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sweets! part II

ethan landry x bimbo!oc [winnie adair]

summary: the friend group discusses the rules of the new set of ghostface killings and possible suspects. ethan and winnie play a game.

warnings: mentions of murder, nsfw implication/discussion

a/n: chapter two early as a treat <3

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Winnie and Ethan approach the group hand in hand. Since the prior night’s events, Winnie had texted Ethan once he had gone home, asking if he would stay close to her during the day. Ethan was more than happy to oblige; walking her to her classes, holding her hand, and even waiting near the bathroom for her. Ethan sits down and Winnie takes her spot in his lap, just as she had last night, and Mindy stands from the bench where she was waiting for them to arrive. 

“Okay, nerds! And Winnie,” Mindy announces, gesturing to the other girl with the mention of her name. Winnie fakes a curtsy, giggling at being singled out. Mindy continues her message, “Listen up! As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not… calling the killers last time.”

“I called it,” Winnie says, smiling proudly.

Mindy glares at her, “As a joke. You didn’t actually mean it.”

“I was still right,” Winnie says. Ethan puts up his hand and Winnie high-fives him, sticking her tongue out at Mindy.

Ethan can’t help but be a little distracted by the size of her hands. They’re smaller than his, and so soft. She interlaces their fingers and he smiles at the action, their hands dropping to their sides.

“You two are scaring me more than Ghostface can,” Mindy says, her face flat as she looks at them. She clears her throat and turns back to the group, “Anyways. The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.”

“Um, what’s a requel?” Anika asks, putting her hand up to get Mindy’s attention.

“You’re beautiful, sweetie. Let’s hold questions to the end,” Mindy says.

“It’s made up,” Winnie whispers. Anika nods and gives her a thumbs up.

“Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college,” Sam says.

“So we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?” Tara asks.

“That is one possibility. Heroes now in college: check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and/or body count: check, check, and check,” Mindy says, pointing to the three newcomers to the group.

“I don’t like this,” Ethan says. Winnie leans her head back onto his shoulder, looking up at him.

“You’re telling me,” she says with a smile.

“Ignoring that,” Mindy says, looking away from the pair with a disgusted expression. “It can’t just be about Stab 2.”

“Why not?” Tara asks. Winnie and Ethan revert their attention back to the group.

“It would make sense if this were just a sequel. But we’re not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore,” Mindy says.

“Oh Mindy, you nerd, get on with it,” Winnie says, rolling her eyes.

“We’re in a franchise!” Mindy announces. Winnie groans, throwing her body limply into Ethan’s. Mindy ignores the girl’s dramatic display and continues. “And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise.”

“I had a feeling,” Sam says with a sigh. Winnie moves in Ethan’s lap, turning so she can lay on him comfortably. The boy welcomes her to do so, wrapping his arms around her when she’s comfortable. He notices Chad watching them in his peripheral vision but refuses to look over at his roommate.

“Rule one: everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count. Longer chases, shoot-outs, beheadings. You gotta top what came before to keep people coming back.”

“Beheadings?” Chad asks, looking up at his sister.

“Beheadings,” Mindy repeats. “Rule two: whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations. If the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be true here.”

“She talks so much,” Winnie whines, looking at Mindy for her reaction.

“Suck on a lollipop and shut up,” Mindy says, a fake smile on her face. Winnie laughs at the girl’s jab, standing up and walking around to stand behind Ethan. She rests her chin on him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “And rule three: no one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It’s not looking too good for Gale and Kirby. Oh, and that’s not even the worst part!”

“Oh, I would love it if you would tell me, though,” Winnie says, acting excited.

“Lucky for you this is the part where she tells us the worst part,” Chad says, looking up from his book for a second.

“The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic installments designed to boost an IP,” Mindy says, “Which means main characters are completely expendable now too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardesty, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond. I mean, even Luke Skywalker! All died so their franchises could live on. That means it’s not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam and Tara.”

“Wait-- Wait, any of us?” Ethan stutters.

“Yeah.”

“Does… Am I in the friend group?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I, like, one of the targets?”

“Mhm,” Mindy nods.

“Am I gonna die a virgin?” Ethan asks. Everyone looks over at him, their faces contorting with confusion.

“I can make sure you don’t,” Winnie says, leaning her head closer to his with a toothy grin on her face.

“Winnie,” Mindy complains, her pitch a little higher with the disgust in her voice. Winnie giggles, pressing her lips to Ethan’s cheek. A pink, glossy lip print stains his skin and Ethan tries, and fails, to contain his blush. Mindy shakes her head, trying to ignore the affectionate display. “Moving swiftly along to our suspects.”

“Riveting,” Winnie mocks, leaning over Ethan into her bag. He watches carefully as she pulls out that familiar red candy. He wishes she was back on his lap so he could watch her enjoy the sweet treat.

“Ethan,” Mindy says. The boy looks up at the mention of his name, pulled away from his thoughts of Winnie sucking on the lollipop. “The shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky.”

“Why am I on the suspect list?” Ethan asks, “Because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate?”

“Roommate lotteries can be juked. You could have fixed it to get next to us,” Mindy says, earning an eye roll from Ethan. “Besides, you’re weaseling your way into Winnie’s life and I don’t trust that you’re doing it for the right reasons.”

“I’m not weaseling--”

“Weasel,” Mindy declares. She turns to Quinn, saying her name as she does. “The slutty roommate. A horror movie classic.”

“‘Sex positive,’ but… thank you,” Quinn says, more of a question than a genuine thank you.

“Mhm. Um, how did you come to live with Sam and Tara?” Mindy asks.

“I answered their ad online,” Quinn says.

“Okay, say no more. You’ve already implicated yourself enough,” Mindy exclaims.

“It was an anonymous ad, Mindy,” Tara says, “And you know we vetted her. Plus her dad is a cop.”

“And that makes it more likely that she’s the killer because having a cop dad is a great cover,” Mindy says, “Do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?”

“I want to leave,” Winnie whispers into Ethan’s ear. He reaches for his bag but is stopped by Mindy pointing at him angrily.

“Sit down,” she says, giving them a stern look. Winnie groans, going around to sit back on Ethan’s lap with a huff.

“Is she always like this?” Quinn asks. Sam does a half-nod, half-shrug in response.

“And finally… Anika,” Mindy says. Anika smiles and blows Mindy a kiss, getting an air kiss in return. Mindy’s smile drops, “Never trust the love interest.” Anika’s smile fades at Mindy’s words.

“Okay! So, we have our rules and we have our suspects,” Sam says.

“But wait,” Ethan says, “What about you guys?”

“I mean, I think it’s pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro,” Mindy says.

“Agreed,” Chad says.

“Um, not agreed,” Quinn says, “What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?”

“Yeah, or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more,” Ethan says, “I mean, let’s be honest here, some of the theories online about Sam are--”

Winnie shushes him, but Tara is quick to turn to him, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“You can’t say things like that,” Winnie says, tapping his lips with her lollipop as if she’s scolding him. His eyes are a little wide, but he nods regardless of his shock at the threat from Tara.

“Okay, she’s right though,” Anika says, "I mean, face facts -- if we’re all suspects, you’re all suspects.”

The group looks at one another, silently giving each other looks of suspicion. Winnie raises her hand after a minute, looking at Mindy.

“What?” Mindy says. Winnie drops her hand to her side, taking the candy out of her mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.

“Can I leave now?”

“Do you really believe Mindy?” Ethan asks. Winnie looks up at the boy, shrugging in response to his inquiry.

“I don’t know,” she says, “I think she’s kinda dramatic with her explanations… But there’s also a murderer out there trying to kill us, so I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry and listen to her.”

Ethan nods, “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Why? Do you?” Winnie asks, swinging their interlocked hands between them.

“Oh yeah,” Ethan says. The sarcasm is laced in his voice and he nods, his curls bouncing with the movement of his head. “I totally believe her. Especially when she accuses me of being Ghostface.”

Winnie giggles, hiding her face while she does. She shakes her head a little and looks back up at him, “I knew it was you, Landry.”

“Yeah, I’ve always loved playing games,” Ethan says. Winnie steps closer to him, letting go of his hand and trading it to wrap her arms around his.

“Well if you’re Ghostface, can you at least spare me?” she asks. He looks down at her and she’s giving him those damn puppy dog eyes. She’s used them a couple times with him -- once at a store when she wanted a chocolate bar, another when she wanted a piggyback ride, and a few times when she wanted him to carry her bag. 

“I’ll consider it,” he says, opening the door to the building for her.

“C’mon,” she says, now walking backward so she can look at him. “What can I do to be spared?”

He pretends to think, “Wanna play a game?”

She laughs, “What kinda game?”

“Trivia,” he says. She lets out an ‘ooh’ and agrees to play along with him as they enter the elevator. “What building do I live in?”

“Hortense Tower,” she says. The doors shut behind them and he smiles at her.

“Good, good,” he says. His hand hovers near the columns of buttons, “And what floor?” She smiles, reaching past him and clicking the button labeled ‘3.’ He nods, “And which room?”

“Hmm,” she hums, tapping her chin in pretend thought.

“Times ticking,” he says.

“316,” she responds, pretending not to know.

“I’m sorry, sweet thing, but that’s wrong,” he says, shrugging, “Guess I can’t spare  you.”

“No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface,” she says, pouting, “I wanna be in the sequel!”

“It’s too bad, really,” he says, “I liked you.”

The doors open and a few students move out of their way as they exit. Winnie sighs, shaking her head. “Let me try again. Bonus round!”

He pulls out his keys as they approach his door, “Fine, what school do I go to?”

“Oh you love me,” she says. He laughs at her excitement playing the fake game. She giggles, “Blackmore University. Easy!”

“Amazing job,” he says, pushing the door open. She squeals, running over to his bed and jumping onto it. She barely makes it on top, the bed being  quite high up in comparison to her. She kicks off her shoes as he closes his door and drops his things next to his desk.

“I’m a final girl,” she says with a sing-song voice. She adjusts the way she’s sitting, propping herself onto her knees and watching him make his way over.

“Yes you are,” he says, “Congratulations.”

He stands in front of her, both of them just looking at each other. It feels like an eternity of silence, an eternity of just admiring one another; in reality, it’s only a minute. Their smiles fade a little, not with upset, but instead because they’re focused on one another. Winnie scoots closer to the edge of the bed and both of their breaths become shallower, hearts speeding up.

“Ethan?” she whispers.

“Yes?” he asks. His eyes roam her face and he notices the way her eyes keep flicking to his lips.

“I wan--”

He doesn’t let her finish her request, she doesn’t need to. He knows exactly what she wants because he wants the same thing as her. He grabs her face, pulling her into a hasty kiss. She squeals in delight when their lips touch, her arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close to her.

“Eth,” she breathes out into his mouth. He moves his hands to her waist, pulling her closer. Her knees are now over the edge of the bed, on either side of him. His hands grip her exposed skin tightly, fingers digging into the squishy flesh greedily. Her fingers work their way through his curls, gripping the strands of hair for a moment.

The jingle of keys outside the door makes them pull away, much to their dismay. Ethan takes a step back and Winnie straightens out her clothing, fixing her top and smoothing out her skirt. Chad enters the room a moment later, slowing down when he notices the two.

“Dude,” he says, a tinge of exasperation in his voice. The two look at him, feigning innocence. It isn’t till Chad makes a motion around his lips that the feeling of the sticky gloss on Ethan’s face becomes noticeable to the boy. He touches it with a finger, pulling it away to see the glittery substance.

It’s quiet between the three of them, the door still wide open behind Chad. Other students pass by, not knowing the tension that’s thick in the room. They look at one another, eyes flicking between each other in the passing moments.

“I, for one, am not sorry,” Winnie says, breaking the silence, receiving a glare from Chad.

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hii ! my name is evana, i’m 18! i go by she/they

fics ★ !

NEW BLOG -> landrysluvbot

simon ‘ghost’ riley

sunshine

simon calling his girlfriend “sunshine”

(requested, sfw)

instigators

könig and gaz helping you get with someone but ghosty boy intervenes

(not requested, sfw)

civilian girlfriend

my take on simon & his civilian gf

(not requested, nsfw)

his side

simon comes home to you sleeping on his side of the bed, with his pillow, wearing his shirt.

(not requested, nsfw)

closer

you want to be close with ghost

(not requested, sexual innuendos)

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if anyone would get this it would be you 🙏🏽🙏🏽 ghost calling his gf "sunshine" (civilian gf at that) idk why this thought won't leave my head but I'm not really complaining

AWEE OMG. ur so sweet 🫶. i’m so happy i got a request!!! tysmmm love youu! AAA also idk if you wanted smut, but i left it out. if you want it i can always write a part 2?

summary ghost calling his gf “sunshine”

tags soft!ghost x reader, simon and reader teasing each other

not proof read.

simon sat in the living room taking off his boots, his duffle bag laying on the floor, he tried being quiet, but failed when his loud boot hit the wooden floor.

you switched the light switch, walking out into the living room, a dark figure sitting on your couch startled you to say the least. “holy shit!” you yelled continuing with a long breath of relief.

“hi lovie,” simon said, leaning back into the couch.

you rounded the couch sitting next to your boyfriend “hey si.”

simon rested your legs in his lap, his hand on your knee and his other hand supporting your back.

“god i’ve missed you.” you hummed, laying your head on his chest, fingers drawing miscellaneous shapes.

“i’ve missed you too, sunshine.”

he didn’t fail to notice how to tensed, your fingers no longer moving. you shifted your way to sit in his lap, your cheeks red from how hard you were smiling. you took his balaclava off of his face, bringing your lips an inch or so from his, “say that again.”

“hmm, what?” he mused. “i miss you?”

“no. the other thing.”

“sunshine?”

you let out a small laugh, something he definitely missed hearing. “yes. that.” you brought your lips to his, a passionate kiss.

“you’re so easy to please.”

“oh shut up.”

his hands came up to your face and rested on your cheeks, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “you’d love that wouldn’t you?”

you shook your head “i’d be miserable, si.”

“of course you would, sunshine.”



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okay bc like, könig & gaz are such wingsmen i ain’t gonna lie ✊✊

summary könig and gaz helping you get with someone but ghosty boy intervenes

tags platonic!könig x reader, platonic!gaz x reader, jealous!ghost x reader, gaz and konig snickering, suggestive at the end !!

guys please this is so baddd!! also not proof read.

“Gaz.” konig deadpanned, he grabbed his shoulder facing him towards ghost in the corner nodding along to something soap is saying but his eyes followed you in the crowd.

“oh, come on konig! nothings going to happen between the two. they’re… how do i say it.. idiots! they’re idiots.” he mused, laughing at himself.

konig and gaz moved their eyes to you, watching as you apologized to some man who ran into you, quickly passing through until you reached the man you were talking about with konig and gaz a couple minutes prior.

you sat at the bar, eyes roaming in the sea of people, your gaze stuck on simon riley, a couple seconds too long. you groaned, “i need to get laid.”

konig and gaz instantly turned to you, confusion settling on gaz’s visible face. konig sighed “i’m not sure ghost would “keep the mask on”” he put air quotes on the last part.

“no!” you instantly defended yourself, you took the last sip of your drink, placing the glass down with a nice clink “i need to get laid so i can fall hopelessly in love with someone else.”

“sweetheart, mmm. no.”

gaz nodded, agreeing with konig, “what kind of friends would we be if we let some random dude “go down on you—“”

“stop quoting me!” you groaned.

“you talk about simon far too much.”

“ha. ha.”

konig looked at ghost, then scanned the room, eyes landing on some man against the wall in front of him. “okay how about him?” he asked, pointing, “he looks like he is a respectable man.”

you and gaz both turned to the man, he looked nice, obviously well dressed, hair looked nice and clean. no ring on his left hand.

gaz patted your back ushering you off the chair. “go. shoo.”

konig gave you a high five as you passed him. “remember. one and done. if you need help. yell gaz or something.”

“why my name?”

“i don’t know. it’s easier to yell..?”

“of course, you would know.”

konig tilted his head, brows furrowing under the mask, “are you flirting with me?”

“no?!”

ghost watched you make your way through people, nodding his head every so often when soap said something.

you made your way up to some guy at the wall of the bar, his eyes checking out your body almost as soon as you got there.

ghost watched you for about ten - twenty minutes before he saw the man place his hand on your hip gesturing to the bathroom to the left of you.

“dude, ghost? are you listening to me?” soap asked

“hold on.”

konig and gaz gagged at the sight of that man motioning to the bathroom. “konig, you said he looked respectable.”

“look at his clothes gaz. i didn’t know he was willing to strip in a bathroom!”

gaz watched you kindly take his hand off your hip, your genuine laugh become a nervous one, and you backing up a bit looking around for some help.

gaz hit the back of his hand on konigs chest, signaling the obvious discomfort. konig started moving before he saw ghost make his way towards you.

“konig what the hell. go!”

“no wait, look.”

gaz saw simons long stride to you, “oh what a shit show this is gonna be.”

the two sat back in their seat, turning to you.. and ghost.

“hey no mhm, sorry i must’ve mistaken you for someone else.” you nervously laughed backing up a bit.

“no, i don’t think you did.” the man replied, continuing to look you up and down. “why don’t we just get this over with and you can go back to your buddies over there—“

“babe!”

both of your heads turned to the side. ghost.

oh you loved this man. his timing… impeccable.

“what are you doing?” simon asked, his hand going to the small of your back.

“i—“ you stuttered, eyes moving between the two men.

“hey man, she was all up on me.”

“and you’re practically sober. she obviously isn’t. don’t be a fuckin creep next time.” simon deadpanned, grabbing your torso pushing you away from the man.

“hi ghost.”

“yeah, hi lovie.”

oh that nickname. that damn nickname.

ghost took you to a spot in the bar, not as loud and filled with people as the other areas.

“okay, what were you doing?” ghost asked.

“i don’t know.”

“did you want something out of that.” he asked, again.

“i don’t know.” you groaned this time a hand coming to your forehead. “i was being stupid—“

“damn right.”

“i’m not even drunk.”

“i know, i was trying to help you.”

“i— thank you.” you offered him a smile, a genuine smile. “seriously. thank you. when we— i, when i first saw him he looked nice and respectable.”

“we?”

“there’s no we. i. me. alone.” you glare at him, “i didnt think he would want to do it in the damn bathroom.”

“do you did want something out of it.”

“this feels like an interrogation.” you mused. a small laugh creeping up. it quickly dying down at the sight of his mask. “sorry.”

“was it a dare?” he asked, leaning his whole back on the wall now. “did konig and gaz dare you to be an idiot?”

“what? no!”

“okay then what—“

“i wanted to see if it could help me get over you.” you blurted out, taking a step back.

konig and gaz watched you and ghost talk. his hands grabbing your hips pulling you back into him, simon whispering something in your ear.

“oh shit, konig.” gaz placed a hand on his own chest letting out a laugh. “what the fuck.”

“oh boy.”

the two watched as simon took you out of the bar.

“they’re totally gonna have sex”

“definitely.”

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Pssst! 😄👋 hi there I hope you’re having a good day/night 🌇🌃

I just wanted you to know you’re my new fav writer/author to read 😊👏

Seriously your fics are ✨AMAZING✨ I like the portray of Ghost in your version 🤩 it’s really refreshing 🥹👏

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i’m gonna write my take on simon & his civilian gf ☹️☹️ i also have a big thing abt simon dating a teacherrrr it’s so sweet!!!

summary simon & his civilian gf

tags fluff, sweet tooth rotting fluff, soft simon, teacher!reader, opposites attract & soulmate tropes! size difference 🙁 awkward!simon, protective!simon, kid talk, pregnancy, AFAB!reader, extremely soft simon. 2 or 3 nsfw scenes, sub-ish!simon, dom!simon

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— when you first met simon that one day at a library it was simple and sweet, he was looking for a murder mystery thriller and you were shopping for the next book to read to your class.

you hummed dragging your finger on the spines of the books. you weren’t paying attention when you turned the corner bumping into a wall? person.

“oh my god. i’m so sorry!” you apologized pushing yourself away from the man’s chest. your eyes trailing up his body.

he looked down at you holding his arm out as a reflex to make sure you were okay. “ah, you’re all good.” and he offered you a small smile.

his accent. so pretty. “uhh—“

“by any chance do you know where the thrillers are?”

“oh uhm, yes!”

he followed you through the bookstore, your hair swinging as you made your way to the section of books. “you were on the complete opposite side of the store.” you laughed pointing at the books.

“you have a kid?” he asked backing up a bit, trying to respect your personal space.

“no, i’m a teacher. i was looking for a book to read to them.”

he nodded, his eyebrows raising. his eyes focusing on how you dressed and looked.

you laughed awkwardly, “i’m gonna go—“

“sorry. god uhm. would you like to get coffee? i mean you don’t have to. i don’t know i—“

“i would love to.”

— before you two started dating he told you his career, telling you he’d understand if you didn’t want that. but you reassured him that you would never leave him for that.

“si, i understand. and i understand you might be gone months at a time. it’s gonna suck, yes, but, i’d wait for you forever if i have to.”

he smiled widely at you cupping your cheeks bringing your lips to his. “you’re so perfect for me.”

— the day you moved in with him you noticed he got a lot more protective than before.

“baby. i’m just going to the store and you’re sick. you need to rest.”

“no, i don’t want you to go alone.” he grabbed your wrists keeping you in the bed next to him

you frowned, facing him “what’s wrong si? you do this every time i need to go out.” you climbed onto his lap, your hands resting on his chest. “talk to me.”

“i don’t know. i just. i don’t know.” his hands made their way to the small of your back, keeping you close to him. “i don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“nothings going to happen to me.”

“okay.” he sounded unconvinced.

“if anything. i should be scared every time you go on those missions. i don’t know how i survived without you for so long.” you laughed, bringing your lips to his neck leaving little pecks here and there.

“i’m gonna get you sick.” simon grabbed your face making you look up at him. a mischievous smile spreading across your lips.

“i.. don’t care.” and then kissed his lips. your hands made their way to his hair, one of his hands on your back the other resting on your stomach. “i have to go get you your medicine now.”

he didn’t let you go trailing his kisses down to your shoulders “okay.”

— the talk about kids terrified him. he was scared risking your life with how many enemies he has let alone a baby, his baby.

“you want to try for a.. baby?” he asked retracting his hand from your waist.

“yes.” you frowned, missing his touch, “simon, i want kids. i want that feeling of caring for my own.” you told him.

“i— uh— okay.” he didn’t want to make the same mistakes his dad did. he didn’t want to ruin this kids life like his dad ruined his own. “okay. okay. i want that life with you, lovie. i want the feeling of coming home to a family.” he smiled “our family.” a fake smile.

you knew he was only saying what you wanted to hear. “okay simon. i’m gonna go to bed when i wake up or sometime tomorrow you’re gonna tell me why you don’t actually want that with me. i want a genuine answer. not what i want to hear” you said putting air quotes on the last ‘want’.

he stared at you grabbing your pillow and blanket making your way to the living room. shit.

the next morning you found simon sleeping on your side of the bed his whole body curled up hugging himself. when he woke up to you making breakfast that next morning he washed his face scrubbing his eyes hoping you wouldn’t notice his puffy eyes.

when you saw his tired walk out of the room to the kitchen your heart broke a bit, his hands grabbing onto your hips bring your back into his chest. “i want that life with you, trust me.”

“please simon.” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder.

“i don’t know if i can though. i want it but i can’t have it. i’m so scared. i’m scared you’d get hurt while i’m out on the field and i just don’t know if i can handle that with my own kid.” he started getting that hurting feeling in his throat, “i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you or our family got hurt.”

“whenever you’re ready simon.”

he smiled into your hair, closing his eyes savoring this moment between you two. “okay.”

— the first time you took control in bed he was like putty in your hands. he did everything you wanted and more.

he lay down his hands gripping onto your hips for dear life. “oh god. please please please please—!” he begged his voice raspy. his hands moving everywhere on his body trying to stabilize himself.

“just wait a second baby boy.” you hummed resting your body on his chest, obviously tired, still moving your hips he moaned into your hair, then bit your shoulder muffling those sounds.

“i can’t —oh my— hold it anymore. pleaseee!”

you hummed sweet nothings into his ear and nodded letting him come undone in you. his arms wrapping around your back drawing shapes on your back.

when you moved to sit up, he groaned not moving his hands “not yet.”

you nodded closing your tired eyes and resting your head on his chest right below his chin. you both drifted off into sleep. when you woke up you had a shirt on and a pair of underwear, a large arm around your waist and soft snores into your back.

— dom simon was still such a sweetie just… a lot rougher than just simon.

“holy shit.” he groaned. his thumb making its way to your clit drawing lazy circles. “mm you feel s’good baby.”

you were tired but he never told you to stop so you sucked up the pain in your legs and continued to ride him “simon. i can’t.” you pleaded stopping your movements.

he looked up at you, your eyebrows furrowed, chest heaving. “did i say you could stop?”

you shook your head, and tried to continue to move but your legs hurt too much. “i can’t si. they hurt.”

“aww is my sweet thing tired?” he hummed. “you want it you have to do it yourself. i can’t always do all the work.”

you groaned moving your hips again. simon sat up bringing his lips to yours. “you’re doing s’good for me lovie.”

you moaned at the praise not stopping until you both came undone. your body crashed into his catching your breath.

“you did so good baby. so so so good.” he praised you massaging your thighs. he lifted you up then grabbed a shirt and underwear for you, a shirt and boxers for him. he walked out of the room earning a cry from you.

“sorry baby, i needed to grab a wash cloth.” he said and wiped between your legs, leaving little kisses on the inside of your thighs.

he helped you into your underwear and your shirt. once he was done cleaning himself you grabbed his wrist pulling him on top of you. “i love you si.”

[antighst]

summary simon comes home to you sleeping on his side of the bed, with his pillow, wearing his shirt.

tags lovey dovey smut, sad!reader, soft!ghost, opposites attract!!! needy reader :)) tease simon :(( angst, crying, ultimately cute simon comforting reader

not proof read aaa sorry!!

(pls, ghost and simon riley are completely different in my eyes, ghost is well yeah, simon riley is such a cutie he would do anything you say, he praises you like no tomorrow. SUB!)

simon unlocked the front door, leaving his boots and gear in the front room. making his way to your shared bedroom.

he quietly opened the door, humming at the sight of you cuddled up on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow. his favorite shirt riding up your torso to reveal your cute pink underwear.

he quickly took his pants off sliding into bed. his hand ran up your leg, pausing at your thigh for a second, massaging the flesh.

he moved closer to you, his chest touching your back, his hand fiddling with the hem of your panties. he slowly reached his fingers down to your lips, massaging your cunt, his thumb brushing over your clit.

you moaned, grabbing simons forearm, nails digging into his skin.

“it’s me lovie.” he groaned into your ear, “i’m home.”

you could recognize that accent from anywhere. Turning onto your back, grabbing his cheek bringing him into a kiss, it started light at first, almost immediately turning into a needy kiss. “si,” you breathed out. “i’ve missed you so much.” you said onto his lips.

“me too, lovie, me too.” he took his hand out of your panties, his hands grazing your curves, he sat up and sat between your legs, his hands continuing their journey under your his shirt, he helped you out of your shirt, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheek and stopped an inch from your mouth, you smiled looking in his eyes, nothing but admiration for you.

you stuck your tongue out licking his lips dragging it to his nose.

he scrunched his nose up, then smiled into your lips, slow pecks, one peck, stop, smile. two pecks, stop, smile. three, four, five.

you dragged your hands, scratching his sides, your fingers making way to his chest under his shirt.

he noticed your needy kiss and your needy touches on his chest.

“hey—“ he stopped you, lifting himself disconnecting your lips. “slow down sweetheart.”

you frowned and tugged on his shirt “off.”

he didn’t react so you asked again. “off, please!”

he smiled taking his shirt off throwing it god knows where. he trailed wet kisses, from your abdomen to your mouth.

you grasped onto the back of his neck, his hands quickly taking your panties and his boxers off.

you couldn’t wait, you scooted down your heat coming in contact with his thigh. “baby, baby. i want to savor this. i want to make this last— please.” he begged.

he held his cock to your entrance slowly pushing in.

“god, i’ve missed this. i’ve missed you. all of you.” you said, holding onto his bicep, your other hand intertwined your fingers with his, it was too much, your boyfriend was back, you felt tears trickling down your cheeks. you pouted bringing your chest to his hugging him, all of him.

he felt his shoulder start to soak and the soft breathy inhales. he realized you were crying. “sweetheart.”

you hummed, not wanting to let go.

“baby.” he said louder, he grabbed your sides pulling you off of him, “what’s wrong sweet thing?”

you let your tears fall faster, eyes closed shaking your head.

“did i hurt you?” he asked worried, moving out of you. “baby i’m so sor—“

you shook your head, tightening your legs around his hips not letting him go “don’ move”

“then talk to me. use your words baby.”

“i don’t know, i’ve missed you so so so so much. i just got emotional. i don’t want you to leave again.”

“i’m not leaving, i love you. i wont leave you. not in a million years.”

you smiled, bringing him into a kiss. that night ended with love making, noisy moans and long hugs.

[antighst]

summary you want to be close to ghost 😉

tags suggestive content, innocent!reader, gn!reader, grump x sunshine / opposites attract trope, (kinda!!) dimbo!reader, !!SLIGHTLY NSFW!!

you found ghost sitting on his cot, minding his own business nose deep into a book. You hummed walking to his room feeling needy to be close to ghost.

“hi lovie.” ghost greeted you, he closed his book giving you his full attention. “what do you need?” he asked.

you slid onto his lap straddling his thighs, “i jus’ wanna be close”

“oh yeah?” he furrowed his eyebrows “is everything okay?”

“yeah. i don’t know i just need you.”

he smiled into your lips, his hands sliding down to your hips, his thumbs drawing shapes on the exposed skin. “okay…”

you scooted closer to his chest earning a small groan from him, he moved his hand to cover his crotch, “ ‘m sorry. did i hurt you?” you asked innocently, bringing your hands to his chest making way around to his nape.

“mm no baby,” he said, slowly moving his hand back to your hip. “are you sure…? you’re okay, i mean?”

“yep, A - Okay” you smiled, you wrapped your whole body around his torso, closer to him than ever, “i’ve missed you, si.”

he rested his chin on your shoulder, focusing on everything else except for the fact that you were so close to him.

“i’ve missed you too lovie.” then he bit his bottom lip keeping his groan to himself.

you moved your body getting comfier on his lap and he grabbed your hips to stop moving “—don’t.”

you looked up at him confused, “don’t what..?”

“just- just sit still for a second.”

you did the exact opposite of that and moved, you brought your lips to his neck leaving small pecks everywhere. “sorry si”

“no, don’ be sorry. i just- i just need a second.”

you hummed leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips, since the intense size difference he had to meet your kiss half way, causing you to grind on him more.

“baby, —hngh— this isn’t gonna work if you keep moving.”

“oh.” you slowly crept back from his lap. “m sorry si, i’ll go to my room. jus sorry.”

“no sweetheart-“

you made your way off of his cot until he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into his lap.

“it’s just, that..” he thought about what to say, “that you make me excited and i can’t help it.”

“oh..?” that ‘oh’ hinted as a question, still extremely confused on his vague statement.

noticing your obvious confusion, he let out a breathy laugh, “what am i gonna do with you, lovie.”