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RENOVATIONS

sfw + nsfw + plot + simon riley x fem!reader wc: 745 wanting independence, you buy a home. yes, it was a fixer-upper. but, who said your neighbor couldn't help? pt. 1

fallen off trim. messed up brick. peeling paint. rotten boards.

a hand ran over your face as you stood in front of your house.

your house!

excitement trumped all of things wrong with this place. yes, a lot of work was needed. yes, you'd probably spend more renovating the thing than you spent on buying it, but c'mon!

you were a 22 year old woman, fresh out of college, and bought a house. that has to account for something.

you walked up to the small porch, just enough to fit two chairs and a table in between them, feeling the boards under your feet. creaky, one board is molding, the other is somewhat- broken. a small smile fell on your face.

you couldn't wait to get to work.

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everything you had from your dorm fit into your small, beaten up nissan altima, so unpacking was an insanely easy task. a regular black mattress frame and a mattress, one box of your clothes, your toiletries fit into your backpack, and the rest of the house was bare.

it looked sad.

but, it was all you had. you were supposed to start your new job as a barista on monday, so you had about three days to work on what you could with the house before you had limited time in the day. it was almost five pm, so you made your way out of your house and started making a long list of things you needed to re-do.

looking up and down at your notepad and the view of your house, you started writing.

paint, wood, trim, a drill, paintbrush, grinder-

"didn't know someone moved in next door." a raspy, deep voice ground out.

you whirled around fast as your heart jumped out of your fucking chest. your eyes landed on a towering hulk of a man, his elbows on his porch railing, leaning over ever-so-slightly, a lit cigarette between his pointer and middle finger.

his house was directly next to yours, looked way better, but you could take a couple of steps and be in his yard.

you tried calming yourself, "you scared me." you laughed lightly at the man, smiling somewhat, but nodded, "but, yes, i just moved in. literally today."

he grunted.

you blinked a couple times, before asking, "what's your name?"

"simon." his voice was flat, your smile dropped a little. you exchanged your name, trying to get out of the silence. you looked back to your house.

he didn't seem like he wanted to say anything else, so you started writing more things down.

you definitely needed a lot of power tools-

"ain't 'cha a little young to have a house, love?"

your pulse jumped at the 'love'.

you looked up from your writing pad and rolled your eyes at him as he took a drag of his cigarette, "you're making assumptions about me when you met me, like two minutes ago?" you retorted, a hand on your hip as you looked at him.

he ran a hand through his dowdy blond hair, before stomping out the cigarette, "just observing, y'look too excited for that fixer-upper of a house." a side of his lip a slightly turned upwards, not fully a smirk, but definitely not a smile.

"i'm actually twenty-two, thank you, old man. can a girl not have independence?" you eyes ran over him again as he stood to his full height, jesus christ, the man was collosus.

"old man? thirty-three's old now?" he said, his eyes raking over you in a way you are certainly overanalyzing.

wait- thirty-three? fucking eleven years older? talk about a dilf. it would be fitting if he had a child, but it didn't look like he did. you doubt he'd be out here talking to you if he had a kid of his own.

you pushed that thought away and laughed a little, "considering you are bee-keeping age, i'd consider you old."

an eyebrow turned up lazily, "i'm not even going to ask what that means."

you snorted and shook your head.

he nodded his head toward you, "i'm going back inside, have a good night, neighbor." his voice was scratchy, with a lilt of teasing behind it.

"you too, neighbor." you replied with the same tone. a small, gruff laugh left him before you heard his door close.

you smiled stupidly as you finished writing your necessities down.

tomorrow, you'd start the real work. maybe with the help of someone, who knows?

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pt. 2 (soon!)

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Everyone is happy AU 💖

Something is different 🍂

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Mashing fixations together.

Cyberpunk 2077 X CoD Task force 141

(18h 51m)

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Chronic petname user Jayce vs Vik who only says his name (and a couple terms of endearment from his mother tongue)

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Get Well Soon

i'm so happy to get to share this with all of you. that spread is gonna be may and aug's patron post cards, sub between now and july 31 to get simon's half.

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Sorry I’ve been hiding him from you guys. Didn’t want to do him dirty. <3

Gotta feed the price lovers.

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recoup.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

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MDNI 18+

pathetic simon who is the biggest munch, being absolutely disgusting as a sign of his love and devotion - worshipping you on his knees

cw: oral (f) receiving, simon cums in his pants

simon is utterly pathetic when it comes to eating you out, his sad blue eyes stared at you. “i’ll give her all the attention she needs,” his lips placing small kisses around your inner thigh, the rough calloused pads of his thumb tracing your soft flesh. simon would beg just to have a taste of you, his cock straining against his pants just at the smell of your arousal, your pretty cunt all wet and glossy just for him.

he was convinced that he would cum in his pants just from tasting you.

his strong arms wrapped around your thighs securely, pressing your cunt so damn deep that you were left a whining and crying mess. his rough stubble would tickle your inner thighs, making them slightly pink in irritation whilst the bump on the bridge of his nose would press against your clit. he didn’t know when to stop simply because of how you tasted. his mind went fuzzy, his brain leaking out as his fat tongue lapped around your swollen folds, taking in your arousal as you continued to soak his face over and over again.

at this point he wasn’t even breathing, his nose nuzzled against your cunt inhaling your scent, whilst his jaw ached from his movements.

god he was a pathetic sight to say the least when he looked up at you. his lips glossy with your arousal, saliva dribbling down his lips to your cunt slightly mixed with your cum as the milky substance rolled down his chin, making his slight stubble a mess as if glued the pieces of hair together. if his mouth stop, his hands didn’t.

his thumb rubbed the clit over and over again, his eyes rolling back as you squirted again. he was determined to milk you dry, to get completely drunk of the taste of you.

oh, and him cumming in his pants did not stop or phase him, his hips thrusting involuntarily before hot cum spurted all over his boxers.

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Redraw of this comic

I missed drawing them.

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the idea of Johnny unintentionally staring people down when talking to them is great. looking at him too long is like looking directly at the sun, you just have to awkwardly look away every once in a while because his piercing blue eyes are locked onto yours

even better, Johnny was raised on ‘it’s polite to make eye contact’ when talking to people. Johnny physically moving back into your line of sight as he keeps yapping to stare into your soul

on the other hand, Simon staring you down while listening to you so he can process what you’re saying. absolutely still, not moving a muscle, when was the last time you saw him blink— you have to look away sometimes because his gaze is burning through you

even worse, when you glance away you can still feel his eyes on you. his silence is incredibly loud, is he even breathing? it’s unnerving until you look back at him and— no, he’s still staring at you

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reunion :)

(heavily inspired by “all that’s said in the low light”)

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Some sketches about ghosts healing journey…..

(Captain price would listen to his thoughts and calm him if he’s having bad dreams, and ghost would bond mich more with gaz imo)

(Also laswell would make him tea)

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thinking about kissing BOB REYNOLDS. like a thunderstorm at the very edge of summer—warm and and strange and humming with anticipation. electric might be the word for it, a kind of tension that raises goosebumps before it ever touches skin.

even when your hand’s already on his chest, feeling the off-rhythm stutter of his heart like it might leap straight into your palm, he stares at you with those wide, owlish eyes, not quite believing he’s allowed to be wanted by someone like you.

kissing bob, who overthinks everything. but only because he wants so badly to get it right—to make it good for you, better than good. his eagerness tips toward clumsy; his nose bumps yours, and his mouth misses by a fraction. there’s an awkward dry clash of teeth between you followed by a breathless chuckle as he murmurs, “sorry,” without pulling too far away.

still bashful but fairly undaunted, he tilts his face forward and your lips meet again. his are warm (a bit chapped) and oh so careful... moving with exploratory curiosity, shaping itself in sync to yours, exhaling into the spaces where you part for breath. he listens to every small sign of pleasure from you with his entire body. learning you by heart.

when your fingers close around his wrist, he makes this small, involuntary sound of contentment in the back of his throat. he kisses you with an aching sincerity, and there’s something devastating about someone who just wants you, so uncomplicated and wholly.

you think you could drown in that kind of earnest. and maybe you already are.

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how could you not love the guy

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Self-care <3

Last one for @tacticallyunsoundjohnnyboy 🫶 Thank you so much once again for trusting me with our favourite boys 🥰

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ghosts favourite sound 💙