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mmm Simon not realizing that the reason why his family souls haven't passed on is because his guilt is making them stay yummy yummy

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prompt: simon notices you in the stands (welder/amateur rugby player au). (nsfw, 1.9k)

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She’s in the stands again, and he doesn’t know who for. 

The same bird as the time before, and the week before that. Always a few minutes into the match, like she snuck in through the backdoor. She always leaves in a hurry, up and out of her seat with her jacket already tugged on, her strides quick on her way out the main doors. 

In the years since joining this amateur league, Simon’s never been tempted to talk to any of the people in the stands. For the most part, they’re there for one of the other players anyway. Wives, girlfriends, sisters—the odd cousin or fuck buddy, those girls dipping in and out, replaced by newer, sparklier versions of each other, the older ones licked clean. 

His focus narrows when he steps onto the field anyway, shrinks like horse blinders sunk down over his skull. Hardly a reason for him to spare more than a glance towards the stands.

Rugby’s not a sport for spectators. At least, not such a low level league. Barely amateur—just some of the locals with a bit of built up stress and aggression to work off. It’s why he’s here after all. Simon spends the hours of his day hunched over sheets of metal and carbon steel, sweating into the metal mask pulled down over his face and staring without blinking into the heart of the flame just inches from his face. 

His nerves are a closed fist in his chest and it grows and grows until he steps out onto the field of the local rec centre and hears the timer overhead start to count down and feels someone’s chest cave in when he drives his shoulder into their solar plexus, hears the breath whoosh out of them, their next breath in thin and febrile. 

It sets his head right. Violence with no consequences. At the end of the game, he looks the man he just bruised and bloodied in the eye and shakes his hand. Puts the world to rights. 

And he needs nothing more than that. His bills are paid, bloodthirst sated, thirst quenched when the team hits up a pub after the match, after which he slinks off into the night to head home with his hood drawn over his head, the size of him rarely inviting more violence. Occasionally it happens that someone with the bad luck of choosing him to mug wants to prove that they have the bigger cock, but that never ends well. Not for them at least.

Simon would fight for a living if welding paid him less. As it is, he satiates that beast in him on the field or the occasional back alley, and it keeps him in check.

But now there’s a bird in the stands drawing his eye and distracting him from the match. It rubs him the wrong way. The blood pumps through his veins more viciously, and the pretty thing in the stands watches the game completely unaware, a serene smile on her face. His gaze keeps being pulled towards where she and a couple clusters of fans sit and nurse paper cups of tea.

She cups both hands around her tea and he wonders absently whether she’d have to hold his cock the same way. 

It’s Gaz who calls him out on it first, panting hard after the first period and frowning at the scoreboard. “Not to be a dick, but that was bollocks, Simon. Never seen you miss a pass like that.”

Few people could get away with speaking to him like that, but Gaz is right. He’s been playing like shit, too preoccupied by the bird watching him with wide, rapt eyes. 

He doesn’t know how to apologise though, so he doesn’t. “Graves is a useless twat. Can’t throw for shit.”

Gaz rolls his eyes. “Not saying he isn’t, but you’re distracted. Where’s your head at?”

“Stay out of it, Garrick,” he says, not even bothering to meet his gaze, the warning clear in his voice. 

“Sorry for caring,” Gaz shouts after him as Simon jogs away.

He asks around at first, trying to find out if she’s someone’s relative or girl, but all the guys just shrug, no answers. If she’s someone’s, they aren’t staking a claim on her. It’s good news for him. Bad news for anyone else taking an interest in the girl that comes to their every match to cheer them on.

His urges sit deeper than the abyssal plain.

She’d probably turn tail and run if she knew the hunger festering in his belly. She sits sweet and innocent in the stands cheering him on and all Simon can think about is pushing her knees up to her ears and feeding his fat cock into her pussy. Shoving his tongue into her cunt, licking her from hole to hole. Sucking each puffy lip into his mouth until her moans go garbled, eyes unfocused. 

No, Simon thinks when she jumps to her feet enthusiastically at the end of the match, she probably wouldn’t like that. Women rarely do. Objectifying them and all those other terms that Gaz likes to wax on about, Johnny nodding along like he isn’t the same kind of mutt as Simon. 

Even during the day, she troubles his thoughts. Troublemaker. He thinks of her when he cleans and buffs in between passes, mind not lulled into the rhythmic emptiness of usual. Even the sound of steel sizzling in his ears doesn’t clear her from his thoughts. Instead all he can think of is her walking into the shop in a little skirt and top, and dragging her to the back where he’d bend her over the closest desk and pull her panties to the side before sinking in to the hilt, mask still on. 

He’s never gotten his cock wet on the job—never been tempted to. For her though, he’d make an exception. 

By the next match, Simon’s made up his mind. When he sees her sneak in after the match has already started, he feels his blood pump harder, his tackles extra rough. His opponents walk away wincing and cursing him under their breath, but it only makes him preen when he glances over to find her watching him, hardly able to pull her eyes away. Price would call it peacocking. He wouldn’t be wrong. 

He approaches her himself at the end of the match before she’s had time to pack up and leave, leaning over the railing separating the field from the stands, covered in sweat and grass stains and bleeding from his right eyebrow.

She stares up at him wide eyed, looking a little lost for words. “Hi?”

“Got somewhere to be?” he asks, blunt. He’s never had it in him for pleasantries. Why waste time when he can see even now the way her eyes rove over his chest appreciatively? 

“…No,” she finally answers, shaking her head. “Just home for supper.”

“Look like you could use a good fuck. Come round back with me?”

The blatant proposition makes her eyes widen, but Simon doesn’t see the problem. Figures if she doesn’t have a man, there’s no issue with him trying out for the part. He waits her out though, vaguely admiring the pert shape of her mouth, lips round with shock. 

Finally they come back together and she chews on her lower lip nervously, caught off-guard but considering it. He doesn’t hold it against her. His bird’s pretty enough, but he doubts she ever puts herself in the position to be asked. He sees the yes in her eyes before she says it.

Still, he enjoys the way she stutters it out softly, eyes downcast. Simon doesn’t bother with his goodbyes to the guys still on the field before ushering her out of the arena and down the hall to the locker rooms with a hand on her back. He drags her into the first empty supply closet he finds, locking the door behind them. She breathes a bit heavily, almost stumbling over her feet, and that’s the eagerness he’s been looking for. Proof his bird’s just as hungry as him. 

She definitely is, Simon thinks, smug when he hoists her up and her legs wrap around his waist without a second thought, her eyes already glazed over. Like she’s been waiting for this for weeks, cunt already sopping wet when he nudges her panties to the side with his knuckles and buries his cock into her. She grips him like a vice, slack jawed and whimpering into the stretch. He likes that. He likes it more when she digs her nails deep into his back, leaving her mark behind. 

“C’mon, don’t get shy on me,” Simon huffs into her neck when she tries to grab his hair instead, what little of it she can. He stares with eyes half-lidded at the way her tits bounce with each thrust. “I like it rough.”

She clenches up at that, dripping wet. Almost a shame that he couldn’t get his mouth on her first. He’ll have to follow her back home like the mongrel he is, mess her pretty bedsheets up and make her scream until she can’t even face the neighbours the next day. 

He doesn’t need her to tell him to know that she’s a good girl, doesn’t do this ever. Only for him. He can tell by how tight of a screw she is, practically purring in his arms; it’s a fight to bully his cock into her. It’s nice when she stutters it out though, strokes his ego the right way. 

“D-didn’t think you’d notice me,” she says, all shy even with her legs spread. 

“Hard not to, pet,” Simon teases, endeared by her soft edges. His slot right in, if not a bit jaggedly. “Been panting after it for a while, haven’t ya?”

“I just wanted to get out of the flat for a bit,” she whispers.

That shifts his perception of her a bit. Infinitesimally so, but still. He didn’t expect the bird to have a lonely flame in her heart. 

“Well, I noticed,” he grunts, and then bends to suck at the salty skin at the crook of her neck before pumping a load into her.

She’s a real good girl. Comes nice on his cock and muffles her whine by biting into his shoulder. He can’t wait until he’s covered in her bites, until his nipples hurt from making her chew on them and his neck is littered with hickeys like a schoolboy. 

Taking her home is easy enough after that. She lets him drive them both back to her place, handing him the keys with a little yawn when he tucks her into the passenger seat of her own car all limp and pliant. 

And he’s right, of course. He makes a right mess of her bed come morning. 

When he leaves after a morning fuck in the shower and breakfast, the cold sinks into his stomach like a lead weight. The fist in his chest is clenched as ever; Simon hadn’t noticed it loosen in the bird’s presence, but he feels it now drawn tight again. Maybe he thought fucking her would finally shake her from his head, but instead it’s made it worse somehow. The lonely flame in his own chest flickers.

He stands in the middle of the sidewalk and thinks it over while angry nine-to-fivers snap at him before really taking him in and scurrying along. Then he turns back around, heading back the way he came.

The next time Simon sees her in the stands, he feels his smile like a phantom limb. He doesn’t have to ask to know she’s there for him.

[nenayaquisieras]

I thought he was gonna put the airplane in his butt 😭😭

que

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IM DONE WITH MY FINAL EXAMS YIPPPPEE have some hoochie daddy shorts soap

oh and one more.

(if you wanna see the full pic its on my twitter!!! )

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face studies with the vaqueros i did some time ago!🤠🤠

...and some white guy ig.

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TF141 (oversimplified)

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also I think the writers curse got to me because after me getting active in writing and dabbling in different wips everything went down hill...

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mmhm Imagine Gaz being a model and they have to do a photoshoot with him covered in lipstick kisses and all his coworkers take turns in covering with kisses mmmh

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No because what if reader has experienced something extremely similar to Ghost like being the same POW from Roba and the cartel which multiplied the dead people thing so much it couldn’t really be “ignored” or “turned off” which least to ghosts actually becoming physical to reader which leads to the random ghosts fights at 4am and possibly a phobia of being touched because touch=pain and because of the major torture inflicted during their POW and the only reasons they let reader “go” was because they assumed that reader logged off a couple months ago due to the fact their litterly seeing dead people.

Physical appearance permanently affected via pale skin and permanent circles under their eyes with nearly white hair or possibly just massive patches of white strands because the constant crushing stress and the fact their more attuned to the spiritual realm hence looking like a walking corpse so both worlds at play? Reader looks like they’re going to drop dead any second so they wear full body coverage and masks to BOTH combat their phobia of touch and to avoid judgmental looks.

Reader is feral with major trust issues like a dog-coded character but it’s put up with the facade of being seemingly reclusive like a stray animal preferred to be left alone. Poly!141 with a closer bond with Ghost because of POW background, the whole “Grim reaper” personas, and because “respect me like a wild animal or will chew out your arteries but please be patient I am inexperienced with all forms of love”

Reader asexual which only makes any form of sexual advancement/moment that more cherished and treated with consent with utmost trust instead of something that’s a fucking required milestone in any romantic relationship, sexual advances treated like some sort of degrading ass game, among other things that’s been heavily tainted in media.

woah

y'all fr bringing the angst and torture

me like

the fighting demon ones has always been so scary to me bc I remember seeing this story time of a girl who has the same abilities as reader and she woke up around 3 and she SWEARS she felt like she got dragged down to hell

like she felt the demons or something and she was panicking bc it felt suffocating and everything was in slow motion and she swears her world was like mixing with another

and later she saw she had bruises and scratch marks on her back

I really like this take on medium!reader ! the physical part is something very interesting, living but borderline dead. two worlds colliding. something like that would really do a number on someone.

damm imagine reader couldn't stand to see herself in the mirror bc she doesn't want another reminder of her abilities. doesn't wanna see herself as the things that torture her so she avoids looking at the mirror.

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Do with this what you want but...*cough* Reader the target of an Incubus Demon *Coughing violently*

now that's trouble.

for reader, the demon comes to her dreams(since yk its a sex demon and they usually come when you are sleeping) and its always the same man but she doesn't know how he looks like other than him having black hair and a stubble.

but then the demon makes himself known when she is awake and won't leave her alone 😭!

like he is the devil on her shoulder, always telling her to go and seduce her teammates. and she is actually starting to consider it since the demon is turning up the heat and is making her hella horny

he is fr bringing the WHORE out the reader 💀

but this also has me thinking of the guys with a succubus. now that's just a mess. they are sluts like idc what anyone else says these dudes fr be getting down and dirty!

OMG! the succubus giving the guys their nightly sex dreams but instead of it just being her demonic ass fucking them she also brings reader into their dreams! same for the reader and the incubus!

yeaaaa personally I would not look at my teammates in the eye if I fucked them in my dream

reader be like (lets just act like the demons are sexy okay!)

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YOU MATCH THE 141 ON TINDER 💓

Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

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I was only going to post these when I finished writing and everything but I'm just... SO FUCKING EXCITED 😭😭

spoiler: Johnny and Kyle are the ones managing Price's account (took covert pics of the captain) but they ask Ghost how to answer the questions and DMs in order to have "the right tone of voice" LMAO

I'll post the actual drabbles soon!!! 🙏

If you'd like to be tagged when this comes out, lmk! (via dm, question or even here) THE TAGLIST IS OFFICIALLY CLOSED, not accepting any more requests! (I'm sorry, there's just too many people on it)

[Read the FIC]

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when i first saw him i was like 'oh no' and yeah then the realization hit.

gaz study (the screenshot was really dark)

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si

NAVIGATION | AO3 PRICE | GHOST | SOAP | GHOAP

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

LAVENDER SKIES | AO3 MIRROR ONESHOT. COMPLETE.

FISTFUL OF ASHES ONESHOT. COMPLETE. FOR GAZFEST

Keegan P. Russ

AFTERDARK | AO3 MIRROR ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

Rodolfo Parra, Rudy

CARRIES CURRENTS ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢ —You think of geometry when his flesh slides against yours—a near-perfect fit—and wonder if soulmates really do exist.

BLISSED OUT ON THE COAST DRABBLE. COMPLETE. —He’s bathed in ochre from the sun: a halo around him that bleeds into your retinas until all you see is the shape of him. Your pulse quickens.

Alejandro Vargas

18﹢ ⧽ BREEDING KINK | SUGAR!DADDY | THE RANCH

König

CAT & MAUS DARK KÖNIG. DRABBLE. COMPLETE. ⧽ PERVY | CUNNILUNGUS | BLOWJOB | BREEDING KINK | 18﹢

EVERYONE

BODY ELECTRIC | AO3 MIRROR THAT COD GANGBANG FIC | 18﹢

COUGH SYRUP —How the boys would care for you if you were sick

—SCENTS + PHILLIP GRAVES What the boys smell like

18﹢ ⧽ THREESOMES | HUGS (what would it be like to hug each of the boys?) | CUNNILINGUS (how the 141 would eat you out) | FAMILY (outside of x reader) | DRINKS (what the are 141 drinking)

[nenayaquisieras]

My brain is stuck in your post. Imagine the reader who sees deceased people and senses death knowing Ghost's name from the very beginning because they heard "the souls around him" whisper it the moment they met. And then they end up letting his name slip/calling him Simon without thinking and that's how he finds out about their ability

How creeped out is he? XD

he is for sure like "you takin the piss rn?" and he would start thinking that you snooped around or something.

and you're like "no." and now you both are staring at each other like one of you just said the most stupidest thing ever.

but then you tell him about the guy he killed back in 2012 where Simon not only shot his dick BUT ALSO gave him the finishing move by shooting him right in his left eye. and now is haunting him as revenge.

"oh yea he's PISSED, not only did you leave him dickless, but eyeless too."

and he's like 😦 under his mask.

He would be very freaked out though, because you are telling him that these horrible people he killed are messing with him now 😭?

"fuck sake" and he is visibly holding his head in his hands, debating if he should start going to church or something.

but as a good teammate, you tell him things he can do to try to get rid of them,

and well

he is now seen doing the same weird things you do to keep these spirits from clinging on to him.

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also! what would y'all like to see for medium!reader?

pls send asks I need to get my brain going

I have another idea for ghost

somewhat an idea for price

no idea for gaz and soap

I fr want that shit to HURT! so if y'all have any ideas for that pls...talk to me...I need...he...lp

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oh gee, I didn't realized y'all liked the toy Drabble so much!

I also wrote that one when I couldn't sleep

not being able to sleep helps my writing I think