#touch me pls

[shiftingfawnnn]

The damp air clung to your skin, thick with the scent of stone, old iron, and something darker—something that lingered beneath the surface, like rot buried just deep enough to fester. The walls of Nightmare’s castle loomed around you, a twisted monument of cruelty and power, where the light barely reached and the cold bit through even the bravest resolve.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been here. Time bled together in the endless dark. But what unsettled you more wasn’t the solitude.

It was him.

He came when the castle was at its quietest, when the distant wails of other prisoners faded to a dull murmur and all that remained was the dripping of unseen water against stone. That’s when you’d hear him—first, the echo of his boots scuffing lazily against the floor. Then, the creak of the cell door swinging open, slow, deliberate, just to hear the way your breath hitched.

And then the stillness. That moment where he stood just beyond the threshold, watching, waiting. Drinking in your fear before he even stepped inside.

Tonight was no different.

A soft chuckle shattered the quiet.

“Still here, huh?”

His voice—low, rough, almost amused. Like this was all some private joke, something only he was in on. You didn’t dare answer. Not yet.

Another step. He took his time, the air shifting with each movement, his presence crawling over your skin like something tangible, like the weight of his attention alone was enough to leave a bruise.

“Funny thing,” he mused, tone lilting with mock curiosity. “You ever notice how the body reacts to fear? The way it tenses, how the blood rushes faster, how every little sound makes your skin prickle?”

A pause. You didn’t move. You didn’t breathe.

Then—fingers. Cold. Smooth. Brushing along your jaw, tilting your chin up just enough to force your gaze toward him.

You hadn’t looked at him yet. You didn’t want to. But now, so close, you had no choice.

His grin was wide, too wide, his sockets half-lidded, the red light deep within them flickering with something unreadable. Dust clung to him—smudges of it against the cracks in his skull, along the frayed edges of his scarf, the remnants of his sins woven into his very being.

And yet, despite the horror coiling in your stomach, despite the cold sweat prickling at the back of your neck… there was something else.

Something you shouldn’t be feeling.

Heat curled low in your gut, unbidden, traitorous. Your pulse skipped—not just in terror, but in something far more dangerous.

His grin widened, as if he could smell it.

“There it is,” he murmured. His fingers slid lower, the blunt edge of bone trailing down the column of your throat, pressing just lightly enough to make your breath hitch. His sockets darkened, that crimson glow flaring in something not quite hunger, not quite satisfaction—something worse.

“Knew it wasn’t just fear,” he drawled, his thumb dragging over your pulse, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath your skin. “You’re tryin’ so hard to hide it, aren’tcha?”

You hated how your thighs clenched at the rasp of his voice, how every taunting word sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

This was wrong.

This was so wrong.

And he knew it.

“Ain’t it funny?” he continued, his grin pressing closer, his breathless laughter ghosting over your cheek. “The way your body can’t tell the difference? Fear, arousal—it all tastes the same in the end.”

Your breath stuttered.

He laughed.

“And I gotta say… I love the taste.”

His grip tightened—just enough to remind you of exactly who was in control. Of exactly how easily he could break you.

And yet, he didn’t.

Because this?

This was better.

Watching you squirm. Watching the war waging in your own body, the terror and desire tangling in a way that left you breathless, helpless, caught in his web with no hope of escape.

“I could do anything to ya right now, couldn’t I?” he whispered, his sockets hooded, his voice velvet-wrapped malice. “And you wouldn’t stop me.”

Your breath hitched.

He laughed.

“Good.”

Then—pressure.

You gasped as something hard pressed between your thighs. Cold. Unyielding. The sharp ridge of bone—his leg—sliding up against you.

You didn’t even have time to process the shock before he moved.

The friction was slow at first, lazy. A deliberate drag up, then down, the pressure firm enough to make you shudder. Your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers curling against the worn fabric of his hoodie—not to push him away, but to steady yourself.

That was all the confirmation he needed.

“Hah…” His grin twitched, that low, breathless chuckle slipping past his teeth. His sockets flickered, taking in every twitch, every involuntary jolt as he set a rhythm, pressing his bone against you with just enough force to make your breath catch in your throat.

“Look atcha,” he cooed, tilting his head, voice dipping into something close to mockery. “Shakin’ like a leaf… but not ‘cause ya wanna run.”

His leg nudged higher, pressing between your thighs just enough to make you squirm, to make that awful, traitorous heat twist in your stomach. You bit your lip, stifling the sound threatening to spill from your throat.

Dust’s grin twitched.

Then—

The pressure vanished.

His leg dropped from between your legs with a dull thud, leaving you trembling, panting, your body still alight with the phantom sensation of what he’d just done.

You barely had a second to react before his face was inches from yours, his sockets black voids with only the faintest ember of red smoldering deep within. His grin was wide, sharp, his breathless laughter rattling in his ribs.

“Heh… got ya all worked up, huh?”

His voice was thick with amusement, his tone dripping with satisfaction.

And then he stepped back, leaving you breathless, unsteady, your body betraying you in ways you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Hope ya got a real good memory, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice as dark as the space between his ribs. His sockets flickered, drinking in the way you still trembled. ”‘Cause that? That’s all you’re gettin’.”

Then he was gone.

Leaving you alone.

Burning.

[oliviasaurrrr]

HELLO? THE HAND? THE VEINS?

[hunnikitten]

i need someone to touch my pussy like they own it :(

[kiuriush]

I don't think it'll ever be possible to state just how much I absolutely adore being groped. Like it is literally so good and I can't stop daydreaming about it

[evercelle]

it was all so simple then

[nikkinelson1313]

let’s go

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[taikk0]

i cant think of a caption i have an exam tomorrow 💀(it is currently 12 am <3)

[samstarium]

very special set of gomens icons for pride this year. happy pride to everyone, no matter what ur situation is rn. keep lovin urself n know that aziraphale and crowley love u so much!!

all art is from hg-aneh (10/10)

transparents under the cut

[minibunz]

I want someone to push me down onto my stomach on the bed so they can spread my legs and run their hands over me, spreading me open “just for inspection”, making comments about how silly I am for getting so wet just from this

[oliviasaurrrr]

Baby come home the kids miss you

[hunnikitten]

having my body groped would totally fix me rn

[qtboni]

╰﹒ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon woke up to you sleeping far away from him in the bed so he pulls you back to him <//3

C/W: none just clingy simon missing u in his sleep (pure fluff) !!

W/C: 944 bubs

Simon shifted in his bed, feeling the empty coolness beside him. He reached out, wanting to feel your warmth, but his hand met nothing but empty sheets and bed covers.

"Love..?" He whispers faintly, his voice filled with a quiet desperation to find you.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Simon slowly opens them to find you there, on the other side of the bed, lying with your back turned to him.

He lets out a quiet chuckle at the position you're in, your legs flung out in a starfish, snoring the night away. It's a silly sight, but it cracks him up, and he can't help but chuckle softly.

"Baby..." Simon sleepily whines to himself, calling out to you. "C'mere.."

Simon gently moves closer to you, pulling on the sheets to free himself. You feel his arm encircle your waist as he pulls you towards his warm body, spooning you in his arms.

Your skin meets his, and the warmth from his body causes your heart to skip a beat. You feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, feeling peaceful and safe in his embrace.

As he holds you close, Simon's thoughts drift to you. He thinks about how soft he is for you, how you make him feel alive and whole, how he doesn't want to let go, ever.

You're his everything, his world, and he can't imagine life without you. He feels his heart swell with love for you, and the need to be close to you and hold you tight, to never let you go.

With you in his arms, Simon feels complete. He would do anything to keep you close, to love and cherish you every day for the rest of his life.

You're the love of his life, and he will never forget the moment he first held you close, feeling your heart beat against his own, and knowing that he had found his soulmate.

As he holds you close, Simon's body moves instinctively, nuzzling his face in your neck, wanting to feel your warmth, to be closer to you. He wraps his arms around you tighter, unable to bear the thought of ever being apart from you again.

The warmth coming from his body slowly roused you from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open as Simon's arms tightened around your waist. You could feel his heart pounding against your back, beating in time with yours, and your heart skipped a beat in response.

"Simon?" You called out to him, voice still slightly hoarse from sleep, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

"I'm here, love," he whispered, his voice low and full of love, and you could feel his body pressing up to yours, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. His hands softly carressing your waist and hips. You felt his breath upon your neck, his heart beating in yours, and you felt a deep sense of peace wash over you.

"I love you," he whispered, almost inaudible.

As his arms wrapped around you, you felt a rush of warmth and comfort wash over you. His voice was low and gentle, and you could feel the love and intensity in every word.

You loved him more with each passing moment; each time he held you, each time he told you how much he loved you, and each time you felt his heart beating against yours.

"I love you, too, Simon," you whispered back, further relaxing into his embrace as you pecked his bicep that was hugging you close by your shoulders.

You could feel the love and intensity in every part of his body, from the warmth of his breath against your neck to the way his heart beat in time with yours. You knew that you would always be by his side, loving him and cherishing him for all eternity.

As you drifted back to sleep, his arms wrapped around you tightly, unwilling to let you go and wishing to always be this close. You could feel the love in every part of his body, and you knew that this was the love that could never be broken.

Simon pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck, his breath warm and soothing against your skin, and you felt a pang of love and comfort wash over you.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, unwilling to let you go even for a moment, and he held you against him, feeling your heartbeat against his chest.

"Goodnight, love," he whispered, his voice low and filled with all the love he felt for you as he cuddled you close.

"G'night..." you sighed dreamily and closed your eyes.

As you drifted off to sleep, with your head resting against his chest, Simon couldn't help the rush of affection for you. He knew that you were the love of his life, that he would do anything for you, and that he couldn't imagine a future without you by his side.

Holding you close to him, he felt your heart beating slowly and regularly against his chest, and he felt a deep sense of peace wash over him. Every fiber of his being told him that he loved you, that you were everything he had ever wanted in life, and that he would always be there to protect you, to love you, and to cherish you.

He whispers your name softly, almost inaudible, as he drifted off to sleep, holding you tightly in his embrace. The love and intensity in his voice, in his touch, and in his eyes, was overwhelming, and he knew that you felt it too.

navi / masterlist !

[voidfanatic]

Parental control

[malaylinda]

I’m so god damn horny lately, just use me already, fuck me so rough, I want sex that makes me scream and grip the sheets

[nikkinelson1313]