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@a--505
My name is Agos (she/her), I’m 25 and I sometimes write fanfics 💕
Current fixations: COD, Interview with the vampire, Superman, Peacemaker
Recurrent fixations: Bucky / Marvel, The Pitt, The Mandalorian, The bear
My works:
Ghost not knowing how to playfully flirt with reader part 1 part 2
Saying “yes, sir” to Ghost
Jealous Biker!Ghost
imagine in hard of hearing Simon if reader lost their voice temporarily
hard of hearing!simon riley who comes home and immediately notices the silence. No loud greeting, no mid-rant about your day, no off-key singing. Just you waving at him with a little note that says “lost my voice 🥲”. His stomach drops. Your voice is the one sound he actually wants to hear.
hard of hearing!simon riley who becomes extra protective and attentive. He sits you on the couch and pulls you into his lap, resting his good ear against your chest just to feel the faint vibrations when you try to speak. Even the weak, raspy whispers you manage feel like a gift.
hard of hearing!simon riley who starts carrying around a notepad and your phone everywhere so you can type or write what you want to say. But he still prefers when you try to talk, no matter how scratchy and quiet it is. He’ll lean in close, eyes half-lidded, chasing every little sound you can give him.
hard of hearing!simon riley who gets oddly frustrated by the silence. Not at you — never at you — but at how much he didn’t realize he depended on your constant yapping to feel grounded. The flat feels too much like it did before you.
yapper!girlfriend (temporarily mute) who keeps trying to talk anyway, only for nothing but pathetic little rasps and squeaks to come out. Simon finds it unfairly adorable and infuriating at the same time.
hard of hearing!simon riley who fucks you extra slow that night, face buried in your neck, desperately chasing the faint broken whimpers you can still make. Every tiny raspy moan you manage goes straight to his cock.
hard of hearing!simon riley who growls against your throat, “C’mon, love… give me something. Need to feel you.” He thrusts deep and holds there, grinding against that spot until your voice cracks and you let out the loudest hoarse moan you can manage. It’s enough to make his hips stutter.
hard of hearing!simon riley who puts you on your back, hooks your legs over his shoulders, and eats you out like he’s trying to draw your voice back out. Every time you try to moan his name and it comes out as a wrecked whisper, he sucks harder on your clit, determined to force louder sounds from your damaged throat.
hard of hearing!simon riley who flips you onto all fours and presses his chest flush to your back, mouth right against your good ear so you can hear his low growls clearly. He rails you hard, one hand gripping your jaw, murmuring, “Louder. Try for me.” Your hoarse, broken cries are weaker than usual, but the vibrations against his palm and the way your body shakes make up for it. He cums harder than he has in weeks.
hard of hearing!simon riley who wakes up in the middle of the night to you trying to clear your throat and whisper something. He immediately pulls you on top of him, guides his cock back inside your soaked pussy, and makes you ride him slow while he holds your face to his better ear. Every weak, raspy little “Simon…” and broken whimper sends electricity down his spine until he’s gripping your hips and thrusting up hard, chasing those precious, limited sounds.
Happy pride y’all!!
Thinking about ghost who doesn't really drink agreeing to do so to celebrate Kyle's spouse getting a degree.
Sure, neither you nor kyle pressured ghost into it, but he's not strictly sober and he felt the event important enough to warrant it. He's been witness to your non-stop studying and exams stress enough to know how big this is for you. Ghost figures there's no harm in a few drinks
...except for the fact he's a total lightweight and completely forgot.
Which is how he ends up sat in the corner of your living room, eye's glued to you and kyle the entire night, not really moving except to grab a blanket to toss over his legs. You and gaz share a concerned look when ghost stumbles doing so, and while everyone else is trickling out, you stop ghost from grabbing his keys.
"You alright, simon? I think it's best you stay the night, we have a spare bedroom setup, okay?" You look over ghosts shoulder, nod to gaz in confirmation that ghost is staying regardless of what he says.
Thankfully, ghost makes it easy and mumbles, blushing "....stay. yes. I'll stay."
Getting ghost, a drunken three hundred and some pounds up the stairs and into the bedroom is difficult, but you and kyle make it work. While he goes to grab some water, you stay and help simon take off his shoes.
"Hey...hey. i...have a secret. To tell you." He mumbles, pawing at your wrist while you fight his laces. You furrow your brow, wait for him to continue "i....really like you. Like...wanna...hold yer hand. And kiss you. And fu–"
"Simon." You frown, face heating. "You're drunk, and I'm married to kyle. Go to bed."
"...kyle can join too." Ghost notes absently, dutifully tucking himself in even as he talks. Gaz joins that exact moment to enter the room, water in hand "pretty bloke, nice dick, great ass. Wouldn't mind bein' yer dog."
"...babe. what the fuck." Gaz whispers, just as shocked as you. You had feared ghost would attempt to make a move on you behind kyles back, but this is somehow worse when he looks you both dead in the eye.
He blushes so pretty around the scars, "Seriously. Like y' both. Would eat you out while kyle bends me over–"
"OKAY!!" you interrupt, face burning and shoving kyle out the door "that's enough of that, thank you simon! Drink water and sleep!!"
Once safely in the hallway, you and kyle share a look of complete understanding.
"...when he's sober?"
"Oh absolutely, babe."
BIG DAY FOR US GIRLS WHO LOVE OLD MEN, WAKE UP WAKE UP
you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
lifes so hard
SHAWN HATOSY as ANDREW 'POPE' CODY Animal Kingdom | Julia (4.11)
captain john price who bangs his pretty cute girlfriend over his desk while the rest of his team sits awkwardly on the other side.
“open your eyes,” he commands you, his voice deep and rough. “I said, open em. are ya gonna piss me off too?”
and so you find it in you to open them despite the embarrassment that sits low in your gut as he ruts himself into you. It’s not hard to make out who’s in front of you. his warm skin and signature hat makes him easy to identify and as your vision focuses, you can make out the crimson on his cheek and the sweat building on his neck.
you look at him, almost apologetically, as if saying “I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” because Kyle truly is an angel and the idea of his knowing what your eyes looked like when all fucked out seemed like a sin on its own.
first, he calls out soap for texting you late at night. john fists the hair on your head till you’re facing the scot who’s not looking at your eyes, but somewhere lower. “y’know what couples do at night, Mactavish? I’ll give you a hint.” price snakes his arm between your legs, pinching and rolling your clit to which you let out a pained and delicious mewl.
and next in line is gaz, whose gesture of buying you your favorite foods has gone unliked by price. luckily, Gaz is sitting right next to soap so you don’t have to strain yourself to find him. Gaz knows he shouldn’t stare…but he can’t help himself and surprisingly, the captain hasn’t told anyone to stop so he swallows the lump in his throat, and commits the sight before him to memory.
then there’s ghost, who refuses to acknowledge he has actively done anything. “bullshit. wanna tell me why you’re always staring at her ass?” which shuts the brooding man up immediately.
your orgasm comes quick, as it always did. your words come out broken and desperate but they barely register to your boyfriend who has his own agenda.
your eyes roll back as you climax, the euphoria sending you into a blissful state of haze. but john doesn’t stop, not when he has a point to prove.
so he fucks you through your high, and then he fucks you more. your hand presses against his thigh with no real pressure, sobbing cries of overstimulation.
“after today, i want no more foolery from any of you. I’d suggest you take today for all it’s worth because after tonight, you can all go to your beds and jerk off your pathetic cocks to the memory of this and. nothing. else.” he punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, willing either your legs or the desk legs to give out.
“do i make myself clear?”
and the answer all comes in unison. “Yes, Captain.”
This year Bucky for mermay 🫰🏻
I miss writing fics but I’ve been so busy with life :(
Something about price not showing up for his own kid's graduation, couldn't be bothered when "it's just uni, sport. I'll be there for something important, yeah?"
And you fully expect to find no one sitting in the seat you pre-emptively reserved, all too hopeful that your dad would finally see you. Except...it's not empty.
Ghost is sat in your dads seat.
Ghost, the man who practically saved your degree when you were on the verge of a breakdown and dad was on vacation. Found you crying in a gas station parking lot and recognized you from price's wallet.
And....it feels weird, ghost where price should be, almost like you're replacing your dad...but it's also nice?
Ghost has always been there when you needed him, more than your own dad ever was.
He drives you to get shitty fast food afterwards in celebration, hand heavy on your thigh and you don't try to stop him. Of course you've thought about it, but never acted on it...
Not until ghost pulls over on the back roads, parks his truck in the start of an empty field and lays you down in the dirty bed of it. Rough hands pulling your thighs open, a mouth leaving bites against skin. He makes you feel all the things you missed out on, too busy studying for your dads approval.
He groans "fuck, kid, can't believe i waited this long. Didn't want to distract you." When he ruts into you, thick and hot and too big for you to do anything other than gasp.
That night, you sleep in ghosts bed and not once does your dad call asking where you are. Seems like you made the right choice.
James Ogilvie being a pretty crier is hopefully what the internet needs to finally get more writers to make Ogilvie x reader fics (I’ve loved him from the start your honor)
SIMON “GHOST” RILEY who can’t ever last while fucking you. he’s tried and tried, looking anywhere but the way you glisten and stretch all wide around him as he slides himself inside you. he clenches his jaw, only breathing roughly through his nose because you always feel better than the time before and it’s driving up the bleeding wall. you’re pawing at his biceps and slurring his name out on drunk-sounding wails. and much prettier than he deserves. and tugging the hair he’s let grown out with needy fingers.
no, no. please. he wants it to last longer, needs it to. he wants to make you come and feel your body shake and tremble beneath his, for you to cry out big, fat tears that he’ll wipe up with his fingers and press into your tongue for you to taste while he keeps fucking you. just so he can see that all over again.
one, two, three, four thrusts and simon is groaning with his face smushed into the side of yours. he holds the tip of his cock just inside your entrance, pumping thick cum in messy ropes that leak out when he stuffs himself back inside you, disappointed groan ripping out from the bottom of his throat.
fuck.
Bucky Barnes is not a morning person. :(
sfw
He wakes up 6 am sharp. Every day. And not by choice. Some things that were programmed into him in his darkest times have stayed put, and his sleep schedule seemed to be one. He found comfort, though, in his ability to choose to stay in bed with you. Usually, he does.
You woke a few hours later to Bucky staring at you, his face immediately what you see when you open your eyes. You smile a little. He holds back his own smile, scooping his arms around you and burying his nose into the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“Mmph..” He huffs into you. He might have said actual words, but they’re mumbled. You reach back and stroke your hand through his hair. “You in a mood?” Your voice is sleepy and sweet. He shakes his head no, just because he doesn’t want you to always assume he’s a grump in the mornings. You know better though.
Soon he found a way to be completely on top of you, legs on either side of your hips and arms wrapped under your armpits. He’s a big baby, he just wants to be held.
