||Behind hell's gates.||

[mrs-heelshire]

INTRODUCTION

𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶, 𝙸'𝚖 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝙾𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.

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[slasherslittlesimp]

How You Meet- Bo Sinclair

You awkwardly walk alongside Wade and Carly as you enter the town of Ambrose. Just moments ago you were in a truck with a friendly but off putting male who offered you all a ride into town to get a fan belt after Wade's broke or something. Not caring much for sports, you volunteered to go with both of them since it sounded more interesting than riding with the others.

The two talk with each other as you simply follow after them in silence. Approaching the place Lester mentioned, Wade calls out into the place to see if this Bo guy is there. His calls are answered by silence so he turns away to look around the small town. "Hey, there's that House of Wax." Wade points at the building.

"Wade, what about the fan belt?" Carly questions, wondering why her boyfriend is heading away from the place he needs to be.

"There's no one at the station." He explains with a shrug as he continues on.

Carly sighs as she follows after him, you following her. "Why don't we check the church?"

You look towards the church at the end of the road, wondering why she thinks there'll be people there of all places. As they both enter the building, you simply stand outside, not wanting to go inside. It doesn't take long for them to walk back out, both of them looking embarrassed. "What happened?"

"There was a funeral going on." Carly scrunches her nose as she moves to stand next to you. You nod in understanding. That explains why the entire town is seemingly empty. In a small place like this if someone dies then pretty much everyone will be attending the funeral.

An older male exits the church, lighting a cigarette as he walks down the steps and past the fence. "Hey, man. Sorry about walking in."

"We didn't know..." Carly trails off, obviously feeling bad.

"You shouldn't have walked in." The man speaks and you can't help but to blush a bit at his voice. He's certainly attractive and doesn't seem to be all that much older than you. You're in your late twenties- older than both of your cousins who just so happen to be Carly and Nick.

"Yeah, I know. It's just that we're having car trouble. We're not from this town." Wade tries to explain.

"We're looking for Bo. He works at the gas station."

"You found him." You zone out of the conversation after that, simply looking at Bo. He finishes his cigarette before flicking it aside, turning around to face all of you. His gaze flickers towards you, likely only just now realizing that you're there as well. After a bit of talking the other two go to walk away while he heads back towards the church.

You hesitate to follow after them, glancing between Bo and them. "Hey, Bo?" You call out, catching his attention. He stops walking, turning towards you slightly with a raised brow. "I'm sorry about interrupting the funeral. I'm also very sorry for your loss."

He seems surprised as he turns fully towards you before walking down the steps to stand directly in front of you. He looks down at you, his eyes scanning your face as bit as you try to keep from blushing. "No need to apologize, doll. You're not the one who barged in uninvited."

"I'm still sorry." You mutter, giving him an apologetic smile which makes his eyes flicker down to your lips. Without letting him say anything else, you turn away to rush after your friends who seemingly disappeared. You have no idea where they went so you simply make your way back to the station to wait for either them or Bo to show up.

It feels like hours before Wade and Carly finally come back, apparently having just finished at the House of Wax which wasn't even open. You hold back your scolding, finding it especially disrespectful that not only did they barge in on a funeral but they also broke into a place and likely messed with things they shouldn't have.

To top it all of, Wade also enters Bo's shop without him being there. You want to speak up to keep Carly from going in after him but hold back since she likely won't listen to you anyways. Instead, you lean against the wall outside as you once again wait for them. Their voices drift out of the building though you can't really hear what they're saying.

"Where's your friends?" Bo questions, approaching out of nowhere.

You jump slightly, having not noticed him walking up. "They kind of went into your shop. Apparently they have a real knack for breaking and entering that they didn't tell me about." You joke, trying to not feel bad about the situation. Hopefully he's not actively pissed that they went into his shop.

He steps up next to you, looking through the window to see that Wade and Carly are indeed inside the building. He smirks slightly, turning towards you with an amused look. "I'm gonna mess with them."

"Have fun with that." You snort, shaking your head as you also smile. Bo's eyes flicker to your lips once again before he turns away to enter his shop, leaving you outside alone. You can barely hear them inside but you can tell that he startled both of them. Soon enough they all step back outside, Carly motioning for you to follow after them.

"So, is it too late to sign up for that beauty pageant?" Wade questions, nudging his girlfriend with his arm.

"Unfortunately it is, because I know someone who would've won hands down." You don't see his eyes glance towards you as he says this. You're used to people thinking Carly is more attractive than you so you simply assume he's talking about her like everyone else usually does.

"That House of Wax was pretty cool." Wade comments, changing the subject once again.

"You went inside?"

"Yeah, it was unlocked so, you know..." Wade shrugs.

"Everything seems to be unlocked around you, don't it?" Bo understands now why you said what you did earlier. He sighs before launching into a story about the House of Wax and some woman named Trudy who apparently was the original artist of the place. After that you arrive at what is apparently his house. "Why don't you guys hop in while I go get that fan belt?"

You hop into his truck without question, Carly getting in after you while Wade mentions using his restroom. Bo takes one last glance at you before leading him into the house. If only you knew that things would be going down hill very soon.

[tojisun]

cw: dubcon

simon calls you while he’s away for a mission.

he’s a lot hornier today, skipping the usual banter to ask something for you—won’t you ride your pillow for him?

you clamber to your knees, obeying his plea with a quiet thrum burning your cheeks. he refuses to switch to a video call, says it’s a lot hotter this way, with his voice piercing through the static and your own rumbling in a quiet tumble.

your hitched breaths sound a lot louder this way, your own voice bouncing off your walls. simon tells you to be louder; to describe how it feels. you tell him it’s not enough—

“wished it was y’r cock, si,” you hiccup, whimpering as you try to find the rough drag of your pillowcase to rub against your clit.

god, it’s not all dirty talk—it isn’t enough. you need something more filling; something thicker and longer and bigger. you need to be fucked. to be ruined.

“si, please!”

“shh,” he says, his voice a deep hum. “not yet, baby.”

something clatters on his line, the static rippling like a distorted voice but you’re doused in the teasing pleasure—a miasma of a delicious drag and it’s not enough—to notice, leaving you to only sniffle because simon’s a fucking tease.

john looks up at simon, grinning.

“well if she isn’t such a good girl f’r you, huh?” he rumbles out, careful not to make too much noice. his chub is throbbing underneath his sweats and it makes simon’s throat dry with a howling hunger.

yeah, he can’t wait to introduce you to his captain.

or, simon using his girlfriend to win his captain’s attention.

[chastiefoul]

blurb. nsfw.

sitting on zayne’s face but the glasses stay on.

the man lapped up your folds like there’s no tomorrow, chasing the sweetness that he thought was better than all of his favorite desert combined with his greedy tongue. there was no trace of control left as his breath ragged, gasping for air only if he really had to—not wanting to waste even a second from tasting the treat that’s right in front of him. his glasses wet from your juice was already sliding over all the way to his forehead but he could not bring himself to care, both his hands were busy gripping either side of your thighs, locking your position—a man that’s determined to finish his feast.

you gripped his strands, feeling as impatient, wanting him to lick faster, closer. if it’s even possible. it doesn’t help seeing him so eager, beads of sweat on the corners of his forehead. it was clear to you that the only thing that mattered to him in that moment was making you feel good. your walls convulsed on nothing, incredibly in need of more stimulation. “m-more, please!” you begged, sounding like a music to the doctor.

zayne welcomed the pull with ease, sucking on your clit as you cried out, shutting your eyes in pleasure when he did it slightly harder. “yes! z-zayne, nghh,” you moaned, practically grinding your sopping wet cunt against his mouth, feeling your body fluid gushing out in the endless arousal. like a starving man that he is zayne devoured it all without effort, refusing to let any of it waste away. your arousal kept dripping down his chin messily, a kind that he learnt not to fix, a messiness that now he chased madly.

he focused his gaze on your expression, the slightest change when he hit a good spot—made him want to tease you a little, intentionally circling around your sensitive area—it turns him on so much to have you as desperate as he is, clinging to him like he’s water in your desert. although nothing beat the sensation of seeing you come undone above him, your legs shook slightly in his grip, your back arched so beautifully as you whined his name in such an endearing tone. “c-cumming!” you yelled, scrunching your eyes as you climaxed, your both hands loyal on your boyfriend’s hair for support.

still panting, you moved your gaze to the man under you; his face covered in your juice, his glasses all hiked up and crooked while his chest heaved as he breathe heavily. yet he looked like he’s the happiest guy in the world, a satisfied smile displayed on his face. then his eyes was back yet again on your glistening pussy, the fresh orgasm made it that way.

and that’s how zayne knew his job wasn’t done, no. not until he savored you all clean.

[darknessbambi-deactivated202510]

On my mind 24/7

[tacticalprincess]

breast massaging with nerd!könig because you know his intentions are pure, and when he sees you wincing in pain at how sore your period is making your boobs after your hug, he’ll do just about anything you tell him to help. you, on the other hand, have just been dying to get his excessively large, warm hands on your tits since you first met.

laying back on his couch with your thighs spread and locked around his broad hips, a position that leaves little room between the heat of your clothed sexes. he’s agonizingly gentle, a sweet and hesitant touch of large palm to your supple, swollen breasts over your shirt at first. it has you sucking your bottom lip into your teeth anyway, warmth blossoming behind your navel and he remains clueless, face hesitant like he’s scared he’s hurting you.

his eyes widen behind his glasses when you tell him it would feel much better under your shirt, giggling at the way his hands still in shock. now, you’re forced to take matters into his own hands. grabbing his strong forearms to guide his hands where you want them, stuffing them inside your camisole and barely containing the moan that threatens to spill from your slightly slack jaw at the skin to skin contact. könig’s gulp is audible as he watches his inexperienced hands knead the soft dough of your breasts, how the fat gives under his fingertips.

you both lose yourself in it. your pussy involuntarily rutting against the large, growing bulge in his pants, a biological reaction to having your leaking warmth pressed against him, two handfuls of your cute tits. it’s a high pitched whine from your throat when he thumbs over your perky nipples that causes him to snap back into himself, the blood not filling up his cock rushing to his cheeks as he starts apologizing profusely.

“i’m sorry, schatz, i—i can’t help it, you see…”

so close to release, you trap him in with your thighs, your dainty hands gripping the straining muscles of his arms as you beg him not to stop. he can’t help but feel like it’s his fault when your back arches off the bed, lower half convulsing against him as he palms your breasts through your orgasm. chants out a series of apologies even as he’s soiling his pants with his finish, bucking into your cunt helplessly.

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[ravennawritesfanfiction]

Let’s see if this work 🤞🏻

[starsofang]

Tow-truck driver!Price who you call in the dead of night when your car breaks down. You’re lost, stuck in the middle of a long road trip to visit your family with hours left of your trip, scared and alone.

Tow-truck driver!Price who reassures you on the phone, listening to your hysterics, talking gently as he tells you he’s on the way and he’ll be there as soon as he can. It’s the first time you’ve broken down and needed your car towed, but Price was shockingly sweet when comforting you.

Tow-truck driver!Price who shows up just as he said, and you’re surprised he’s not old or ugly like you expected. In fact, he’s handsome, clad in an old work shirt that hugs his burly frame, jeans that shape an ass even you’re jealous of, and beat up boots to top it off.

Tow-truck driver!Price who greets you with a kind smile, aged crow’s feet crinkling in the corners of his eyes, teeth barely hidden from his facial hair. And, oh, his voice is nice. Gravelly yet soothing. It instantly puts your nerves to rest, and you watch him load your car up with a much lighter heart.

Tow-truck driver!Price who offers you a ride to your destination. You say no, you couldn’t possibly ask him for that. You were still a few hours from home, surely you can call a cab. But Price refuses to leave you alone in the middle of the night. A pretty bird, out ‘ere all alone? C’mon, I’ll take ya.

Tow-truck driver!Price who you end up in his truck with. He’s surprisingly easy to talk to, and the entire time while he drives, the banter is consistent. The two of you fall into conversation the whole way, him smiling and you giggling. He’s sweet, almost too sweet, but you find yourself more into him than you should be for a stranger you just met.

Tow-truck driver!Price who watches your face crumble when your destination comes close and you realize you don’t have the money for the ride like you thought you did. Price is willing to negotiate, though. He’s a nice man, especially to pretty birds. Of course he’ll help you out. That’s okay, sweetheart. You can put that pretty mouth to good use instead, hm? Won’t charge ya a dime.

Tow-truck driver!Price who pulls off to the side of the road, cock nestled in the back of your throat, head thrown back against the seat. His large hand firm on the back of your head, forcing you to take it all. And oh, you’re doing so good for him. Taking it all like a good girl. He might just have to keep you when you come back from your family visit.

Tow-truck driver!Price who’s greedy, even after shooting ropes of cum down your throat only minutes before. He has you perched on top of his lap from his seat on the driver’s side, hands digging into the plush flesh of your ass to bounce you on his cock, smacking it harshly every time it sets off the horn by accident. What a sight you are, too. Moaning like a bitch in heat, so desperate for his cock that you’re practically drooling for it.

Tow-truck driver!Price who has you dazed and content in the passenger seat afterwards, finishing the trip to your family’s as promised. You didn’t think he was going to dump you off and let you walk the rest of the way, did you? No, he’s a gentleman. Besides, he’s already decided in his head that you’re his now.

Tow-truck driver!Price who drops you off, walking you to the door like the man he is, before heading on the long journey back. He saves your number in his phone, only texting you when he’s finally home. You didn’t think that was the last time I’d see you, did you? Let me take you out to dinner, sweetheart. My treat. And who are you to deny him after he treated you so well?

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Y/N: You'd really do that for me? Ghost: I'd do a lot of things to you Y/N: ..You mean for me? Ghost: That too

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Red. That was all Simon could see as he barreled through the barracks, ignoring the concerned onlookers as he slammed open door after door.

He was just washing up for the day, ready to head to his quarters when he’d heard whispers of you being admitted to medical. The words “banged up pretty good” were all he needed to hear before setting off in a panic to find you.

You were everything to him. Simon Riley was a man who swore he’d die alone and be happy doing so, until you came along. You, with your terrible jokes, your witty personality, your loyalty and determination and gods damn your fucking smile. He’d do anything to see you smile.

Love wasn’t something that came easy to Simon, but with you it did. Loving you was as easy as breathing, it was natural. He loved you from the moment he saw you, and would love you until the day he died.

The door to the infirmary flung open, and Simon strode in with purpose, his eyes scanning the entire room. When they landed on you, Simon felt his heart drop, his blood running cold.

“Who did this?” Was all he said, his cold gaze softening ever so slightly as he took in every cut and bruise that littered your beautiful skin. It took everything in him not to yell, to scream.

Your eyes dropped from his, your lips forming a thin line as the nurse beside you finished stitching the large cut that now adorned your shoulder.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, causing you and the nurse to jump slightly.

With a small smile aimed at you, the nurse gave a polite nod to Simon as she ran past, leaving the two of you alone in the now eerily silent room.

“Tell me.” Simon demanded, sinking to his knees in front of you. When you still refused to meet his gaze, he gently rested his index finger on your chin and tilted your head to look at him. His eyes were soft, gentle as he gazed into your own. “Tell me.”

The tenderness in which Simon looked at you had your lower lip wobbling, a soft sob slowly escaping your mouth as you replayed what had happened in your head. “Simon, it’s okay.”

“It’s not. You need to tell me what happened.” His finger gently began to graze your cheek, a tenderness that you’d grown used to over the years with him. A tenderness reserved only for you.

“The mission went south. There was a mole. We got ambushed.” Was all you said, as you struggled to regain your composure.

“Who.”

“Simon, please it’s really okay, I-.”

“Who.”

Your brows furrowed slightly as Simon ripped off his mask, his face now fully visible to you. Concern etched its way across his features as he held your gaze. You knew this was a battle you wouldn’t win.

“Coles. It was Coles.”

“He dead?” Simon asked, his face not showing any of his internal turmoil. If he wasn’t, Simon would make damn well sure he’d suffer for what had happened to you.

You shook your head as your bottom lip trembled once more. “No, but Simon-.”

Simon cut you off with a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin as he murmured, “Sleep in my quarters tonight, yeah? I’ll be back soon.”

Without waiting for your reply, he strode out of the infirmary, the red in his vision intensifying as he set out to find the mole. Nobody, nobody would harm a hair on his lovers head and get away with it.

Simon would do anything for you, die for you, kill for you. He’d do anything to make sure that beautiful smile of yours was permanently etched onto your lips.

For you, Simon Riley would watch the world burn.

[cinnamonghostcrunch]

more perv neighbor simon? pleasee

pervy neighbour! simon who spends his evenings watching you on the cameras he’s installed, with one hand down his pants and the other swigging a beer. he ogles you, all pretty and dolled up in your baby pink lingerie, as you hump your pillow like the desperate whore you are.

pervy neighbour! simon who watches you throw your head back in utter pleasure, eyes closed, back arched and fingers nursing your little clit. in his eyes you couldn’t be more beautiful, close to nude, lips pouted and eyebrows scrunched. you truly are a sight for sore eyes.

pervy neighbour! simon who swipes at his cock as you speed up the pace of your hips, callused fist rubbing up and down his hardened and already leaking length. his eyes are glued to the way your hand rubs at your spasming clit and his ears perk up as you start to wine. he’s watched you long enough and listened to you enough times to know you're about to cum.

pervy neighbour! simon who's completely confused when stop your lewd movements and look up to stare directly at the camera in your bedroom. his hand stutters on his girth and his mouth dries.

pervy neighbour! simon watches as you remove your hand from your core and dismantle your now drenched pillow. you slowly manoeuvre yourself onto your back and spread your legs, giving him a clear and direct view of your glistening pussy. you raise your delicate hand and motion at the camera with your pointer finger, almost as though you were motioning him to come over, to coax him out of hiding.

pervy neighbour! simon who’s confused once more, befuddled, lost… he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what this means….

pervy neighbour! simon who jerks at the sound of your voice. he listens adamantly to to your velvety tone call for him, almost whine desperately for him to come over. “i know you’re watching me simon. are you not gonna come over and fuck me?”.

pervy neighbour! simon who’s up out and out, almost sprinting to your block and up the stairs to your floor. he doenst bother knock, just uses the copy of they key he’d made himself and marches to your room....

[frudoo-deactivated20250911]

Bo anon here, I’d love any headcannons with him (maybe some relationship hcs and maybe some smut ones if you’re comfortable with that)

Yes of course!

Warnings: Kinda soft Bo, believe it or not (I can’t help myself). NSFW below the cut. GN reader!

• This man is the definition of possessive—has a hand (or both) on you at all times, squeezing or kneading whatever part of you he can reach.

• He’s not big on saying I love you, but he shows it in his gestures. Takes the jewelry off of his victims and presents it to you proudly. Sometimes he’ll go through their belongings and find clothes he thinks will suit you.

• He loves kissing, and they’re not half-assed, either—it’s all or nothing with Bo. All tongue and teeth, sucking and nipping and making you feel like the only person in the world. If your lips aren’t bruised by the time he’s done, he’s starting the process all over again.

• He’d never admit it, but he gets jealous when his brothers have your attention. Whether you’re helping Lester sharpen his bowie or complimenting Vincent on his latest work, Bo is pouting somewhere in the background, keeping a close eye on the situation (he trusts you, of course, but his brothers? Not so much).

• Although he’s hardly capable of taking you out on a nice, fancy date, he still tries his hardest to ‘keep you interested,’ as he put it. Drives you into the woods where there’s a little creek and does up the bed of his truck with blankets and pillows. He’d rather cuddle you where his brothers can’t see.

• Pet names all day, every day. Sugar, darlin’, baby, hon—you name it, he’s said it.

• I can’t see him as anything other than a dom. He loves to be in control, craves it, really. His logic is that if you’re allowed to own his heart, he’s allowed to own your orgasms.

• He loves bondage—enjoyed tying down his victims, but is obsessed with doing it to you, his willing participant. He likes to tie your hands behind your back and use them as leverage to fuck into you from behind, or watch you squirm helplessly with your limbs bound to each corner of the bed.

• He likes to receive more than he likes to give. Sure, he enjoys going down on you, or feeling you come around his cock, but the sight of your throat bulging with the outline of his dick is unbeatable.

• Bo loves biting—giving or receiving. Loves to see his teeth marks all over your neck and thighs just as much as he likes seeing yours all over his body. He especially enjoys it when you leave imprints on his biceps, though, always rolls his sleeves up to show them off.

• His favorite position is doggy, without a doubt. He loves to watch the way your hips and ass jiggle every time he thrusts. He also loves having your ass right there when he gets the urge to spank you.

• He’s actually very good with aftercare—cleaning you up with a towel (or his tongue) and making sure to soothingly rub all the raw spots where you were bound. Pulls you into his arms to cuddle, runs his fingertips down your back and kisses your forehead. Pillowtalk usually ensues as well.

[ghouljams]

Now I'm thinking about the guys waking me up with their mouths 😭

Which ones would be slow about it, seeing how long it takes before you wake up, seeing if they could get you to orgasm whilst still asleep?

Which ones would be feral, seeing if they can get you off MULTIPLE times before waking you up?

I need these men (yes, all of them. Individually or at the same time, I'm not picky)

Waking you up with oral would be the boys' favorite things(second only to waking you up by shoving their cock into you)

Soap is so sloppy with it, really loses himself in eating you out. He wakes up hard and decides you need a little prep before he fucks you, so he tugs your shorts down and salivates at the sight of your pretty pussy. One lick and he's gone, dragging his tongue through your folds and groaning at the taste. The slight salt of sweat from your sleep, the tang of his lingering come from the night before. He's gone. Slurping at your cunt and sucking at your clit like it's his job, absolutely drenching his morning scruff with your slick and hoping it bleaches. This isn't about getting you prepped this is about Soap being pussy drunk at six am and showing up on base with his beard still wet.

Ghost doesn't always get to the actual oral sex. He just gets so focused on exploring your body with his mouth. You never let him take his time with you, and having you asleep means there's no whining that he's taking too long kissing your soft tummy. So he spends as long as he likes kissing your stomach, kissing your chest, breathing in the way your heart beats so clearly when he rests his head against you. He gets a little distracted sucking on your tits, rolling his tongue over one nipple and biting at it before moving to the other. He pushes your tits together and tries to suck on both of them at once. Which is what wakes you up. There's only so much manhandling you can take. He eats you out as an apology.

Gaz wants to see you come in your sleep, so he's extremely careful. His tongue is light, his thumb brushing against your clit to try and stroke heat through your body as he sucks at your folds. He catalogues every soft moan, every quiet sigh. Each twitch makes him stop and check that you're still asleep. He works you up until you're panting, until your hips are shifting against the sheets and you're letting out the most delicate little whimpers he's ever heard. Seeing the way your body just falls apart, shudders and creams on his gentle fingers, makes him melt. Makes him a little rough. Holding you down to pump his fingers into you harder and see which will happen first: you waking up, or you squirting.

Price actually is prepping you to take his cock. He's careful not to wake you like Gaz is, his tongue working slick through your folds as he gently stretches your hole, careful not to scratch you too much with his beard as he sucks at your clit. He watches your pretty face for any indication you're getting too worked up, and pulls back if he thinks you might come. You're not allowed to come until he gets his cock in you. You just have to be a good toy and let him play with you until then. Let him stretch you open and lick you out so that when he sits back your body is too relaxed to tense at the push of his thick cock. Let him grind his hips forward, his thumb rubbing at your clit, until he's fully sheathed inside your cunt. Then he'll give you a good hard thrust, make you wake up with a gasp as he starts fucking you in earnest. You'll come before you even know it's happening.

[kbwrites]

Bestfriend Suguru! Who insists it’s totally normal how close the two of you are. All best friends cuddle, spend every day together, and call each other pet names… right?

Bestfriend Suguru! Who lets you do anything to his hair. Braiding it into intricate styles, as long as he gets to sit in between your two plush thighs he’s happy.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who’s mentioned on multiple occasions that it would be so much easier if you just dated each other instead. But he was always teasing you like that.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who knows you’ve had a terrible week at work so he orders take out and picks up some face masks to ease your tension. Watches your favorite movie for the 100th time with you, because he loves seeing his bestfriend happy.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who can’t get comfortable on the couch unless you’re lying on his chest so his hand can rest on your ass.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who absolutely HATES your boyfriend, he insists you’re too good for ‘filth like him’. Always seems to call you or pop up at your apartment, your boyfriend always wondered why Suguru had a spare key and he didn’t.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who gifts you a diamond bracelet you’d been eyeing for months at your birthday party. Makes the card out to his ‘favorite girl’. Smirking as he sees your boyfriend fume.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who you call crying when your boyfriend dumps you over text the day after.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who thanks his lucky stars that you dated such an idiot as he holds your sniffling form and strokes your hair.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who reassures you saying “baby, he’s not even worth the dirt on the shoes I bought you.” as you cry, lifting your chin to wipe away the tears on your cheek.

Bestfriend Suguru! Who doesn’t push you away when you capture his lips in a desperate kiss. Besides, how could he deny his favorite girl?

Bestfriend Suguru! Who lays you down on the bed, peppering kisses on your skin. Making you forget all about that jackass that dumped you.

Because what are friends for?

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P★rnstar!Simon who was ready to leave the industry until Johnny showed him a video of yours one night.

Maybe one more video wouldn’t hurt.

P★rnstar!Simon who’s on the phone the next morning telling his manager to get something booked. He doesn’t listen when Price rambles on about how you have completely different audiences so it might not work.

“All due respect, I don’t care. Either way if I’m in a video, people will click regardless and by the looks of it the same goes for them and their viewers.”

P★rnstar!Simon who insists the two of you get to know one another before filming because if you want an intimate shoot, he’ll give you exactly that. What better way than to become familiar with each other? You know, just to double check the chemistry will be convincing. And who are you to turn down a free lunch date with an attractive man?

“No no, don’t worry about the bill, it’s on me.”

P★rnstar!Simon who brings you your favourite tea on the day of filming and thoroughly listens to you over everyone else on how you want it to be carried out. His usual genre isn’t so tame but he finds himself looking forward to this scene with you more than anything he’s ever done in his career.

P★rnstar!Simon whose touch is so gentle and caring whilst filming. He takes his time, making sure everything he does is the way you want it. He keeps an eye on your every reaction, every sound he brings out of you. The scene is raw, natural and he forgets for a moment that the cameras are on the two of you. Has to stop himself from getting carried away, reminding himself that it’s all fake, even when it feels truly genuine.

“God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, love.”

P★rnstar!Simon who has tons of videos published, and not a single one of them has him kissing his scene partner. Yet he just can’t stop his lips from connecting with yours as he shoots his cum deep inside you, hands intertwined.

P★rnstar!Simon who checks on you as soon as the cameras are off, making sure that you’re alright and everything's good.

“Y’alright sweetheart? Can I get you anything?”

P★rnstar!Simon who manages to get your number but is too scared to contact you after that day in case he screws up and says something that comes across as weird. It takes a lot of convincing from Johnny before he finally calls you one night. 

P★rnstar!Simon who smiles to himself when you pick up. The two of you talking on the phone for hours about the most random things in the world until you both fall soundly asleep, phones still in hand.

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[dante-mightdie]

footballer!simon and his childhood sweetheart but make it lowselfesteem!reader who isn’t conventionally attractive bc I love her (angst)

it didn’t matter that you had known him when he was a little runt of a kid kicking a ball about on the streets of manchester, or that you had literally been inseparable since the day you met. people still found a way to be cruel to you. post after post, comment after comment about how brave you are for dating a man like him and what a great guy he is for not caring about your looks!

you pretended like it didn’t bother you, you knew this would happen when he began making a name for himself. you were just happy he was making something of himself, making an honest living instead of getting by on petty crimes

but he sees the way your shoulders slump and the smile drops from your face every time you see a camera flashing in your direction out of the corner of your eye. your hands hugging your jacket around your figure to keep it concealed, knowing it’ll end up on some social media platform with a flood of backhanded and some just pure mean comments

he despises seeing the once happy confident little girl he grew up with slowly turn into a woman who feels uncomfortable in her own skin. especially since he worships the ground you walk on. his social media page is literally just pictures of you. thanking you for helping him through his careers, pinning every win on you being his good luck charm :(

he’s been suspended a few times for swinging at “fans” behind the barriers for yelling awful things about you :(

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how i imagine a roomie situ with simon 😇

his head lolls, nose filling with water till he’s spluttering it back up. his chest contracts, knees buckling up till he’s a stumbling mess that melts into the cool shower wall.

“fuck… fuckkk,” simon pants, fingers curling rounding the pretty length of his throbbing cock. his head thuds, deadweight against the marble tiles, eyes closing in on themselves.

images of you flicker, rushing like wind against his fluttering lids till his back is pulling up off the wall, till the full of his balls are twitching in a desperate need to fuck you full of him.

hes bout losing consciousness, the only sound in his ears being the water splashing at the floor and the heavy “schlick” his hand emits. that is until the knob rattles, and your fist hits against the door.

it sends simon reeling off the wall, palm slapping flat against the opposing side as his hand works at his cock angrily.

“you almost done?” your voice shoots down his spine, stinging his nerve endings. his lips curl back over his teeth, jaw dropping as he forces a deep groan to succumb into a breathless gasp.

“a-almost!” he calls back, eyes crinkling into crows feet before they’re shooting wide and filling with the water that drips from his hair.

“you’ve been in there for like an hour, si,” the annoyance. the nickname. it all has his skin pricking up, has blood rushing south. “you’re not the only one looking to get off tonight.”

will get to all yall but idk i guess im just not in no socialziationing mood rn or ever idk what’s up