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— simon ghost riley

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— keegan p. russ

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[sleevebuscemii]

‘langdon helps take care of an injured mel’ sounds like the one line summary of a 32k fic that makes you go to sleep at 3am forever changed well what if i told you it is currently HAPPENING on my TV

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sweet encounter ✦ simon ghost riley

✦ content: nsfw, make out, dry humping, clit rubbing, hand jobs, cum play, touch starved, hand kink, bicep adoration, biker!simon, civilian au, no mentions of y/n, tension, a lot of bike content lol, rave.

✦ about: on halloween night, you and your best friend kill time at a local car and bike meet before heading to a rave later. he’s caught up in his car obsession, but for you — it’s all about the bikes.

your attention is drawn to a mysterious man in a skull balaclava, standing over his own bike—one of your favorites. somehow, you end up talking with him, and you…you invite him to a halloween rave with u!

and he - he’ll join you, with you— on his bike.

because he’s not letting a pretty little thing like you, go away.

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it was halloween tonight, meaning rave night. you and jason, your best friend, absolutely loved that, but what you also both liked? car meets, and tonight, they were both. the good thing is you both knew the later you arrived to the rave, the better. and what better way to kill time than admiring some cars?

well him— for you, it was all about the bikes. they were your absolute obsession for almost a year now. that’s why you always accompanied him to them, you knew there were going to be bikes in here for you to lay your heart full eyes on.

thing is, you admired them, been on them before, but have one? no. the money was the tough part. you dreamed of having one, but the savings don’t get to the goal that fast :(, so for now, admiring them was enough for you.

that’s why you where now perched up on the hood of a car, next to jason, close to the bikes, pretending to be hearing their conversations, but your eyes where focused on the bikes, loving the sounds when they revved the motor, that sound so loud, so commanding, you loved it. you were almost straining your neck for how hard you were looking at the bikes.

your eyes started to wander over the other row of bikes, when suddenly you saw a man, with a mask, a skull mask to be more precise, his huge biceps on the gas tank of the bike, talking to one of his friends, you supposed. he was wearing a black shirt, a simple black t-shirt, making you wonder how the fuck was he not freezing off?

it was just october but the weather has been dropping low very very fast, you loved the cold though, so not that you were complaining, but you were very sensitive to it, hence why you were dressed a bit more covered than him. you were wearing a black knitted short dress with long sleeves that accentuated your waist very nice because it was very tight, over your black warm leggings/tights with fluffy boots.

the dress was not that revealing but you could admit you loved the shape it gave you, it stopped right over the middle of your ass, giving a small glimpse of it, enough to be sexy though. and you made it yourself, especially for when it was cold, because you knew it would keep you warm. you were also wearing a small black scarf because the wind was very chilly and you hated when your face started getting red because of the air.

even though you were wearing all this, you were slightly shivering, yet the mysterious skull mask guy was as if it was summer! you weren’t complaining though, you could see his huge biceps over the tshirt, making you almost drool. they were huge and defined, flexing with the slightest of movement, creating deep lines of muscle.

but then, you realized again where his biceps were over, with his arms crossed over the gas tank of the bike, it was big, the gas tank, snapping you out of your drooling stare of this hot ass man, even though you have not seen his face. you started looking all over his bike, admiring every single detail. it was black, completely black with a matte finish, making it appear almost velvety. the dark chrome accents on the wheels and the bike's fairings were smooth and sculpted, with sharp lines that created a very aggressive dark aesthetic.

the front of the bike had a tall, tinted windscreen, giving it a menacing and intimidating look, just like his owner. it was after all your admiring, you realized…

it was one of your dream bikes. a yamaha r1. making your breath halt for a second. you couldn’t contain the excitement you started feeling, it was the first time you ever saw one in real life! it was so gorgeous, so menacing, so intimidating, you loved it. you were so deep into your adoration, you didn’t realize a certain someone was staring at you as well.

simon was talking to his friends, johnny and keegan. they were bikers like him, making his night rides more enjoying, they were a bit more loose than him though, more social, but he didn’t mind, he liked the feeling of being there.

so when johnny told him there would be a bike meet today on halloween night, and that they would definitely go, he knew he had no saying in it. besides, it was his chance to use his skull balaclava he always used under his helmet in public, with no weird stares on him. it was halloween night after all.

“c’mon lass, pretty girls are probably going to be dressed up tonight there, and you know, the bikes are like a moth to a flame to them” johnny said laughing. “you mean us, johnny” simon was no naive, he knew some women liked the bikers, not the bike itself. not that it bothered him, but he just never reacted to the attention. johnny on the other side, he was more than happy for that, and keegan, well, he was a natural flirt.

that’s why when he felt a certain heated gaze on him, he actually turned his face to find it. why? he didn’t know, his body reacted on his own, and it found you. a mesmerizing sight that captivated him instantly. your features were soft and enchanting, framed by the dim light of the meet, casually sitting your cute ass on top of the hood of a very expensive car. you were lost in thought, eyes roaming over his bike with an intensity that hinted your passion for it.

as you chewed your lower lip in concentration, he felt a heat rising within him, why was he fixated on your lips, so inviting and alluring? it was as if you were completely unaware of his presence, caught up in the beauty of the machine before you, stirring something primal inside him.

and he. couldn’t. look. away.

you kept admiring every single detail of the bike, your heart racing with euphoria at the sight of your dream bike—so close, yet just out of reach. each line, every curve of the bike drew you in deeper, as if nothing else mattered. you took a deep breath, feeling the thrill of the moment, and then, almost instinctively, your gaze shifted upward.

you saw him again —the mysterious man in the skull mask, and you froze. his eyes were already on you, locked in with a focus that sent a wave of heat through your body. there was something about the way he was looking at you—intense, unwavering, as if he was seeing right through you.

his gaze was dark, drawing you in without a word. it wasn’t the car he was admiring—it was you. the depth in his eyes made the air between you crackle with tension, and for a moment, it was as if the world had melted away, leaving only the two of you. you maintained the stare as well, feeling an unexpected thrill building inside you. there was something intoxicating about the silent exchange, and without thinking, you gave him a small, teasing smile—just a subtle curve of your lips.

but the intensity of his gaze was too much for your already racing heart, the heat of it almost overwhelming. after a few seconds of seeing he didn’t react, just stared at your lips, you turned your head away, trying to steady yourself, his eyes still burning into you long after you looked away.

it had been way too long since you'd had any real contact with the opposite gender, making every small interaction feel like something more to your hopeful heart. that’s why you turned back to your friends, taking deep breaths to calm the sudden rush of nerves.

who was this mysterious, sexy-as-hell man, and why did just one look from him have you feeling so undone?

simon kept staring at you, his gaze lingering long after you turned away. and you—you could feel it. his stare burned into your back, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin. your heart raced faster, and suddenly, it felt impossibly hot, like the air around you had thickened. since when did it get so hot in here?

“you okay there?” jason asked suddenly, startling you. your mind had drifted to a whole different place after locking eyes with the mysterious man. huh? “what?” you replied, breathless as you turned your head towards him.

“are you okay? your face went red all of a sudden” he teased, laughing under his breath. did he see you?

jason knew all about your obsession with bikes. hell, he was the one who helped fuel it, always taking you to these meets just so you could get close to the machines you loved. sometimes, he even went out of his way to talk to bikers, setting up moments for you to check out their bikes—or better yet, go on them. for that, you were always thankful.

although, he knew you too well. he knew how touch-starved you were, how long you’ve been without loving affection. he’d even spent hours hugging you, just to fill the void you never talked about, all in a friendly way of course, but that didn’t make him any less annoying when someone caught your attention.

“yeah, i’m okay” you said, frowning at jason. he just laughed again, ruffling your hair. what is he on about? was your face really red? you thought the scarf would help with the cold (although you knew it was because of the skull-masked man, and how just a glance from him had made you feel hot and bothered)

your mind drifted back to him again. you decided not to look back—god knew how crazy obsessed you could get with a small crush, and the last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of jason and his friends. one of jason’s buddies sat down next to you and started talking.

“pretty cool, right?” he said. you turned to him, confused as to what he meant. he caught the look in your eyes and chuckled softly. “this, my car” he added, gesturing to where you were sitting. oh. you decided to be playful. “yeah, pretty comfortable” you said with a teasing smile.

he laughed—maybe a bit too much—and shook his head. “ever been on a Lambo?” he asked. you hadn’t, but the truth was, you didn’t really care. cars didn’t do much for you, not like they did for jason. “no, i prefer bikes” you said with a small laugh. his eyebrows shot up. “oh, a biker girl!” he grinned.

that made you exhale a soft breath. “not exactly” you replied, breaking eye contact and glancing around the lot. he nodded, but then from the corner of your eye, you noticed him scoot a little closer, arms crossed. they were almost as big as the skull-masked man’s, but they didn’t compare. not even close.

“hm, a girl like you—pretty and all—must have a boyfriend, right?” he asked, his tone casual but his intent obvious. the subtle question caught you off guard, making you uncomfortable. you didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered a little too long, like he was trying to poke your interest.

you shifted in your seat, not liking where the conversation was headed. “no, i’m not really looking for one” you replied quickly, offering a polite but forced smile. it wasn’t that jason’s friends were bad guys, but you had no interest in getting tangled up in one of his friendships. besides , your thoughts were elsewhere—back with the man in the skull mask, who was still on your mind far more than he should’ve been.

he didn’t give up easily, though. the guy leaned in closer, his arm brushing yours, and you instinctively moved to the left, putting more space between you. but it wasn’t just you feeling the shift—simon noticed, oh, he noticed. his gaze hadn’t left you, and he could see the subtle way you edged away, your discomfort clear as the guy inched closer.

simon’s eyes darkened. was he jealous? maybe. he didn’t stop to think about it. his arms uncrossed, and he reached down to the revving area of his bike, his fingers gripping the throttle. without hesitation, he revved the engine—loud, fierce, and sudden. the roar of the bike was deafening, cutting through the chatter and making everyone around nearly jump out of their skin.

the guy next to you flinched, startled by the noise, and quickly pulled back. you couldn’t help but glance at the mysterious skull masked man again, whose eyes were locked now onto you, the rumble of his bike still echoing in the air. you felt your heart race again, but this time, it wasn’t just because of the noise.

he had removed his mask, revealing his god-like face to the world just like that, and damn if it didn’t make your cheeks burn all over again. he was ridiculously handsome—his sharp features, soft blonde hair falling over his eyebrows, and a face that was both dangerously menacing and painfully perfect. gorgeous wasn’t enough of a word for him.

your eyes drifted down to where his hand rested—right over the throttle of his bike. you caught the intense way his gaze flicked toward the guy sitting next to you, did he see all of that? did he purposely rev his bike in that moment? was this some kind of divine timing?

your heart raced, wondering if he had just stepped in to claim his space without a word, and somehow, that only made your pulse quicken more. you were probably being delusional, thinking he revved the engine for you. but then your brain proved you right when his gaze shifted back to you. he noticed you taking in his face, your eyes lingering on every sharp line and feature. and then he smirked—a small, teasing curve of his lips that sent your heart into a frenzy.

when your eyes met his again, he nodded at you. it was subtle but unmistakable. your breath hitched. was he really nodding at you? was this happening? you didn’t respond, too caught up in the shock of the moment. he let go of the throttle, resuming his relaxed stance over the gas tank, but then—casually, confidently—he motioned for you to come over.

it was so effortless, so damn sexy, like he knew exactly the effect he had on you. your face felt like it was on fire, and your heart? it was ready to stop altogether. you froze, completely unsure of what to do. to prove to yourself that he was actually acknowledging you, you raised your finger toward yourself, shaking lightly. you couldn’t help it, this was the most attention you’d had from someone you were possibly attracted to in a long time!

your eyes stayed locked on him when you raised your finger, and he just he nodded again, just as effortlessly as before. you could feel your heart pounding so hard it hurt, a rush of heat rising to your cheeks. what the hell was happening?

as you turned to your best friend, you caught his gaze—his lips curling into a small, teasing smile. “uh, I’ll be right back?” you mumbled, frowning at him, but jason just laughed again, smirking. “yeah! take your time” rolling your eyes, you stood up from the car, walking past him, playfully hitting his arm. “idiot” you muttered, hearing his laughter trail off behind you.

you made your way around the car, and as soon as you did, you locked eyes with the skull man once more. his gaze was still fixed on you, as intense as ever. was he trying to kill you from a heart attack? he knew exactly what he was doing, shamelessly drinking in the sight of you, fully aware of how nervous it was making you.

though he might've thought he was being sleek and mysterious, he wasn’t as subtle as he believed. his friend, keegan, leaned in with a smirk, noticing his behavior “finally something caught your eye, huh?” keegan teased, amusement in his voice. simon, as expected, ignored him, eyes still locked on you.

you walked towards him, your hips swaying with each step. the black knitted dress hugged your waist perfectly, the tight fit emphasizing every curve. the long sleeves and short hemline contrasted beautifully against the black leggings you wore underneath, each step you took seemed to draw simon, your fluffy boots that made your legs look even sexier, making his gaze trailing over you create a heat that made your skin tingle.

you tried to walk faster, but his stare was so intense it felt like it was making your knees weak, and the last thing you needed was to stumble right in front of him. as you got closer, he stood up too, and for the first time, you realized just how tall he was, towering over me for sure you thought. he casually placed his hands on the seat of his bike, waiting for you to reach him. once you were face-to-face, the bike in between you both, the heat between you felt undeniable, and your mind scrambled for something to say. so, you went with the first thing that came to mind, your voice soft and shy, “hi”

the mysterious man grunted softly, his eyes lingering on you just long enough to make your blush deepen before shifting his gaze to the guy who was talking to you before "was he bothering you?" his deep, musky voice hit you like a wave, momentarily distracting you from the situation. but then, a slow, playful smile crept onto your face.

"oh" you said now with a soft smirk on your face "so you did that on purpose" your tone teasing as you shifted your weight, crossing your leg slightly in front of the other. yes, he had definitely done it on purpose, and he wasn't about to deny it.

"had to keep an eye on who was practically eye-fucking my bike" he replied, his deep voice sending warmth coursing through you. damn, that voice was just as hot as the man himself.

seeing that you weren't going to immediately answer, simon tilted his head toward his bike and asked "you like it?" you wanted to scream "i love it!!!” but instead, you played it cool. "it’s nice, very nice, mhm" you nodded, downplaying the fact that it was your number-one dream bike.

but he saw right through you, he could see the glint in your eyes, how bright they were shining while seeing his bike in front of you, it was like a treasure was in front of you, making him feel something in his chest. “yamaha R1” your whispered softly to yourself, pulling him out of his trance. the sound of it caught him off guard, so soft and pretty, and for a moment, it distracted him, were you a biker? his curiosity got the better of him “you have one?”

“what?” you asked, slightly dazed, still captivated by the sight of the bike. “if you have a bike” his deep, soothing voice repeated. “oh! no” you said shaking your head maintaining eye contact. the intensity of his gaze made your heart race, but you kept your cool.

“ever been on one?” he asked.

you nodded, though you’d never been on your dream bike. or actually ride a bike. but he could tell—there was something in your eyes that told him you hadn’t experienced the thrill of a yamaha R1 yet.

“ever been on this one?” his voice was tentative, slow, as if he was carefully gauging your reaction. was he inviting you to go on his bike? “no” you breathed, feeling the weight of the moment.

then you saw him stand up to his full height again, towering over you, looking around briefly before walking to another bike. you watched him pick up a helmet, and your heart nearly stopped oh god you thought internally, as you saw him coming back toward you with it in hand.

he walked back to you, helmet in hand, his eyes still locked on yours. he held it closer to him, the weight of the moment thick between you both.

“wanna take a ride?” his deep, raspy voice was laced with something more—making your pulse quicken. your breath hitched in your throat, and you could feel the tension building. the cool night air suddenly felt warmer as you took in his towering presence, the helmet in his hand, the way his eyes seemed to undress every layer of your hesitation.

just as you were about to nod, feeling your heart race in anticipation, a pair of hands suddenly landed on your shoulders, interrupting the moment. you turned around, eyes wide, and saw jason smiling at him, the masked guy who had captivated your attention. “sorry to interrupt your moment, but we have to get going” jason said, his gaze shifting back to you.

you could feel the moment slipping away. his eyes were still locked on you, his expression unreadable, but that intense gaze was setting your pulse racing again. you could practically feel the heat radiating off him, and something inside of you refused to let this end so abruptly.

you heart pounded, forcing yourself to act, you took a deep breath, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out:

“do you want to go to a rave?”

simon blinked, clearly not expecting that. “a rave?” you bit your lip, eyes flicking between his and the bike as the tension built between you. his gaze felt like a challenge, but you weren’t going to back down. “yeah” you shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “we were killing time here before it starts, it’s halloween themed”

jason chimed in, cutting through the tension, “you could bring your homies too” he said, grinning at simon. it was then you noticed two other guys standing nearby, their gazes locked onto simon with knowing smiles. you glanced at them quickly, feeling the heat of the moment, and turned back to him, your heart racing faster than ever. “yes!” you added, nodding enthusiastically to him, trying to keep your cool but also desperate for him to agree.

his friends exchanged glances, smirking like they knew something you didn’t. him, however, remained silent for a few moments longer, his eyes still fixed on you. you swore you saw the tiniest smirk twitch at the corner of his lips.

finally, he straightened up, giving a slow, deliberate nod. “alright” he said, his voice low and smooth, like he was deciding on more than just a party. “let’s go” you couldn't contain the smile that stretched across your face when his next words came out in that deep, sexy tone, “on my bike.”

you heart practically exploded in your chest as you crossed your arms over yourself, trying to keep it together but feeling giddy inside. “we’ll follow you” you said, turning back to jason, who was watching the whole interaction with an amused look on his face.

jason grinned, raising an eyebrow. "alright, alright," he said, giving you a playful nudge "it’s your lucky day" he whispered to you, and you playfully smacked jason in the arm as he walked toward what you assumed were his friends. but just as you were about to turn away, a sudden realization hit you—you didn’t know his name.

you quickly turned back to him, only to find his eyes already on you, watching, waiting. your heart skipped again. “what’s your name?” his lips twitched slightly into that teasing smirk you were beginning to recognize. “simon” he replied, his voice deep, low.

your repeated his name softly, almost testing how it felt on your tongue, making something stir deep inside him. what the hell was this feeling? he glanced over his shoulder at johnny and keegan, who were now laughing loudly with jason, clearly up to something ridiculous.

“do you think they’d like to come to the rave?” you asked, your smile warm. he chuckled this time, his arm leaning lazily on the gas tank of his bike “i’d tell you they weren’t them if they said no right now.” his voice was smooth, teasing, and just a little wicked.

"hmmm" you responded softly, laughing under your breath. simon noticed how your eyes drifted towards the helmet sitting on the seat, a flicker of curiosity in your gaze. "you’ll be using mine" simon said, not breaking eye contact with your for even a second. a playful smile crept onto your face.

"johnny usually takes people on rides around here when he comes, so he usually brings and extra helmet with him, i don't usually do that..." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. you couldn’t help but smile, the thought that this moment was something rare for him. “so you’re saying i get to wear the 'special' helmet?” you teased, your heart fluttering at the thought.

you caught a glimpse of the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "mhm" he replied, the tension between you thickening 1000x higher.

“ok!” you replied, smiling as a gust of wind swept by, causing you to shiver and instinctively cross your arms. simon grabbed his gloves and mask, and your gaze fixated on the bone design on his gloves. “what’s your costume?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“a ghost” he replied, his deep voice sending a thrill through you. “nice” you said, nodding, “what’s your’s?” he asked “you’ll see when we get there” you said smiling, but your attention was drawn away from him as you watched him put on his gloves. the way his fingers slid into the fabric was mesmerizing; the veins on his hands were pronounced, running along his forearms…

as he tightened the straps around his wrists, the muscles in his forearms flexed slightly, drawing your attention to how sexy he looked. you could almost imagine those hands gripping the handlebars of the bike, controlling the machine with an ease that sent shivers down your spine.

you were pulled from your daydream by your best friend’s voice. “i’ll see you on the curb, so you can follow me,” he called, throwing a wink over his shoulder as he walked away.

you blinked, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of simon as you turned your attention back to him. he was putting on his mask, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him preparing to ride. the way his jawline was defined beneath the mask only heightened your attraction, making you wonder just how intense he would look when he revved up that powerful bike.

you glanced at the bike, then back at simon, you blinked, shaking off your wandering thoughts as he finished adjusting his mask. his gaze locked onto yours, sending a wave of heat through your body. he didn’t say much—he didn’t need to.

“so, you ready to ride?” his deep voice cut through the cool night air, the words dripping with a casual confidence that made your heart skip a beat, feeling the weight of his stare. “yeah” you managed to say, your voice a little shakier than you intended. “think you can handle me?”

he tilted his head slightly, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips beneath the mask, he then laughed softly and said “c’mon” he murmured, his voice low and smooth signaling you with his head to go near him, making your heart flutter.

you were about to ride your dream bike with a hot ass hell man.

truth is, you’ve been on bikes, yet never actually ride one, so you were scared that perhaps you could crush his ribs while hanging on to him. simon glanced up at you and gave a subtle nod, his eyes never leaving yours. he reached for his helmet resting on the bike and held it in his large hands, the gesture simple but somehow sexy. you felt your stomach flutter as he motioned for you to come closer, offering to help you put it on.

you stepped forward, heart pounding as the space between you closed. his hands were steady, but you could sense the tension in the air as he lifted the helmet. his eyes flicked up to yours again, holding your gaze, your doe eyes staring up at him, and in that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. the intensity of his stare, so focused, so penetrating, made your breath catch.

without a word, simon brought the helmet over your head, his fingers grazing your hair as he gently pulled it down. the warmth of his hands against your neck sent shivers through you. his touch lingered a second longer than necessary, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

you looked up through the space that was between the visor, meeting his eyes once more. his face was still masked, but the heat of his gaze was undeniable. his fingers lingered near your chin as he fastened the strap, and for a second, you wondered if he could feel the way your pulse raced beneath his touch.

"comfortable?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, barely able to speak, your mind spinning from the proximity and the tension that hung between you. simon gave a satisfied grunt, his fingers brushing your cheek before pulling away. he then proceeded to grab a black hoodie that was draped over his seat and put it on. the air felt heavy, electric, as he stood back and mounted the bike, waiting for you to join him.

as you reached out to take his hand, your other hand found its way to his broad shoulder, fingertips brushing the back of his neck in the subtlest caress. that sent a shiver through him, and it made you smile inwardly, knowing that you had affected him in some way.

you swung your leg over the bike, still holding his hand, your fingers continued to trace along the line of his neck, trying to grab onto his shoulder. once you were seated, you released his hand and instinctively placed your other hand on his right shoulder, feeling the solid muscle beneath your palm. the warmth of his body was intoxicating, and your touch lingered just a bit too long, feeling the curve of his shoulder.

simon suddenly grabbed both of your hands with surprising swiftness. his large hands were firm but gentle as he pulled your arms around his waist, securing you tightly against him. the move was so unexpected that your breath hitched, and your heart raced as you realized just how close you were now.

you could feel his abs through the fabric of his hoodie, firm and defined beneath your fingertips as they rested against his toned stomach. the contact sent a warm, electric sensation through your body. the intensity of being this close to him, feeling every muscle ripple beneath your hands, was overwhelming.

"it’s safer like this” he said, his voice deeper-so much deeper-or was it just you? the timbre of it sent a shiver down your spine, and you could swear you heard the subtle strain in his voice.

it been a long time since anyone had touched him like this, and the sensation of your arms wrapped around his waist, your fingers brushing against his abs, was driving him wild inside. his mind raced, the heat between you two intensifying the longer your hands stayed on him, the feeling of your breath on his back, the softness of your touch-it all made him feel as temperature had suddenly skyrocketed.

with a slight pause, simon untangled one of his hands from yours and grabbed johnny’s helmet from the bike. he slid it over his head, the completely black helmet fitting perfectly. although it was identical to his, minus a few stickers, there was something about the way he wore it that made your pulse quicken.

as he adjusted it in place, you couldn't help but think how damn good he looked in it. simon lowered his visor, the tinted glass sliding down with a soft click. the darkened shield made him look even more mysterious and, somehow, more attractive. his gaze through the visor felt even more intense, and your heart raced, caught up in this moment.

he glanced back at you briefly, his deep voice cutting through the soft rumble of the bike “better lower yours too, unless you want the wind to freeze your eyelashes off.” a playful smile tugged at your lips, and with a quick nod, you reached up and lowered your visor, feeling the protective shield settle into place.

simon then turned his attention back to the bike, and with one swift motion, he hit the ignition. the engine roared to life beneath you, sending vibrations through the seat and up your legs, making your pulse quicken. then he revved the engine, and the sound was absolutely intoxicating. the growl of the yamaha was almost primal, echoing through the chilly night air and sending a thrill straight to your core.

it was music to your ears, and the power you could feel humming beneath you only added to the excitement. simon gave the throttle another squeeze, and the bike purred in response. simon reached back, his gloved hand covering yours gently, a solid and reassuring touch. he turned his head just slightly, his voice coming through the helmet, muffled but clear “hold tight” he said, letting you know he was about to take off.

you nodded, giving his waist a gentle squeeze in response, your fingers curling a bit more around him. simon felt the subtle increase in pressure, and unexpectedly, a flutter ran through him—a sensation he hadn’t felt in ages. he swallowed, trying to brush off the feeling, but the warmth of your hands on him was impossible to ignore.

your heart was racing in anticipation, and you couldn’t help but press closer, feeling the toned muscle of his abdomen beneath your hands. and with that, he gave a final rev of the engine, the sound rumbling around you both like a heartbeat, before smoothly taking off to the highway.

a minute later you saw johnny and keegan beside you both. once in a while johnny would veer just slightly to the side, pulling off a daring wheelie before smoothly dropping back down. you couldn’t help but laugh at the show of it, the rush in your chest from excitement, the thrill of being part of this group.

simon must have heard you because he briefly reached a hand back, giving your hands a quick squeeze over his waist. that had you feeling butterflies, sending a warmth through you that even the cool night air couldn’t shake. his hand felt strong and solid.

a few minutes later, he turned his head slightly, and over the hum of the bike and the wind, you could just make out his voice. “you alright back there?” he asked, his tone deeper and smooth, carrying a hint of a grin. you nodded eagerly, tightening your grip around his waist, and you heard a low chuckle in response. “you want to go a little faster?” he asked, and you could hear the excitement in his voice, like he wanted to share that extra thrill with you. you nodded again excitedly.

he revved the engine, the sound a low, powerful growl, and with a twist of the throttle, you shot forward, the speed building as the world blurred around you. the lights on the road became a streak, and the wind was relentless against you, pushing with each mile.

but you loved it—loved the exhilarating, almost overwhelming sensation of it all, as though every sense was heightened. the rush filled your body, and you pressed even closer to simon, feeling the heat radiate from him and the solid line of his back beneath your hands.

simon kept one hand on the throttle but every so often he’d shift just slightly, his hand finding yours, his fingers brushing softly over your gloves as he gave you another gentle squeeze. you knew he was keeping an eye on you even when you couldn’t see his face.

the bike leaned and curved as simon navigated with precision, each tilt bringing you even closer. when he turned his head slightly to ask “how’re you holding up?” you didn’t trust your voice to answer, so you only nodded, cheeks flushed beneath the helmet. he chuckled again, that low sound vibrating through him.

every second on that bike was filled with excitement and tension, your hands gripping his waist as he maneuvered through the night. the rumble of the engine pulsed under you, making you feel every vibration as the world blurred around you in streaks of light and shadow.

you were pressed close to him, feeling the strength in his back, the warmth of him right there, steady and in control. every shift of his weight, every curve he leaned into, had you tightening your hold, getting lost in the ride and in him.

so lost in the moment, you didn’t even realize you’d arrived until he began to slow down. you blinked, taking in the familiar surroundings, wondering how he’d even spotted jason. he glanced back, his voice amused, “looks like the party has started”

he could tell immediately—the ground seemed to hum beneath them with the heavy bass thumping from below. the rave was hidden underground, somewhere beneath this abandoned lot, it was dark and slightly eerie, with shadows cast by only a few scattered lights, but there was an allure to it all, an edge.

the muffled beat of hard techno echoed up from underfoot, sending vibrations through the air, powerful and alive. as you looked around, you felt that pulse within you. with a lingering squeeze, you slowly let your fingers slip from his waist, moving them up to rest on his shoulders as you carefully swung one leg over the bike. once on solid ground, you turned back to face him, lifting the visor with a small gesture, silently asking for his help to remove the helmet. simon’s hands came up, fingers brushing lightly along your neck as he gently lifted the helmet off.

“thank you” you said, still catching your breath. extending your hand to him, you added with a playful look, “ready for the party?” “i’m still waiting to see your costume” he teased.

you reached into your bag and pulled out a mask—it has a cute pink nose, two black crosses over the eyes, and two pink heart shapes near the top, the smile is wide and creepy, it looks like a creepy clown mask, eerie enough to match the underground vibe of the rave.

his eyebrows lifted in surprise as you held it up with a mischievous smile. you slipped the mask over your face, grinning under the cover. “think i make a good match for a ghost?” you asked playfully. simon smirked, tilting his head slightly as he looked you over. “a cute clown, huh?” he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “just wait till i get that mask off you.”

you felt a thrill at his words, a teasing smile spreading across your lips. “oh, is that so?” you replied, leaning in just a bit closer, “you’ll have to catch me first before you can get my mask off.” you turned on your heel, the sound of the party’s pulsing bass echoing behind you, leaving him with the challenge of following you into the rave. you thought you were quick, but before you knew it, simon was right beside you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against him.

the heat radiating from his body sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but lean into him, feeling exhilarated by his touch. what he didn’t see was the mischievous grin spreading across your face as you quickly grabbed the fake knife from your backpack. in a swift motion, you turned around, bashing it playfully against his neck. “careful ghost” you exclaimed, your heart racing with excitement.

he raised an eyebrow underneath his balaclava, “is that how you treat a ghost, huh?” he challenged, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, you could tell he was enjoying this little game as much as you were. you kept the knife pressed lightly against his neck, “just making sure you know who’s in charge” you teased, your voice low and playful as you stepped back, releasing him from your grip.

simon chuckled, clearly entertained, his eyes sparkling with challenge. “yes ma’am” he replied, stepping closer again, his intense gaze never leaving yours. with a mischievous grin, you turned on your heel, leading him toward the entrance of the underground rave. the heavy bass vibrated through the ground, you bounded down the stairs, your heart racing with anticipation, glancing back to make sure simon was following. he fell into step beside you, the energy between you palpable as you joined your best friend, jason, at the bottom of the stairs.

the rave unfolded before you. the strobe lights danced wildly against the dark walls, the sound of hard techno filled the air, thumping in time with your heartbeat. colorful lights flickered against the walls, people wore everything from elaborate fairy wings to ghoulish faces, and your eyes danced over the vibrant outfits, taking in the energy of the night. you caught glimpses of masks—some sparkly, some terrifying—and a few partygoers twirled glow sticks. the atmosphere was charged with excitement, and you felt a surge of adrenaline.

turning back, you spotted simon’s friends, johnny and keegan, near the front of the dance floor, clearly ready to dive into the party. they animatedly discussed something, laughter erupting between them as they adjusted their own masks. you felt simon’s presence behind you, he kept a hand on yours, guiding him through the crowd. you pulled him along, your fingers interlaced with his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. as you reached johnny and keegan, the energy around you intensified. the music shifted into a heavier beat, and without thinking, you started to sway your hips, feeling the rhythm pulse through your body. simon’s hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer. you glanced back at him, and the heat in his eyes made your heart race.

“dance with me?” you teased, feeling daring as you leaned into him, your back brushing against his front. he smirked, leaning down slightly so his lips brushed against your ear, his voice low and inviting. you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, the crowded room faded away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of connection. you turned to face him, the lights flashing, casting shadows over his balaclava.

as you danced, you leaned into him more, feeling the hard planes of his body pressed against you, every twist and turn bringing you closer. the atmosphere thickened with anticipation, and you felt an overwhelming urge to close the distance. you leaned in, letting your breasts brush against him, sending sparks of electricity crackling through the air. simon pulled you even closer when he felt your soft breasts on his chest, he wanted to lick them, kiss them, bite your nipples, he was feeling as nasty as you.

the music pulsed around you, and as you swayed closer to simon, you felt him pull you even nearer. you could feel his hardness poke your thighs, making you unconsciously rub your thigh over his cock. his fingers dug gently into the fabric of your dress, sending a thrill through you. "is it getting a hot in here?" simon murmured, his voice low and teasing, laced with a playful laugh.

his breath brushed against your cheek, igniting butterflies in your stomach. you let out a breathy laugh, leaning in slightly as you responded "maybe it's just you, i’m perfectly cool." he smirked, that trademark smirk that made your heart skip. "oh really? because it feels like there's a lot of heat radiating from you." his fingers danced along your side, the touch electric. you shivered at the sensation, your body instinctively leaning closer, almost touching. "what can i say? the music has me feeling a certain way."

as the beat dropped, simon stepped even closer, his body aligning perfectly with yours. his hands roamed your back, pulling you in so that there was no space in between you both, and the space between your lips narrowed, the masks pressing against each other in an intimate embrace.

"simon..." you breathed, a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement coursing through you.

"just trust me" he murmured, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips. the temptation to close the distance was overwhelming, every instinct telling you to lean in and feel his kiss, even with the masks in the way. "are you always this forward?" you teased, trying to keep the playful banter alive, even as your heart raced. "only when i’m around someone who drives me crazy" he shot back, his eyes smoldering with intensity.

you smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "well, i’m about to drive you even crazier”

"why?" he asked, his voice low and filled with desire. "i need to go to the bathroom”

“seriously?” he chuckled, clearly amused by your sudden change in mood.

“yeah, but i can’t go alone in this crowd. it’s like a maze in here!” simon smirked, tilting his head slightly. “then i’ll go with you. can’t let a pretty thing like you navigate this place by yourself, can i?”

“mhm” you nodded, your heart fluttering at the thought of being so close to him even on the way to the bathroom. “let’s go then” he replied, his hand finding yours again, fingers intertwining as he led you through the crowd. when you reached the bathroom door, simon pushed it open, revealing a chaotic mix of people coming and going. without hesitation, he pulled you inside, guiding you toward a secluded stall.

the cramped space felt intimate, and you were acutely aware of his presence in front of you. he pressed you against the bathroom door, your bodies close enough that you could almost feel his heartbeat, the sound of the music faded slightly, replaced by the sound of your own racing heart. he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, but you couldn't wait anymore. "take it off” you said, almost begging, the urgency in your voice palpable. you needed him closer, to feel every inch of him.

without hesitation, he tugged at his mask, pulling it up to his nose, revealing his full lips and that handsome smile that made your heart race, and before you could think, you pushed your own mask up and off your head, letting it fall to the floor. in an instant, his lips were on yours, soft yet very demanding, igniting a fire deep within you. the kiss was hungry, filled with the tension that had been building between you all night. you could taste the sweetness of the moment, the thrill of being hidden away in this small space, lost in each other.

his lips moved against yours with a fervor that sent shivers down your spine. his mouth was warm and inviting, intensifying the moment. as you leaned into him, you felt his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer, making every inch of your bodies connect. there was a sweet urgency, deepening the kiss, letting your own hands wander up to his hair under his balaclava, fingers threading through his soft strands, his own mask joining yours on the floor.

with each gentle tug, he coaxed you to lose yourself in the moment, and you did. you could feel the stubble on his chin brush against your skin, adding a delicious friction that sent waves of desire course through you.

he slipped his tongue out, teasingly tracing your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth. the sensation sent a rush of warmth through your entire body. you instinctively responded, your tongue meeting his both tentative and eager. the intoxicating mix of sweet breath and the faint hint of his cologne enveloped you, making you crave more. you could feel him smile against your lips, the thrill of the moment making it all the more intoxicating. your hands slid down to his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath your fingertips. you pulled him even closer, deepening the connection between you, feeling his heartbeat quicken in sync with yours.

as the kiss deepened, simon slid his thigh between your legs, pressing it gently against you. the sensation sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your body, igniting every nerve. you gasped softly against his mouth, the unexpected move heightening the moment. you instinctively rolled your hips forward, craving more of that delicious friction. the way he pressed closer, his thigh snug against you, felt intoxicating, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and you were entirely at his mercy.

you needed him closer, pressing hard against him, rubbing your pussy like a dog over his clothed thigh, this was no longer just a kiss-it was a primal need, the desire to connect with him burning within you. "fuck!" you clung to him tighter, fingers gripping his shoulders as you humped his leg, moaning over his lips “that’s a good girl” that alone made you moan so loud you knew people could make an idea of what was happening inside.

he took the hint and started to trace his hand over your left thigh, edging ever so closely to your most private area. you took the chance and opened your legs even wider for him, and immediately grabbed his hand, guiding it over your leggings, the only thing instructing were your leggings. “eager?” simon’s husky voice whispered over your ear. you could only nod.

it wasn't enough to be this close to him, you craved more; you craved him. without warning, simon dipped his hand inside your leggings, feeling your wetness coat his fingers as you moved to meet his movements.

"holy shit" simon breathed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine, causing goosebumps to appear all over your arms. “couldn’t let a pretty thing like you go away” he practically moaned on your ear. with steady movements, simon began to massage your clit. his other hand remained on the edge of your hips, allowing him control over your positioning. as his grip tightened, so too did his attention shift. suddenly, you were no longer playing a game. "oh my god..." you bit your lip as he began to circle your clit with lightning speed.

“it’s only normal for me” he pinched your clit “to return the favor to who was eye-fucking my bike” he rubbed even faster now your pussy. you nodded, moaning at the same time “did you like riding my bike?” simon said to you, getting off on the idea of you and his bike, you tried to respond but you couldn't due to the amount of moaning. “shhh” simon put his hand over your lips “i know you loved it, pretty girl” he was now lowering your leggings to your thighs

“but that’s for me to know only baby” your moans were so pretty for random people hearing them so freely, he wanted to be the only one hearing them. your bare pussy was now for his eyes to admire “let me make you feel good yes?

his right hand reached your breast, you weren’t wearing a bra, just a top to cover your chest, so the moment his hand met your nipple, you almost orgasmed on the spot. it had been so long since someone touched you like this :(

soon he was rubbing it back and forth, your eyes closed as you succumbed to the sensation of his touch, you felt as though your entire being were coming alive. at the same time you saw him lower his sweats to his thighs like you, even the boxers, so immediately you caught his cock springing free, and it was so erect it looked like it hurt. you started to rub his cock with such delicatessen, simon could feel his orgasm approaching. "it feels like forever since i’ve done anything like this" he said.

your heavy breaths gave away your state of excitement. he released your nipple and used both hands to continue massaging you “you’re not the only one” he moved his head closer, leaning forward to begin licking and nibbling at your neck, biting on your shoulders "give me your hand" he spoke, asking you permission to go even further.

you didn't hesitate in handing your right hand over to him; you released his cock slowly, your thumb rubbing his tip making him almost double over from the pleasure “fuck” simon moaned sweetly over your ears. you let out a soft moan as he grasped your wrist, placing it over your very aroused pussy, he gathered all your juices in your hand and raised to his lips.

he tasted your sweet nectar, moaning from the taste, he literally was kissing your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. he then proceeded to guide your hand over his cock again, you felt all the veins throbbing, its thickness feeling incredible in your palm. you coated all your juices over his cock.

his other hand returned to work on your clit, circling it again, holding you open, you felt his other hand open your pussy up to him, all spread out, and you were completely vulnerable to him.. you could feel his fingertips touching your opening, looking at him with your big doe eyes begging him for release. his fingers slide past your labia, filling the entire space, and he looks directly into your eyes as he pinched your clit with his other hand.

the need to satisfy your desires overwhelms your mind, clouding everything else. you whisper quietly into his ear "please", as if answering your plea, he released your clit, his other hand keeping your pussy opened up for him. he proceeded to take your hand grabbing his cock, softly lowering it to his fingers on your pussy “keep yourself open f’me, yes?” he said huskily to you, and like a good girl, you did just that.

you saw him grab his cock, looking so big and erect, and brought it closer to your pussy, and like heaven, the tip of his cock reached your clit. he slid the head of his cock, once, twice, keeping his hand on the base. the length of his cock made contact with your soaked folds, sliding along every inch of your slit. you couldn't contain the sounds escaping your mouth. it was too much, every time he slid it, he reached your opening, almost sliding inside you, but always stopping short of going in.

one deep thrust after another. each glide brings your ever-increasing need for him closer and closer. he moved his cock again to your clit, holding it over it “feels good?” he said while thrusting his hips to yours, making the head of his cock rub your clit deliciously.

you answered him by grinding onto his cock like there was no tomorrow, matching his rhythm perfectly, you leaned forward to press your lips against his. you wrapped your arms tightly around him, refusing to let go until you came with a sense of desperation that built up from nowhere, he responded, holding you close and kissing you back fiercely. you moaned into his mouth at the feel of his hard cock pressed between your legs, sliding effortlessly against your dripping wet pussy.

the overwhelming feelings broke loose. your breathing became ragged as your climax overtook you, your body shuddering violently from the intense waves of pleasure that coursed through you.

at the same time, you could feel his hand gripping your thigh tighter as his movements became more erratic. you knew what that meant. he pulled himself away from your body, his dick twitching wildly as he came all over your thighs. his face contorted in bliss as his orgasm swept through him, finally releasing the pent-up tension.

the two of you remained still for a moment, basking in the aftermath of what just happened. only when he regained some composure did he look down to notice the mess he'd created, his load spreading across your skin like sticky paint. "oops" he said sheepishly. despite the thoughtless action, you couldn't help but smile

you brought your fingers to your slit, feeling all his semen over you, and slowly gathered it on your fingers. you kept your eyes on simon as you brought them to your lips, and licked it, one by one. the act wasn't lost on simon, seeing your beautiful, slutty actions, drove him wild with desire. you smiled at him knowing exactly what you were doing.

once you finished cleaning his load on your fingers, simon immediately went for your mouth, his tongue all over yours, tasting himself on you, you moaned over the kiss and grabbed his shoulders, steadying yourself.

his hand ran through your hair, playing with the tangles, before wrapping itself around the back of your head. once he had control of your head, he tilted it slightly, revealing the tender skin of your neck. he whispered something hot in your ear, his voice barely audible over the music, "this isn’t over, yet"

you smiled sweetly at him and shaked your head breathless and warm, as his fingers brushed softly along your neck. with a playful tug, he pulled your leggings up, his touch gentle yet firm, sending a shiver down your spine.

looking into his eyes, you whispered, "good, because i don’t want this to be over." he smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. his hand caressed your waist softly, lingering there as if he never wanted to let go. you knew this was just the beginning,

after all, the best things often happen unexpectedly.

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✦ a.n: phew, i’m ovulating as you can tell….

anyways, quite late to the halloween party but i finally finished the fic 😋

did i write this fic, because i, in real life i have a hot as hell neighbor (whom i haven’t seen his face yet) that rides a bike and has stalked my house thrice because i smiled at him once and is probably joe goldberg 2.0, but everytime he passes my house he revs his bike so beautifully?

yes, yes i did, sue me 😩

may this fic manifest him for me 💖 (i’m delusional bye love you all, see you in a year LMAOO)

[userglitched]

"i'll remember the exact phrasing of the paragraph i just thought of for my fic when i get to my computer later, i don't need to write it down or put it in my notes app" this is the devil speaking

[urmomschocolatemilk]

I 🩷 bikers

Biker!Simon who’s tatted uppp. He’s rolling up his sleeves while he rides to let everyone get a look at his muscly arms laced with inked designs because yes, he does want to show off

Biker!Simon who's rolling up next to you at a red light, head turning while he thrums his fingers on the seat under him. He can feel your heated gaze through your window.

Biker!Simon who flips open his visor and lets his eyes find yours. He wants you to know that he sees you staring and he's staring right back at you

Biker!Simon who passes his phone to you with the new contact sheet open on his screen, ready for you to fill out

Biker!Simon who trashes on the TikTok bikers and calls them cornballs but doesn’t hesitate to send you photos of him in a compression shirt and helmet at any chance he gets

Biker!Simon who buys you a helmet before your first date, and takes you home. And no matter how much you beg him that night, he refuses to go above sixty on the highway because he why would he ever put his girl at risk like that?

[bluvp]

Identities unknown.

[mystsee]

MY LOVE ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

¡FLUFFTOBER!

✦ about: simon was back from his mission with one purpose on his mind, you :D

✦ content: soft!simon, fluff, slight nsfw themes, make outs, established relationship, little anxiety, cuddles

✦ a.n: somehow seeing that ghost cosplay irl today gave a sudden burst of inspiration, INEEDTHATMAN

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today was a very tiring work day, having to write a full written document of what was spoken in yesterday’s meeting was not tiring, but boring.

re listening the conversations at least 5x trying to understand what they where saying, sometimes the british folks in here tended to speak a bit fast, making it hard for you to understand whatever the heck they were discussing!

you could say, ever since simon left for that mission, you’ve been like a lost puppy around base. you’ve been used to just do everything with him next to you.

every time you sat down to work, there he was, by your side—sometimes even on his lap, your favorite place. his fingers would playfully trace patterns on your stomach, occasionally grabbing at the adorable rolls or gently pulling you closer, resting his face on your shoulder just watching whatever you were doing, sometimes even helping you when you were stressed or tired

it was like a sweet distraction, and his touch was nothing short of heavenly. his hands seemed to know the perfect spots, making every moment a delightful pause in your routine.

but now, you found yourself buried under the weight of the workload, yearning for the comforting touch that once turned mundane hours into blissful interludes.

the room echoed with the ticking of the clock, each passing second amplifying the anxiety that clung to your shoulders. the playful distractions had faded, replaced by a pressing realization that this night would be a lonely one.

you wanted to sleep, to escape the mounting pressure, but the looming uncertainty about simon’s return kept you on edge. the ache of not knowing when simon would be back or if he was okay gnawed at your nerves, pushing you to the brink of a nervous breakdown.

you craved his return more than ever. and simon was no different than you.

the separation, now stretching into a month, had carved an ache in his heart. each passing day fueled his anticipation, and the nights without you felt longer than ever. the need to have you back in his arms, to feel the warmth of your presence, became an insatiable craving.

now, on the plane back, he could almost taste the reunion. the hum of the engines seemed to sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat, both propelling him towards the destination that held the promise of your embrace.

his mind was a whirlwind of images – the way you'd smile when he surprised you, the laughter that echoed in shared spaces, and the softness of your presence as you slept in his arms.

as the plane carried him closer to you, his eagerness reached a crescendo. he was ready to step off that plane and into the warmth of your world, to wrap you in his arms and just keep you there forever.

and it almost seemed like that was about to become true. simon was out of the plane in an instant, the cold hitting his face but he didn’t care one bit, he just cared about finding you.

he just got rid of the big cold jacket and his vest, not wanting any barriers when he finally felt you again, went straight to your room. it was late already, close to midnight, you’d probably be sleeping he thought!

but it was quite the contrary, you were about to cry, it was the 10th time you heard this small 5 second fragment, and you couldn’t understand a shit, it was like he was speaking a whole other language, enough to make you frustrated.

you were on your desk, knees close your chest, head on top of your knees, and your index finger just clicking and clicking again everytime the audio stopped. it was making you mad.

two minutes later you just couldn’t anymore, your mind was overthinking about simon, simon and simon. gasping for breath, you needed fresh air, your feet carrying you to the backyards, a retreat from the suffocating walls. the chill in the air bit through, but the warmth of your fluffy sweatshirt provided a comforting shield.

meanwhile, Simon, nearing your hallway, was jarred by the abrupt slam of a door. curiosity knitted into his features as he wondered about the disturbance at such an hour. time seemed to pause when he turned the corner, catching sight of you. your world hanging on the precipice of a breakdown, weariness etched on your face as your gaze lingered on the ground.

unbeknownst to you, simon punctuated his steps more, you, lost in the swirl of your own emotions, remained oblivious until the familiar cadence of footsteps broke through your solitude. at the speed of light, your eyes flickered up, and there he was – your simon, making his way toward you.

"simon" you breathed out, a soft whisper escaping your lips. the astonishment painted across your face mirrored the surge of emotions within.

the uncertainty of when he would return made the sight of him standing before you, muscles defined beneath a black sweatshirt, feel like a dream. as you sprang running toward him, the anticipation built, and the tears you hadn't realized were brimming spilled over.

without a second thought, you dashed towards him, his arms already open wide for you. as your arms wound around he whispered “my love” in a voice so relieved that it melted away the distance and uncertainty.

as your faces drew near, his breath whispered against your hair, a whisper of promises and unwavering devotion.

“i missed you so so much lovie” said simon while hugging your head even closer to him. his voice sounded so soft it was even unreal to him.

his hands traced soothing circles on your back, a gesture so familiar and comforting. it was as if he was trying to convey all the love that words couldn’t capture.

but simon wanted more. he effortlessly lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. the world blurred as he spun you around, a gesture that felt like a dance in the moonlit night. his arms, a fortress of warmth, held you securely.

simon pressed you against him, his heart beating in tandem with yours. the fabric of your hoodie pressed against his sweatshirt, and the chill in the air was forgotten in the warmth of shared laughter.

as if memory muscle, your hands instinctively went to his balaclava, pulling it to the middle of his face, the familiarity of his lips, so soft and kissable, now revealed, made your heart swell.

without hesitation, you kissed him, pouring all the longing and joy of the past month into that single moment. it was a kiss filled with the weight of separation and the relief of reunion. his lips met yours in perfect harmony, and the world seemed to pause, allowing this shared ecstasy to unfold.

simon, in that moment, became not just a figure of your imagination during the lonely nights but a tangible reality, warm and alive.

in response to your passionate embrace, simon deepened the kiss, pulling you even closer as if trying to defy the very forces that separated you. his lips melded with yours, making all kind of noises of appreciation, of being back with you, making you even more needy to be near him.

he missed you as much as you missed him.

“i missed you so much simon” simon could hear the agitation from your voice. he knew you’d be having very heavy work this week, you had a very important meeting, a very important step in your career. yet simon couldn’t help but feel disappointed for not being there.

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there love” “don’t you worry about that simon” you said looking him straight to his eyes “all i care is that you’re here now” he saw you smile, the smile that made him all warm inside, the smile he absolutely loved seeing every morning.

“how about we take a shower big guy” simon just laughed, he came straight to see you he forgot he did just came in fact from the dessert, probably stinking.

the shower was filled with love, your hands expertly massaging tender spots on his back making simon groan from satisfaction. washing his hair, his face, his arms, all of him, every now and then just you clinging onto him to hug him for a few minutes. he was here again with you.

you two were basically one in that shower, not a small space in between you.

simon kept turning you over to help you “clean” yourself, but that just meant him just massaging your breasts, waist, bum, basically all the things he absolutely loved holding on to when you were distracted. and you laughing at him “you’re getting distracted again” “i’m sorry i just can’t deny them attention” you just rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny how much you loved the attention you were receiving hehe.

after cleaning up, simon changed into the hoodie you absolutely adored, and laid in bed waiting for you. he saw all your work piled up on your desk, clearly seeing the stress you were going through moments before he found you.

as you went outside the bathroom, you saw simon, literally waiting for you, patting his chest. your second favorite place. smiling you reached to his side, cuddling next to him, clinging like a koala, your leg on top of his hip, hands on his neck, the other under his back hair, just playing with it, making simon shiver once again from satisfaction.

"how was the dessert?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued about simon’s experience in a place you've never been, let alone lived in for a month. his voice, deep and resonant, rumbled like an earthquake, making you giggle.

"ugly as hell" came his reply, and you couldn't help but laugh at the honesty. "what do you mean? didn’t you see any camels?" you added playfully.

simon chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of amusement. "oh, plenty of camels. i even tried to have a conversation with one, but they're not great at small talk."

you couldn't help but snicker at the mental image of simon engaged in a one-sided chat with a camel in the vast desert. the quirky exchange became a moment of shared laughter, turning the conversation about a "dessert" into a sweet and funny memory.

along the conversation, you shifted positions, now lying on your side, and simon followed suit. the moonlight painted the room in a gentle glow as simon’s fingers delicately played with strands of your hair. you were pressed against his chest, your leg draped over his hip, creating a cozy tableau that felt like a warm hug.

with a softness in his voice, simon began lulling you to sleep with tales of the mission. each word was a whispered melody, painting vivid pictures of his adventures that unfolded in the vast desert.

"imagine this," he began, his voice a blend of playfulness and warmth, "a camel giving me side-eye because I accidentally interrupted its afternoon siesta. i swear, I've never seen such a judgmental camel."

you couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image, feeling the vibrations of your laughter against simon’s chest. his tales continued, each one sprinkled with his unique sense of humor.

as his hands gently massaged your hips and traveled up to your chest, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of cuteness wash over you. the tenderness in his touch was a language of its own, expressing care and affection without uttering a word.

you found yourself in a dreamlike state, murmuring sweet nothings and declarations of love. "i love your hands" you blabbered, a smile playing on your lips as simon’s warmth enveloped you.

his heart swelled with affection, seeing your drowsy contentment. he absolutely loved how affectionate you became when you were sleepy.

simon, feeling the warmth of your love, whispered, "and you don't know how much I love you." the words lingered in the air, a sweet promise exchanged in the quiet of the night.

as sleep claimed you, simon held you close, savoring the precious moment of having you in his arms again. he slept like a baby, content in the embrace of love that had transcended the distance of a month, finding solace in the shared dreams and whispered affirmations that filled the night.

he felt complete again ♡

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i live for soft simon 🥲 wishing i was reader rn, anyway!

hope i made this fluffy enough jiji!!!

[mystsee]

CLOSE TO ME ✦ KEEGAN RUSS

✦ about: you went to bother keegan to his room, like usual, yet things turn out differently this time ♡

✦ content: NSFW 18+, grinding, dry hump, masturbation, fluff, friends not so friends to lovers

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it was a normal thursday, no missions to complete, everyone chilling around, meaning you could either read some new book about languages, or, bother a certain person.

you and keegan had been by now what you could say best friends, if that involves the intense sexual tension between you too, or the stares keegan gives you in the middle of a meeting, or all the touches he gives you every now and then.

he’s taken quite the liking to always settling you onto his lap when you’re close to him, and you don’t complain, it’s way more comfortable than the chair around base, it’s become normal between you and keegan to be like this.

his hands finding a comfortable spot around your waist whenever he strolls by. it’s like there's an invisible force pulling him to stand behind you, always ready to playfully tease you about something. your hair, unbelievably soft, becoming his go-to whenever he’s around you, just playing with it, his fingers making lazy curls or massaging your scalp when your working on something.

and you, you just loved being around him, hugging his arm whenever y’all are walking together, always teasingly touching his big biceps, you secretly adore them, or when he’s working, you put your arms around his neck to scare him even though he’s heard you even before you entered. the moment your arms are around him, he immediately pulls you to his lap again

“what the hell” you said pouting “it’s impossible to scare you” keegan just laughed “you’re forgetting i’m a soldier princess” oh yeah, every once in a while he calls you princess, making you feel all mushy inside.

typical best friend activities no?

another thing you’ve particularly taken a like in to, is going to his room when your bored, it’s just weird being without keegan around you, you’ve gotten used to it :( hence why you were manically running to his room now!

you and other guys, bored as well as you, were chilling in the common area when one mentioned drinks, and you couldn’t deny that, it was about time to relax a little! but that little moved to tipsy to almost drunk, and your drunk self was quite the talker, and touchy.

you knocked on keegan’s door, tried to, cause you were laughing your ass off, god knows about what, and your hand kept opening everytime you knocked, making you laugh even more. keegan could hear your laugh from a mile away, you did had a laugh quite loud, and he’s memorized your laugh on his heart, he just loves to hear it! somehow it physically relaxes him whenever he’s stressed or anxious:(

he could hear you coming closer to his room, he was used to you being in his room now, bothering him, laughing to himself when he heard your tries of knocking. he was dealing with some papers, yet didn’t mind having company, in fact he would never mind having you around.

he would never tell you, but he likes your company a lot, not because he likes you and is practically in love with you, but because you always manage to get a smile out of him.

when he opened the door, you were laying on it with a big smile on your face, still trying to knock, but vanished as soon as he opened the door, the alcohol made your senses a bit lost so you never heard his footsteps approaching, making you almost fall over to the floor, keyword almost, because keegan in an instant had his arms around you, one hand on your waist, the other on your neck, his strong hands on you, on your waist.

you flushed.

out of instinct you put your hands close to his chest, your eyes all over the place, a bit dizzy you could say. keegan’s laughter bubbled up from deep within him. the memory of your not-so-graceful entrance lingered in his mind, causing his laughter to intensify.

you, with a playful pout on your face, attempted to throw a small punch at him, but the lingering effects of alcohol made your coordination comically off-kilter.

"stop laughing" you insisted, your voice carrying a mix of annoyance and amusement. however, keegan only responded by drawing you even closer, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. his laughter subsided into a gentle chuckle as he looked down at you, a glint of affection in his eyes.

as he held you snugly against him, knowing how flushed you get whenever he holds you close, he murmured, "what are you doing here?"

you leaned back slightly, breaking the embrace but maintaining the proximity “i was bored” you admitted, a mischievous glint in your eyes. keegan sighed in mock exasperation, but it was clear he was used to your antics. your presence was a constant in his life, a playful disruption that he had grown accustomed to.

he always focused on whatever work was in front of him, but you, true to form, persisted in teasing him. your hands always finding their way to his biceps, keegan loves having your hands around him, a teasing grin on your face. "seriously, keegan, do you even lift?" you teased, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

keegan, grateful for the mask he usually wore, managed a nervous laugh, the heat rising to his cheeks betraying his stoic facade.

you were always saying stuff like that to him, not realizing the impact you were having on him.

the banter continued almost everyday, you’ve grown used to tease him 24/7. keegan, despite his attempts to maintain a serious facade, couldn't help but be grateful for the routine, for the playful chaos you brought into his life. even when he was on his lowest, you were there, trying to cheer him up.

keegan playfully rolled his eyes at your teasing, a mixture of amusement and exasperation evident in his expression. without missing a beat, he gently nudged you inside his room, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. laughing, he dragged you over to the cozy sofa, urging you to sit.

you tried to stand, expressing your reluctance to settle down, but keegan persisted, giving you a mock stern look before gently pushing you back onto the cushions. "just stay put for a moment" he insisted, a playful smile on his lips.

you pouted, protesting his efforts, but eventually accepted, watching as keegan headed toward the kitchen with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "fine, but make it quick" you called after him.

by the time keegan was back, you were dead asleep on his couch, curled up on yourself, your head about to fall over the head ready you had your arm on. keegan stopped for a second, just admiring you, laying peacefully on his couch, your face looked almost smiley, like you were dreaming already.

little did he know you were dreaming about him. keegan’s strong arms cradle you with a tenderness that speaks volumes as he carries you to the bed. the warmth of his embrace feels like a sanctuary, and with a gentle touch, he lays you down softly.

yet, in your subconscious state, your hand instinctively reaches for his arm, unintentionally tugging him closer. you made a small whine, making keegan freeze, his mind going south, not the first time though.

now close to your face, he sees your wholesome sleeping face. he wishes he could see this side of you more often.

he slowly detached himself from you, deciding to finish his work, feeling warm inside knowing you are sleeping here, on his bed, clutching his pillow close to your chest.

as keegan finished his work, he thought maybe you would wake up, but it never happened, in fact, you started snoring a little, almost falling off the bed.

he was having a battle in his head, i mean, you’ve slept on his bed before, even him next to you, woke up all cuddled up yet never said anything about it, but this time was different, you were drunk.

he decided he would sleep on the couch.

you woke up later, looking over to the clock, you saw it was barely 2 am, keegan should be by now in bed you thought. his absence prompted you a furrowed brow. absently, you reached out to touch the vacant space, almost expecting his reassuring presence. it had become a comforting routine for him to share the bed with you, and him not being here felt odd.

meanwhile, on the couch, keegan was teetering on the edge of a deep slumber. his peace was interrupted by the gentle prodding of your hand on his arm. slowly opening his eyes, he found you on your knees next to the couch. with a slight pout, questioning why he had chosen the couch over the bed.

in a deep, sleepy voice, keegan mumbled an explanation, “didn’t want to wake you” expressing his reluctance to disturb your sleep. not easily dissuaded, you decided to take matters into your own hands, or rather, hand.

amusement twinkled in keegan’s eyes as he saw your attempts to pull him from the couch onto the bed. despite your tough efforts, you couldn't quite manage, resulting in him once again laughing at you.

you insisted that the couch wasn't the most comfortable spot for him. keegan, still amused, shook his head and rose from the couch. with a gentle tug, he brought you along, leading you back to the bed.

keegan settled on his side of the bed, half-expecting you to join him as usual. however, a detail slipped his mind:

your tendency to become exceptionally clingy when under the influence.

as soon as you touched the bed, your instincts kicked in, and you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his chest and draping a leg over his waist.

keegan, caught off guard, remained frozen in place. he had witnessed your inebriated affections in public, where you clung to his arm or chest, but being on his bed added a new layer of intimacy.

despite the surprise, a secret warmth stirred within him. keegan gently tugged you even nearer, savoring the feeling of your presence. the vulnerability of the moment, your unfiltered expression of affection, resonated with him on a deeper level.

you two slept like babies almost all night, yet your subconscious betrayed you, you’ve come with terms with yourself that you do in fact have a crush on him, your fingers witnesses of that, yet you hope he doesn’t know.

perhaps you’ve been more preoccupied with him not knowing you’ve never realized all the signs he’s given you (literally cuddling like a married couple)

and today was the day your mind decided to have a dream about keegan, it’s not very usual you dream about him, yet everytime it happens it ends up with you crazily horny for him.

in your dream, keegan was passionately fucking you in the shower, whispering sweet words to you, telling you how much he’s missed you, and you, you were moaning in your dream, as well as in real life!

over the night you moved to your side of the bed, keegan going along with you, now spooning you, meaning he felt all your subtle movements.

it was close to 6, his body clock waking him up already, but not wanting to disturb your sleep he decided to stay with you.

yet he wasn’t expecting this. you, almost humping to his now fully erect cock, and, moaning his name, it was almost a whisper, but it was so silent outside keegan heard it. with a small groan, he was praying to god to not cum on the spot.

keegan thought all your actions were friendly like, believing he’d be on the friendzone forever with you, but this, this talked a lot, this changed everything. keegan tightened his arms around you, moving one hand close to your waist, he didn’t want to take advantage of you, but all this months of physically restraining himself to pull you closer to him and kiss you, were hard.

he just couldn’t handle it anymore, he had your cunt directly on his cock, feeling all your warmth on him, with another small groan, he made a small movement, grinding his cock on your cunt, yet he was so hard right now this was more than enough.

it almost seemed that when he started doing that, you also felt in your dream, moaning his name a bit louder now, your hips moving on their own, now grinding on his cock too.

“fuck princess” he said with hard deep breaths, his hold on you tightening. that’s when you woke up, in a daze after almost cumming on your dream, what you didn’t expect was movement behind you! you forgot you were with keegan.

keegan felt when you woke up, halting all his motions “fuck, i’m so sorry” you heard his voice close to your neck, making you blush “i-i didn’t mean t-“ you moved your hand closer to the one that was on your waist “i- it’s okay” you said in a small voice, you weren’t sure if what you were about to do right now was good or not, but what you did know is that you wanted him, all of him.

you could feel his cock, behind you, hard as hell, literally containing himself to hump you like a dog.

“what are yo-you doing” you could hear his desperate breaths next to you. you were not thinking straight when you started grinding your cunt over his cock, arching your back more, but keegan stopped you, erupting a small whine out of you “princess are you sure?”

“i want you keegan”

keegan felt all his composure leave the room, dropping his head to your shoulders, laying a small kiss there “you’ll be the death of m-“ his words vanished as soon as you grinded again against his cock, making him moan.

“fucking hell” you could feel keegan’s hips grinding on you as well, harder now “feels so good princess” his cock was painfully hard by now, his head swiveling feeling all the pleasure “touch me keegan, please” and who was he to deny that?

you felt his right hand move on top of your leggings, edging closer to your cunt, but you were desperate, you grabbed his hand and dragged it inside your leggings, right on top of your cunt, a big moan erupting out of you, you were so aroused that just his hand cupping your cunt made you see stars.

keegan on the other hand was in awe, feeling your warmth on his hand, wet cunt ruining your panties, feeling it all slick. you were needy as hell, and he could see that, so not waisting a second, keegan moved your leggings and panties down to your ankles, opening your right thigh over his leg, spreading you open for him.

from where he was, he could see part of your cunt, your puffy clit catching his attention. keegan’s hand went straight to it, spreading your lips open, dragging his fingers up and down, until they reached your clit, rubbing it slowly in small circles, erupting goosebumps on your skin from the pleasure.

keegan moved his left hand up, near your breasts, moving your shirt and sports bra up, giving him the most beautiful view of your breasts, perky nipples waiting for his hands. his left hand went to your nipple, pinching it and holding it.

keegan’s thigh kept nudging your legs open even more, making almost fully lay on top of him now, he had one goal in mind, make you cum on his fingers, and he was close to it.

he was now rubbing your clit faster now, his hand almost fully touching all your cunt, doubling the pleasure. his left hand playing your breasts and nipples, you grinding your hips on his hand.

keegan slapped your cunt a few times, your body shaking now from the pleasure.

“that’s a good girl, you like my fingers huh?” his deep voice said behind you “yes, yes, yes” you said breathlessly “don’t stop keegan” your whiny voice begged. and he wasn’t going to, in fact, his middle and ring finger entered you in a second, making you moan loud, he started pumping his fingers in and out in such a pace that you were trying to curl up on yourself, giving him a full view of your bum now, his hand in between your thighs, and your breasts now pushed up to your left side.

he absolutely adored this view, yet he was so focused on your pleasure he didn’t see his sweats stained with precum, he was grinding on your bare bum,

but with his sweats on! was he crazy?

he could feel you now, and he wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass.

his left arm moved his sweats and boxers down to his ankles as well, his cock now free of his confines, hitting your bum, just feeling the skin of it made keegan moan, his fingers were still moving in and out of you, and you, were still a moaning mess beside him.

keegan needed to feel you, he just couldn’t wait

he slid his fingers out of you, making you whine, keegan opened your thighs again, your right thigh going on top of his hip, fully open to him now, making his cock rest right on top of your cunt.

“fucking hell, what a fucking view” his voice was so deep now, and you, you couldn’t speak, you needed him again. keegan surprised you by grinding his cock against your folds, his tip touching your clit, making you try to close your legs, but keegan’s arms were strong, effectively keeping them open.

he could see his cock grinding all over your cunt, all the sounds your cunt made were heaven for him, your clit moving every time he slid his tip over it.

he started grinding so good on your cunt your orgasm was approaching quick now, his left hand squeezing your breasts and nipples, it was all so so good.

keegan on the other hand, was humping you like a dog, your cunt felt so good on his cock, his balls grinding against your bum, it was all so much for him too.

“put in inside” your whiny voice begged but keegan denied it “nuh uh princess” you could feel his voice strained “that’s for another time, yeah?” you pouted, moving your neck to look at him “but i want to feel you keegs”

a loud moan erupted from him, you begging for his cock to be inside you was a lot for him, plus the nickname, he was sure he was going to cum any minute now

“come on princess, don’t want me to worship this cute little cunt of yours like you deserve? make love to you?” a moan following after his confession “wanna hear you moan my name like you did earlier baby” “you heard me?” you said it moaning all the words, his cock kept grinding on all the right places in your cunt, your orgasm closer than ever.

“fuck yeah i did, and it was the hottest thing ever” both of his hands were now on your breasts, pinching your nipples “you’re mine baby” he was panting now “yes, yes, keegan, please, i want to be yours” your face was so close to him now, his eyes not leaving your lips.

“can i kiss you?” you nodded thinking he would kiss you right there, but he manhandled you so now you were straddling him, your face right on top of his, his hands on your bum, sliding you up and down his cock. his right hand held your head and moved you closer to his lips.

when your lips met, it was more than just a kiss; it was a symphony of emotions. the warmth of affection, the tenderness of love, and the magnetic pull of desire all converged in that single moment.

as the connection deepened, keegan, sensing the intensity of the shared emotion, couldn't help but draw you even closer.

the kiss was enough for him to feel his orgasm close, his balls heavy with his cum, and his tip red as hell. you, you were close too, moaning loud, your cunt wetter than ever. “will you be mine?” keegan said in between kisses, both of you close to your orgasm “i was already yours keegs” and it was true.

it wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing; it was true from the start. keegan was always there for you, like a shield, protecting you from everything. he loved you silently, not always in obvious ways, but in the little moments when he stood by you, making sure you felt safe and cared for.

“say that again princess” “i’m yours keegan” that was all he needed for him to cum, hard, loosing his sight for a second. he tightened his hold on your waist even harder now, and you, you could feel his cock, thick ropes of cum now out of him, in between you and him, his balls clenching everytime he came, making you cum as well.

it was such a view, to see him cum under you, just by dragging his cock in between your cunt, and you couldn’t deny that hearing his small whimpers when he came made you feel even more pleasure.

your hands were on his shoulders, holding onto dear life, your cum all over his cock.

this was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever felt.

you slowly regained consciousness, small ragged breaths in and out of you, feeling keegan hold you softly now, his right hand moving up to your scalp, slowly massaging it.

inthis moment, you felt a profound sense of contentment. never expecting the night to end up like this. moving closer to his face, you could see the love evident in his eyes, his flushed expression revealing the depth of his emotions.

unable to resist expressing your affection, you said "you look so cute right now." keegan, with a faint frown, seemed surprised by the adjective. the idea of being called "cute" appeared to clash with his soldier persona. you couldn't help but laugh, finding joy in the unexpected reaction, before sealing the moment with a kiss.

the initial disbelief transformed into a shared connection as keegan reciprocated the kiss almost instantly. even though you didn’t want to leave his hold, you really needed to clean up “we need to shower keegan” but keegan just shaked his head, pulling you closer to his chest

“let’s just stay here for a while yeah?” “but just a little, cause we actually stink in here” he just shut you up with a kiss again,

loving the fact that he could kiss you now whenever he wanted ♡

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hi hi hiiiiiiiii, idk why but i believe i made the dialogues a bit cheesy idkkkk,

but anyways, i just love the best friend in love trope, i went through that one time and that was the most intense luv i’ve ever felt xd

anywaysss, hope u liked this! mwuah

[mystsee]

MESMERIZED ✦ KEEGAN P. RUSS

✦ about: keegan is mesmerized with you since he first met you ♡

✦ content: NSFW +18, virgin!reader, afab reader, blood, guns & death mentions, panic attacks, misogyny

✦ a.n: the boots i kinda imagined are the moonboots!

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in the sun-kissed landscapes of italy, you, with your captivating charm and surprising intelligence, was dealing with a meeting with very higher ups in the politic world, things were going so far so good.

that was until your boss, a figure whom you trusted very much, revealed to you the news. a deployment to russia as a military translator.

nervous feelings ran down your spine, not from the revelation of a new challenge, but from the anticipation of russia’s frigid embrace. most of the time, you were assigned to help translate in missions involving trafficking, drugs, dark stuff like that. and having to translate for the “bad guys” involved them being not so nice to you. mostly because they don’t like a woman all up on their dark buisness.

nevertheless, you knew you were going to be protected, and the military people have never treated you wrong.

you prepared your clothes, having to use a bigger backpack due to all the puffy jackets, scarfs, you know, all cold related things. which you do not protest! the colder the weather, the better you can dress.

right now you had a puffy black jacket, warm leggings with a thick skirt attached! it was 100x more comfortable because now your ass didn’t have to feel all the cold seats anymore. and of course your puffy boots, thick beige fur covering the boots. one thing about you is your feet were always cold, making you use like 3 layers of socks!

you arrived late night, making the cold even worse but you managed to cover the lower half of your face with your scarf, seriously the cold was so bad in here. as you disembarked from the helicopter, the biting russian cold embraced you, making you shiver involuntarily.

you were greeted warmly by your captain “nice to see you again over here” he smiled warmly “i’m glad too, really missed the artic” he laughed at that, how could he be out here with only a small jacekt?!

he noticed your shivering frame, you thought you were hiding it well, making him start leading you through the snow-covered landscape over to base.

upon entering, all eyes turned towards you – a mix of amazement and curiosity danced in the gaze of your new colleagues, you knew your boots were quite attention catching, probably why everyone kept staring at you.

to say you were pretty was little, it was obvious everyone in the room found you beautiful, but you didn’t pay it any mind, again thinking maybe your boots were standing out a bit too much, not the way your thighs looked so good with the skirt on top, but! they would need to get used to see your babies, they were your go-to in cold weather.

however, one pair of eyes stood out, belonging to keegan. he almost looked mesmerized with you. he watched you stride with an unyielding confidence, almost model like, the skirt making your hips move so so pretty, that it was making it hard for him to stop staring at you.

somehow your eyes found his, thanking the heavens you had your scarf covering your cheeks because you were blushing so hard rn, his gaze lingered, an admiring intensity in his eyes that you almost tripped.

only his eyes, a window to the unspoken thoughts within, were visible, making you curious. as his fellow soldier spoke, keegan’s attention remained freezed on you, his focus unyielding, and the words of his comrade fading into the background of his silent admiration.

the spell was broken as soon as the captain opened the door to his office, inviting you in to debrief the mission with you. you were going with keegan’s team to help them gather intel, they were trying to find a very big drug dealer, and you translating, would help them find him faster.

tomorrow morning would be your first mission with them, yet you still didn’t know who keegan was, making it intriguing whom you’d be working with.

captain showed you your room, it was a basic military room, a twin sized bed in the middle, small vanity to your left, a desk in the other size to the room, and a small window, last but not least, your own bathroom.

you pleaded your boss to give you your own bathroom, there was enough experiences a girl can have in a shared bathroom used by men.

you started investigating about who you were translating for tomorrow, loosing the track of time. by the time you finished it was 3 am, making you worry a little, you were leaving tomorrow at 6 am.

you were almost going to bed when your stomach rumbled, making you internally groan, you knew that if you didn’t sleep, insomnia would make its way to you.

rolling your eyes you went to the kitchen, you thought everyone was asleep rn, so you paid no mind yo your outfit, a small cropped sweatshirt, leggings and fluffy slippers.

you were about to eat your slice of bread with jam when a sudden voice made you drop it to the washer “can’t sleep?” “jesus fuck!” you swore you felt your heart stop for a second, you never saw anyone in here!

you turned around to see the same guy from before, keegan, who just stared at you, seated in a chair with a book in his hands, it almost looked like he was trying to contain his laugh.

“what’s wrong with you!” you said with a smile laughing, he probably saw your bread jump to the washer “me? nothing, was just asking” he said it so proud of himself “how do you even read with all the lights off?” by now you had turned to him, still by the counter “i wasn’t reading, i was drinking tea” “oh” you never saw the cup of tea beside the book silly you.

“just know you ruined my dinner” you said pouting “and you asked my what’s wrong with me” he said scoffing “oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t eat late at night” “no i do princess, just not a bread with jam at 3 in the morning” his nickname made you stop your breath for a second, deciding to pay no mind to it “but you do you princess” he was by your side now, putting his cup of tea in the washer, until you saw him freeze next to you, there was small light coming from outside, oh yea, you had no bra on.

he could see see your breasts, your nipples to be precise, under your sweatshirt, practically begging to be touched, your sweatshirt was so small it had ridden up just a tiny bit when you were making your dinner, making keegan see a small part of your under breast.

“princess” keegan suddenly moved closer to you, making you see his eyes better, revealing a captivating shade of blue, a mesmerizing hue that held a subtle warmth within its cool depths, caught your attention.

his gaze, unwavering in its intensity, sent a gentle warmth through you, leaving a blush on your cheeks again, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection forged in that shared moment.

“you still don’t know my name” which was true making you ask for it, when he said it, he saw the realization in your eyes “oh! i’m working with you in the next mission” you said a bit breathlessly “glad to have you with us” you could see the deep appreciation for you in his eyes.

keegan had heard about you, he knew of your well-regarded reputation as a translator, held a silent acknowledgment of the confidentiality that shrouded your professional endeavors.

in the subtle lines of his expression, you could see respect for the enigma that surrounded you, a recognition that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. “thank you” you said, he just nodded to you, he was so close to you now you could feel his chest, and his chest could feel your nipples. you just held your breath keeping eye contact with him “well, princess, you must get your sleep, i won’t keep you up” you were in a trance when he moved, snapping you out of it “goodnight keegan” you said in a small voice. keegan smiled behind his mask.

ever since then, a connection quietly unfolded between you and keegan. it initially started as him being a distant observer, he always kept his eyes on you everywhere you went, even more when you were speaking russian towards the males, you held such confidence with you he was deeply allured with you.

his presence evolved into a silent shield, a comforting assurance amidst the unfamiliarity of a foreign land. he may couldn’t understand russian, but he sure as hell could see the body language and the tones they were speaking to you.

everytime he could sense any sort of verbal assault at you, his steely gaze fixed upon the adversaries with an intensity that spoke volumes, as well as his hidden raised gun;), sensing the weight of his silent threat, they found themselves silenced. even though you had no idea he was threatening them behind you.

you always knew keegan had your back, and silently thanked him for it. as the time passed, you felt keegan more protective of you, and you more attentive of him, you two were almost all the time together.

there were moments, a shared smile in the midst of icy winds, or a wordless understanding in the chaos of a mission, that spoke louder than words. in these instances, his protective instinct manifested – a steady hand guiding you through the challenges, a silent assurance that you were not alone. metaphorically as well as physically.

his interactions evolved into a touch that carried a warmth beyond mere protection. his gestures, once purely professional, became tinged with an affectionate familiarity.

a guiding hand on the small of your back during a mission briefing or a reassuring touch on your shoulder in moments of uncertainty, each contact seemed to convey a connection that lingered beyond the realm of your relationship.

these touches carried a feeling of something more, a silent language of shared emotions between you and him. in the hushed moments when his hand lingered a second longer than necessary or the gentle squeeze that accompanied a reassuring smile.

in the dim glow of the base's common area, keegan’s touches continued to weave a tapestry of unspoken connection. a shared moment over a map had his fingers brushing against yours, the contact lingering for a heartbeat longer than required, it was practically normal for you to be blushing around him now.

during a particularly challenging mission, his arm found its way around your shoulders, a protective embrace in the face of caos. in that moment you just wanted to be beside him all the time, you felt safe around him.

there was also a time in which keegan was behind you, listening to what you would be doing, until he felt rather not okay with what you were supposed to do. he suddenly put his hand discreetly on your waist, and the other arm in front of your chest, his hand subtly telling “no”

“she’s with us, meaning we protect her, what you’re saying is risky for her, she won’t do it” you felt warmth on your chest. you have never experienced this, the other teams you had been were never this attentive with you. it was a weird emotion for you, you were used to always seek for yourself.

in the quiet of the nights, a shared gaze held more than words could express. keegan’s hand, a reassuring presence, sought yours across the table, fingers intertwining with yours, squeezing your fingers every now and then. he did that more times than you could count.

the line between friendship and something deeper became increasingly blurred, leaving both of you suspended in the uncharted territory of unspoken emotions.

the endearing term "princess" slipped from his lips almost all the time, a word you loved hearing from him even though you never tell him. it became a private language, whether in the midst of a mission or during quiet evenings, the endearment echoed, making you warm inside all the time.

keegan’s feelings had transcended the boundaries of friendship, evolving into a profound connection that bordered into almost being in love with you.

his gaze, once intense, now carried a softness that showed a deep admiration, a mesmerizing allure that held him captivated in your presence.

his eyes just seemed to follow you everywhere, absorbing every detail of you, every facet of your being, as if etching your essence into his soul.

the desire to be with you became a palpable force, an unspoken longing that lingered in the spaces between conversations. the way his fingers sought yours, the way he leaned in, just a fraction closer than necessary – each action seemed to fluster you more and more.

you too couldn’t deny it, you felt drawn to him, but even with the warmth of his company and shared moments, there was a bit of confusion.

your feelings were kind of mixed up, wanting to connect with him but also feeling unsure about it. it’s like a struggle between what your heart wants and what your head is thinking.

you just don’t know how to respond to him :(

figuring out your own feelings became a bit like wandering through a maze, with no clear destination.

being close to keegan made you feel good, but accepting his love brought its own set of uncertainties. you tried taking things one step at a time, trying to make sense of your own heart and the budding feelings between you two.

until you just couldn’t anymore

you were in a very heated meeting with keegan, as always, behind you, talking to a very dangerous person, in a very dangerous place, at any moment now something could happen, making you feel on edge all the time there. you felt keegan’s hand hold your shoulder softly, reminding you he is here with you.

in the middle of the conversation, you saw in less than a second the man’s eyes change, from angry, to weirdly happy, like he was going to be free from all this interrogation. you were confused, until you heard it.

bullets and bullets and more bullets echoed in the building, as well as some passing through the windows in the small office you were. in a second keegan had moved you, shielding you from any possible damage

you heard him speak to the captain, the captain said they were under attack, making difficult to get out of there. you were alone inside with keegan and the man, he was tied to the table though, so you weren’t worried he would escape.

keegan held you behind his back, opening the door and checking if it was safe to go out. he made a clear sign and went to the right side. you were shaking of fear, you could hear explosions all over the place, the shaking of the floor, bullets everywhere, it was crazy.

suddenly a man spawned out of nowhere pulling keegan and tried stabbing him.

the military gave you a gun before you left, you had basic military training, knew how to use a gun, yet never needed to. but seeing keegan almost being stabbed made you react on instinct, you pulled your gun in less than a second and shoot the bastard. keegan’s was free from the man’s arm and shot another bullet between his head.

you just stood there, the adrenaline was making it hard to process what just happened, but you could feel your body trembling with fear, you may have possibly just killed a man. you’ve never done that in your life.

keegan saw the fear in your eyes “princess, hey, i need you to focus on me” keegan’s grabbed your face, you stared at him, worry clear in your eyes “you saved me and you’re a fucking badass for that” keegan’s appreciation words dragged you out of the dark thoughts you were falling to.

you both heard footsteps approaching you, making keegan grab your hand, tight, and walked to the other direction, you moved faster than him, adrenaline was making you rushed now, until you were about to move to the other corner of the hallway and saw armed men looking for, you supposed, keegan and you.

you pushed keegan back, startling him for a second, until he could hear the voices. you had a door next to you, keegan opened it and dragged you both inside. it was small, very small, yet enough for hiding. keegan turned you so his back was to the door, always protecting you first.

you on the other hand, was shaking shitless again, you could understand what they were saying, they were here for you, obviously not happy at all that you knew about what they were doing.

keegan once again tried dragging you out of your starting panic attack, he said your name twice trying to get your attention. you looked at him, you were very much fucking scared.

“hey, you’re with me, i won’t let anything happen to you okay?” you felt one of keegan’s hand hold your head softly, the other went to your back. you then realized he was hugging you, you were so close to each other he didn’t even need to moved you closer. you moved your hands to hold his back too, resting your head on his shoulder.

in the middle of the chaotic circumstances, keegan emerged as your anchor, his presence became the grounding point that helped you survive this.

it was then when it hit you, the realization, the profound connection that resonated beyond words. attempting to utter his name, you found your voice stifled by anxiety, your very core trembling with fear.

keegan, ever perceptive, tightened his hold around you, a silent reassurance.

as the threat passed by your door, keeping your mouth shut became a necessity, not just for the mission at hand but also to guard the burgeoning emotions inside you.

after a few minutes, you could hear them muffled, meaning they were far. keegan opened the door, still holding you, and looked out, he saw that it was clear “let’s go princess”

the next few minutes was you and keegan trying to get out of here, it was almost like a maze, the explosions seemed to calm down as well as the bullets. but there was still people looking for you.

you were about to turn to your left when a hand grabbed you from your neck, choking you, you tried to scream, but the man was fast, he suddenly pushed you to the wall, punching you in the face, almost breaking your nose, but you moved just in time your face, hitting you in the cheek.

you suddenly remembered you had a gun, you pulled it out, raising it fast to the middle of his head and shot him quick.

it was ugly, scary, and it glued you to your spot, all his blood soaked you, yet his hold on you loosened, making the man fall to your shoulder, surely staining your coat.

you were so fucking scared you thanked the lord keegan grabbed the man and lunched him to the wall behind.

you were again almost in shock, but keegan was in front of you fast “come on baby, we need to leave this hell” keegan kept dragging you, your body fully trusting him, because you were going into shock now.

you saw light, and finally you were out, a few dead people scattered on the ground, not helping you at all.

it until you saw the familiar humvee you felt slight ease. everyone saw your state, blood soaking all your face, dripping all over your coat. quite a sight. keegan just shakes his head to his teammates, silently telling them that you needed space now.

the soldiers admired you, even cared for you after all this time, it was clear seeing you like this worried them, but they trusted keegan, and they know you trust keegan too.

keegan helped you up the humvee, sitting next to you, you felt him whispering beside you “you okay?” you just nodded taking a small ragged breath, wiping your nose. you felt disgusting, you could feel the man’s blood dripping down your nose, the need to shower was strong right now.

keegan just softly held your hand, squeezing it to help you ground yourself, but you just couldn’t, you were so bloody anxious right now you couldn’t stop moving your leg up and down.

keegan felt it, slightly worried about you, he knew you’ve never been in combat before, let alone kill someone. you felt his hand slowly let go of yours, and put it on top of your thigh, making you halt your movements.

he kept it there slightly above your knee, massaging a little, not daring to move his hand up higher.

the ride to base was just the captain talking to someone on the radio, other than that, it was silent.

as soon as you arrived to base, you hurried out of the humvee, and fast towards the barracks, feeling the weight of the mission on your shoulders. you desperately needed the shower.

keegan stayed by the humvee, not following you right away. he stood there, giving you room. he could understand the impact of what just happened, and knew letting you calm down first was a good idea.

the letting you calm down time meant maybe you would come out of your room later, but now, it was 11:45 pm, and keegan was more than worried about you now. he had no idea you were still in the shower, living the past event over and over in your head.

you just couldn’t erase the image from your brain, just seeing the man’s eyes go lifeless in front of you, it was such a crazy thing to look at, and you weren’t dealing with it very okay.

you felt dirty, even though you cleaned your body more than twice. you had lost the track of time, you were so inside your brain you forgot to eat something. your stomach begging for food now, making you feel nauseous.

you just put on a brown long sleeve sweatshirt with some random leggings. you knew it was last midnight now, making it easier for you, you didn’t want to see anyone right now.

keegan, on the verge of heading to your room, noticed you entering the kitchen. your eyes were red, and your nose was puffy – the signs of tears evident. the concern on his face deepened as he observed the aftermath of emotions that had washed over you. he paused, recognizing the fragility in your demeanor, reconsidering whether to approach and offer comfort in this vulnerable moment.

spotting keegan in the kitchen, you froze in place. your hair, still damp, added a chill to the atmosphere, and a subtle shiver ran through you. keegan stood there, his worry evident in his eyes. the unspoken concern made you feel a twinge of guilt for disappearing, realizing the impact it had on him.

feeling the wave of emotions crash over you once again, tears welled up, and sobs escaped despite your efforts. a whispered "i'm sorry" escaped your lips, muffled by your trembling hand pressed against your mouth. the vulnerability laid bare.

in an instant, keegan was by your side. dressed in a simple black sweatshirt and cargo pants, he became your anchor once again.

his chest against your trembling form, you held him tight, as if seeking solace in the warmth of his presence. his hands gently cradled your head and waist, offering a silent reassurance, “nothin’ to be sorry about princess” you could feel his deep voice rumble in his chest “it’s okay”

his hand now gently petting your hair as you clung to him. between sobs, you began to express the guilt weighing on your chest. "i feel so bad for leaving like that" you admitted, the words punctuated by shaky breaths.

the shock of your actions you did a while ago lingered, casting a shadow on your thoughts. the vulnerability in sharing your feelings with keegan felt both liberating and daunting. it was a bad habit of yours, disappear whenever you felt any emotion that wasn’t happiness. it was normal to you:( even if it’s been more than 12 hours since you last emerged from your room.

keegan’s voice, calm and reassuring, cut through the heaviness of the moment. "it's okay," he whispered, his hand still tenderly stroking your hair. "you're here now, and that's what matters."

a flicker of strength ignited within you, and you stood a little taller, you pressed a tender kiss on keegan’s cheek, your hand lingering on his face for a heartbeat. his eyes held an unspoken love, you could see it clearly now.

keegan’s question for the kiss hung in the air, a gentle curiosity evident in his gaze. you felt his mask close and his breaths deepen, you took a moment, meeting his intense eyes. "it’s a thank you," you said softly, "for always protecting me."

his response was a tightening of the embrace, bringing you even closer. his face, now near yours, held an intensity matched by the deep breaths he took. in a rough voice deep with emotion, he confessed, "you driving me fucking crazy." the admission hung in the air, your cheeks flushing furiously.

a playful challenge danced in your eyes as you maintained intense eye contact. "what if you show me how much I drive you crazy?" you suggested, your doe eyes locked onto his.

a groan escaped him as he dropped his head to your shoulder. laughter bubbled from you, but your breath hitched as keegan shifted, causing your sweatshirt to ride up slightly. the short length and absence of a bra made you almost flash him your right breast.

keegan could feel it, in fact, he could feel your nipples pressed on him since he hugged you, making his pants feel tighter.

you felt keegan’s hand move up, near your breast, starting to massage there, making you blush furiously “may i remind you were are still in public keegan” you didn’t want anyone walk in on keegan almost touching your breasts, in the middle of the kitchen.

startling you in a swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, his strong hold on your bum leaving you feeling both surprised and strangely like jelly inside, and before you could voice your concerns, he began walking towards your room.

you were silently screaming at him about the possibility of getting caught, but keegan just tightened his hold on you more like squeezing your booty, effectively silencing you.

the situation didn't seem to faze him as he navigated the corridors, your protests muted in the intensity of the moment. the world outside seemed to fade away as keegan carried you and opened your door, leaving behind a trail of laughter and a flutter of unspoken excitement.

you thought he was going to drop you now, but no! he just went to your bed, and dropped you, making you bounce and laugh at what he just did “such a romantic” keegan just held the back of your legs and dragged you near his cock.

that motion made your shirt roll up, now showing him your bare breasts. you widened your eyes a little, but keegan looked like he was more enamored by you now “what a fucking sight i have” he couldn't help but revel in the intimate view of you beneath him. your eyes, filled with affection, locked onto his, radiating a warmth that mirrored the depth of your connection.

the air thickened with tension, and keegan couldn't ignore the tightening in his pants, a physical response to the emotional intimacy and the allure of the moment. “look how you make me feel princess” you could feel it, near your cunt, his big cock, making a big tent in his pants.

you just couldn’t anymore, you rolled your hips up a little, the sensation almost made you cum on the spot, but keegan just made a noise of disapproval “nuh uh, let me have my time with my princess yeah?” you blushed even more when keegan took a hold of your hips, and slowly moved his hands up, dying to touch your breasts.

when his hands finally felt them, he was on cloud 9. they were so soft and moldeable in his hands he could feel precum leaking from his cock. keegan lowered himself close your breasts, rolled his mask up, and licked your nipple making you moan.

he started sucking on your nipple like a man starved, while the other hand groped your other breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers. you were panting, his hands were god sent, as well as his mouth.

that’s when you felt the sudden urge to kiss him. and you couldn’t wait anymore. feeling the magnetic pull, you took charge, gently dragging his face upward to meet yours. in a bold move, your lips crashed against his, a collision of desire and longing.

a sound of contentment escaped keegan, emotions flowing between you like an electric current. the world outside the moment ceased to exist as the intensity of the kiss spoke volumes, an unspoken exchange of emotions and desires woven into the fabric of that stolen, passionate embrace.

keegan deepened the kiss even more, angling your head better, he was heaven sent. in the heat of the kiss, your hands, seemingly of their own accord, found their way to his mask. it became an unconscious exploration, a touch laden with curiosity. unexpectedly, keegan broke the kiss, startling you, and swiftly snatched away his mask.

in the soft glow of the small light, his face was revealed, and you found yourself enraptured by the sight of him.

"you’re so beautiful" the words slipped from your lips almost involuntarily. a deep resonance of satisfaction echoed in keegan’s chest, and without a moment's hesitation, he dragged you up. seated on his knees, you found yourself straddling him, his hands on your waist and bum, fondling with it making you whine, as your lips met again in a deep, intoxicating kiss, yet you felt needy.

involuntarily you moved your hips, grinding right on his cock, making him groan deeply “fuck baby, you’re going to make me cum” knowing he was as aroused as you made you feel even more needy, making you grind your hips even more.

keegan’s hand took a hold of your hips, making you stop your movements. you whined again, even surprising you, you’ve never met this side of you, so needy of someone.

keegan's touch on your face was soft, almost reverent. he spoke with a gentle intensity, "i want to worship you. let me." the request hung in the air, and you, captivated by the depth of his gaze, agreed with a simple nod.

with deliberate tenderness, keegan laid you back onto the bed, his hands moving to the fabric of your clothes. He began with your sweatshirt, each movement deliberate and unhurried, as if unraveling the layers of vulnerability and desire between you two. as he raised your sweatshirt up, his hands once again touched your breasts, making you moan lowly.

keegan just smirked, having removed your sweatshirt, he then proceeded to shed his own shirt. the unveiling of his toned body drew an involuntary blush to your cheeks. his eyes caught yours, and a playful smile graced his lips.

"like what you see?" he teased, the husky timbre of his voice adding a layer of seduction to the moment. the air hung heavy with anticipation as you met his gaze, your response a silent affirmation that echoed in the space between you two.

keegan, still holding your gaze with an intensity that spoke volumes, continued his deliberate exploration. his hands, deft and unhurried, moved to your leggings.

with tenderness, he peeled them away, revealing more of your vulnerability. the room seemed to pulse with shared desire as each layer of clothing fell away, creating an intimate tapestry of connection between you and Keegan.

you were only with your panties on now, and keegan with his grey boxers, not hiding anything, making you slightly anxious, he looked very big, and you’ve never done this before.

a sudden realization gripped you, and you couldn't help but say, "wait" keegan, on the verge of sliding your panties off, halted immediately, his expression shifting to one of concern.

nervously, you confessed, "i’ve never done this before." the vulnerability in your admission hung in the air, an unspoken plea for understanding and patience. the room, once charged with desire, now held a new layer of intimacy.

keegan, surprised by your revelation, felt a renewed sense of responsibility. he looked into your eyes, the desire tempered with understanding, and reassured you, "i’ll go slow. we’ll take it at your pace."

his words carried a gentle promise, a commitment to make you feel at ease in this intimate moment. keegan then slowly slide your panties off, your cunt now bare and displayed in front of him. keegan just stared at it for a second, absolutely beautiful he thought; all shiny with your slick, begging for some attention. and who was he to deny it.

one thing about keegan, he loved foreplay, and you, you liked it too, but he’s made you cum twice! fingers and tongue involved, you weren’t complaining, but you really wanted his cock now.

from where you were, you could see his boxer stained with precum, making you whine, you were past needy now “i need you keegan, please” keegan heard the whiny tone from you, making his cock even more hard.

“such a needy princess aren’t you” keegan swiftly removed his boxers down, his cock sprang free on his stomach. your mouth was watering just seeing it. it was big, veiny and thick.

you didn’t think it, you were on all 4s now, keegan was looking behind dropping his boxer when he felt your mouth on his cock, making him hiss loud as well as whined “fuck princess, what are you doing?” you could hear his voice strained, like he was containing himself.

you didn’t answer, it was your first time doing this, yet you felt confident when you swallowed almost his whole cock down your throat, making keegan’s hands grab your head, pushing you deeper, making his eyes roll back.

“who taught you this?” he was a panting mess now, you kept bobbing your head up and down, using your angelic hands to grab his balls, swollen with his cum, massaging them, making keegan go all over the edge.

he didn’t warn you, just grabbed your head dragging it all the way down, thrusting his big cock down your throat, moaning loud. you decided to look at him then, giving your best puppy eyes you could, making keegan mesmerized with you, you could see all his reactions from here, his stomach clenching, his mouth panting, and his eyes full of love.

“i’m gonna cum love” you felt keegan trying to move his cock out of your mouth, but you just grabbed his hips, pushed them to you, and moving your tongue around his veiny cock.

keegan cummed on the spot, thick white ropes of cum going all the way down your throat, you as the princess you are, swallowed it whole, keeping your hand on his balls, feeling them clench everytime he cummed.

you were sure keegan was about to pass out now, that was the hardest orgasm he’s ever felt.

his desire was evident in the intensity of his gaze, deciding to take charge. his hands gently grasped your head, lifting you slightly making you put your hands on his big muscular chest. a deep, intense kiss ensued, each meeting of your lips sending a shiver through your body.

keegan murmured a sweet praise, "you’re such a beautiful good girl aren’t you?" he was still in his post orgasmic state, making you laugh a little, but this man had a very strong stamina.

you could feel his cock hard again in between your stomach making you put your hand on top of his slit. he bucked his hips a little “come on now” he said with a strained voice “let me make you feel good” desire evident in his voice.

keegan laid you down on the bed, moving your thighs open, letting your cunt once open to him. keegan not waisting a second now, aligned his cock with your cunt, dragging it up and down your folds “stop teasing keegan” you said pouting.

it took you by surprise when you felt his tip in your entrance, making you stop your breath for a second, keegan was smirking now, how easy it was to shut your needy ass up.

“i’ll go slow yeah? you tell me if it too much princess” keegan started sliding his thick cock insided your virgin cunt, it felt weird, a slight burn everytime he slide deeper.

keegan on the other hand was in awe, he saw your cunt swallowing his cock inside, inch by inch, your puffy clit at view too. in a second keegan had his hand on your clit, slowly circling it, making you moan, allowing his cock to slide further.

once he bottomed, he stayed there, he was still on his knees, allowing him a beautiful view. you had your knees next to your breasts, his cock swallowed by your cunt, your face flushed.

he couldn’t wait anymore, keegan dropped his forearms next to your head, and started grinding his cock inside your cunt. you felt so full, and him grinding was almost hitting your womb, making you moan loudly. “keegan you’re so deep” you said frowning from pleasure, your nails were on his big muscular biceps, hanging on for dear life.

“does it feel good?” “very fucking good” you said moaning the last word, keegan had his head hidden on your neck, his pace now a bit faster, balls hitting your ass everytime he thrusted, the skin to skin slapping sound resonating all over your room, creating such an erotic scene.

keegan then raised his head and kissed you deeply, his hand holding your head softly, you could feel him even deeper now. he had you on a mating press, his chest squeezing your breasts making your nipples stand out even more “you feel so fucking good princess” “this cunt belongs to me yeah” “you’re all fucking mine”

keegan kept saying this small praises everytime he thrusted, but what made your orgasm come quick was when he said you were his. yes you were. you were his since you met him. he was there for you ever since then, always by his side, always his.

“y-yes i am” keegan’s intense gaze was on you now “i’m yours keegan, all yours” he hit a particular spot inside you that you saw stars, moaning loud “say that again princess” “i’m yours” keegan was about to cum just from hearing you say that.

“and you’re all mine” you kissed him hard when you said that. keegan never thought you were the possessive type, yet when he heard you say that, you could say he fell in love even deeper “you’re all fucking mine keegan” you started meeting his thrusts with your hips, your clit rubbing with his stomach making your orgasm come fast.

keegan could feel it, you were clenching stronger now, almost making him stop his movements “you cumming princess?” that goddamn nickname was going to be the death of you “i want to cum with you”

your needy voice made keegan tighten his hold on you, and thrust deeper, and slower. keegan grabbed your face and kissed you, his other hand rubbing your clit. making you cum hard.

keegan cummed in an instant too, feeling your cunt clenching around his cock too, your orgasm so hard you closed your eyes. he cummed inside you, sliding even further, letting all his cum coat your walls with him. only him.

he stayed there for a while, letting you come down from the high. you were breathing hard, his cock now softening inside you, yet you didn’t want him to come out yet.

you used your feet to hit him on the hips, making him slide a bit more “stay here for a while” keegan caught the message, you wanted to cuddle. with him still inside you.

you were a sucker for cuddles, and touch starved. so when keegan laid down, still inside you, and dragged you almost on top of him, you felt shivers down your spine.

as keegan’s arms enveloped you in a tender embrace, a warmth spread through you, reaching the neglected corners of your soul. the gentle cradle of his arms was a stark contrast to the void you hadn’t realized existed, a reminder of the absence of such intimate touch in your life.

his arms forming a protective cocoon around you, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. the rise and fall of his chest against your back mirrored the rhythm of shared breaths, creating a serene melody.

it wasn't just the physical closeness; it was the profound sense of being seen and held, a silent promise that in his arms, you were cherished and safe.

a few minutes had passed when you felt keegan sitting up, you as well on his lap, making you pout “don’t make that face” he said condescending “i need to clean you up yeah?”

keegan carried you all the way down your bathroom, again, still inside you, and seated you on the counter. he took a really long look to your breasts. such beautiful breasts just sitting there, making him want to hold them again.

“enjoying the view” you said in a proud tone, keegan just moved his eyes to your face and laid a small kiss to your cheek. you started feeling how keegan slid his now soft cock out your cunt, once it was all out, he just stayed there, looking at both your cunt and his cock “look at the mess you made love”

his cock was full of his cum, and yours, you felt all his cum slide out of your cunt, now on the counter, the sight making keegan’s cock start hardening again, and you saw that as well.

you just stared at him, beautiful doe eyes, and grabbed his cock. “can’t get tired of this cock huh?” you just smiled, stood up, and dragged him to the shower. that was the best shower sex you’ve ever had.

after the shower, keegan was behind you like a lost puppy, just wanting to be near you, touching your waist, squishing it, as well as your bum, all while you were doing your small skin care.

and on bed? keegan was even more cuddly than you! he said, scratch that, obliged you to be the little spoon. now you had his beautiful face right next to you, his hand drawing small circles in your waist, going near your breasts to tease you, your legs tangled beneath the sheets. you could get used to this.

“so, for how long have i driven you crazy?” keegan heard the cheekiness in your voice, you probably knew keegan was head over heels for you, acting all dumb to torture him, making keegan groan behind you “i’m going to keep it with for a while”

you laughed, putting your hands on top of the one that was on your waist, dragging it near your lips, planting a soft kiss there. when you kissed his hand, an unexpected tenderness surged within him, like a flood of warmth.

in response, he hid his face against your neck, as if to shield himself from the cascade of emotions, laying a few kisses here and there. you really could get used to this.

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AHHHHHH the end ;’[ i love fluff, was deciding if splitting this into chapters but i got carried away and made it a one shot jiji

hope u liked it!

[mystsee]

DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

PREV ✦ PART 5

✦ about: you realize you do need simon.

✦ content: NSFW 18+, afab reader, squirting, breeding, cum play, domestic fluff, marriage mentions, slight anxiety, no mentions of y/n.

✦ a.n: ahhhhh my babies

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“what did you just said?” did you hear him well? move in with him? “i said, move in with me” simon tightened his hold on your waist. he felt your body tense as soon as he said those words.

“but, simon, i-“ you took a hard breath “i don’t know if that’s a good decision?” you thought maybe he felt pity for you, maybe he was just asking this as friends? “hey” simom said turning your face over to his “you don’t need to answer me right, just think about it yeah?“

“okay” you said in a small voice

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you remember how you never talked with him about moving in, even though you dated almost 2 years, commitment scared you, and him.

moving in with him was a serious talk, and you never dared to mention it. simon on the other hand never found the chance to ask you.

he hated when you left at night, hated when he came back to his flat alone, hated when he had to go running to your apartment because he fucking needed you so much.

by the time he was gathering the courage to ask you, distance made its appearance in your relationship. he ranked up, you were focused on your job. he knew your relationship was dying.

everytime he left he remembered the ring in his drawer. simon knew he was in love with you. yet never said anything, he never said i love you to you and neither you.

except for that night

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simon fucked your brains out that night, god knows which round was this, but you were exhausted as hell “come on baby, i know you can, just give me another one” simon had you on your back, legs pressed to your chest, grinding his cock on your pussy

it felt surreal, he kept hitting all the spots that made you see stars, you were crying by now, whining his name like a mantra “i can’t simon, it’s too much” simon just shutted your mouth with his lips, his forearms were next to you head, feeling his hands hold your face delicately.

until one of his hands moved downwards. you were so cockdrunk you didn’t even feel it. simon in an instantstarted circling your clit so fast, slapping it every now and then.

it was overstimulating you. but in a good way “s-simon it feels so good” you were a moaning mess now, everything felt so good you were sure you were about to pass out.

“come on love, i want you to cum with me” he was holding his orgasm back, he could feel your breasts pushed on his chest everytime he moved, your nipples too. he was such a boob man he was adoring this. his other hand on your head moved until he could grab one of your breasts.

he started pinching your nipple, rubbing it, grabbing your breast and just holding in there, everything felt so fucking good to you you didn’t even feel your orgasm coming

“oh my fucking god” he could feel your orgasm approaching making him start pounding on you so hard your hips were probably gonna have bruises tomorrow “there you go sweetheart, cum on my fucking cock” and that was all you needed.

simon just saw the way you closed your eyes, grabbed his back with all your force and moaned so fucking loud. he came in an instant. thick ropes of cum painting your walls white

you were so focused on your orgasm you never noticed you started squirting. hard. but simon did, making him cum again. he could see all your squirt on his abdomen, coming out so quick of you he even pulled his cock out of you to see it.

in a second he felt another orgasm coming, the view was so erotic he cummed on the spot. he was on his knees now, no hands needed, just seeing his cock squeeze all his cum out his hands squeezing your thighs. he was a moaning mess too, his abs clenching everytime he cummed. he felt another thick rope of cum, making him lose his force for a second, almost falling on top of you, but he managed to keep his forearms up.

he wasn’t thinking when he started grinding his cock on your stomach, cum still coming out of him, and now near your breasts. you were slowly gaining consciousness again, feeling something gliding in your stomach.

it was until you saw simon’s cock grinding on your stomach you felt yourself squirting again, how the fuck? “simon” you moaned his name so loud you were sure the neighbours were going to complain.

“i’m here baby, fuck, i can see the mess your making from here” you could feel the sheets wet under you, blush coming full force in your cheeks.

“look at all you made me cum” you felt simon’s hands on your face now. you could see half of your stomach covered with his cum. you could also feel all of simon’s cum coming out of your cunt. the sheets were definetly stained now.

you weren’t thinking when you moved your hand and gathered all his cum on your fingers, putting them on your mouth

simon was getting hard again “you tryna make me cum again doll?” you just laughed mischeviously

you locked your eyes on him smiling “come on, i need to clean you up love”

one thing about simon is his aftercare is from another world, he peppered you with kisses while you were on the bath, on your neck, on your head, on your shoulders, just everywhere.

you were seated in front of him. simon was busy cleaning your body, his hands roaming all over your body, specifically your breasts, he stayed there massaging them for a while, just playing with your nipples.

“simon” you whined, he was overstimulating you :( “sorry love, got carried away”

simon changed the sheets while you were inside the bathroom brushing your hair, he just put on his sweatpants no boxers and waited for you in bed

as soon as you laid in bed and curled up on his chest, exhaustion began.

“i’m sorry for the mess” you slurred on his chest, simon just laughed softly “nothing to be sorry about love, that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen”

you just punched his chest, and in an instant you were dead asleep. simon stayed awake for a while, just seeing your sleeping form made him feel something inside him.

he couldn’t see himself without you, you were his everything now, a part of his life.

“i love you” he said it so low you couldn’t even hear his chest rumble. simon just kissed you on the head and brought you closer to his chest.

the next morning simon had a painful erection, and you were practically on top of him. you woke up feeling something between your legs, but, connected the dots fast.

“horny aren’t we?” you whispered, simon was still asleep.

you moved yourself sideways, and brought your hand closer to his sweats. as soon as you brought them down and saw he wasn’t wearing any boxers, your mouth watered.

his erection just popped out on top of his stomach, painfully red, and waiting to let his cum out. let’s just say you spent your morning pleasuring simon as much as you could 🫠

୨♡୧

simon always knew your relationship was based on actions rather than words.

you always organized his apartment when he left for a mission, cleaned his room, cooked for him, practically spoiling him everytime he came back from a mission.

and the ring always stayed hidden on his desk drawer, even after you broke up with him, he still kept in inside his drawer, never wanting to forget you he still loved you so much

-

you couldn’t sleep that night. simon stayed and helped you clean up your apartment, the domesticity of it making your mind run a million thoughts was moving in a good decision? maybe it’s time to leave this place, it’s full of bad memories now you thought.

yet a small part of you was scared, scared of fucking it up with him, scared of doing something wrong. your previous relationship messed up your head, making it harder for you to trust.

as you were cooking the next day, a subtle nervousness bubbled inside you. thoughts of moving in with him filled your mind with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

deep down, you couldn't deny the genuine desire for being with him again, you could do things right this time. the anticipation of sharing your space with simon and intertwining lives together brought a beautiful vulnerability to the relationship.

maybe this was what you both needed. and that’s when it hit you, simon didn’t text you today, you did tell him you needed to think about it, yet you felt anxious, what if he left again for a mission? you would miss your chance!

a sudden warm feeling settled in your chest, you longed for him, the desire to be with him again surged very quick. it wasn't just about moving in with him; it was to feel the comfort of his presence, to be wrapped in the safety of his arms. in that moment, the anxiety you felt transformed into a yearning that could only be eased by the simple pleasure of being close to him once more.

it was snowing outside, yet that didn’t stop you, you grabbed your jacket and left running. the cold was hitting your face very hard now, making it red, but you didn’t care anymore, you needed to be with him.

you saw the familiar block near you and felt the anxiety on throat. thoughts of what he might think, what he could say, echoed relentlessly in your mind. creating a knot in your stomach.

each passing second intensified the unease, desperately hoping for reassurance and warmth.

outside his door, your heart raced as you knocked, the sound echoing your anxiety. the moment he opened it, your eyes locked, and without a word, you kissed him.

desperation fueled your actions you instinctively reached for his shirt collar, pulling him closer. you felt home again

the kiss held pent-up emotions, longing and a silent plea for closeness. time seemed to pause as your lips met, the intensity of the connection momentarily eclipsing any lingering uncertainties.

his response was immediate, a reciprocation of the intensity that crackled in the air. the outside world faded away as the kiss deepened, becoming a language of its own.

it was a fusion of passion and reassurance, a shared moment that spoke volumes without a single word. his arms enveloped you, drawing you even closer, as if trying to bridge any emotional gap that lingered between you both.

in the intense embrace, the worries of what might be said or regretted melted away, replaced by the warmth of him. he pulled away first, breathing hard, his deep voice getting you out of your trance.

breathless, you looked up at him, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "what am I doing here? i needed to see you. needed this" you replied, your voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.

he blinked, a mix of surprise and concern in his eyes. "you walked here?" a gentle worry in his voice as he pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. the warmth of his apartment was a stark contrast to the chilly night.

“maybe” you said shyly, simon just got rid of your jacket, holding you at arms length. “bloody hell, you’ll catch a cold” simon worried voice spoke.

"i don't care about the cold," you confessed, meeting his gaze. "i care about being with you."

"i came here to say i do want to move in with you," you admitted, the words escaping with a vulnerability that surprised even you. "i need you, need us to be together."

simon didn't respond with words. instead, he silenced your worries with another passionate kiss. it was a response that spoke louder than any affirmation could.

simon picked you up, and held you very close to him, he had you back again. you felt the door behind you now, making simon put his hand behind your head. the kiss felt so deep you could feel how simon felt.

he thought maybe you would leave him again, maybe he spoke too early, but as soon as you said those words, relief washed all over him. you were his again.

“i missed you so fucking much” you said with such a fragile voice, emotions getting the best out of you

as simon wrapped his arms around your waist, a sudden wave of emotion engulfed you, threatening to spill over.

the realization that he was by your side again, became almost overwhelming. the words caught in your throat as you fought back tears, unable to contain the warmth that engulfed your chest.

your quiet voice admitted it "i missed you so so much" a simple yet profound truth that carried the weight of every lonely moment you had endured in his absence.

"i missed you too doll, more than words can say" he responded, his voice laced with a sincerity that mirrored the intensity of your emotions.

a shared acknowledgment of the profound impact of your connection. as you held each other again, you felt genuine joy of being together again.

“just know that you won’t get rid of me now, nor ever” a promise simon felt deep in his heart. you kissed him again laughing a little.

simon smiled in between the kiss, sealing the joy of being together again.. he had you back again ♡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

my man deserves happiness 😖

AHHHHHH y’all just wait, i’ll make a make up sex drabble after this 😏

but! this was the actual last chapter! hope u liked this small series!!!! 🤎🤎🤎

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DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

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✦ about: something happened when simon left, something you don’t want him to know, yet when he comes back, your reaction to him gave him all the answers.

✦ content: afab reader, graphic violence mentions, mentions of possible s/a, panic attack, blood, knife, death mentions, anxiety, depressive thoughts, no mentions of y/n

✦ a/n: ehehe wrote this in one go 🫠

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

just a week has passed since simon left, enough for a certain psycho come back to you.

you were trying to sleep in your room, cold weather making you all cuddled up in your bed. after a long session of work today pulled an all nighter, your body was begging for a rest. which was what you thought you would be doing.

an hour of tossing around in your bed, a sudden sound woke you up, it was weird, like someone was pushing around something. you thought it was maybe a neighbor moving around a table or so. it was barely 8pm, but winter made the sky look darker right now, making it look like it was 3 am.

a minute later you heard it again, but this time louder and clearer. that was definitely not a neighbor, it sounded way too close to you. you felt fear creeping up on you, was someone on window?

a million thoughts spiraled inside your mind, that couldn’t be him, he was arrested wasn’t he? maybe something crashed on your window? a bird? who fucking knows, you tried not to think it could be him.

you always had very good hearing, and it was very useful right now. slow but deep footsteps were heard, like they were trying to find something or someone.

by now you were sure none of your friends were inside your home, they always told you when they would come over. definitely an intruder, you thought.

immediately you grabbed the knife next to your bed, reminding you of simon

-

“keep it love, you never know what could happen” a worried stare was evident in his eyes “acting like i live in the most insecure neighbor simon” you said softly laughing “i’ll be okay, nothing has ever happened here” oh how wrong you were

-

your heart was beating so loud you couldn’t even hold the knife correctly, you were standing beside your door now.

the air in the room was way too cold, making the leggings and sweatshirt you were wearing not helping at all, you were shivering so bad you could drop the knife.

holding the knife stronger, you heard the footsteps closer to you, and faster, making you dizzy for a second, what where you supposed to do know? just stab who ever was in your home?

you heard very subtle the door handle moving, making you hold your breath, slowly the door started opening, covering your entire frame, but you could see with the mirror in front of you who was it.

that’s when your heart stopped. he was supposed to be arrested! with the police officers! interrogating him! what the hell was he doing in here?!

his sick voice said your name, making you flinch, oh how you hated his voice, he started walking closer to your bed. the sheets making it look like you were there, hence why he started touching all your sheets trying to find you you were sure you were going to burn them now

you saw him looking around your room, until he stopped, and looked in the mirror. you moved as fast as the speed of light. but all his attention was on finding you, making him see the subtle movement.

in a second the door was closed, very loud, and he was smiling like a freak, you just showed him the knife, pointing at him “stop!” your voice sounded so fragile “don’t you dare step close to me”

he just made a small laugh sound making your insides turn sourly “why so scared? i just came here to talk” he said putting his arms up a little

“by breaking my door lock?” he took a step closer to you making you raise the knife higher “what is wrong with you?” your breath was making it harder for you to breathe “why don’t you leave me alone?” “because, you belonged to me, and you’ll belong to me again”

he grabbed your hand with the knife and twisted it, making you almost scream “get away from me!” you said pushing him with all your force, but that didn’t bother him at all, it almost looked like he liked it.

he pushed you to the wall, making you hit your head and loose your sight for a second “if you keep moving you’ll just hurt yourself dear” he managed to cross your arms in front of you, his face so close to you, making you nauseous. but you still had the knife with you.

“i said let go of me” you felt his hand wander lower to your leggings, making you panick, his other hand was on your throat, if you didn’t do it know, you would go unconscious.

his chest was pushing your arms to you, but you managed to move your arm with the knife lower, closer to his stomach. the bastard was so focused on his hand near your lower parts he never saw you still had the knife

you were going dizzy by now, your hand was loosing force but you found all the strength in you to do it. the moment you felt his hand touch your lower part, you angled your hand to his stomach, stabbing him so deep he screamed.

“you fucking bitch!” he stopped choking you, slowly moving to the floor. you felt the air again inside you, tears coming out of you.

you let go of the knife, your eyes were so wide you couldn’t even breathe properly, what the fuck did you just do? you just stabbed a person psycho. you stood there in shock for about 5 seconds, what am i supposed to do now? you thought panicked.

the blood was spreading fast on your carpet, making you nervous, it wasn’t a pretty sight. you grabbed the wall behind you for support and moved to the side fast.

but it seemed like he still had a bit of life left, he grabbed your ankle while you were walking, making you double over to the bed, you didn’t have much strength left, making it easier for him to drag you to him.

you grabbed the duvet with all your force and moved yourself up to the bed. your phone was on the other side of it, making you stain the duvet with his blood. you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and called 911. you could’t see him bleed out in front of you, in your room.

…

never did you ever thought you would stab someone, let alone your ex. it’s been 3 weeks since the attack, and you never told your friends. you were still in shock you stabbed someone, how would they react?

police finally got him inside jail, you installed a camera with simon before he left outside your apartment, psycho didn’t see it, all his breaking the lock thingy act was evidenced.

he was arrested, and a trial was going to happen. you had to testify. a part of you was terrified to see him again, you stabbed someone, you still see his blood in your room.

you were somehow calm to know he was in jail for now, but that didn’t mean your paranoia left.

every night you woke up almost screaming, the nightmares were eating you alive by now, your eyes were begging for sleep, yet you couldn’t. you see him in your dreams and you hate it.

your friends were worried, they just saw you slowly pass from energetic and glowy to almost sick. you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell them. you hung out less with them too, every once a week maybe.

all these madness was making you sick in the head, body and soul. your apartment was a mess, your dishes were dirty, your poor cat even looked worried for you, going you almost everywhere you went around the apartment.

you knew simon was coming back anytime now, add it to the list of things worrying you. will he be back? is he okay? what else could happen now? you dying? that could probably be much better than enduring whatever the hell is happening.

you just wanted a pretty life away from any danger, him, and be at peace. it seems like it’s all the opposite now. it was shameful how depressed you were. you couldn’t bring yourself to even make the bed. your thoughts were depressive as hell, guilt as well on yourself.

you lost track of time, you weren’t sure if it’s been already a month or maybe a week has passed again. therefore it was quite the surprise when simon was infront of your bedroom door, confused as hell.

simon was back now, he had a long talk with price, managing to stay here for a while again, with no unexpected missions. he was almost dying to see you again, how were you? what have you done? perhaps something new related to your job, he was all excited to see you again.

as soon as simon knocked on your door, the door moved, did you knew he was coming back? he thought, what he didn’t know is you were scared to call someone to fix your door lock, what if they knew you live alone and stalked you? ptsd was on you again.

you just pushed a bunch of chairs in front of your door and tried to sleep, keyword tried. simon moved even more the door, and heard all the chairs screeching, what the hell?

you knew sleep deprivation was gonna make you crazy anytime now, so you decided to take a sleep pill, it seemed like today was going to be your first day to sleep more than 3 hours.

simon moved through your flat, and saw all the mess, he knew you were very tidy, ocd, yet when he saw your plants almost dying and a big pile of dirty dishes, he knew something was wrong.

even though you were deeply sleeping, your body was still on high alert, meaning as soon as the chairs screeched, your body bolted up, your hand instinctively grabbing the knife next to you.

you were scared, to say the least. your neighborhood was very safe, the only person that could be coming inside was him again. you felt your throat close. he’s in jail. you repeated that mantra in your head.

simon never crossed your mind, that he is back. you stood again beside your door, seeing the door handle moving slowly. it all felt familiar again, the tears threatening to fall again.

as soon as the door opened, you went for it, you moved infront of the door with the knife on your hand “don’t mov-“

simon. was infront of you, with part of his gear still on, wide eyes as same as you. “you’re back?” simon heard how fragile your voice was, your body was practically trembling with fear. in an instant he connected the dots

“did the bastard do something?” you heard his harsh words, and slowly realized he knew what happened. anyone who came inside your flat could see the signs “he-he is in jail, what do you mean?”

you were denying it, in front of simon, a soldier who may have a 6th sense. “don’t lie to me love, and please, drop the knife” his tone wasn’t as harsh as before, yet you knew he was getting impatient “i’m not lying, i’m okay simon” you said angrily wiping your tears.

you moved behind and hid your knife quickly “you’re saying, you a total control freak, with a literal mess on her home, chairs on your door, may i say your lock broken, and ready to stab me, is okay?” you freezed spot on

your back was to him so he couldn’t see your scrunched up face “stop, please” stop what?” he scoffed “don’t try getting all angry at me, what the fuck happened in here?”

simon was mad at you, that’s what you thought, but he was worried sick inside, he thought the bastard was in jail now “i’m sorry okay” you said facing him “i’m not okay right now and i would appreciate it if you left me alone” simon knew you didn’t mean those words, but he saw how stubborn you were acting, and decided to take your words “fine, i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want”

you saw him walking out as fast as possible, closing the door to your room. you panicked, anxiety making it’s way to your throat. you didn’t mean that at all:(

“wait simon” you said crying outside your door, he was on the first step of stairs, and just turned his head to you, not even his back. he knew you wouldn’t let him go.

“i’m sorry okay? this is very hard to me” you said clutching your door with all your force “i’m not okay right now, and it’s hard for me to-to” you were hyperventilating, simon was in front of you in an instant “hey, breathe for me please?”

he walked you backwards, until you hit a chair. simon just turned you around and closed your door pushing the chairs. he dragged you to your sofa, but made the mistake of grabbing your wrists, you winced and moved your hands away from him.

you tried hiding them from him, but he just manhandled you until you were on top of his big thighs, and your arms on display for him. he saw all the bruises, more specific, the hand prints on your arms.

you just snatched your arms from his hands and moved all the way to the other side of the sofa “don’t, please” he saw your angry stare on him. which rarely happened. maybe this was more serious than he initially thought

“will you tell me what happened?” you were trying to contain the sobs, this would be the first you would talk about it, and it wasn’t going so good.

simon felt a big wall in between you, it’s almost like you were a whole different person. he saw you looking straight past him, a lost gaze on you

maybe it was actually good if he left “look” he took a deep breath “just know that i’ll be here when you need me” he was dying to know what happened even though he knew what happened. as soon as he stood up your words frozed him “i stabbed him” he heard your small voice, shaking with fear again.

simon just turned his face to you “what did you just said?” he was not expecting this at all

“i said i fucking stabbed him simon, and it’s making me fucking crazy” you said in between angry breaths.

“i keep seeing him on my bedroom floor, his blood staining everything, and i just can’t erase that image out of my head” your head was in between your legs now, guilt building inside you

“i’m going on trial next saturday” you muttered

simon just stood you up, startling you for a second, and held your face on his hands “don’t you dare feel guilt on you right now” you just stared at his chest. simon moved your face up to his eyes “you heard me?” his deep voice was very close to you now. “you defended yourself okay?, i don’t know what the hell happened in here, but what i do know is that the bastard deserved it”

you felt like you could breath again, all the tension in your body left. you just needed to hear it, to know you weren’t at fault.

you knew what he said was true, making the tears fall freely from your eyes. you slowly moved your arms up to his back and held him close to you.

“i know, but still, it feels so fucking weird, i never thought i would do that in my life” he knew very well how you felt. he moved his head on top of yours and kissed it “i know, but i’m here for you know aren’t i?”

you felt simon take a deep breath. he needed to let it out, being without you felt empty, and he promised himself that after this mission he had, he would never let you go

you moved your head, practically craning all your neck to see him, his deep voice rumbling in his chest “i regret myself for letting you go in the past, even more now, perhaps you wouldn’t be dealing with all of this if i fought harder for you” did you just saw a tear on simon’s face? it was very dark, so maybe you were wrong

“all i know is that i won’t make that mistake again love, will you allow me to be in your life again?”

he felt anxiety inside him, he wasn’t sure if you would accept, it would be totally okay though, he understands, he did just left you for a month. he didn’t realize he was inside his head overthinking until you moved your soft hands to his face.

“simon you were already in the moment i saw you again” he felt his heart stop, you had a soft smile on your face. he grabbed your face again with his left hand.

you saw him put his forehead on top of yours, your lips so close to each other, with just a slight movement and you could kiss each other.

you moved yourself closer to him, your lips almost touching his, until you felt simon’s fingers on top of your lips “wait” he saw your doe eyes move up to him, a questioning gaze on him “i need to ask you something” “go on” you were impatient now, you needed to fell his soft lips on you again

“will you move in with me?”

your heart stopped, were you dreaming?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AHHHH cliffhanger 😏

i think the next part will be the last one!!!!!!!

perhaps a little angst will make an appearance 👁️

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DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

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✦ about: being around simon again felt surreal, but duty calls = past memories flood back ;(

✦ content: afab reader, fluff, breakup mentions, no mask, no mentions of y/n.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

opening your eyes, a strong smell of pancakes hit you, making your stomach rumble. sleeping more than 15 hours was making you feel like you had an empty hole in your stomach. at first, you thought lily was cooking for you, it was very usual that lily stayed over in your flat. but this sight you were not expecting it at all!

as you stood up, you forgot about your leg, you felt the pain creep up, but you made it wincing up to the door, feeling pain on your hip now, but hunger was making you desperate!

when you opened the door, you froze. you saw simon, with no shirt on, his back to you, cooking pancakes, for you? you had no idea he stayed over, in fact, you don’t remember very good what happened yesterday, this was quite the surprise.

you stood there for god knows how long, thinking you were being discrete, but you must’ve known by now simon has a 6th sense “see anything you like” his deep voice alone made you squirm on your spot. when did he saw you?

but you woke up confident today, not even thinking the slightest before you talked “what can i say? i’ve always loved your back” simon was taken a back for a second, maybe the meds were still on you.

“why are you even up? you shouldn’t walk by yourself” simon knew you wouldn’t do what the doctor told you and stand up by yourself hence why he was shirtless.

“i can! look, just give me a minute” simon turned and saw you taking one step at a time, not wanting to show your limping, and just laughed to himself, if there was one thing you would never ask for, is for help.

simon turned off the stove and walked over to you “will you ever ask for help?” just when simon was in front of you, your leg decided to stop functioning for a second, making you almost fall over, but once again, simon put his hands around your back, making stand up in front of his chest.

you got distracted for a second, just admiring his chest from here, you could sleep in there for ever! you felt simon nudge you by poking you on your left side of your waist, he knew you were way too ticklish, so you made a very embarrassing shriek “simon!” you said trying to move away from him, but he had very strong arms which you loved “don’t do that” you said pouting.

“then stop trying to hurt yourself love” there was that nickname again, and the blush coming up your neck. even more when suddenly simon put his arms around your thighs and picked you up. “wha-what are you doing?!” simon just started walking to your kitchen, you felt one of his hands on your waist, and the other under your thighs. maybe on the outside you were acting shocked, but you were enjoying this.

“i’m not done cooking” you were so close to him now, that you could feel his deep voice resonating on his chest, again, you could sleep here forever. simon put you on top of the counter next to the stove. he stayed in between you for a few seconds, maybe he is going to say something you thought but he just moved to turn on the stove again.

after a very nice and full breakfast with simon, you told him you would clean the dishes, he obviously refused, but a phone call suddenly sounded on your flat. simon just took a deep breath “sorry love, need to take that” he sounded disappointed “sure, no problem!” now you could clean the dishes simon making a whole breakfast for you was making you feel guilty because you never helped at all :(

by the time you finished cleaning, simon emerged out of your room, you couldn’t read his body language, but the air in the room changed. “come ‘ere, just leave that” simon picked you up again. shrieking you said “stop picking me up simon!” you said in between nervous laughs “if i don’t do this, you’ll try walking all by yourself” he just knew you so well…

he lowered you to your sofa, sitting next to you. he put you sideways, so when he sat, your ankles could lay on his lap. you felt his hands massage your ankles softly miracle hands “uh” simon seemed nervous “what?” you said with a small laugh “i need to leave love” for a second, you felt all the blood drain from you, was he leaving you, for you good? you knew it was too good to be true. him being here with you again, he probably felt bad for you

“leaving? what do you mea-“

“i mean that i’m being deployed, for a month”

-

simon remembers this was the exact reason you two broke up, it was hard being with someone you could see just for a week, or days sometimes. he understood that, and you were in all your right to do that.

“simon, i’m sorry, it’s just too much” simon saw you all cuddled up in the couch, he just came back from deployment, and the first thing he saw was you, the tv off, a numb gaze to the wall. anxiety building in his stomach. he knew something was wrong ever since he left.

“what do you mean?” he kneeled in front of you grabbing your legs, extending them to the floor so he could lay his hands on your knees “every time you leave, i’m worried sick about you, i can barely see you now!”

that was true, he could barely see you now that he was promoted to lieutenant, meaning he had to be more time on base, deployed, working, etc. while he was happy to be ranked up to this level, he knew your relationship was slowly dying.

he could feel you shaking from where he was, the way he could also feel your next words “i don’t think i’m prepared for this simon, i just can’t”

simon felt all the air on him leave, he saw it coming, yet he never thought of how would he react. he just moved his hands from your knees, and just stared at your legs “i’m sorry simon, i know i always told you i would never leave, but, it’s hard for me” he saw the tears threatening to fall again.

breaking up with him was a very hard decision you made. simon was your life, your love and happiness, you knew deep down this was a bad decision. but it was too much. anxiety was worse everytime he left. not joking, every time he left you felt like 15 years of your life passed. your anxiety was just way too bad. you couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep. it was like your soul left with him, which was such a weird feeling for you perhaps it was love but you never said it out loud.

“hey, it’s okay, i understand it, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be worried for a bastard like m-“ “you’re not a bastard simon”

you never let simon talk bad about himself, even when you’re in the middle of a breakup.

-

simon didn’t feel right all the time he was without you, like something was missing with him. yet, he dealt with it. but now, having you with him again, the need to protect you 1000x more, and having to leave again, was making him anxious

“oh” he could hear the disappointment in your voice “where will you be going?” “mexico” “hot weather huh?, will you be prepared for that?” “love, i’ve been in a desert for a month, i’m sure as hell i’ll be okay” you felt simon intense stare on you, you knew what he was thinking

“riley, please, it’s been 2 years.” you said holding his hand softly “it’s your job, who am i to stop you?” you said smiling. it was true, being a soldier was what he decided to do, and he is proud as hell for that, as well as you “just come back okay?” “promise love” “and bring me a leaf or a rock, please” you asked simon smiling at him, and who was he to deny you?

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a month without him ;’(

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DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

PREV ✦ PART 2 ✦ NEXT

✦ about: after yesterday’s incident, simon is there for you. at all times. even when you try to push him away :(

✦ content: afab reader, fluff, panic attacks, inaccurate medical terms xd, pining, violence mentions, no mask , hospital, no mentions of y/n

✦ a.n: part of this story is based on my personal experience, #definitelynotprojecting

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WAKING up in the hospital wasn’t what confused you the most, it was the weight of something, rather someone, in your arm. you felt your head dizzy, remembering yesterday’s events.

you were unconscious for the most part, but you do remember simon threatening the doctors they took care of you in that moment. simon was very panicked and angry, he couldn’t believe someone could do that to you, let alone a man.

he was desperate knowing who he was, so, he asked lily. lily was indecisive if telling him the story, i mean, she has no idea what’s your story with simon, you never told her he was your boyfriend soon to be husband

“look, i just remember they met in a meeting or something like that, i never saw her happy with him, it always seemed like she was just trying to move on about someone” simon felt a pang in his chest. he never knew anything about how you dealed with the breakup, he went away for as long as he could.

“the bastard started controlling her, and it was hard for her impossible to break up with him, the night she came from a long work trip, she found him in her flat, angry as hell. trying to force her to go move in with him and leave her work”

simon remembers how passionate you were while learning languages, being a translator was your dream, you just loved languages. he was happy to know you were still doing it :)

“the psycho tried to force her and started pushing her around, trying to take her out of her flat, i arrived just in time, i called 911 and they took him out of her flat. since there was no proof of him hurting her, police couldn’t give him a restriction order”

simon felt anger boiling up to him, how dare someone tried touching you like that?

an hour later, the doctor came out, telling simon your hip was fractured, the doctors managed to solve it, all you needed now was fisio therapy. and lots of rest. doctor said you would have a limp for a while when you walked, so you would need help while walking, simon ears perked at that, he could be near you now.

you were still unconscious, the anesthesia they gave you was hard on you. you were okay though, but simon didn’t think for a second he would leave your side.

he slept next to you that night. “i’m s’ sorry love” he said in a small whisper “i thought distance would b’good too, should’ know i needed to fight harder for you.” simon took a deep breath

“maybe then, you wouldn’t be here” knowing you dated this bastard, trying to move on, made him feel a bit guilty inside.

as you opened your eyes, your eyes moved to your left, you saw simon, his head on your arm, and his hand holding yours. you felt heat rush to your cheeks. he looked so peaceful like that. you always loved sleeping next to him, engulfed by his big arms, you always slept like a baby next to him :(

you slowly moved your other hand, and moved it to simon’s hair, soft as ever, making small patterns on his hair. you stared at him for what it felt like forever. maybe they were 5 minutes, but you really appreciated seeing simon again.

you felt when simon woke up, he was awake a while ago, but he wanted to feel your hands on him his muscles tensed up, and his hand tightened on your hand. the way he moved his head to look at you, made your cheeks even redder. he had this lazy look, his hair a mess, but his eyes held something when he looked at you. “love? you awake?” his deep voice made your thighs clench unconsciously, it sounded way too good.

“yes” you said breathlessly, simon sat up and started stretching, he was clearly in a very uncomfortable position, his black shirt moved up a little bit, making you see a clear outline of his abs. your face was a tomato at this point

“i’ll call the doctor, love” that nickname was making you feel things, how come in less that a minute he’s making you all flustered? you thought you moved on!

after 5 minutes of a medical check up, the doctor explained what happened to you, and of course, you felt the tears threaten to fall. you try hard to keep them inside, but it was really hard, you felt ashamed with yourself:(

lily came back after an hour of being in silence with simon, a lot of thoughts were spiraling on your head, where is he? is he at the police station? will you be safe in your home?

lily brought you a change of clothes, doctors gave you the heads up, but you need to come here every once a week for fisio. your sweater covered most of the bruises the bastard left you, making you less uncomfortable. being around simon in this state was making you feel weird.

as you tried standing up on the bed, your left leg gave out, making you almost fall, but simon’s hand was on your waist, firm on there, making you blush again, his hand felt so good around you you almost forgot your leg was hurting you .

he effectively caged you in between the bed, you didn’t dare to move your eyes, you were sure his lieutenant stare was on you right now. but you were so close to him, you could feel his muscled chest and his breath.

you saw simon moving to his side after a long minute, and move his left arm up, signaling you to grab it. you started waking out of the hospital with him, it felt weird, you were still processing the fact that he was here, and now you were waking with your arms intertwined?

you thought lily would be picking you up with simon, but turns out, simon brought his car, a jeep, when? god knows, but it was really good looking. simon helped you up, once again feeling his hands around your waist, so lovely. he helped you buckle up, again really close to you. all of this was making you confused. neither of you said a word.

the ride home was awkward, for simon, he didn’t know what to say, you didn’t say anything, and you, you were feeling shame, a lost gaze on the road. simon saw that and felt his heart clench, he didn’t like seeing you sad.

the elevator to your flat was not working, so, simon the oh so gentleman decided to carry you “wait! no simon, it’s okay, you don’t nee-!” he was carrying you bridal style, his big arms carrying you, one holding your waist, and the other your legs, you just hid your face on his chest.

simon smiled at that, it was so easy getting you flustered, and he must admit, he really missed having you in his arms.

by the time you were inside your flat, you just told him you needed to go to the bathroom.

you needed an excuse to get away from him, it was really shameful, not seeing each other for 2 years and now, he sees you a mess, not even able to walk correctly.

so many thinking made you start hyperventilating, not realizing, and a small sob made your way up to your throat.

simon, obviously, heard that, in less than a second he was on the door “love? you okay?” you heard simon outside making you cry now. you couldn’t see him right now.

“open the door love” simon said softly, he felt the need to hold you, that’s what he did everytime you cried

“no simon, please, just go” you said defeatedly, you had no control over your mind right now, and you didn’t want to hurt simon’s feelings.

“please, baby open the door” his soft voice made you weak, oh his soft voice that was only for you. you opened the door slowly. simon saw you, holding to your dear life on the bathroom’s counter. it was clear you couldn’t stand good by yourself.

“love” simon said approaching you, you just shaked your head, all the emotions of yesterday creeping up on you right now. “no, simon, please” sobbing, you seriously didn’t want him to see you like that

“you’ll hurt yourself like that, please let me help you” simon walked slowly to you, you just held his arms strong, still shaking your head, suddenly simon hoisted you up in his waist, taking care of your leg of course.

he got you up in the counter, and stood in between your legs “simon” you whimpered “what’s wrong huh? you don’t want me here?” you shaked your head, the exhaustion and all the emotions of yesterday and today was making you dizzy “it’s not that” with a small breath you looked at him on the eyes “i don’t like you seeing you seeing me like this, i feel ashamed, you stayed up all night with me on that room, and i appreciate it a lot, but i don’t to want to be a burden to you” you said in between breaths.

simon was confused for a second, he’s seen you cry a lot, you’ve cried on his arms, sobbed uncontrollably with him, why would you feel ashamed of being like this in front of him “simon, t-the situation” you took a shaky breath “that you saw yesterday, i, i don’t know how to explain it, i’m so ashamed it got like that”

“baby, hey look at me” his big hands cupped your face “i’m here for you okay, i know there’s been a lot of distance between us, but i’m here now ok?” simon put his forehead with yours, you were so close to him now, and the need to kiss him was strong, you thought he would want to leave.

“i, i don’t want to bother you” you said lowering your gaze to his chest, but simon just moved your head to his eyes “you are not a bother to me at all love” said simon smiling, and you surprised him by putting your arms around a him, hugging him tightly to you. you had your arms around his waist , and your face on hidden in his neck. simon felt warm inside, taking a second to react, he put his arms around your waist like he used to and pushed you tighter to him, you felt at peace with him, feeling his arms rub small circles on your back.

maybe it was a mistake breaking up with him, but you have him back now,

maybe the universe is giving you another chance, and you won’t let it miss

“come on baby, you need to rest” simon said carrying you to your bed. you tightened your hold on him when he dropped you to your bed, making simon make a small laugh “please you koala, you need to rest” simon was in between your legs again, with his forearms next to your head “stay here” you said almost slurring, the meds were clearly messing with your head right now, “i’ll be here, you don’t have to worry”

5 minutes later you laid fast asleep in your bed. lily arrived to your flat later, and saw simon going out of your room “hey, the police told me he’s under investigation and arrest, but i don’t know for how long” simon saw the worry in lily’s eyes “i’ll keep her safe, let’s hope for the best yeah?”

it was now simon’s duty to keep you safe, he won’t ever let you go again. ♡

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hello hello! how was this?? i hope it was interesting, like i said fluff is my thingy, so, expect this to be really fluffy hehe.

i like the drama, but also the comfort, sooo, expect another dramatic chapter again hehe

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DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

PART 1 ✦ NEXT

✦ about: you and simon were lovers, but simon´s duty drifted apart your relationship. 2 years later simon comes back after a long mission and reunites with his friends again, what he didn´t expect was seeing you again.

✦ content: afab reader, anxiety, blood mentions, graphic descriptions of violence, stalker ex, protective simon, pining, reunited love, civilian life, no mask, panick attack, eventual smut, psycho, no mentions of y/n

✦ a.n: an idea of the outfit i had in mind :]

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STANDING before your mirror, cold winter air strokes your hair, you keep trying your best to conceal your puffy eyes with all the possible makeup you have. you couldn’t keep your thoughts in control, spiraling to the worst case scenario.

ever since you broke up with the crazy man, paranoia is all over you, triple checking your locks, telling your best friend where you’re going, until today.

-

lily bursts inside your flat “what the actual fuck is wrong with him?” you thought the same, not believing what you heard on the call “i don’t know if i should call the police, will they believe me? i have no actual proof of him calling me, the number was blocked” you said frowning, surprised how the situation escalated so quickly.

when you broke up with him it was crazy to say the least, he was becoming this crazy jealous boyfriend every time you travelled because of work. working for the government as a translator caused you to travel a lot. but every time you came back, he started making arguments out of nowhere, making you confused as into why he was so mad everytime you came back, slowly realizing he didn’t trust you.

he was following you everywhere on his phone, always texting you, practically exploding with anger if you didn’t answer in less than 5 minutes. god forbid if you were at a meeting with your phone on silence, hell would come when you came back to your flat.

when the breakup came, he started throwing all these false accusations of you, cheater, you don’t care about me, blah blah blah and threats, it took you a call to the police to get the bastard out of your flat. but that didn’t calm your nerves. his words on the phone call today resonating on your head:

“don’t think i forgot about you, ill get you back again” his sick voice making you feel ill, but you won’t let a man control you.

-

you agreed coming to the pub because if he dares to come close to you and do something, you would be in public, and there would be proof. what you never expected was seeing him again.

as soon as you walked inside, the cozy ambient put you at ease, it was a small pub, lightly decorated of christmas. it was saturday, so of course it would be full today. you saw lily approaching you, with a big mischevious smile on his face, finding it odd

"hey you!" you said to lily hugging her close "you won’t believe it! chris brought someone new today! said he’s an old friend from the military” said lily raising her eyebrows at you, making you laugh, you weren’t really interested to seeing someone new right now.

simon saw the interaction at far, wondering who was behind lily, she was covering her entire frame “got eyes on someone?” chris asked suddenly “what? no, just curious who’s behind her” the moment he said that, lily moved, making simon’s heart freeze.

he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you. all dolled up, beautiful as ever, a long black coat not hiding your curves under the skin tight black dress at all, the all black outfit complementing your absolutely beautiful face, those black tights making your legs look lovely in those high knee boots, to say he was in a trance was the least, he didn’t even realize you were in front on him, a very deep blush covering your cheeks, your scarf not helping you at all.

“simon?” he missed your voice, your soft angelic voice that brought him comfort after the hell he endured in a long mission, your voice that assured him everyday that he was loved.

you heard him say your name, making your heart stop for a second, it’s been a while 2 years since you heard his deep voice. you just kept staring at him, a bit wide eyed.

he felt his voice thick with emotion, aching to touch you again and feel your soft hands on him “so you are the old friend huh” you said after simon didn’t moved at all he was shocked

what a small world you thought “you know him?” asked lily to you in a small voice “uhm, yeah! long time ago though”

-

you just parted ways and never contacted each other again you were scared you would bother him if you called to see how he was simon went to a long mission, kept small contact with you, but he could see the distance that was growing between you both. he understood the breakup, quite healthy actually, but that didn’t mean you didn’t love each other anymore, it was hard dealing with the distance.

2 years passed, simon thinking of you practically 24/7, wondering where you were, thinking if he should call you to see how you were, and 2 years of you trying to move on, never forgetting him, matter of fact, you kept thinking of the breakup over and over again, thinking maybe you made a wrong choice.

after a while you thought maybe dating again would help, but you accidentally picked a very wrong guy a psycho to catch feelings for.

-

you could feel his stare on you as you moved to sit next to him, the only seat left, even though the table was big, simon chose to sit on the side where he had no chairs beside him on both sides, so he could spread comfortably.

but now he had your knees on his left side, you bumped into them a little, muttering a small sorry, simon feeling warm inside after finally feeling you again

he was checking you out, similar to what you were doing, you noticed his arms got bigger, bulging from his hoodie, making your mind go to another complete direction, you hoped your scarf covered your cheeks.

as the night passed, simon saw the way you slowly passed from tipsy, to funny drunk, your scarf long forgotten, making simon eyes wander to your chest, he remembered that of you, everytime you drank, you literally became the embodiment of a comedian.

right now you were way too deep in a debate about cats, the wine making your head go back to what you usually debate when your drunk, cats plotting against humanity.

“i swear everytime those fur balls purr they get inside our minds” you slurred, confidently laying back on the chair nodding your head, “as soon as suzy makes that cute as hell sound, i’m on my knees for her, which is weird you guys! they are contrlling us!" grabbing your glass of vodka again, until you felt a hand on top of you

"okay okay! you know what?" chris's laugh was way too contagious, making you laugh with him as well "i think its enough for today, why don't we move this to your flat?"

after many failed attempts of trying to open your door, and laughing manically, you finally made it, inviting all in, you knew this was a good idea, chris and lily helped you plan all this, the closer they are with you, the less he could come close to you.

as simon passed in front of you, you made eye contact with him, all the memories came flooding back to you. you felt simon touch briefly your hand, making you feel warm inside.

everyone accommodated to your 2 big sofas in your living room, you had your small desk behind the sofas where you worked, and the kitchen on the right side, it was an open kitchen.

you, not wanting the party over, went directly to the kitchen to grab some wine “anyone wants a glass of wine?” they all said yes. the only ones missing were 2 of chris’ friends, they went to buy some beer.

after serving the glasses of wine, you remembered a talk you had with simon a while ago

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“doll, you really need to make this posters, i bet people would buy them, they are way too original” said simon looking to you, locking his arms around you, you were on his lap finishing a design, and simon kept distracting you with his small kisses here and there, on your neck mostly

“maybe in the future i will print them” you said with a small smile, nervous to show your works.

-

you nudged simon on his arms with a small smile and moved your head to your left side, where your room was “i want to show you something” simon was up in an instant.

as you opened the door to your room, you heard simon inhale deeply behind you, the alcohol making you forget what you two did inside this room simon literally rearranging your guts every night, you grabbed his big hand and moved him to sit on the bed, simon was very confused, because why on earth is he in your room.

you went behind your bookcase, and grabbed a big poster on your hand “look, i finally did it” simon was at loss of words, it was a design you both made one night, it had a special meaning for you both.

you went to sit next to him “i print it to remember us” you said slurring a little, the alcohol was sure as hell making you very open to him. as you slowly put your head on his shoulder, simon freezed to the spot.

“i remember when we made it” his gruff voice said, giving you shivers down your spine, you were so close to him, feeling his heartbeat on you, wondering if he felt how fast was yours beating.

you moved your head up to look at him, and he could feel your eyes on him, not daring to move his eyes because he would definitely kiss you right there. you just looked so beautiful tonight. “i still do them on my free time, but this is the one i love the most”

your hand moved to his thigh unconsciously, you used to put your hand on his thigh anytime, you liked it. but you forgot you are in the present right now, and simon with his thigh tense “oh! sorry sorry! i think i drank a bit too much” you said laughing, standing up with the poster on his hand. “i-i need to go to the bath-bathroom, wanna join?” you said laughing and slurring way too much. when you moved to the door, your eyes widened, slapping your hand on your forehead “wait n-no, that’s when i shower, hah, for-forget my invitashion” you said nervously speed walking to your bathroom, leaving simon alone in your room, he laughed, he really missed you.

you grabbed your glass of wine after going to the bathroom, sitting next to simon on the sofa, he was really close to you, you could move just an inch and be on his lap, you really miss sitting there, your favorite spot, but your mind still has a bit of self control, so you just kept nudging him with your knee laughing, making simon feel warm inside for the 500th time tonight.

chris was telling a joke when you heard the doorbell ring, remembering the friends of chris went to buy beer, so, you stood up to go to the door alone, big mistake, you opened the door with a big smile on your face, until you saw him, on your door, with a deathly smile to you. any trace of alcohol in your body vanished, as well as your smile. you felt your heart stop for a second, fear coming all the way up to your throat.

your door had a small hallway, so your friends couldn’t see who was on your door, you just closed the door with any force you could “go away!” you muttered with a small voice, anxiety was making you not breathe well constricting your voice. simon heard that, making his breath stop for a moment.

you tried closing the door on him but he opened with a lot of force, almost breaking it. he started walking towards you.

“go away!” you screamed, trying to push him out of your apartment, but he had way too much strength. simon heard the scream and immediately stood up. in less than a second he saw your small frame pushed to the plant behind you making you hit your head. he saw this psycho push you even harder to the wall, making you whimper, and he went mad.

chris got there faster than simon, the sofa he was in was closer to the hallway, and tried pushing him out of you, but the psycho had more force than him, he just pushed him away to the floor.

you were on the floor, your nose bleeding, making you worried, even though your eyes were spiraling all over the room. you had your back to him making it hard to see his next move, a big punch on your left hip, making you scream.

the bastard stomped on your hip, a small crack was heard. your screams made simon see red. the man almost got on top on you, until simon grabbed him with all his force and moved him away from you, chris grabbed him and punched him in the face repeatedly, dragging him out of the apartment.

by then, you were crying hard, you couldn’t feel your leg anymore, there was blood on the floor, when did this happen? you felt the panick attack creeping up on you “simon?” you said in between breaths, lily was calling 911 near you. “i’m here doll, hey look at me, i’m right here” you tried finding him but you were seeing small spots on your eyes making you dizzy “fucking hell, lily we need to take her to the hospital” simon was panicked, you were about to go unconscious. who the hell was that guy?

“hey, doll, come on, look at me, yes just like that” you tried your hardest looking at him, but your leg hurted too much “my leg hurts! i can’t move it” you said between whimpers. simon tried to stand you up, but you just couldn’t “baby, you’ll be okay, try not to think of your leg okay?” you felt simon arms slowly carry you to the door, you were staining his shirt with your nose bleed, but he didn’t care, he just needed to get you to the hospital.

he managed to get you out of the door, until you started to see black all around you, the last thing you heard was your name from simon’s panicked voice.

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hiiii, so! how was part 1? i just finished writing this, but i’ll start tomorrow writing part 2, there’ll be little to no angst in this story i get way too anxious with that xd im a sucker for fluff so there will be quite a lot of fluff in here hehe

as you can see, i like adding a pic of the outfit jiji, but! feel free to imagine it as your own! :P

i had this story in my mind for like 3 months i kept daydreaming about it and thought huh 🤔 why don’t i make it a story , i finally wrote it down! yay #proud! anyways idk how many parts this will be, i’ll write the plot as it goes, but it will be most likely centered between reader x simon so! hope you liked it!!!

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thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.

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me, reading my own unfinished fic: gosh i hope the author updates soon