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@pseudopeachy
oh yeah. god forbid johnny is a little curious after hearing your unyielding cries and moans through the wall last night. it’s not his fault he wants to know what all the fuss is about. it can’t be as great as you’re advertising.
and of course he’s rummaging through your drawers to find yours. no he isn’t buying his own when yours is just waiting for him, tucked beneath your nearly folded underwear. it’s already charged up and everything!
it doesn’t take him long to get hard, not when he’s surrounded by all of your things, your smell, your sheets, the underwear he dug through to find your toy. he’s sporting a stiffy in no time at all.
he starts as usual, stroking up and down, gripping harder at the base and thrusting his hips up into his palm. standard procedure.
when he’s nearly halfway there, that’s when he turns the toy on. studying the mechanics before positioning it directly above his tip.
he’s cumming instantly, and harder than he’s ever cum before. he bucks his hips involuntarily, rubbing his bare ass all over your nice, clean sheets.
he doesn’t have time to do anything about it, though, because you’ve just opened the front door, ready to unwind after a terrible day at work.
he does what he can to conceal the evidence, giving the toy a sloppy wipe against his shirt before running to greet you like nothing happened at all.
breathless and a bit red, he asks you about your day.
“you’re being weird, johnny...”
and god if the disgusted look you give him doesn’t make him hard all over again.
“….i’m going to my room.”
you pull your toy out of your drawer and immediately throw it back down. johnny’s cum glistens on the red silicone.
and maybe you smear the leftover cum all over your clit, and maybe you moan extra loud, just to make sure he can hear you.
This will always be my favorite gifset. Ever.
im morally obligated to reblog this every time i see it
It’s back on my dash. 😂
It is perfect.
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oopsie i tripped and spilled my link to archive dot org's downloadable copy of Microsoft office suite for 2007, which features no AI tools and is a powerful word processor that still holds up just fine on windows 10!
Updated with working 32bit link
fucking finally
[I knew that they had access to an old blood sample, and I knew they'd test it sometime for something.] Why would you swap your blood? What are you afraid they'll find?
literally one of my favorite shows, so many hot ppl and HOUSE AND WILSON MY BABIES
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
✮ using ghost/simon as your own portable stand, mirror and chair wherever the two of you go.
it's almost routine now whenever the two of you leave the house, as soon as it hits the one hour mark you're opening your camera app and handing it over to him to hold, eyebrows furrowed in slight concentration as you touch up your lip liner and gloss. or when you turn to him and ask if you should fix your hair or clothing. "jus' a bit, love. you look perfect any'ow."
and if you're feet are feeling sore from walking for too long in your heels, simon's immediately finding a place to sit where he can pull you onto his lap instead of letting you sit directly onto the public space and messing up your pretty clothes with dust.
all the while, his eyes are practically gazing at your beauty in awe, not like some uncontrollably lovesick puppy, but there's a softness that only appears when he's admiring your beauty. so long as you give him that sweet smile of gratitude when you're done, he'll gladly let you have your way with him.
©killfarrell. all rights are reserved to me and plagiarism is prohibited and will be reported. hope you guys liked it!
Part 2 of fuck buddies with Simon (now with extra emotional damage)
You didn’t text him, you didn’t call, you didn’t chase.
But you did send one final message.
“This is the last time, Simon. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t want to be someone you only need when you’re lonely or angry or tired. I wanted you, not just your time or your hands or your body. You don’t have to say anything—I’m just letting you know I’m done. Please don’t come back. I won’t open the door.”
Then you blocked him.
Phone, socials, everything. And not in some dramatic, screaming, flinging-plates kind of way.
And for the first few days, nothing happened. No messages, no banging on the door, and no surprise visits in the middle of the night. Just silence.
But on Simon’s end?
Hell broke loose.
He didn’t even notice the message right away. He was halfway through watching a game when he opened his phone and saw it sitting there, timestamped four hours ago. He read it once, then again, and then stared at it like maybe if he glared hard enough, the words would disappear.
But they didn’t.
He tried to reply, of course. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard for longer than he’d admit. But when he hit send, the message didn’t go through.
His jaw clicked tight. Something cold and ugly twisted low in his chest. He tossed his phone onto the couch and paced. He thought about showing up at your place but didn’t. Not yet. Not when he didn’t even know what he was going to say.
It hit him, slowly. That you weren’t bluffing. That you meant it this time.
That he fucked it. Bad...
i love me my simon who knows how to grovel
John price who’s done so much wrong with just his two hands. So much so to the point he’s got blood under his nails lodged so far under, the only way to clean it up is to rip the whole nail out. Hands are so stained by red the only way he feels clean is by cutting them off.
And his hands that have hurt so many.
Are touching you.
He’s heard screams that haunt his dreams. His hands have done more pain than pleasure, he doesn’t know if he’s redeemable anymore.
But when you make that little sound? Just a hum of content? You’re pushing back further into his body whispering, “don’t stop,” while his hands roam.
Rough, sinful hands. So slowly caressing every inch of flesh and every curve. How it feels when he touches you and feels that tightness inside of him quelling.
It’s like you are his redemption. The one good thing in life he can hold onto and it will be okay, like his hands are washed free. Like the blood can simply be mistaken for dirt.
Or when your head is in his lap and he tries to stop brushing his fingers through your hair. He doesn’t want to stop, ever. But he only does because it feels like he’s corrupting you. Only for you to bring his hand back with a huff and slight pout.
You don’t know his hands are tainted.
But he really likes it that way.
Pt.3 of touch repulsed!simon riley x touch!starved reader 18+ Very angsty, emotionally unavailable and kinda toxic Simon, some gaslighting vibes from Simon in this part, hints of potential Soap x reader, they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else and ig Reader is taking that to heart in this part
Pt. 1 | Pt.2
There are two things you’ve known about Simon since you met him that night almost a year ago. First, he doesn’t like to be touched. Second, he’s very, very good at following orders. So he doesn’t call, and he doesn’t text— exactly like you asked— but what he does do is let himself into your apartment the morning after you sent that fateful breakup text.
Malicious compliance, is what comes to mind as you scrutinise the towering figure taking up space in your kitchen like an omen of death.
Should’ve sent the text after you changed the locks. Oh well…
Well there he is, all mile-long legs and burning dark eyes that drag over your figure like molten glass over your skin. It burns terribly, and you can’t tell if the scorching heat pooling in his bottomless irises is rage or desire. Maybe it’s both.
Thinking about how the two sergeants, Gaz and Soap, wouldn’t stop picking on the new recruit, just because they both had their eyes on them.
It was IMPOSSIBLE not to notice.
Sometimes, Ghost had to yank Johnny — violently — away from you when he realized the sergeant had started getting a little too handsy. But could you blame him, bonnie? God knows how much that man longs to feel your skin between his fingers. Anything. I repeat: anything is better than being more than 4 inches away from you. It could be an arm wrapping around your waist as he walks past you, a hand resting on your thigh while you talk, or a light, playful shove with his shoulder.
Poor Price has already tried assigning different missions and activities to Kyle and you in an attempt to keep you apart, but it’s all been in vain because the sergeant is determined to make it seem like you always run into each other "by chance". Kyle knows the rules; he knows what he’s doing is inappropriate for a military setting. Price never in his life thought he’d have to deal with a disobedient Gaz, he thinks, as he watches the man whisper sweet nothings in your ear for the thousandth time that day.
And do you think these two sergeants would get competitive upon discovering that they both like you? Quite the opposite. In fact, they’d start helping each other out.
And, as always, they’re not exactly discreet about it. You almost choke when you hear Johnny say he’s sure “you’re Gaz’s ideal type, bon”. The other day, you almost tripped over your own feet when you heard Kyle ask, “Do you like Soap, sweetheart?” By the end of the night, the two of them will gather together, as if on a secret mission, whispering to each other about the new information they’ve managed to gather.
is this poly or bromance + "may the best man win", either way I love it <33
Poly because I love soapgaz
Simon Riley discovers his partner up late one night.
The room is dark yet next to him, in the corner of his eye, your face is lit by a tiny screen and the sounds of crashing waves fill the bedroom. You had obtained your child’s switch, it seems. Blasphemy if the kid found out.
“It’s called Animal Crossing.”
“Why d’they sound like that?”
“Because they’re villagers!”
He grunts at your response. Finds the garbled chatter of the “villagers” annoying as you play beside him in bed most nights.
Then, finds himself falling asleep to the soothing music and repetitive sounds erupting from the little console in your hands. The rapid tactile clicks as you try to hurry along the diagloue options. Your “methodical chaos” and your mini-you running through an island filled with trash, mismatched furniture, and way too many flowers, growing more and more by the day (much to your displeasure).
Then, he starts playing with you. Curiousity piqued as you two discover that splitting the red and blue controllers means you can both manage the chaos. Flowers trampled. Villagers whacked with nets until they stomp by you, furious due to some newcomer — Ghost, the resident imbecile with the skull face paint and a royal crown atop his head.
When he discovers that he can hit you with the net. It’s game over. You want to fish? Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. You see a bug you haven’t donated yet? Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. Oops. He caught it by mistake. Whack. Whack.
You’re whining for him to stop and he simply levels you a deadpan as his massive fingers engulf the tiny controller, his thumb resting on the input key-
Whack.
He’s trampling flowers. Shaking the money from your precious trees. Enraging villagers. Placing random objects down on the ground in a manner that’s worse than you somehow. (“we need a workout set” “next to the bakery?!” “especially there”)
Chaos.
Yet, somehow, Simon Riley manages to attain five stars on your little island first.
yes!! but imagine playing stardew valley with ghost as well. the community center will be finished in year 1 istg
The concept of ghost freaking out over minor disagreements....
You're simons first real partner, well into his thirties, and as such he has zero frame of reference for what an actual fight is. All he knows is that sometimes prices spouse makes him sleep on the couch and sometimes gaz and soap sit on opposite sides of the mess hall.
So you really shouldn't be surprised to find ghost on the sofa with a thin blanket and no pillow, resolute in his fate.
"Simon, baby, what are you doing?" You ask, baffled.
Ghost looks up at you from his position, feet hanging over and off the arm of the sofa. He looks vaguely like a kicked puppy, with wide watery eyes. "....we fought..." he says, heartbroken.
"What? When?" You ask, having absolutely no recollection of this so called 'fight' let alone one harsh enough to warrant exile from the bed. "Baby what are you talking about?"
"When– when I got dirt all over the kitchen. You were mad. We fought." His voice practically wabbles with how distressed he sounds.
"The kitchen...? Oh." You remember that. You had just mopped the kitchen floor, you even told ghost it was mopped and to let it dry. Yet not ten minutes you came back to find muddy prints from the entrance to the fridge.
"I mean, I was upset at the moment, but it was just a moment simon." You explain, grabbing the blanket off of ghost and pulling him up by the arm. He follows willingly, eager for approval "I still love you. You just forgot, it's fine, it happens. You could track mud all over the house and I'd still want you in bed with me."
"...you aren't upset wif me?" He asks as you lead him back to the bedroom. Ghost visibly relaxes when he sees the bed, his weighted blankets stacked on top.
"Nope!" You reply, playfully shoving him into the mattress. You're sure you'll have to talk to him about this eventually, but right now you're tired.
Ghost holds you particularly tight that night.
pls my sweet baby boy 😭😭
Thinking about patching up ex-husband Simon Riley. He comes in with the cloak of darkness not close to sunrise, a witching hour of sorts. Three slow deliberate knocks on the other side of your door. No more and no less. Staring at the mahogany frame, you could ignore him. It would be for the best.
But ghosts tend to haunt all night.
So you'll let him in.
You always do.
Bloodied knuckles with a nasty gash on his upper eyebrow. He'll hoist you onto the bathroom countertop with your legs spread as he steps between them. Firm hands grip your waist, grounding you in your stupid decision to let your ex back into your life. Again. He doesn't flinch as you swipe the alcohol soaked towel over his eyebrow wound. Determined eyes search your face in hopes you'll crack under his gaze.
"Ask me what happened." He whispers.
"No." you dab the towel more firmly on his eyebrow as it soaks the raging red liquid.
Simon grabs your wrist and leans down, his lips pressing into the shell of your ear. "Really?" Your heart pounds in your chest, as your body betrays you for your ex -- feeling a heat set every fiber of you ablaze. His teeth grazing your skin as he noses his way down the column of your neck and breathes in your unyielding scent. He knew the effect he still had on you and you hated yourself for it.
"Birdie really doesn't wanna know what I did to that bloke you went out with last week?"
part 2 here!!!