Astronaut Readjusts To Life Back On Earth

Dress- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

Based on a request:

Heyyy there👀 So, it's been a while since I started following you but, your one shots are FUCKING AMAZING!!😭😂

Anyway, I just wanted to ask you, if it's okay would you please right a one shot or anything about Ghost who does material arts(boxing) with reader?! or F1 driver Ghost?! Thanks🥲💖 (It doesn't matter if it's smut or fluff I just really like your writings. by the way sorry if it sounds weird, just first time requesting in tumblr😭🤦🏻‍♀️)

A/N: Said I was going to do Ghost as a f1 driver with smut, so here I am :)

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, F1 driver!Ghost, oral!sex, unprotected!sex, P-in-V, praise, F1 driver au, established!relationship

Simon was one of the best drivers this season, proving to everyone that Räikkönen was right. The iceman himself nicknaming him Ghost for his agile moves and for that fact that on track you can never underestimate his speed or when he'll show up behind you and pass you easily. So far in the season, he has won all races, P1 and nothing less. Fans of the sport excited that the championship is being won by a new driver.

Fan boys and fan girls excited for the season, making him know, he has all their support. All cameras on him as he finished in P1 during qualification placing him as the favourite for the weekend. His opponents and his teammate wishing to fight him for positions. As the interview portion after qualifying was over, the camera caught a glimpse of his girlfriend. The woman that all WAGs, girls and even some male fans were jealous of.

It was known, that he was one of the most loyal romantic partners amongst the drivers that weren't married yet. He never looked at a woman how he looked at you, and that is what always gave you reassurance anytime you had to stay behind during the season.

This time around though, he knew that this was the race he would win the championship in. So, he brought you along, wanted to show you how much he appreciated your support on and off track. So, as you two walked back to the garage, he whispered something in your ear, it was a perverted thing to say but he did so anyway.

Race day came along quick and he was now at the top of the podium, being crowned the champion for the season. The footage of him running up to you and holding you close as you cheered him in replayed over and over. At the podium, he pointed to you and blew a kiss. As the trophy laid on his hands, he kissed it and once more dedicated you that prize. As the night came to an end for the sport, you found yourself sneaking around with him to the hotel.

Now, you lie in bed, each kiss came with a praise. "Because of you, my dear love, I am a winner." another kiss. "God, look at you, so beautiful and all mine." Another kiss. The kisses trailed to your neck, then chest. The tight dress you wore now thrown to the floor. His kisses more eager and full of need. Hickeys on your neck, your panties soon flew to the floor. His large hands cupping your rounded and soft tits. Like an animal, he licks and bites them, being so rough and still praising you.

"Simon-" you try to say more but gasped as without any notice, his hardened dick thrusted inside you. His hands now at your hips, "R/N, c'mon, love, look at me." words so soft like a delicate whisper. But he was not delicate with you. Not tonight after you helped him reach the best record breaker in the sport.

Your moans feeding his ego, the way your hands quickly tried to stop his pace as he hit the perfect spot for way too long made him chuckle. "tsk tsk, not tonight love." He continues to thrust into you, the hotel rooms light dimmed, your breasts making him lean forward and lick them. "Mmm, what a delight you are, my R/N."

"Si...please" you whimpered as his hand kept rubbing your clit. He shakes his head and continues on, not wanting to stop. Needed to make you his like this all night because that is what winners do. He thrusts deeper into you, your back arching by the second. He becomes more aggressive as he feels you tighten around his cock. "Just like that, be a good girl and keep that going." his head thrown back, groans coming from within him. The sweat of you both mixing as your bodies made contact each time.

He pulls out and aggressively makes your get on your knees, you stick your tongue out and soon begin to give him head. You're holding onto him by his hips, groans and moans the deeper he pushes himself into your mouth. The gagging noise and your gasps each time you pull him out, feeding more into the driver. You knew he was about to cum when he keeps your head in place.

"Fuck, love..oh fuck..oh fuck." His thick cum, shooting into your pretty little mouth. He pulls our and then pushes your back into the bed, your legs on his side as he begins to thrust his every needy dick into you. More cum leaking inside, painting your tight walls white. You can feel the way he fills you, how with each thrust, slow or fast, it all leaks from you.

Both of you a moaning mess, he stops his thrusting and instead, leans his forehead to yours, kissing the tip of your nose and smiling. "I needed that, by sweet girl." He cups your face and kisses you.

A/N: man, I have no idea what I just wrote tbh

Tags: @thisuserisaninfpgirl

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Lies

He was suppose to be dead…so how is Simon fucking Riley standing in front of you?

A/N: Guys these tik toks make my mind RUN! So her is another idea from this tik tok! Lost of heartache and angst so enjoy! 💙

“A broken heart is all that’s left.”

Warnings: ANGST, heartache, trauma, depression, mention of suicide, violance, swearing

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Months. Months you sat crying in the shower. Screaming into your pillow. Hell you fucking slapped Soap because of this. Because Simon Riley died. Died when he promised to come home, you didn’t eat or sleep right. Price would eventually pull you aside to take a holiday. Clear your mind.

You did and all you did was drink and smoked the left over cigarettes of his. To eventually go shop for more and pretend he was smoking them. You drank all his whiskey and your wine. Your parents came over to make sure you weren’t dead, that you decided to pull a Romeo and Juliet bullshit. You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t have taken your life.

Instead you drank until you didn’t feel the numbness. The sadness. The memories of both you and Simon. Simon plagued your mind, wanting his laugh to burst in the air. His voice. His hands. His kiss. Anything. So why not drink until you don’t remember the next day. You did this until going back into work.

Gaz would make sure you would be alright. Soap tried to make you laugh. Price made sure you wouldn’t run into the field killing yourself. Yet this was so much worse.

Price sat all of the task force down for a debriefing. Yet when the door opened it was him. Simon. Simon fucking Riley. Everyone froze, not because of him being alive, because they knew. They knew he would be alive. Nothing was said for a moment as you stared at him, waiting for him to say or move anything.

“Y/n,” Soap said closing the door behind him. You haven’t turned to him yet looking over the paperwork you had. “Do ya have a minute?”

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “John I am not doing your paperwork. Ghost already mentioned…”

“It’s not that Lass,” Soap mumbled playing with his hands. Soap argued that it would be not a smart idea. However, with the rat in the ranks it would convince that he was dead. “It’s Simon.”

You perked from that, you gave him a confused look. “What about him?” You knew after that, after Soap used Ghost’s name. The one you would say when you laughed, cried, moaned.

“They…they tried to get him out but…” The world flipped, you yelled at Soap and pushed him. Telling him to shut up but you also didn’t know that Simon was listening in. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want you to be the one not to know. Price convinced him due to the rat falling for the trap.

Simon heard you yell until the deafening slap echoed through the halls. You slapped him hard, you gritted through your teeth that he was a liar. You said that if his body is not here then it isn’t true. However, he knew that they convinced you that he was too burned to actually see him. His true form. Not a burnt crisp. They led you to the body, left small hints that it would have been his body.

He thought about you crying above the body. Screamed until you couldn’t. Held the bastards hand. Everything was suppose to not to happen. It shouldn’t have been months. He hoped that it wouldn’t. Price would give him updates on how you were doing. It didn’t sound good. He wished he could leave and get to you, hold you, and apologize for everything but he couldn’t.

Now he stands right here in front of you. Hate. Hate is the word the best describe your eyes. “Did you all know?” You voice said in the room. The quiet room. It was filled with venom. It was quiet.

No one said anything until you stood up and slammed your hand on the table. “Who fucking knew!” You snapped your head to Price.

“It was to pull Samson out.” Price said watching your move.

“Bring Samson out,” You repeated shaking your head, looking over at Simon. “You fucking bastard. You fucking bastard.”

No one expected the next thing, you walked over to him and pushed him hard. Slamming your fist into his chest. “You know how long I fucking grieved! How long my heart has been in pieces! You fucking just let this happen! Let me be in pain!”

Simon let you slam your fists into his chest. He deserved it. “You fucking promised! You promised! And it’s broken! It’s been fucking broken!”

Price told everyone to leave besides Simon, you, and Price. As everyone huddled out Simon grabbed your shoulders. “I had no choice.”

“Everyone has a choice!” You said pushing him one last time before facing away.

Price shook his head. “He didn’t, I wanted to tell ya but we couldn’t. We had to make it believable to bring him out.”

You shook your head. “I don’t care, you know what I’ve done the last couple of months? Did you know that empty feeling? Or the nights where I thought ending it all would have me not suffer?”

“Dove,” Simon mumbled reaching out to you. “It’s fucked up and I am sorry it happened. But I’m here now.”

You wanted to lean into him and let him hold you. There was just so much anger. Resentment. You just couldn’t believe that he would do that to you. You made the choices to drink and make yourself miserable sure but the feeling you had. The darkness that pulled you away from anything and anyone.

His hand burned your arm as he gently grabbed it. You ripped your arm away. “Fuck both of you,” Price face dropped to give more reassurance. “We are suppose to be a team.”

Simon knew that was a jab more for him. You both have been secretly running together until he had to fake his death. It was easy when he first did it, making sure that everyone knew he was dead so he could kill all the men that killed his family. Once Price came up to him and asked he declined it.

“No.” Simon firmly said and reaching for the door of Price’s office.

“Simon this would be the best route for the team,” Price explained standing up. “Why the hesitation?” Price knew. Simon knew that Price knew. He just wanted Simon to state it. Confirm Price’s suspicions. “It’s her isn’t it?”

Simon held the knob of the door tighter. All he did was nod his head. He couldn’t lie to Price even if he wanted to. “A year,” Price nodded, he didn’t know it was that long. “I can’t do it to her.”

Price sighed and walked over to place a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t either but…we have to. It will unfortunately be the best time and convincing.”

It felt like a poison came out of Price’s mouth. He didn’t want to do it to his team, didn’t want to hurt nobody. Why everyone got to know? Do they could take care of you. Simon didn’t want that. It wasn’t fair ok your part. He promised to protect you no matter the cost. “Johnny tells her.” He spoke softly.

Price nodded in agreement. “I already assumed that.”

Couple of weeks later was when he wasn’t suppose to be there. Wasn’t suppose to hear your scream. The wail. The heart break. He had to contain himself not to run in there to hold you. Tell you it was some sick joke. “Simon.” Price warned.

Simon stared at him for a moment. His own heart shattering, before Simon could say anything the rat came running in. Anger boiled through his body as he watched him run in the shadows. Why does he get to comfort you? While he stood and watched the heart break unfold. He had to peel himself out of the building, Price sneaking him out and leave. Never had he cried before but after being dropped off at the solitary home, he cried for hours. Wishing that he could have done something better.

“Y/n.” Simon whispered. His heart shattering. Not looking at you. Not hearing you. Nothing was coming around.

It felt like hours of you not talking. Price didn’t want to say anything neither did Simon. They wanted you to speak. Thoughts ran wild in your mind. How could they? Why would they? You knew why it was beneficial for the mission. But was it for you? Was all the heartache and not working especially worth it? You can’t do this over and over again. The pain was too hard. You closed your eyes and shook your head.

You’re tired. You are mentally. Emotionally. Physically tired. You can’t deal with this again if it happens. Your heart is still broke and broke even more of that could be possible. You could feel the water more and more drowning you, you’ve been trying to come back for air. But now this? It went back to what it was.

“I’m done.” You said ripping your patch off and placing it on the table.

Creative & DIY

Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn Soulmates AU

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Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven The End

Vampire v2 (Ghost x reader)

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I wasn't fully satisfied by Vampire v1, so here is v2? Better? Worse? We shall see :)

Summary: You were done having the life sucked out of you by the one person you care the most about

Warnings: Hurt/no comfort, language, argument

Inspired by 'Vampire' - Olivia Rodrigo

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He was pushing you away, you could feel it as each day went on, you felt the distance he began to put between the two of you, draining you of your energy each second that he refused to meet your eyes, each time he pulled away from your touch, and avoided you in the halls and on missions. You got a few passing phrases if you really tried, but your efforts began to diminish as he sucked the fight out of you. 

You woke up that day in a strangely good mood, deciding, for your own wellbeing, you’d go at today with optimism, sick of the lingering sadness that burned behind your eyes at all hours of the day. You bounded down the hallway to the showers with a new pep in your step, a smile on your face as you pass people walking in the other direction, but you felt the effects of the fabrication of your mood quickly as you see him suddenly, not expecting to have to come face to face with him quite yet. 

Deciding to try and keep the act up, you give him a light smile as you pass, hoping that he’ll maybe acknowledge you, that he makes the eye contact you had been longing for, but all your hope suddenly drained as he pretended not to see you as he stormed by, clear anger gracing the small amount of skin you could see under his mask.

You glanced behind you as he passed, hurt apparent in your features as you looked at the back of his head, quickly walking away from you, away from everything you had built over the years, you finally realized it was gone. 

The day immediately became gray, your mood soured and ruined, and you knew the others could see it as well, no one acknowledged it though, but you saw the looks of pity that graced everyone’s faces as they looked at you. 

By the end of the day, you decided enough was enough, you couldn’t go on each day this way, it was affecting your work, your teamwork on missions, and your skills in the field, and that was dangerous for not only you, but for everyone on your team. You loved them all dearly and decided that the risk just wasn’t worth it anymore.

You approached his door and stopped in front of it, looking down at your feet, shaking hands intertwined in front of your chest as you prepared to knock, thinking about all the things you had to say to him. You finally got up the courage to knock, tentatively, slowly, almost hoping he wasn’t even there so you didn’t have to do this. 

Some rustling could be heard from behind the door, quiet footsteps approaching you, the door abruptly swinging open to let you inside. He didn’t have to look at you to know who it was, but he didn’t say a word as he closed the door behind you.

You stood with your back facing him, pacing back and forth, shaking your hands out, trying to get the anxiety to leave your limbs. You didn’t want to look weak, this wasn’t about to be some plead for forgiveness, you weren’t about to beg for his affections, you needed to stand up for yourself, so that was what you did.

You let out a deep sigh before starting, “what the hell is going on Simon?” you ask suddenly, cutting right to the chase. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hear him huff from behind you, causing you to whip around suddenly, an incredulous look in your eyes as you finally look at him for the first time that night. 

“How do you lie without flinching?” You ask simply, tilting your head to the side in mock confusion, an irritated look curtaining your sight. You both knew what was going on, he was just too stubborn to admit it. You felt foolish to think he might participate in this, throw you a bone maybe. 

He said nothing at this, his stare intense, all consuming, you missed when that gaze would soften at the sight of you, but now, it was like you were any other passerby to him, nothing.

Your tamped down anger began to resurface gradually, you could feel it slowly branch from your heart, sinking into your every vein and nerve ending, his lack of care unearthing every emotion you had been keeping in for the past couple weeks. 

“What a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill. I can’t figure out just how you do it, and god knows I never will, Simon.” You spit out, anger lacing your low tone. 

He continued on with the silence, you knew he could shut down when arguments got too intense, especially with you, but you couldn’t do this anymore, the malice just began pouring out, unable to be stopped as you persisted on.

“How’s that castle built off people you pretend to care about?” You laugh sarcastically, “just what you wanted, cool guy, you got it.”

Your mind started to race with all the moments he had told you he cared about you, the rare occasion he would express his love, the rage finally branching down your spine and into your arms, sprouting from your fingertips, unable to be contained at the thought of him throwing it all away, throwing you away. 

“You said it was true love, but would that be hard?” You scoff dryly, “You can’t love anyone because that would mean you have a heart,” your voice gradually getting louder, “I tried to help you out, now I know that I can’t,” exasperated resentment drips from each syllable. “Because how you think is the kind of thing I’ll never understand.” 

Your voice began to crack towards the end, you cleared your throat and gathered yourself before continuing, you wouldn’t look weak in front of him anymore.

“I loved you truly, but I’ve gotta laugh at the stupidity? Because I’ve made some real big mistakes, but you make the worst ones look fine. I should’ve known it was strange, you only come out at night, I used to think I was smart, but you made me look so naive,” a frustrated tear began to slip out, so you quickly swiped it away before your heavy hand dropped back at your side, you watched as his eyes followed your hand in its movements.

You saw the look in his eyes falter slightly at your words, but you turn away once again, not wanting him to get to you, “I’m done Ghost,” you make a point to stop using his real name, “I can’t do this anymore, you’ve bled me dry of all my emotional, my fight is gone, this isn’t healthy anymore, but was it really ever? Not to be cliche, but you’ve bled me dry like a goddamn vampire, and I’m done.” 

You began to walk out, not having anything else to say, he didn’t have any rebuttal, nothing to defend himself, he said nothing. Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and tried to get you to turn around, your heart quickly jumping to your throat at the action, but you quickly wrenched your hand from his grasp, glaring down at his hand, and meeting his eyes a final time. You saw the built up pain and hurt in them, it broke your heart that much more, before you turned and walked out, not looking back. Not ever again.

an: eh we'll see how this one does

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

Bucky, walking into the kitchen: is something burning?

Steve, leaning seductively against the counter: just my desire for you

Bucky: the toaster is on fire.

Omg i cried so hard

Dust

Marvel

Pairing: Peter Parker X Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1394

Warning: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS, vivid description of injury, character death, angst, sadness

Summary: The end of Infinity War, except I decided to make it just that bit worse. 

A/N: There’s a reason this is a Stark!Reader imagine, as I changed the plot a bit so I could make myself cry that bit harder. Spoiler alert, it worked very well. Also, yeah, I jumped on the bandwagon. I know there are loads of imagines about the ending of IW but it was too angsty and painful to not write something soooooo.

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