Part 2 To This... The Mutual Parasocial Relationship Thickens

Hello! It’s been so so cold and snowy here lately and I’ve had to brush off my car whenever I leave because of the snow and it kind of had me thinking about neighbour!simon Riley who sees his little neighbour doing this and just refuses to let her freeze her but off. So eventually whenever she goes to leave her car is literally always cleared off and she’s just like. What??? Until one day she sees him doing it and runs out in her pjs to ask why. Anyways yeah I thought it was cute :p

You know honestly? This is so cute and I thought more on it.

Being Simon’s neighbor is so weird. He’s barely at his own place. He’s got almost no furniture or any personalization to speak of. But I don’t think this is your first neighborly exchange.

Someone’s gotta be gathering up all the junk mail for him so it doesn’t just become litter on his lawn. Someone’s gotta be raking up the leaves on his tiny patch of grass and taking them to the curb in autumn. Someone’s gotta be uprighting his unused bins when they blow down in the wind. And Simon knows it’s not the busybody next door who gives him dirty looks and says he dresses like a hoodlum when she thinks he’s out of earshot.

So Simon does what any emotionally well adjusted adult man would do. He falls in love with you. And no, he’s not going to say anything to you about it. Instead, he’s going to return these acts of service in, what is in his mind, a clear display of reciprocal courting. And that definitely means he’s not letting you suffer out in the cold. Man is clearing your car, shoveling your walkway, salting the sidewalk, everything. Mate’s gotta stay in the den in this kind of weather.

Which is not something he can bring himself to say when you run out in your Sanrio jammies to ask him why he’s going this. So he just tells you he’s used to the cold, and he doesn’t like seeing you freeze. Also his name is Simon, by the way. You should tell him yours. It’s the polite thing to do.

his teeth snap, jaw grinding and nostrils flaring. tipping over that sweet heavenly bliss, had his veins coiling and nervous system running hot. he was almost angry, fingers curling into fists, and he’s sure there’s blood pooling beneath his fingernails.

“s-stop, no… n-no.” his syllables crush in a soft whimper, voice stiffening into a cutesy high pitched gasp. he can feel the tears build on his lower lash line as your hands slips up the hot length of his cock.

it feels so painfully euphoric, a winding knot that he knows you won’t let snap. he’s begging, gasping, body shivering up with every passing second. and you watch his hips, twitch, a heavy groan slipping past his lips.

and though you pull your hand off him, simon focuses, feeling his balls go taut, unaware to the stumbling, spasming of his thick thighs. and his cock jumps, pretty ropes of pearly sweet cum roping from his cock, just to land and pool right beneath his belly button.

you don’t even let him finish before you’re slapping at his cock, so so disappointed in your luvie. “i told you on my word, si.” you scowl, tightening your fists around his sensitive cock.

and he gasps, throat pulling up a broken sound that hiccups out. his legs jump, back bowing up when you pick up a quick angry rhythm. he can’t breathe, the only sound filling the room is his agonizing cries, his pathetic pleading.

“shut the fuck up,” you snap, pinching the tip of his cock between your fingers just to have him in hysterics. “this is what happens when you don’t wanna listen to me, you deserve it, ‘member that, baby?”

18+ minors do not interact!

john price who's still a virgin at the age of 48. somehow sex never happened for him, sure he'd dated, he's kissed people but nothing more than that. his dates never calling him back or sending him messages that they don't see this going anywhere because of his work. always seems to be because of his work, it's almost like a curse.

then he meets you and it's different, you stick around for a second date that becomes a third then a fourth and a fifth and eventually you're a couple.

the first time time you bring up sex he goes quite, glancing away as he rubs his nape and softly admits he's still a virgin, pink flush across his cheeks as he waits for you to laugh and tease him. that never happens though, instead you ask why, listen to him as he talks, take his hand and kiss him as you ask him to let you be his first.

he almost cums the second he sinks into you, the heat around his cock, the feeling of you clenching around, the way your breath hitched and your eyes went glassy all too much for him. he doesn't though.

grits his teeth and sits back to take a breath before ever so slowly pulling almost all the way out before punching back in, a loud broken moan leaving his lips as you gasp and grip his biceps, eyes rolling back because you just feel so full. he's so big and stretches you out so much there's no room for anything else, you can feel all of him inside you, twitching and rubbing against you.

it only take a couple more thrusts before he's hunching over you "just feels too good" as he's caging you in his arms. "i'm sorry" leaving his lips like a chant as he jackhammers into you, panting and whining with his face buried in your neck as he starts to drool. your fingers gripping onto his back so hard they leave bruises and he cums, his whole body shuddering as he moans so loud it echos in the room.

he finally sits back on his legs, slowly pulling his twitching cock out of your hole and watching his cum leak out before he's pushing your legs to your chest and burying his face in your hole. lapping up his cum as he mumbles that he's going to make it up to you for not making you cum, his hands leaving your legs and wandering down your body and between your thighs.

Soap comes back to base after having teeth pulled and is not expecting Ghost to pounce the second he gets through the gate.

Ghost: "So where are they? I wanna see."

Soap: "What?"

Ghost: "The teeth. Gimme"

Soap: "I didn't... keep them?"

Ghost, upset: "They didn't let you?"

Soap, growing more confused by the second: "I didn't ask?"

Ghost: "You didn't- Johnny what the fuck?" 😟

Soap: "I was in a lot of pain, Lt., and still am, mind you-"

Ghost: "But... I woulda took 'em if you didn't want them."

Soap: "Ghost, my teeth were far from perfect, there's a reason they had to come out, not exactly great specime-"

Ghost: "THAT'S WHAT MAKES THEM SPECIAL!"

Soap: 😶

Ghost: "ONE OF A KIND!"

Gaz, who walked up in the middle of the conversation: "Think I've still got my baby teeth somewhere, you want 'em?"

Ghost, still distraught: "At least GAZ loves me."

Soap: "... my mouth hurts..."

if you’re asexual… (18+)

… price

- understands.

- respects your limits to the fullest. asks ‘is this ok?’ or ‘can i touch you here?’ a lot in the beginning, until you sit him down and explain that you’re not made of glass. he can touch and hold and kiss you like he would any other partner, just not shove his hand down your pants or flip your skirt up to get access to you.

- fills your relationship with domesticity instead. has your tea ready and brewing when you get up in the morning and knows exactly how you like the bed to be made. holds your hand when you’re out shopping and buys the special brand of cookies that you like. doesn’t watch ahead on your shared tv-shows and always cuddles you on the sofa.

- if you’re sex neutral/positive, he loves messy blowjobs and getting to fuck you silly in missionary. he’s a little bit of a dom and also completely whipped for his wife.

… kyle

- understands.

- does not push it. does not even attempt to initiate anything. lets you have all the control. after a couple long conversations where you explain your needs and limits, he’s all set. once he knows how he can best spend time with you, that’s all he needs. it’s actually a little refreshing to have a partner not chomping at the bit to jump his bones (curse of looking like an angel).

- gains a newfound appreciation for the sensual aspect of your relationship. running his fingertips over the stretchmarks on your hips, playing with ice cubes on your bare back, admiring the indents ropes makes across your skin after it’s been left on you a while. there’s no penetration, no orgasms, just two people exploring each other together.

- if you’re sex neutral/positive, kyle loves the lotus position. thinks it’s the peak of sexual intimacy and absolutely adores being face to face so up close.

… johnny

- understands (after a little while).

- has a mini crisis because he thinks this means you’re not attracted to him. you explain that’s not true, you actually find him super hot, but that you just don’t want to sleep with him. that it feels like a chore to you, like doing dishes. not horrible, but maybe a little gross and just something you’d just rather not do.

- embraces the romantic side of your relationship. loves the intimacy, getting to hold and kiss you. drapes over your back like a warm cloak when you chop vegetables at the kitchen counter and just enjoys the closeness. finds a new peace in himself he hasn’t felt for years.

- if you’re sex neutral/positive, he loves it when you ride him or tease him with your hand. still a complete maniac if he really lets lose. loves getting to let lose with you.

… simon

- understands.

- is almost relieved. has always had a complicated relationship to sex. knowing that you don’t want it from him settles some part of him that’s been restless and anxious for years. chaste kisses on the lips and constant handholding become your new normal. is very matter of factly about it if he does ask you for sex.

- finds that he most of all just wants to spend time with you. follows you around like a lost dog, no matter what you do. always comes to run errands with you or sits in the shade outside while you work in the garden. even when you get up to pee at night, he lumbers after you and stays just outside the bathroom door, squinting at the dim light. you’re so used to it that it’s second nature when he catches the bottom of your sleep shirt and lets you guide him back to bed. feels so at peace when you’re close by.

- if you’re sex neutral/positive, simon will sometimes ask if he can eat you out or if you can lay back on the kitchen table so he can fuck you. you tend to oblige.

me waiting on yall to make these sinner fics 😭🧍🏾‍♀️

While cleaning out my room I found a paper that my therapist gave me some time ago to deal with obsessive and intrusive thoughts. Sorry the paper is a little crinkled and stained, but I figured I’d post it in hopes that it will help someone like it helped me.

More angst

Ghost who lives after Johnny dies, Ghost who wishes the bomb went off so he didn’t have to face a world without his Johnny. The one he didn’t get to tell he loved, foolishly believing they’d both make it back when it seems neither did truly.

Or angstier:

The same Johnny he wanted to marry, the ring burning in his bedside drawer in his room in the barracks. He had made a plan after this mission he was gonna propose to Johnny, he even asked for Price’s blessing, he was even going to ask him to officiate their wedding? What he wasn’t expecting when cleaning out Soap’s room? An engagement ring with their initials cause of course Soap’s sappy like that, a note that had written down Johnny’s plans, how he was gonna propose, how he was gonna get Price’s blessing besides definitely already having it and oh no..just like him Johnny was planning to ask Price to officiate their wedding, so now, weeks later Ghost wears a chain with two rings on it, Johnny’s plans in a picture frame so Simon Ghost never has to forget how he wrote, his handwriting, cause he despite knowing he wouldn’t ever forget, also didn’t think that mission was gonna take Johnny away and yet it did, and he refused to let the world take one more thing of Johnny away, or his memory away.

(So post is on main)

i know it's been said a million times over, but john price is the kind of man to give you the ultimate princess treatment at all times.

gets legitimately annoyed when you keep racing in front of him to open your own doors. starts lunging forward and snatching you off the ground when you start to make a run for it

"you're a right brat, you know that?"

ultimate handyman. mumbles that he's "picked a few things up" through the years when you ask how he knows how to fix literally everything. assigns you the very important job of flashlight holder when necessary

loves when you lay on his chest at night to tell him all about your day. runs his hands up and down your back, plays with your hair

forever gifting you flowers. he's on a first name basis with the local florist and makes sure to send you special bouquets when he's deployed

keeping all the sweet message cards that come with them in a little box in your closet

likes helping you put your shoes on, absolutely demands to do it when you're wearing heels. always presses a kiss to your ankle when he's finished, looking up at you with a positively sinful look in his eyes

makes you show off your outfits to him before you two go out. twirls his finger in the air and lets out a low whistle when you do a little spin, a shy smile on your lips

smiles when you tell him you're going out for an afternoon with friends. nods at his wallet sitting on the bedside table. "you know where my card is darling, don't forget it."

king of breakfast in bed. very good chef overall, but his specialty is grilling because he is the ultimate dad

builds you random yet extremely useful things for your sheer convenience. you made one comment about how you wished you could utilize the little bit of space between your washing machine and the wall, and by the end of the weekend he'd built a custom shelf, stained it and installed it

letting him bend you over the washing machine as a thank you