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i keep thinking about an arranged marriage with simon. maybe it’s for a mission or something that benefits both of you, and neither of you is making a big deal out of it. once you get what you need, you'll get a divorce, no strings attached. but as soon as simon signs those papers, he’s already thinking about baby names, and the house he’ll build for you both to grow old in. and what do you mean, lovie, you want separate rooms? don’t you see the ring on your finger? turn around so he can be a big spoon. a man’s flirting with you? wait in the car, he just needs a quick word with him. don’t worry about his bloodied knuckles once he gets back. of course, it’s all for professional reasons, but he still calls you his wife, missus, even behind closed doors. you made dinner just because you felt like cooking? what a good wife you are. now spread your legs on the table, he’s craving something sweet now, he just wants to thank his wifey properly. and when the mission’s over and you finally get the green light to divorce, you feel a wave of relief when he lights the papers on fire right in front of you. he’s won, but you don’t care anymore, you've never felt this kind of bliss, not until you were with him. you’re back in your shared room, and he’s reciting his vows between your thighs, exactly where he belongs, like a real husband should.

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i want him. that's it.

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casino au - masterlist DRABBLE-ISHES.

collection of drabbles? one-shots? of the casino!141 realm. there's no plot, just vibes. all works are 18+

1. lucky charm. - john price 2. you go to the casino again. - john price 3. assistance. - john price, simon riley

Behind The Mask, onyankopon.

Friday The 13th, a night for scares and laughter with your friends took a crazy turn you’d never thought it would. Yet you wouldn’t trade this thrilling experience for anything else.

the night started off chilly. the line to get into the most gut wrenching haunted forest was moving agonizingly slow, everyone taking on the challenge to see if they’d evade the crazy psychos and monsters until the end. winning a cash prize of $500. the only thing keeping you sane was the cozy outfit you chose, the rounds of hot chocolate, and the jokes your friends made about who’d most likely lose their shit once their inside. as you and your friends moved closer towards the attraction sounds of fear grew louder, the screams, chainsaws, spine-chilling laughter. your own heart beginning to race to the thrill of finally entering behind those large wooden doors of the haunted campsite, the feeling of eyes on you from afar. sending chills throughout your body, hairs raising on your neck.

your eyes darting at the people around you, until they’d landed on the premises. a tall figure lurking and outline by the light in of the one the abandoned cabins located in the forest, until fully disappearing into the darkness of the shadows at the flick of your eyes. yet the feeling of someone watching you never left, leaving you anxious of what was to come once you entered. a distant voice pulling you out your thoughts, “3 more, right in front of the door!” the director motioned you, your two friends forward. you signed a waiver and placed your belongings into your assigned cubby.

smoke pouring out from the creaking doors as they open, distant howls as the dark spooky forest is revealed. leaves crunching beneath your feet as you quietly look over your surroundings, the forest almost calm and quiet. that is until hands appear from below, bones cracking as zombies stood to their feet. moaning and groaning as they stalked towards the group, leaving you all clutching each other. shuffling back towards those large doors you entered, until they were slammed shut. the sounds of clicking locks letting you know there wasn’t any other way but through.

the ringing of a chainsaw caught all of your attention, eyes widening as your fight or flight senses kicked in. turning around you were met with three figures, jason, freddy krueger, and leatherface. All of them breaking out into sprints, splitting up you and your friends. cold air filling your lungs as you run as fast you can through the forest, glasses fogging up from the panicked heat coming off your skin. finding that same cabin you saw in the distance. running to it for a place of refuge and slamming the door shut, but not before the man behind the mask wedged a foot in between. shoving it open so hard that you fall to the ground from its swinging force, picking yourself back up to escape out the back door.

the knob so close you could almost taste it but instead you were inhaling the woody scent of the wall you were pushed into. his arms caging you to keep from escaping, his deep breathes can be heard from behind his mask. his big chocolate toned hands are the only thing in your sight. your breath hitching as his firm body slowly pressed into yours as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “done running miss mamas..?” his voice smooth and buttery compared to the ringing sound of chainsaws and screams in the distance. a soft plead falling from your lips, “please, let me finish..” eyes closing in fear of more jumpscares. with a deep chuckle, he pushed some of your soft tight curls from out of your face, “and let you leave already..? nah i’ve had my eye on yo ass all night.”

your eyes opening at his confession, knowing that those eyes you felt all night were his. your body heating up at his words and close proximity between you. the spooky thrill of it all oddly turning you on at the thought of this masked man. his body so firm and muscular against your, voice deep and compelling, and skin a deep chocolate. you could help but wonder what rested behind his mask. “so pretty and soft..” he breathed out, one of his warm hands running along your thigh. one final tempting plea leaving his lips, as he feels that ass of your grind back into that growing tent of his costume. “hm, thought you wanted to finish?” his lips teasing at your neck, ready to kiss and suck at that soft melanated skin.

a soft “I can’t..” leaving your lips, those soft lips curling as he smiled into your skin but you stopped him before he could go any further. “not until i see what’s behind the mask..?” a couple seconds of silence passed before the pressure of his body lifted from yours, the cool breeze of your surroundings leaving goosebumps on your skin. you turned and faced him. the mask slowly lifting to reveal his face, his chocolate skin peeking out more. followed by soft plump lips, dark brown eyes, and those bushy yet perfectly shaped brows. leaving nothing but him in all of his glory, arousal flooding your panties. a smirk pulling at his lips.

“like what you see..?” and fuck you don’t think he knew how much you did.

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not until he had you up against the wall slutting you out, thick dick burying deep as it could. his hands cuffed behind your knees to keep you open, both of your hands wrapped around his neck while your body bounced up and down the wall as he thrusted into you. “oo-oh my fuu—!” his pelvis rolling against your clit in the best ways. his face buried into your neck as he moaned and groaned at your warm slicked walls shaping to him, “feel so fucking good..” thrusting up into you hard and deep, eyes focused on where the two of you were connected. pelvis and dick covered in glistening slick, tip nearly out of your two toned folds before pistoning back in. body pulling back to take a look at that pretty fucked out face of yours. lips red and swollen, eyebrows pinched together, mouth open. moan and whining. graphic beanie barely holding onto your head. “I- I cantttt!” whining out, thighs pushing your body up the wall to try and escape his brutal thrusts.

“un uh.. be a good girl and take it.” body weight pushing into yours, pinning your body to wall. “know this dick feel good up there diggin’ them guts out.” and indeed it did, your walls tightening around him at his words but you didn’t know how much more you could take, body growing hot as the knot tightened hard in your stomach. “Please, fuckk—” you mind freezing as tried to plead out his name, realizing you never got it. “please..” a small groan of his name ringing into your ear, almost as if he’d read your mind. “ony, it’s ony mama..”

your arms wrapping around him tight as he pounded you up in the air, hands rubbing and gripping at the stretched marked flesh of your hips and ass. clapping against his thighs as he kissed and sucked at your neck, as you finally moaned out his name. “onyy, m’bout to cummm!” your thighs tightening in his hold, ony slamming his hips against yours one last time, swirling around to stir those pulsing walls inside you. those loads moans and whines drowned out with the screams and groans of the people and actors in the forest. “just likee that, cum all on this dick” your body shaking and jolting in his hold, sucking him deep as your creamy arousal dripped down against his pelvis. the masked man giving your a few more orgasmic strokes before pulling out and leaving his sticky release all around your folds, slapping the messy residue on your clit.

ony’s brown eyes meeting yours with a breathy smile, tongue quickly swiping over his lip before he spoke. “what’s your number?”

“think imma spend the rest of spooky season with you..”

Girlfriend! Reader finding out Johnny still talks to his ex because their “just friends” but she always hits on him and tries to break them up 🌚

Absolutely diabolical anon. i love it 🥰 hope you like it lovely!

At this point she has to be fucking messing with you. You are sat RIGHT next to him, with his hand on your thigh and she has the audacity to touch his bicep, giggling at the story he tells the group. You are so up to the limit with her and all her attempts at taking Johnny away from you, despite him saying they’re just friends. You’ve already felt all uncomfortable all night, she’s friends with all of Johnnys friends. They don’t know you and are making that very apparent for this welcome home party for Johnny. You feel like you’re just the odd person here because he wanted you to come home with him to meet his family, and his family was absolutely lovely, but you wonder why it’s so different with his friends. So with all these emotions and seeing her touch him you excuse yourself from the party, going outside in the front yard pulling out a cigarette, something you’ve been trying to cut down on after meeting Johnny. And as your struggling with turning on your lighter, 2 hands come from behind you, having you pressed against the firm chest of your lover, his hands taking the lighter out of your hands and lighting it on the first try. As you look at him, having to crane your neck to look back at him, cigarette between your lips as he brings the lighter to the end of it, looking deeply into your eyes as he lights it for you.

“imma’ allow ye this o’ne time Bonnie, and thas’ it” he whispers while seeing you draw in a puff and blow smoke into the dark night. “but m’ not gonn’ allow my girl to think i want someo’ne else” he grumbles lowly into the curve of your neck, kissing it softly. “i don’t want her’ and i haven’t for’ so long….but i do need you” he whispers while pushing his hips into yours ass from behind. And you guys will leave the party without letting anyone know, because Johnny needs his number one girl to know no one comes before her, even people he thought he trusted

is it bad that I wants more 😮‍💨

Connie got so high once with the boys he swore he was having a heart attack.

“Yo something ain’t right” Connie told them, eyes hooded and blood shot red with a hand placed over his heart. Eren looked over to him, just as high with a fat blunt in between his fingers, “whats wrong bro.” He asked chuckling. “Man I feel like my heart boutta explode, I can’t breathe” Connie rushed out with a panicked look in his eyes. Ony being the only responsible one there took them to the ER, not wanting to lose a brother even though he knew Connie was exaggerating. Better safe than sorry

Connie who sat in the triage for an hour, irritated af because ever nurse he stopped told him, “sorry you’re not my patient”

“A brotha could be in this bitch on the verge of death and they still wouldn’t give af.” Connie expressed before rolling his eyes

Connie who saw this bad ass nurse with tight scrubs walk into the triage couldn’t help but do a sharp inhale.

“Got damn” he muttered causing his friends to follow his gaze be saying, “Daaaammmmnnn” themselves.

Connie watched as the nurse grabbed a chart of out the slot on the wall before heading in his direction.

“Good afternoon, I’m looking for Mr.Springer”

“I’m right here” Connie said smiling at you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N I’ll be your nurse for the afternoon” you told him returning the smile before adding , “tell me why you’re here today Mr.Springer” in your pretty voice. “Please call me Connie” he said licking his lips while looking you up and down causing his homeboys to roll their eyes. “Okay Connie why are you here” you asked again. “I think I had a heart attack” he responded causing you to look at him in confusion because no way the 25 year old had a heart attack. “No he didn’t ma’am, this fool just smoked too much” a boy with blonde hair and big blue eyes spoke to you.

“Mhmm I see, well I still need to check your vitals and make sure everything checks out.”

Connie who watched you grab vital machine and wrap a blood pressure cuff around his arm.

“Okay Connie, your blood pressure is 129/80 which would be considered elevated. It’s really close to stage one hypertension.” You told him. Connie didn’t know what you were talking about, he just knew you looked so cute with your glasses on, long hair flowing down your back,and fitted scrubs, you just looked so good, you continued, “if it’s okay with you I’d like to get an IV started on you” waiting for him to nod you walked away ignoring the stares of multiple eyes on your ass.

“I’d definitely hit that” Ony said while the others nodded their head in agreement

Connie who had an inked out arm placed in front of you as you prepped for the IV

“ you got a mam mami” he asked as you looked for prominent veins, you only responded with a shake of your head. “Why not?” He continued to ask about your love life. “Mhmm, no man wants to be with a woman who has a hella busy work schedule” you told him as you applied the tourniquet. “Ion mind that beautiful” he told you flashing his bottom grillz when he smirked causing you to shy away and chuckle as you finished off inserting the IV.

Connie who was discharged after your shift bc nun was really wrong with that nigga left a card for you with your coworker.

'Too fine to be single, let me take you out ma ‘xxx-xxx-3942’

“O-oh my god” you moaned out in the blacked out SRT as you sank down on the dick beneath you. “F-fuck baby, this pussy so tight” Connie moaned out from under you before adding, “gon head and bounce on my dick”. Placing both feet on the backseat and standing on your tippy toes you began to bounce up and down on his dick. Connie who was on cloud nine pulled your breast out of your bra before fondling with them and throwing his head back in pure bliss. “That’s it mami, makin me feel good” Connie praised you, you continued to ride him until your legs gave out, tucking them under your, you began to throw your ass looking back at it, “S-shit baby” he breathed out before smacking your ass cheeks then pulling them apart and thrusting his hips up brutally. “Y-yes yes yes, right there” you screamed out eyes going cross from the pleasure this man was giving you. Flipping you over, Connie now has you in back shots position continuing his brutal pace. “Mhmm p-papi, t-too much” you let out, reaching behind you to push on his stomach to slow him down. “Nahh baby, don’t push me, be a good girl and take it” Connie said taking your arm and using it as leverage to pick up his pace. Throughout the car all could be heard was the sound of skin slapping, and the moans and groans from you two. Between Connie’s brutal pace and the harsh ass smacking it was all too much for you and your body fell towards the seats causy the man to huff out. “Tsk tsk tsk, don’t fuckin run baby.take.this.dick”he told you as he linked his arms under you and grabbed your tits, pulling your back to his chest and giving you three deep and harsh thrusts. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, “C-Connie I’m boutta cum, o-omg” you cried out eyes crossed and legs achin “d-damn me too princesa tell me where you want it ma” he asked thrust turning sloppy “I-inside pleeeaasee” you begged and that’s all it took for him to cum deep in your tight cunt and you have to have the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Coming down from your high, Connie pulled you into his lap and looked at you. He had a feeling in his chest that he’d never felt before , but in a good way. Big tatted hand grabbed your face before pulling you into a sloppy wet kiss, pulling away he gave you a sexy smirk before telling you, “gon get back to work baby. You’re break ended 15 minutes ago” asshole

“Yo! Where the fuck you been? Been waiting on you to roll!” Eren asked Connie when he walked in the house. “Ohhhh nowhereeeee.. was just fuckin on my nurse” Connie answered, proud smirk on his face as he plopped down on the couch with his hands behind his head before adding, “and I’ll do it again, nahh nah I’m gonna do it again” head thrown back as he’s already reminiscing about your pussy.

“Lucky bastard” Ony told him before lightening his blunt.

As someone who really works in the medical field patients hit on you none stop. I had a patient last week who kept calling my name just because, then he kept telling me how he closed out on his 5th home and he retired at 40, I told him that was good for him and what plans did he have. This man gone tell me, well I’m trying to make you my girlfriend so you ain’t gotta work. First of all I’m gone work, imma put this degree to use. Second of all, you are 54 years old in a wheelchair(lord forgive me, i ain’t say it to be ill) what am I supposed to do with you?? Then an Arabian asked me today if I was single then WINKED at me like SIR, YOUR WIFE IS IN THE WAITING ROOM SMH. But anywho my inbox is open, feel free to talk to me or request anything 🤧

You know the woman in line behind you is getting impatient, hearing her not so subtle exasperated sigh as you continue to search through your bag, your cheeks burning a deeper shade of crimson when you catch the barista’s tight lipped smile in your direction, her attempt at reassuring you as part of her job, though you can tell she wishes you’d hurry up as well

As if your debit card declining a mortifying four times hadn’t been enough, but then your attempt at using your credit card was just as unsuccessful, the sound of the failed transaction on a stupid 6£ drink sounding out for everyone in queue to know how broke you really were

Embarrassment coursing through your veins, already thinking about how you’ll never have the guts to come back to this cafe again as you desperately search for enough spare change at the bottom of your purse to cover this morning’s coffee, your scrambling comes to a pause when a large shadow suddenly eclipses the overheard lighting above you

In the midst of your frantic searching, a tall figure has come to stand just next to you, their gloved hand stretching past your figure to tap a card against the machine, the happy beep of the teller confirming the transaction’s been accepted this time

“I’ve got tha’ for ya.” A deep, gravelly Manchester accent mutters low enough for only you to hear, before the figure tries to retreat back into queue unnoticed

You eyebrows shoot up in shock, the barista equally appearing surprised but not displeased as she finally gets to hand you your drink and quickly wish you a good day before she’s already trying to help the woman waiting behind you

You step aside out of the queue, swinging your head around to try and spot your mystery saviour who stepped in and helped you out without even needing so much as a thanks in return apparently

You spot him easily, the absolute size of him easily giving him away. No one else in the small cafe could have created such a large, intimidating shadow, let alone spoken in such a deep voice that sent chills down your spine

He stands a head above anyone else in queue, currently last in the line after he stepped out to pay for you. He’s wearing a simple black medical mask on the lower half of his face, a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head offers you only a small glimpse of his eyes, which are noticeably pointed at the ground at the moment

You’re walking towards him before you even realize it

“Th- thank you. I don’t-” You’re cut off when those same eyes glance up to meet your own, stealing your breath away. He seems almost as surprised that you’re speaking to him as you were when he stepped in and paid for you, his eyes betraying his shock for only a fraction of a second before he’s steeling himself and his eyes darken. You get the vague impression that he isn’t someone who’s used to being caught off guard

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.” You say to him, wanting to express just how grateful you are to him for his random act of kindness, but he says nothing in return, hardly blinking once as he simply stares back at you

“I can’t understand why my cards weren’t working today. I promise I don’t like- this isn’t a thing I do. Go into coffee shops and pretend I can’t pay, hoping someone else will…” You awkwardly laugh to yourself, beginning to ramble in an effort to fill in the silence

“Anyways I just, really wanted to say thank you. I don’t know how to repay you.” You’re scrambling now, attempting to save face as this man just looks at you, an arm beginning to swing your purse off your shoulder in hopes of maybe finding enough change to appease this guy

“Not necessary.” The deep voice finally says again, his eyes leaving yours to scan you from top to bottom and then back up again, almost examining the sight before him. You almost feel like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment, seeing the mask moving along with the sound of that gravelly voice an enrapturing vision

“Oh- well I- I mean that’s really nice of you, but I swear I can pay you back.” You recognize that feeling beginning to swirl low in your stomach, familiar with the warmth gathering in the apples of your cheeks; your body realizing it a split second before your brain catches up. You’re kind of into this guy. You can’t see much of his face, but the sliver you do see certainly isn’t unattractive, his height and build speaks for itself, with a voice like that and the fact that he’s just saved your butt and expected not even a thanks in return, you’re wondering if he’s too good to be true

“Do you come here often?” You’re asking him before you can stop yourself, watching a single one of his eyebrows arching ever so slightly. “I just mean that- I come here a lot- sometimes. And if you’re here next time I’m here, then maybe I can pay you back, buy you a drink.”

You’re losing confidence the longer he stands there, not answering. What were you thinking? This guy was just trying to be nice, get the annoying girl holding up the line out of the way so that people can order their drinks and go about their day, and here you are holding him up even longer-

“If it’ll make ya happy.” He’s suddenly answering, snapping you out of your downward spiral. If you could see the grin that slowly creeps upon your face, you might be otherwise embarrassed, but right now you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Oh okay, amazing. I mean- yeah that would- that would be cool. Okay.” You reply, glancing at your watch. “I’m not sure for you, but um, I’m almost always here each Sunday. Around this time.”

“I’ll be here next Sunday. Around this time.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Next in line please.” The barista at the corner calls out, interrupting the two of you. You glance back to see that it’s now his turn to order, feeling bad that you’re about to hold up the queue yet again.

“Great. I’ll see you Sunday then. Thank you again, seriously. I really owe you one.” You say, gripping the straps of your bag tighter as you offer him a sheepish smile before ducking out of the busy cafe, a small smile playing across your face.

Ghost watches your figure through the large windows as you walk out of the shop, across the street, disappearing into the crowd of morning goers strolling about. Only once he cannot see you anymore, does he walk up to the counter, slipping a 20£ note to the barista along with a slight nod of acknowledgement, before he himself is turning to walk out of the cafe, empty handed, intent on catching up to you from a distance.

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AKA Ghost has been stalking you for months and finally comes up with a way to have you approach him