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There's a weight on his chest.

Warm. Breathing. Dead weight.

Acrius's eyes open and he lifts his arm, his hand settling over the form in confusion before he pieces together that it's the Guardian.

A quick glance reveals she's still sound asleep but sprawled over his chest.

What time is it?

Acrius groans, straining to see the clock beside him.

It's nearly time he has to be up anyway but he doesn't want to move her. She's usually up by now so this has never been an issue before. He could get up and get ready in peace while she's already on the bridge with Saladin.

The Valus starts to lift his hand only for the Guardian to voice her disapproval with a soft groan. His hand settles firmly on her back and she relaxes, shifting her arm up his chest. Her hand settles just beneath the start of his mask and Acrius goes rigid beneath her.

He gingerly draws her hand away, cradling it in the palm of his hand. She's so…small. Delicate in so many ways yet the strongest force humanity has.

And she's his.

Well, as close to his as she can get when she resents him and this entire arrangement.

He hadn't wanted this anymore than she did. To spend his life with someone…like him. A solider. A bastard loyal to a fault. She's just like him in that respect. He'd watched her diffuse the conflict between Caiatl and Zavala the day they met. How she stood proudly at her Commander's side and although she tried to veil her apprehension and regret, he'd seen it as clearly as he could see himself in that blasted visor of hers.

And the day they were bonded? She looked physically ill at the sight of him. He's fairly certain she'd blacked out most of the ceremony. Because she didn't meet his eye, she looked almost mechanical when the Empress beckoned.

The Young Wolf's gaze forward had been nothing more than a numb stare.

Vacant. Dreadful. Anguished.

"We really aren't all that different, are we, Little One?" Acrius murmurs.

@enthusiasticaviator!!! Thank you so much for all the wonderful prompts! I know it’s probably already not Lego Movie Day ™️ Anymore, but it’s 8:18pm for me so I’m posting it before the days over. I’m gonna be so honest right now- I don’t think this is my best writing. I don’t even think this is good writing. Mediocre at best. But my New Years resolution was to hate my art less so I’m posting it anyways. Expect a Balthazar fanfic tomorrow to celebrate Lego Movie 2: The Second Part’s anniversary. Okay byyyyye! Fic under the cut, enjoy!

hey y’all! Y’know when I made the poll asking what fanfic I should work on? Well here’s one of the things that is winning the poll right now. Ghostbusters sickfic! Tagging for my moots: @tylwer34567 @centracks! Fic under the cut <3 (ps I might make a chapter/part two if y’all like this)

parts: one, two

this was a night that pushed the limits a little further, than blurry. (filthy simon brain version)

Simon's POV

He has to get you off of his lap. He can feel a ache in his pants, every-time there's a bump in the road and you jiggle a bit on top of him. He knows you're not doing anything on purpose. Why would you, right? You're just as uncomfortable as he is, and he knows you probably don't want to be sat down on him any longer. When you sat down on him the first time, he automatically felt like this was a really bad idea, and that maybe you should sit squashed in the middle or on your friend's lap, instead.

It was some type of way that you moved on him. forward and then back. or something. and now your dress was up. it wasn't tucked anymore. and shit what if you felt him. because Simon can feel your fucking pussy. He's closing his eyes so tight. This feels so perverted. He can feel the outline of your folds, sitting atop his clothed cock. What the fuck were you wearing under your dress?

Simon's trying his hardest not to move either of you very much. The feeling of you, almost bare on top of him was something he was not expecting to ever feel. Nor think about. Fuck maybe he's thought about something once with you. Okay? It was just one time, and he couldn't help it. He had a long day, bootcamp stressing him out to his wits-ends. His cock was feeling so needy, and you had just got off the phone with him. You were fresh in his mind, was that so bad?

You sounded sleepy when you talked to him, something about your voice. And wanting to take care of you.

It was too much to explain. He just thought of taking you, while you're sleepy. Just in a daze. Lifting you off and back onto his thick cock. You not doing any work at all, whatsoever. He wanted your back facing him. Fully naked. Ass on display. Just using you like one of those toys he looked up online. The silicone, half-bodied fuck doll. It was almost the size of his hand, he wondered if he could stuff all his dick in it. It's holes able to be filled, big tits on it like a handle. He wanted to use you like that. Well, not you but it was you in his head.

But it was just that one time. maybe. but that wasn't at all the point here, right now.

The way your squishy looking thighs and the peek of your cute ass was showing to him in this dress. Wouldn't say it wasn't doing nothing to help this. When he walked up on you, it was a lot to process. He stopped in his tracks, way before touching your dress. Just watching the way the wind blew the edges up, it wasn't like he meant to stare. He was becoming curious, was all.

And now here you are, sitting up on him like it was his fantasy. He needs to get you off. lift you off. But that's even worse. Either you were going to feel him get hard underneath you. Or he was going to be hard while lifting you up and off his lap. Either way, his cock seemed to want you regardless.

parts: one, two

this was a night that pushed the limits a little further, than blurry.

you and your girlfriends decided to go to a bar tonight. one of them turning 21. this was your first time having them come to your home town. you already being of age, did your mini-celebration in the dorms with bottles and bottles of pink whitney and hennesy and titos. it was a horrific night. you enjoyed it. you were of course inviting your best-friend, and you both needed to go shopping for this. to the fact that neither of you have had the chance to go to a bar together, legally. so here you two are about to meet up with the rest of your crew, walking down the streets of your inner town. you both lived on the outskirts. you drove your car, but the plan to get home either an uber...or something else if things get to hectic. you'd pick your car up later, this town being quite the safety net. so there was nothing to worry over.

"no man with you?" you whisper to her, her hand grabbing yours before you both step over a puddle. a hearty laugh leaves her chest, but you notice her turn around slightly. almost like to look behind you guys. you feel so paranoid all of a sudden. "right?"

"right! he's in the dog house." she makes a little noise, and you couldn't be happier. you feel the weight lifting, a spring in your step already. but you look behind you guys too. and in the distance you see the only person on your same trail. they were slow about it. not as urgent, but still on a mission. that same paranoia caved in you, but you weren't going to be for much longer. you both we're getting closer and closer to the venue.

"girls!"

with a quick swivel of your head back to what was in front of you, you now see the rest of your babes in-front of you waving the both of you down. this was going to be a cute night. you were so happy to have your best friend finally meet your other friends. with no other interruptions. just you and your girls.

mhm.

by the end of the night, you were buzzing perfectly. everyone had a light in their eyes, and everyone in the building was very respectful. it felt like their was no care in the world. there were some more girls you guys had met that night, and stayed sitting with you in the same area. the music was great, the vibes were great. everything just perfect. you felt cute. you felt sexy. free. young. all of it.

but the end of night, meant some of your girls had do be departing. and you were getting hungry. and something else was bubbling in your stomach. the lot of you begin the circle hugs, the kisses on the cheeks, taking sloppy and drunk pictures. everything becoming a memory. you're outside now, the rest of your friends waving bye as they get into their Uber's. you tell them to share the ride with you, and they do so.

"baby..." you hear you best-friend whisper out beside you, and you look towards the parking area outside of the club. there her boyfriend was, standing beside his car, with his keys in hand. a soft hum leaves your throat at their interaction, it's so cute. and soft. with you following behind her, she leans up towards him and he kisses her.

you're now on your phone as you hear them begin to talk, you're scrolling at nothing really. your brain doesn't even feel here, you still feel the buzz and you can't help but feel giggly. and then you feel fingertips at the hem of your dress. a slight tug downward.

"Your ass is out."

it's low and deterring, drawing you completely away from your phone and whatever was happening around you. but it's so slight behind you, you have to look up and over your shoulder just to see who the fuck was touching you.

simon.

was he here all along? you look into is his eyes, and they're just like you remember. this was his way of greeting you, i guess. hand that's never been lower than your shoulders in a brief hug. fingers that have barely touched any part of you. and there goes the bubbling in your stomach again. he's looking into you, for awhile, before you break the eye contact. your gaze lowering to where his hand meets the edge of your dress. he was picking at it now, the ruffles looking so small in his big fingers. you feel the fabric slip from his fingers, and the ruffle flips up, the breeze catching a squeeze between your thighs. and then simon's fingers are back on the fabric. like he can't stop bullying it.

"okay, and?" your voice is so wavery, just like your balance. you turn around enough to get his hand off of you. and now you're face to face. a silent nod is tutted to you, and then he looks towards his little sister getting into the passenger seat of your ticket home. and then one of your friends began walking your way.

she asks for a ride. of course all of you say yes, and she begins to get in the backseat. everything was happening so fast. or maybe it was your malfunctioning processing skills right now. that car was small, a tiny little four seater. it wasn't meant to be a car-pool, type of car. it definitely didn't feel like it. especially with how far the drive was to home.

you had to sit on simon's lap.

there were no words exchanged when this clicked for you when you see him situating himself into the little automobile. he still finds a way to manspread, just like any guy in any car ever. it's just a glance before you sit down on him. you fold your hands over your dress, hoping this was going be quick. you knew better.

"Sorry." simon apologizes to both you and your friend. you know he didn't think this would happen. being crammed up in the back seat with two girls. but everyone was going to have to deal with his bulky frame.

It's been a few minuets. And it's been a lot of hand hovering, and oh-so-great shifting in his lap. he can't seem to find where to put his hands. and you can't either. you guys were already on the road and it was obvious nothing was going to change. your head was almost hitting the top of the car. your best friend was supposed to be back here. and simon in the front or something. that's if he was even supposed to be here.

you think he was the figure you saw in the distance earlier. following you and your best-friend. did she make him come along? or did he want to be here? it doesn't really matter, he's here. and he's crowding you.

there's his fingers again.

peeking from underneath your still fluttering dress. his hands were on the meats of your thighs. his palms calloused like you remember. he's always felt rough, fingertips, rigid arms, scruffy. you couldn't tell if his hands were roaming your legs or not. but it didn't matter. his hands were there. and they're the only things you can feel. hear. see. just his hands and nothing else. he was having issues with this too. still trying to be respectful of course. even if you didn't feel all too respectful yourself. not with your mind going blank like this.

his name was in your mouth, but you couldn't say it. you wanted to tell him to put his hands somewhere else. because you, with all this alcohol in your system was not something to play with. if you put your hands on top of his and move them yourself, then what is he going to think?you didn't have the time to embarrass yourself. or uncover something you didn't want to have a thought about. just push it away, make it home. go to sleep.

drinking too much always made you horny, it made you feel warm down there. and you sitting and bumping in simon's lap was not helping shit.

"You okay?" his breath is right at your ear. the music in the car slowly disappeared. and it felt like it was only you and him in the car. you're sitting behind your best friend who's talking to her boyfriend, and your other friend to the left of you two. she's fallen asleep. and your dress was no longer tucked underneath your lap. it was fluttered over just enough, to where you could feel his jeans press up into your barely clothed pussy. you had a thin pair of panties on. just so you could feel more flexible with all the walking you were doing. you wanted to feel free.

you shake your head, another bump in the hilly road enlists a small huff from your chest. shit. you don't know what your panties must look like. completely sheer with your slick. and it's rubbing all over simon's crotch, do you think he knows?

maybe he'll think you were saying you were fine. the bumpy texture of his zipper keeps probing your clit. none of this is making sense. you weren't going to say anything. home. bed. you're fine.

his hands snake to your waist. maybe he got the memo. both of them gripping softly. and then you feel a slight press of him slightly lifting you off his lap. you wondered if you felt like any weight at all to him. you felt so supported. and steady. but that friction was gone.

you didn't know how to feel, especially when you hear him apologize again in your ear. he lowered his voice so fucking low, how did he do that? like he almost didn't want to say what he was about to.

"Ignore it." it feels like you are reading simon's mouth, but without looking. barely any noise coming out. just the sound of his tongue leaving the roof of his mouth, and sliding along his teeth. his mouth so close, his breath feels like a kiss to the ear. you knew what he was saying regardless. you can't help but look back. as much as you could to where his voice met with your conscious. he looks away before you can. hands still steady in your waist as he lifts you from his lap.

simon was getting hard underneath you.

the diner: bestiesolderbrother! simon <- masterlist

during the summer before sophomore year.

okay imagine this, you and your bestfriends family are out to eat at this little diner in town. greasy burgers, greasy fries and sweet ass milkshakes.

fucking delicious.

your bestfriend is sat across from her parents. the parents sitting next to you, the mom being on your right side in the booth. and simon is directly infront of you. the parents keep talking to their daughter, leaving you and simon in your own bubble.

"you like?" simon stuffs his mouth with another fry, the piece of burger he just stuffed in there is making its way down already. he looks adorable, and starving.

you look equally as hungry, your burger is already half way gone, and the fries you and him share are getting down to the bottom. "i love."

there's a crack of a smile there, on his warn out face, and you smile too. food was yalls thing, you guys were either sharing the house snacks or going out to eat together in the late nights. maybe you guys were secretly high, or literally just craving chicken tenders. it didn't matter, ever since you guys met, it was like that.

his eyes leave the tray of fries, and meet yours. it's too late to look away, bc he was already squinting at your mouth. he grabs a napkin from the middle of the table and dabs your lip with the paper.

"nasty." he hushes to you. the gravely tone makes you look away, and a soft laugh leaves his mouth as you tilt ur head to help him out with the whipping. he thinks you're ashamed. he holds eye contact with you while he's whipping your mouth though.

simon does that often, just analyzing everyone he looks at. sometimes it makes you feel uncomfortable because it feels like, like he's looking into you. and maybe he wants to, maybe not.

he's got the napkin bunched into the tips of his fingers, and you swear you can feel his callused nubs brush across your lip just once. it almost feels like he's playing with your mouth. you're sure you didn't get ketchup all over your lips. but honestly, you have no clue. you were going in on your burger, and the way he was eating, you know you were doing it just as righteously. lol. but still, right now you can't help but wonder what he's thinking.

"thanks."

advice: bestiesolderbrother! simon <- masterlist simon "ghost" riley x reader

during the summer before sophomore year.

let's take a blast to the past, okay?

"So, when are you going back to college?" His voice flings from across the room, and it's like his timber is clawing up your back, you feel it at your neck. Simon's voice did so much to you, it was so different than all the other guys at your campus. So deep, provocative and protecting. He was only a few years older than you, and his sister. He didn't go to college like you two, but he was extremely smart. He came back from bootcamp earlier in the summer, and was staying at his parents house until he could find his own place.

Simon was the "problem child", always getting into trouble, never really knowing what was next with him. But he was so smart, street smart. You never felt more safe with a man's presence in your entire life. Your dad was never around, and your mom never really cared where you went off to. So you were always here, with your best friend and her older brother, and their parents. You did like being in their company, this was your second home, if need be. And sometimes you did need it. No, you didn't really need to be here for the comfort aspect, but when your mom locked you out of the house one too many times, you couldn't help but need to come to take a few showers and get some spare clothes from your best friend during the summer. Her parents were very understanding. Even if they didn't talk about it much, it was almost unspoken.

"I go back in like," You close your eyes as you tally up the days, feeling a bit overwhelmed at having to talk to this guy, "I'd say a month and a half."

This was going to be your sophomore year in college. Were you ready for school again? No. Did you want some new atmosphere? Yes. Were you missing your own dorm? Yes. You didn't have a roommate, thank the heavens.

It was really quiet in this part of town. And your best friend's got a new boyfriend so she's rarely ever home anymore, let alone when you guys go off to college. You barely see her at all. It's like you're living in her house, without her. But she said she would be back later tonight so you guys could go out to eat, maybe? That's if her man doesn't string along

But Simon was here a-lot of the time. And he was nice to you. Very respectful. Trying to make you feel as normal as possible. He tended to ask you many questions when you guys were alone, and you thought it was sweet. He just wanted you to be able to talk to someone. About anything.

"Excited?" He continues.

"Yeah, I am." You let out a laugh, you know your non-enthusiastic character was completely juxtaposing everything you were saying. "It's just school though, you know?"

Simon nods, and starts picking up a jacket, almost like he was following your movements. "You got a boyfriend that I need to know about?"

A boyfriend?

"No?" You say shortly. You weren't in the mood for guys, I guess. You begin pulling your shoes from the cubby, you always put them in the third box to the right. It was yours at this point. "Not at the moment, Si. Why are you asking?"

You begin to tie your shoes, bending down so you don't have to look at him at all. You don't know if you feel embarrassed, awkward, or just weirdly protected by his questions. He's quiet for awhile. "If you're anything like my sister, I want to give you some advice."

Advice. Please.

"Don't be like her, okay?" He starts off, and you fucking laugh. You fucking laugh, and he stops in his tracks. "What? I'm being serious."

"I am too. You don't have to worry about my decision-making. If that's what you're saying." You look up at him finally. So he's just trying to be that type of person right now. One thing you hated, was someone trying to give you "advice" on shit you didn't need help with. You were fine on your own and always had been. You didn't need anything. You didn't need a parent.

"No, no, not at all." He repeated, finally situating a jacket on his bulky body. "I'm just saying."

"What?" You want him to continue, but you don't know if he will.

"Just be careful." He stops, zips up his jacket and grabs his phone. You grab your keys and the bag you had brought. The next words he says are heavy to you, and slow, like he's trying to make you understand what he was trying to say. "You've grown up."

That heat crawls back, down to your palms and up your neck. He was acknowledging you. "I know, Simon."