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almondmilks-posts · 10 months

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König~ Bitte (please)

(König cums too fast - pure filth)

König is a grunting mess beneath you, cheeks flushed deep red, eyebrows furrowed in ardent need. Brawny, scarred fingers grip threadbare cotton sheets, white knuckled— green eyes glossy with tears as he gazes down at you with fervour, pleas spilling from bitten lips. He’s in full tactical gear, fresh from the field, completely covered from your gaze, save for his bare crotch on full display between the zipper of his undone canvas pants.

He’s inexperienced- you could tell, even though he’d never murmured a word on the subject- it is laced thoroughly throughout his needy actions, the way his hips buck at the smallest touch you give his pale, rippling thighs, or how his heavy cock jumps when you praise him with sweet words. And there’s something so electrifying, having this beast of a man, in a killer’s uniform, writhing beneath you- it all goes straight to your head.

He is colossal. Infused with motor oil, brine and secondary cigarette smoke and the dirtiness of it- of him, cracks open the inviting door to even filthier actions.

His head is pressed harshly against the cool cement wall, damp hair curling around his brow. His mouth hangs agape— a glint of canine flashes in the dim light. His exposed his cock is tall and waiting eagerly for you and he’s embarrassed- you can tell by his flushed cheeks- embarrassed at how hard he is when you’ve barely even touched him- his engorged cock flushed deep purply red— glistening with a bead of pre spend at the sensitive head. Fuck.

His voice is rough and strangled, an honest attempt to string coherent thoughts together, “—ah, bitte, please...” He trails off, unsure of what he want’s you to do, all he knows is that he wants you.

You hold his gaze, vehemently, as you remove threadbare cotton in a swift motion, to revealing your naked frame to his widening eyes, you’re in nothing but a black thong and his glassy gaze is glued to your chest, he’s unable to tear it away, all gentile manners falling to perverse automatic action, he’s once more a teenager exploring his first playboy, struggling to take it in. Hair cascades around peaked nipples, and you’re a vision. He lets out a ragged breath at the soft swell of your breasts, truly questioning whether this was real- whether this was just another of his wet dreams and he’d wake up alone and have to shamefully clean sticky cum off himself. “You are…” he trails off on a ragged cliff, as if no known, spoken word could describe you, and the thought makes your heart swell against your ribs.

There’s a push and pull in him, you can feel it. Part of him instinctively wants to take control, have you his way, throw your body over the desk and ravage you- you both know that physically he can do whatever the fuck he wants with you. But something in him keeps him sat, under your control. He’s dying to do as you say, to follow your lead. The king has surrendered, and you are his unexpected successor.

Your hips bulge as your legs spread wide to fit over his massive thighs. Sinewy muscle tenses under you and the sight of his cock just waiting there for you makes your stomach clench. He’s staring at your crotch, at the small patch of wet fabric and the way it clings to the outline of your puffy cunt. There’s something pornographic about the way he’s fully dressed in tactical gear, complete with steel toed boots and dirty canvas pants, and you mount him bare, save for a sopping thong. Your airy, sultry voice cuts through thick, sweaty air, “Has it been a long time, König?” You’re being a bit patronizing, frankly, but you can tell he likes it, or he wouldn’t be this hard- pre-spend oozing out of his swollen slit.

His eyes rise to yours, and his pupils are blown wide, his voice breathless, “Ja-fuck-yes Maus, been so long. Please, touch me.” Your soft hands find his lower belly and its taught and veiny, skin scorching, you trace his abs, over his whisper of a happy trail, and you feel his muscles tense beneath your fingers, littered with scars. Your softness melts into his roughness and you’re pulled into him as if he possesses his own gravitational force. You gather his pre-spend from his stomach on two fingers and he watches with bated breath as you raise them to your lips, you take them deep, and the poor man doesn’t know what to do with him self. He’s briny and bitter and you want to force the taste further down your throat. A pathetic sound leaves his mouth, and it makes your stomach flop.

You rise up slide your thong to the side, exposing your cunt and he’s eager to position himself for you. Ready to bend to your every need, all he wants to be is good for you. You feel your stomach clench in anticipation as you are struck again with how thick he is- the thought of him stretching you out makes you thrum with anticipation. You’re sopping, and he’s dribbling from the tip— cock sliding deliciously easy, against the seam of you, right up against the choking split. Your fingers find locks of his hair and you ground yourself in him, as he catches harshly on the edge of your hole, right against your clit and pleasure shoots through your body. You’re both so sleep and touch deprived and that just makes you all the more fervid. You’re embarrassed at how fucked out you must look, but his head is thrown back and he’s almost drooling and you can’t look more desperate than him.

You run his mushroom head over the split again, and he’s unable to contain himself, softly bucking his hips into you, and when he finally breaches your hole, spliting you wide for him you let out a sharp sound, fingers harshly grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He sobs, voice ripping through his hoarse throat, “Ah-ah! Maus, fuck you’re so hot inside so… small.” It’s really he that’s large but you don’t bother correcting him. You tighten your fingers, fisting his hair, surely hard enough to hurt, as you inch yourself lower onto him. His fingers find the fat of your ass and hes pulling your cheeks apart, marks sure to bloom purple and blue later. His hand finds the waistband of your thong and he’s pulling it, overstimulation forcing him to action, the feeling of it dragging against your clit makes you keel. You hear the fabric rip, and he’s murmuring a slew of apologies. “Ah- I’m sorry maus-” You kiss his cheek sloppily in forgiveness. Salty and warm- stubble brash against your lips.

You pull back and his eyes drop to your little cunt, swollen lips stretching out around him and he’s in awe that you can take him so well. He’s definitely bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, but you can tell he doesn’t understand the extent of his size, and now is not the time to boost his ego, so you bite your lip and when your skin finally meets the cold metal of his zipper and he’s fully inside you sit there for a beat to adjust. Hes pulsing deep inside you and you can fucking see the outline of the head of his cock protruding from your belly, just below your bellybutton.

And when you point it out to him with a sickly sweet voice, “See you, so deep inside me König?”

He grunts, “Fuck me,” having to tear his eyes away a second later to keep from orgasming right then and there.

You begin to softly bounce your body above him, you tell yourself it’s to go easy on him, but truly you don’t think you could do move more with how deep he goes. Cold metal of his zipper harshly grazes your soft skin. Your breasts bounce with every movement and he pulls you into him, groaning into your shoulder, and sharp canines nick your flesh. Your grip in his hair mirrors your clench around him, painfully tight.

You speed up, slapping of skin fills the room, your flesh bubbles between his iron fingers and he’s whimpering into your ear, before you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes go wide and he’s suddenly blurting out, “Im sorry, I’m so sorry-ah, fuck.” His hips are bucking up into you faster, you feel them stutter, and his mouth falls open to softly bite your shoulder. His cock twitches, mushroom head notching somewhere deep inside you— and you can feel it in your stomach. He shudders all over, his huge form shaking with the strength of his orgasm, and then he blushes deep crimson. “I’m- A-ah,” Cum spurts out fitfully, and you feel it, hot and thick, filling your guts, and you can’t help but whimper into his hair at the feeling.

Warm pressure blooms in your belly. His deep raspy breaths grate against cold stillness.

Tears are brimming in his glassy eyes when he raises his head, damp curls falling across his forehead. Your cunt clenches at the sight and you redden at the obscene squelch it makes. He swallows hoarsely, “I’m so sorry. I wanted to…I couldn’t— you just felt so good—”

Another open mouthed kiss to his cheek makes him let out a soft puff of captive air.

“‘S okay König.” Your eyes sparkle, voice soft. “I can sit on your face, and you can make me cum then, yeah?” You smile coyly, as his eyes widen, cheeks flushing once more.

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almondmilks-posts · 1 year

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up all night|simon ‘ghost’ riley

neighbor!ghost|reader

genre: smut/fluff

warnings: dirty talk, fingering, titty sucking, cowgirl, kissing, slight spanking, slight choking, he loves him some you, he’s so fuckin sexy, too fucking sexy. he's low-key clingy fr and he loves touching you.

words: 6.7k

song rec: art deco-lana del rey

Simon didn’t know what to do about you. He wasn’t sure there was much he could do when he wasn't much of a conversationalist. Not that he was there much anyway, but when he was, he was hiding in his apartment and only going out late at night to grab a couple of items from the little store down the street or to have a little smoke break outside.

Never seeing you much like he wanted to, he always got little dishes in the front of his door with bright sticky notes on them. They were stupid yet so sweet, “Hope you like it, let me know if you do.” or “Eat well, Simon.” With those cute little hearts and smiley faces on them. He doesn't know exactly why but he always picked them up. He never questioned and didn’t really know how to let you know he appreciated the gesture. He figured picking up his dishes and eating what was made then cleaning and returning them the same night was enough for you to continue on. You were a good cook so he wasn’t complaining and a nice cup of tea or a heavy glass of bourbon was enough to really seal the deal on a nice relaxing night. Not to mention, he kept all your sticky notes. Not that it mattered because he figured you would never step foot into his apartment to see them sticking on his fridge. The only person to enter his home was Johnny and never hearing the end of those sticky notes, Simon didn’t really care as long as they made him feel something.

He didn’t get that much, in fact, he didn’t get that at all. So, coming home to relax even just a little and to read your sticky notes is what made him feel a little alright. There was only so much he could do though. It was just a part of him and how his nature was. He was always on alert even when he was at home and when he did go out, he could carry at least a blade on him. When you did catch him, you always questioned why he did have one on him, and yet he never answered, opting to simply grunt out a basic response such as “it’s comfortable” You stopped asking when it was the only answer. It wasn’t your business anyway, all you wanted to do was to feed the tall mysterious man that lived next door.

You don’t exactly know what possessed you to start the little habit but that one little convo you had in the hall was enough to let you know that he wasn’t home much and he wasn’t cooking much either. Little responses here and there to help you connect the dots, Simon was so used to people being scared or intimidated but you weren’t either of them. You should be but you know he won’t do anything unless necessary. Ghost was meticulous and a cold calculated man you've come to find out. Very observant at that and kept to himself every chance he got. A simple man who kept to himself. A man you found yourself slowly becoming attracted to. From his voice to the way he looked, those eyes played a big part. Late at night, those eyes were the main drug to your sudden spike in desire. You could only wonder what he looked like without the mask and yet you probably won’t ever know. This man was eating you alive simply living next door to you, every time he would come home and then leave a couple of days after, a couple of hours or weeks, or even months left you wanting more than before. You craved that man more than you would like to admit.

You weren’t desperate; at least that's what you thought. You weren't crazy either but it was something about him that made you feel obsessed. He felt like a drug you couldn’t get your hands on, an off-limits kind of man.

It was times when you tried to pull away but he was so good at pulling you back in and he didn’t know of a single fucking thing. The times where when you did catch him, he would look at you. His eyes would trail down your body and then back up to your face. It was like he knew the effect he had on you every time he did it. You could have been blind but even then you swore you saw his lips curl into a tiny smirk. Your night was going great up until the neighbor you were hanging out with found out about you paying attention to another man. It wasn’t even supposed to go like that, you thought since it was the topic then you would keep up the topic with interest until he was no longer interested. It seemed like jealousy was the main factor for him to leave your place in quite a hurry.

Ghost watched as the guy walked out of your apartment, following you shortly until you were leaning against your doorframe. Frankly, it was a little humorous watching your downstairs neighbor become startled by the big military man but you had to keep a straight face just until your downstairs neighbor was out of sight.

“What an asshole..” You mumbled to yourself.

Ghost was leaning against the balcony, cigarette between two thick fingers. It wouldn’t hurt to greet him.

“Hi, Simon.”

He turned his head to look at you, eyes scanning over you before he gave you a small nod. You fully expected to just have that and go on with your night, slowly walking back into your place.

“C’mere.“

It should have been a shame how quickly you slipped on your slippers and walked out of your apartment to stand next to him. Towering over you was an understatement, standing next to him made him seem like a fucking giant. There were a million questions running through your head as to why Simon wanted you. Before you would even open your mouth to ask, he spoke up first.

“I was thinkin’ what’s that song you always listen to? Somethin’ about art or some shit.” He mumbled roughly, trying to make conversation. There was a pause and he thought you didn’t want to talk to him but hearing your sweet voice made him turn his dark gaze back to you.

“Art deco.” You mutter, avoiding his gaze as it was one you weren't quite used to. You’ve seen it multiple times, seen him angry, seen him deadly silent, and yet in this sort of mood- you weren’t used to seeing him like this; so content. You just couldn’t handle yourself having his eyes on you. “Can you hear my music?”

“Every time I lay down, sweetheart. Startin’ to think you’re obsessed with just that one song only.” He flicked the end of his cigarette and watched the ashes fall down to the ground, next to his thick boot.

You nudged him. “That’s not true. You know I play other music too. Does it keep you up all night?”

He clicked his tongue. “Yeah, not as much as that fuckin song but no, it doesn’t. I would knock on your front door if your music kept me up all night.” He teased as he glanced down at you for a second, watching the way you smiled. He wanted to see that more. He took one last drag from his cig, holding the smoke in before exhaling it out his nose. You hated how hot it was to watch him smoke.

“Damn, I didn’t take you much for a teaser Simon.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know, doll. It’s not a problem right?” He dropped his cig to the ground, stepping on it roughly.

“No, that just means I have to find out more about you is all. I’m more than willing.” You leaned against the railing and looked out at the view. It was a comforting one, especially being able to see all the city lights. Feel the cool breeze on your skin and simply enjoy the presence of being around him.

Simon will give you that, you were calmly persistent yet never overwhelming to his space. He ignored you the first time he saw you only because he didn’t really think to greet someone he wasn’t going to always see, but you caught him in his worst times and having that seemed to work well with anything else you did.

Pulling out another cig, he wasted no time lighting it with a flick of his skull-printed lighter. You thought it was cute and even huffed out a laugh seeing it. He didn’t question your laugh as he hid it back in his jean pocket. It was nice to hear you laugh though. You watched his every move too, taking in more of what he was wearing and little actions here and there. The way his gloves fit, up to the way he wore a simple black hoodie and his hood covering most while the balaclava did the rest besides it exposing his lips. You didn’t mean to stare but how could you not? This man was the epitome of a dream and even when he was hidden, you were so certain that the man was so pretty. You dreamed of those lips on yours, dreamed of them leaving kisses on your skin until you were begging for more. Simon noticed you staring and it wasn’t something uncommon, he’s gotten stares before but you were looking at him with this certain look. It was like you were trying to take in every little thing about him and soak it up before he covered it again. He didn’t mind when you stared at him, it meant he still had your attention. It would have been a problem if you didn’t.

“Now, are you gonna let me know who that fuckin’ guy was? Or are you going to keep it to yourself? He seemed really pissed seeing me outside. Like I did somethin.” You groaned to yourself. “It’s so stupid. He came over because he wanted to try another recipe and I gave him one like I normally do. While we were talking, I mentioned that I would make you little meals from time to time and I guess that was something he didn't want to hear. He asked me why I was feeding a man who was rarely home and I didn’t say much, it’s not my business to tell someone else’s business. I simply said it was nice knowing someone enjoyed my food and he almost lost his shit.”

Ghost scoffed. “You mean to tell me, he got jealous because he found out you were cooking me food? Pathetic. He just walked out on you?”

You nodded your head, lightly laughing. “Besides calling me a delusional whore, yeah.”

“You liked him?“

It seemed like he was quite talkative tonight.

“Hell no, don’t have feelings for him like that. He was just a friend and besides, I have my eye on someone else.”

“Yeah? Who?” He knew who. It didn’t need much thinking to know, he just wanted to hear it come out of your mouth. You knew he knew as well, it was obvious from the very moment you started putting those sticky notes on his food and asking him questions to know more about him. It never occurred to you that he liked the attention you were giving him until his friend Johnny told you. It was a secret between the both of you and times Johnny even came to check up on you when he was out of work. Always asking how it was between you and Simon. “You.” You weren’t looking at him when you told him and yet knowing it was him made him stand up straight. A cold gloved hand grabbed your chin and his cold eyes stared into yours, the cigarette hanging from his lips. He took a drag and pulled it from his lips, dropping the cig to the ground to step on it again. The smoke seeped from his lips as you watched his eyes drag all along your face like he was trying to take in every little thing about you. Mutual habit. “You mean it?” It took everything in you to not let your legs give out. “Y-yeah. I like you a lot, Simon...I wouldn’t lie about it.” He only pulled you in closer, your hands coming in contact with his chest making you gulp. “Don’t go gettin’’ shy on me now, love.” He leaned in close, his lips close to yours. “Though it is cute.” His lips pressed against yours and you kissed back immediately, gripping his hoodie in your hands. It was hungry, and possessive the way he kissed you. His hand dropped from your chin down to your neck, it felt heavy on your skin as his thumb rubbed along your throat. Your lips parted to taste the smoke of him on your tongue. The way he kissed could have had you on your knees in an instant but nothing could have stopped you from getting more of him. You moaned into the kiss as his other hand gripped your hip then slowly moved to your lower back. Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the way his heavy kisses trailed down to the side of your neck, opposite from his hand. The way his lips made work teasing your skin until it was raw, his tongue and teeth doing the worst. It was hard to hide any noise you made because of him. “Simon…Si..-mon. We’re still outside.” You whimpered. The man pulled away with a low growl, licking his lips as he looked at you. He didn’t care where the fuck you two were, he would bend you over this balcony if that meant he could have you cumming on his cock. His eyes were filled with lust as he stared down at you before he gestured to your place with a tilt of his head and you nodded your head, grabbing his hand to pull him back into your place. Entering your place, he made his way to your couch and as he sat down, he watched as you closed your door. It wasn’t a big couch, to begin with and seeing him take up most of it made your brain numb. His long legs spread and his dark-washed blue jeans clung to his thick thighs.

“Are you thirsty?” You asked, earning a small shake of his head, declining your offer. It wasn’t like him to be here so you didn’t know what to do besides want to fuck him, so he spoke up. He was so good at knowing.

“You don’t need to be nervous, love. Just come here.” He pats his thigh with one hand. As you walked over to try and sit next to him, Simon guided you onto his lap. “I kiss you once and you’re over here lost.”

The ache in your stomach dropped down to your core, leaving you with another problem other than you being nervous. You were fucking turned on especially being on top of the big man. Even in this position he still was big, everything about him was fucking big. You could physically feel your body shake with chills. Every little thing he did was enough to fuck you up immensely.

He gripped your hips, lifting you higher up until you sat comfortably. Never in your life have you wanted a man to touch you more than now, especially since his hands were on you.

“So responsive.” You rested your hands on his chest. Cute , he thought.

He lifted the bottom of his balaclava up just below his nose again. You don’t even recall him pulling it down, though it didn’t matter. What did matter was that you could make out scars on his face, full lips and just enough stubble. Just from what you got, you knew for a fact he was pretty. God, he was too pretty.

“Are you just gonna stare all night, love?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind honestly.” Simon didn’t give a response but you could notice his eyes reacting to your words, you’ll take that. You’ll take anything at this fucking point to have him, to keep him to yourself. You grabbed his hands, tugging on each finger to loosen the glove until you were able to pull it off all while he watched. His lip twitched with a reaction he just didn’t know how to fully comprehend. “As much as I love the gloves, it would be nice..to feel your bare hands on me. If that’s okay.” You looked up at him and he looked up at you, nodding as you managed to tug off the other glove until both were sitting neatly on the table beside your couch. Now that you were able to touch his hands, you were able to feel the hard work of them, every scar, every callous down to his palms and over the veins of the back of his hands. Simon didn't know what was happening, he did know that this alone was enough to make the ache in his pants worse.

You lifted his hands up to your chest, nibbling on your bottom lip as you let him squeeze both breasts in his rough palms. “Fuck...” He growled, squeezing them a bit harder just to get those pretty noises out of you. He needed you out of this dress before he ended up ripping it.

Once he dropped his hands down to your thighs, his fingers tugged the dress up higher, over your ass until he was able to see your panties. A cute pair of black panties with thin bands that sink into the fat of your hips. “Let’s take this thing off.” Simon helps you tug it off until you are left in your bralette and panties, a sight he engraved in his skull. How the bra clung tight to your breasts down to the way your panties hugged your figure. What really grabbed him was the soft pudge of your tummy. He was the kind of man who had to keep a hard form to take heavy hits but with you, everything was soft about you. Every fucking thing and he couldn’t deny it wasn’t something he dreamed about every time he rested his head on his pillow.

It was chilling to see Simon stare at you so openly without something to cover your body besides some thin undergarments. He dragged his hands down your sides and sunk his fingers into you like he was greedy to have it all and in an instant, you were found on your back with him hovering over you. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder then trailed kisses down to your breasts, his stubble leaving delicious scratches against your sensitive skin. The man didn’t stop there, he scratched his nails down the side of your thigh and moved his hand until they came in contact with your ass. He squeezed it, then again before pulling his hand away to smack it and squeeze it again. “So soft,” He paused to nip your tummy. “Fuck…so warm.” Your moans are what encouraged him to continue and feeling your hand hold his shoulder for support only made him crave your touch even more. The weigh of him on you felt nice, he felt close to you and you needed that. He watched you, took in the way your eyebrows furrowed and your lips quiver once his fingers came in contact with your clothed cunt. He pushed against the fabric until he could feel your aching clit and with a small nudge, you were like putty in his hands. He hooked his index and middle finger into your panties to pull them to the side, rough enough to keep them in place but gentle enough to keep them from snapping. Once he came in contact with your bare cunt, nothing could stop him from ruining you at this moment. Thick fingers slid between your slit and he groaned, feeling your slick coat them. You were soaking.

Simon teased your clit with two thick fingers as his lips were busy leaving rough kisses down the valley of your breasts. His fingers spread your lips and flicked your clit with his middle finger. “Want to know what else I can hear besides your music?”

You nodded your head, desperate for anything at this point. “I hear you moaning my name, sweet little thing you are. You think about me when you touch this sweet cunt?”

He’s ruining you even before he really does anything and it’s what fucks you up. “Keeping me up at night knowing I need rest. You may play music but I can still hear your desperate moans through it, love. Every time, it’s like you get needier. Moaning my name like a fuckin pup in heat - you think about my cock that much?” The wet firm smack of his fingers against your cunt makes you whine. It was pathetic. It was embarrassing how wet you were.

The tip of his fingers teased your cunt, rubbing along your tight hole until he could slide both into you. His other hand rested on your throat, the pads of his fingers resting in points to squeeze.

“Answer me,” He demanded.

“Yes, fuck yes,”

“Filthy girl..” He mumbled as he started a slow and teasing pace, sliding his fingers out and then back in with a wet snap. Your breath becomes shaky and it’s like you can feel every spark of pleasure in your body. “I should punish you for making me suffer like that, fuckin touching yourself with my name in your mouth is bold, love. Since you were so persistent, this is my cunt you understand me?” “Oh god…god yes .” He fucked you with two thick fingers until you were spilling around them, coating them with your arousal until that wet sound grew sloppy. “You come to me when you need me, you beg for my fingers, my mouth, and my cock from now on. I find out you’re touchin’ what’s mine then I’ll give you a reason to be a desperate whore.” You couldn't think straight, couldn’t speak straight as he fucked you with his fingers. They even curved to reach that sweet spot while his thumb rubbed your clit. Your nails dug into his bicep and your hips rocked into his hand. Simon pulled his hand from your throat to your bra to tug, exposing both breasts. He groped the right one then the left one as his fingers grew faster in tempo. You were gorgeous, dare he say something better than that. You were perfect. If he wasn’t so desperate to fuck you senseless, he would be on his knees in between your legs eating you like a starved man. He wouldn't even stop, wouldn't dare stop until he could taste you through his mask, wouldn't dare until you were shaking in his hold. His hips pushed against your thigh, grinding his cock against it for some form of friction all while he maintained his pace. You were making such a mess, he could feel your arousal drip from his own fingers. The way he could feel you tightened with every thrust only made his lust darken.

“Please..please right there..right there Si.” He kept that angle as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple to suck on it. He sucked and flicked his tongue against your nipple, cheeks just slightly hollowing until he pulled away to do the same to the other nipple. His fingers were doing god’s work and he loved the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers. Each wet snap made his cock throb in his jeans but he was adamant about making you cum on his fingers first, he could practically feel your arousal cling every time he pulled his fingers out. “Such pretty tits,” Your body tensed in his hold, shaky whimpers filling his ears as you coated his fingers in your sticky cum. He groaned lowly with a perky nipple in his mouth, feeling you tremble made him want to continue, but to hear your noises break as just the slightest feeling of overstimulation hit. He pulled his fingers out when he felt your thighs try to trap his hand between them, pushing them back apart with sticky, wet fingers. “Keep em’ open, love. Let me indulge a little longer.”

Simon pulled away to stand up, leaving you exposed to the most vulnerable position on the couch. God, he could see everything. He sunk his fingers into his mouth to clean them, getting a taste of you. “Mm, maybe I should make you cum on my tongue. Get you ready to take my cock.” You whimpered. “You really are somethin,” First, he unzipped his jacket, tugging it off his arms until he was standing above you in just a tight black tee and his jeans. Boots long discarded somewhere. All while his eyes were on you, he undressed slowly. It was his tee and then it was his belt, you stared at his body without an inch of shame. A machine of a man, built to take down men like Johnny had told you. Littered with scars and burn marks, you could only continue to think he was pretty. Made by a god.

Fat pecs and big beefy arms, he could suffocate you and you’d say thank you. The tattoo on his forearm made everything worse. Your eyes moved lower, to the thin hair on his chest though it wasn’t much. Seeing more trail down underneath his jeans is what made your body tremble. Then seeing a nice curve in front of them let you know clearly that what he was hiding could potentially put you in a temporary coma. He popped the belt open with a quick flick and feeling it loosen made him sigh.

Once he undid the button on his jeans, he pushed them down and right then and there there was nothing you could do to stop any filthy thought from filling your mind. You swore he could see you drip once he revealed the tight black boxers he was wearing. Of course, they would be black. Nearly everything he wore was black

“You got somethin' to say?” Simon asked. You sat up with a playful smile on your lips, eyes glinting with playfulness. ‘Nuh-uh.” “Nuh-uh?” He teased. “Take them off, Simon.” You softly demanded. That earned a soft huff. “Take 'em off for me.” You were never one to back down from such a thing and reached out to grab his hand, tugging him closer to you until you were able to reach his boxers. You should have prepared yourself better but you were too busy pressing soft kisses along his abdomen to care. Your desires were so heavy, you couldn't stop from sliding your tongue along his skin as you inched the fabric down his legs. Once you pulled away, seeing his dick spring from the confinement of his boxers made your mouth water.

“Are you scared? Too big?” He grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. “Not scared, nervous and too horny for my own good.” You bit your bottom lip as you stared into his eyes, you loved how he never shied away from you. It was more of you doing it because his eyes were something dangerous, addictive, and intimidating and you only wanted to stare for hours. His thumb stroked your chin while his other hand reached down to grab his cock, wrapping long thick fingers around the base to give it a firm squeeze. He hissed as he felt your tongue swipe against the weeping tip, tasting him. You moaned as you took a little more of him in your mouth only to pull away with a lewd smack, almost like a kiss. “You better be careful, love.” “I simply don’t want to though.” He huffed out a little laugh and gave your cheek a light smack. “Promise?”

You smiled. “Pinky promise.”

Simon pulled away from your hold to sit on the couch beside you, not before grabbing you and lifting you back onto his lap like before. This right here was his favorite view and as he saw you grab his cock to guide him into you, he knew that he wanted to leave you in tears after. You deserved this, fuck you deserved it all. His hands held your hips as he guided you down slowly, allowing you to take him at the pace you wanted. Your tight walls clinging to his cock made him grunt out and with a dull smack, your ass sat comfortably on his thighs. It was like you knew what you were doing and he found that attractive, you were perfect. He leaned in to kiss your neck, running the tip of his nose along your skin as he parted his lips to bite you. It wasn’t hard and wasn’t soft either but it was enough to get a moan out of you. Once you felt comfortable, you held his shoulders and even gave him a squeeze as you lifted your hips and dropped them back down. You kept that slow delicious pace until you needed more, you needed to feel him deeper in you.

“Lean into me love, let me fuck you good...” A heavy palm grabbed the fat of your ass, squeezing it between thick fingers. He lifted your hips and dropped them as you rode him. He filled you up just right, every inch felt deeper with every thrust and you could only cry out in pleasure as you rested your head on top of his. His face against your breasts, he wrapped his left arm around your waist to hold you as your hips rolled against his. “You’re so big, Si.” You whispered breathlessly. He grunted roughly. “Yeah?” His lips kissed your jaw and with your eyes shut, he took the opportunity to pull the rest of his mask off. He didn’t know what possessed him to do such a thing but to feel you grip him with a hold that was tight, it felt like more than just a grip of pleasure. It felt like you held him because you didn't want to let him go. “Yeah. I love it. Love feeling you so deep in me.” You looked down at him. Your hazy eyes stare at Simon completely. His blonde hair was messy from the mask, your eyes could only take so much in as he pushed his hips up to fuck you. Slow and languid thrusts to make you feel everything, you leaned in to press your lips against the scar running along his nose then down to kiss his lips. You couldn’t get enough of him. “Fuckin’ hell…you’re making such a mess on my cock.” Simon moaned against your lips. “Such a pretty thing you are..” He knew he would do anything to have this again, to feel you squeeze him the way you were, to feel you take him and hear you lose your mind. It was enough to make you tear up with the way he was talking to you. Knowing that he thought you were pretty and sweet made your body tremble in his hold. “M’ gonna fill you up then make sure to fuck my cum deep inside you, you hear me?”

You breathed out heavily.

For a man who didn’t talk much, he sure had a filthy mouth.

He grabbed one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing it roughly in his palm. Deep grunts and breathless moans spilled from his lips as he watched you bounce on his cock.

“Atta girl…gonna give you a nice big load..” He tilted his head back, watching your face contort with pleasure. To the way, your eyes were shut and eyebrows furrows, down to your lips that were parted. You didn’t know how much more you can take.

As you opened your eyes you were met with his, he was watching you the entire time. His eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks flushed, you felt him grip your hips tighter. You wanted to kiss him so badly. It seemed he wanted the same as he stuck his tongue out and moaned as you pressed yours against his until he had you locked in a deep kiss. Simon kept you still as you both kissed, basking in the feeling of being deep inside you, warming his cock up and squeezing him. Perfect tight cunt just made for him.

Just the way he kissed you made it hard to pull away but as you did, you whispered into the kiss, “Lay down.”

He obliged and didn’t need to ask as he maneuvered you both on the couch until he was able to lay back against the cushions. You gave him another tender kiss before you sat up, laying your hands flat on his chest.

Slowly you started to grind against him, your eyes gazing into his only to shut as you moved a little quicker. The ripple of your hips and ass was hypnotic and he tilted his head back in a deep whine. It took a lot of restraint, and a lot of willpower to keep from fucking you senseless. You wanted a bit of control and he was happy to give it to you, especially with the way you were fucking him. “God, don’t stop…don’t fuckin stop.” Simon moaned in encouragement. You trembled above him as you felt your tummy tighten, it was too soon that you were getting close to cumming. You knew you were a mess but Simon found it sexy, seeing the way your skin glistened with sweat, hearing your wet cunt take his cock, and hearing your moans made him blind with lust. Simon gripped you tight, scratched your skin raw, and sunk his nails into your skin until crescent moons were imprinted in your skin. You lowered to press your chest against his, giving yourself enough support to bounce your ass. He took that opportunity to whisper sweet filth in your ear. “You ride me until you cum, you hear me? I want you making a mess, love. I want your cum dripping down to my balls by the time you’re done with me…” You hid your face in his neck, sinking your teeth into his skin as his filthy words drove you to go faster. Your thighs were burning and your body was hot but the delicious feeling of his cock filling you couldn’t stop you. His hands rubbed your body, massaged your muscles, and squeezed the soft fat between his fingers, hooking them in the band of your panties to hold. “There we go..fuck there we go..” You kissed his neck and trailed them up to his jaw, moaning against his skin as he slightly thrust his hips. It started slow but each thrust grew rough, grew deeper and the smack of skin grew louder within the living room. You never stopped your hips, never stopped until your body was breaking down above him.

Simon broke you, he ruined you, and you couldn't form a single thought to save your life as your cunt squeezed his cock. “Simon...I’m so close..” Ecstasy seeped from your body as your sensitive pussy pulsated. Every fiber of your being numb to the pleasure, numb to the feelings of Simon. He didn't stop his own hips, pumping you full of every inch until he was growing close to his own orgasm. “Mmm, fuck.” You cried out as your cum spilled and god did you make a mess, you could practically feel it dripping and he could too, he could feel it slide down to his balls and that alone pushed him to his own edge He moaned deeply, his cock swelling until thick spurts of his cum filled you up. For a moment, he fucked his cum deep into you, bliss taking over him, sweat dripping down his skin making his messy blonde hair stick to his skin as his thrusts came to a slow stop. You pressed your lips against his cheek and let your lips linger while you both lay there on the couch. For a moment, you both stayed there trying to catch much-needed air. A small sigh and a rough kiss on your own cheek is what made you laugh a little. You couldn’t believe that you just fucked the guy you’d been touching yourself to for countless nights. It felt unreal. As you sat up to look at him, you winced as you slowly slid off him; an ache permeating between your legs and thighs, you laid back on the couch. Simon stood up from the couch, bending down to grab his shirt off the ground. He grabbed your ankle to pull you closer to him, carefully just so he could wipe his mess off you. He did the same for himself and pulled his boxers back on then fixed your panties for you. It’s not like you couldn’t do it but seeing Simon do it for you felt intimate.

“I got you.’ Simon mumbled as he lifted you up in his arms, taking you to your bedroom. He kicked the door open and stepped inside. As you both lay in the bed, Simon wasted no time pulling you into him to hug you.

“You’re not going to leave right?” You whispered, making him tense up against you, it was only for a second before he pulled you closer. Hiding his face against you with a deep sigh, your hand rubbed his back gently.

“No, I find myself rather comfortable where I am right now. Keep talkin’.” “About?” You glanced down at him. “Tell me when you started liking me.” You could sense a smug in his tone. “Yeah and embarrass me? No thank you, Simon.” “Why not? Scared I might tease you for it?”

“You just might. You’ve proven to be quite the teaser. Who knows what you might say.” He nodded his head and moved to lie on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “I’ll tell you somethin’ then you gotta tell me. Deal?” He turned his head to look at you and you turned to look at him, nodding your head slowly. He chose to sit up in his spot and you followed, missing his warmth. Those rough hands of his grabbed your body, tugging you to him so that he could dive his face into the side of your neck. “I keep your sticky notes on my fridge.” You laughed softly. “Do you really? I thought you would have thrown them away.’ “No, and I do like that song art deco, it grew on me while you were keeping me up.” He pulled away to look at you. “Simon, that was two things.” “Yeah, I know. Gives you a reason to really tell me now.” He squeezed your sides. “Well, it’s because you took my food and ate it. That’s not it, hearing you greet me and ask for me to make you certain things really did a number on me.” You gasped as you were thrown on your back. “Yeah? My voice huh..?” He whispered lowly. Knowing that you had a thing for a voice made things a lot easier for him. “Mmhm..” You laughed. “Your eyes too. Your lips, your face…fuck everything. If I knew I was keeping you up all night, I would have been louder. Maybe you would have fucked me earlier..” “Maybe you should have, I like it when you beg.” “I'll beg all the time if that means I’ll have you, Simon. I’ll beg to have you touch me, I’ll beg to have you kiss me, fuck, I’ll beg while on my knees.”

“Show me then..” He pinched your ass possessively before pulling away. Something in you felt like a rush, like a cloud of warmth had hit you as he stared at you with a cold gaze.

“You got a lot of making up to do, love. Don’t make me wait.”

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—♡ —SIMON SAYS … ❞

SIMON GHOST RILEY X FEM!READER

✯. !! Synopsis : so you like to play mind games with ghost? goodluck, cause hes got a few tricks of his own to beat these little charades of yours. when he comes home to remind you whos really the expert at games—simon says…your playtime is over

✯. !! WC : 8.3K

✯. !! Tags & CW : explicit content! (18+ mdni) - hard dom!Ghost (he’s rlly mean), bratty! reader, sex tapes, masturbation (male & fem), choking/asphyxiation play, creampie, mating press, squirting, rough sex, spanking, subtle sir kink, size kink/difference, degradation, manhandling, orgasm denial, praise/petname usage, dumbification, dirty talk, (maybe?) prey and predator play, the mask stays ON. <3

✯. !! A/N : first fic and guess what, i wrote with my pussy on this one. hope you enjoy !! lmk what y’all think <33

Maybe this wasn’t your smartest choice in life.

Whether it’s the sobering reality of sitting in the after-guilt of praying for negativity, or a complete backfire that could’ve made things entirely worse—most times, an action made purely from spite and pettiness, never ends up well.

This was one of those times.

Where guilt and the possibility of a backfire merged into one—a single, enormous, dark mass of gut bubbling anxiety.

You were given very, very simple instructions only a few days prior to this moment. And yet, all because your last few messages to your boyfriend were being left unanswered and open on seen, your willingness to take matters into your own hands—to finally get his attention, brought you more than you bargained for.

You had no idea what was truly in store for you once you decided to misbehave and break one of his very simple rules.

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Hey! I had a pretty spicy request 👀 Ghost x Reader Oc, where the reader is a bit chatty during sex. Ghost gets a bit annoyed by it and shuts her up.

[s]creaming

— pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

— warnings: smut, PIV, rough sex, slightly mean!ghost, dom!ghost, angry/jealous sex, light hair pulling, referenced fingering, degradation, reader goes from bratty to submissive, dacryphilia, squirting, implied blowjob

— summary: ghost has his way with you in an old storage room and you just can't keep quiet, so he helps.

— word count: 2,3k

a/n: yknow i'm a sucker for soft!ghost (personally just think it's more realistic) but i thought rough!ghost was more fitting for this request.

How did it always end up like this? Honestly you had no clue. Ghost just found you to be so enticing, he could not control himself. Like a desperate teenage boy, he had dragged you into the nearest storage room. It was all so cliche. You hadn't been caught yet, but with the increasing amount of moans and sinful skin slapping it was bound to happen. Normally the flickering lights and the dusty smell of the narrow room would be an annoyance to you, but now not even the possibility of being caught in the act by a superior officer and being dishonorably discharged for fucking like rabbits stopped you from getting your pussy pounded. Neither of you took your clothes off, only pulling your pants down enough for him to have access to your already soaked cunt.

"F-Fuck...", Ghost groaned as he bottomed out, only to slam the whole length into you again. His pelvis slapped against your butt with every thrust of his hips, and you could feel his happy trail brushing against you. Your pussy was like a fountain, your wetness squelching embarrassingly loud. Your thighs and butt were covered in a gossamer layer of his precum and your slick. But how could you resist the sweet groans and pants of the taller man who pounded you so deliciously? His open mouth was awfully close to your ear, every sound he made sent electric shivers down your spine. His mask was only pulled up slightly, just revealing his lips and the tip of his nose.

Your palms were laid flat against the wall, but the force of his thrusts made it increasingly difficult for you to hold yourself up. Thankfully one of his hands was holding your hips in place. He was gripping the flesh so hard, his knuckles appeared to be a ghastly white color. His other arm was braced next to yours, against the wall.

"You're a fuckin' minx, [name].", he growled. His voice was so low, just like when he scolded the recruits or barks orders at teammates with lower ranks. Him using that tone with you made you feel small and meek. It intimidated you, but you knew he wouldn't hurt you. Not if you didn't want him to, at least.

"You just can't stop parading yourself around like some slut?", he spits, smacking your butt harshly. He inaudibly gasps when he feels how wet his hand got after the slap. Your slick was everywhere and it made his dick jerk, boosting your ego immensely.

"You're one to talk, Simon. Working out in that tight muscle shirt. You knew what you were doing.", it took a whole lot of brain power to form complete sentences. His cock was turning your brain into mush, and you had only come on his fingers once. Your brows were furrowed, concentrated on not cumming yet.

"And that gives you the right to bend over in front of Soap and Gaz like that? You little slag. You like making me upset?", he tangled his fingers in your hair, lightly pulling your head back. His lips were almost touching your neck now. His hot breath gave you goose bumps and only aroused you further.

"You're jealous? Fuck... Simon.", you laughed in disbelief. "That's fucking pathetic."

His thrusts increased in speed and force at your words, making you scream out and roll your eyes to the back of your skull. He let go of your hair and buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder.

"I don't get jealous, sergeant. You on the other hand... You hate not always being the center of attention, isn't that right?"

Before you could think of another sassy response he bit you. It wasn't a harsh or painful bite, but it still made you wince a little when he sunk his teeth into your skin. That would leave definitely leave a mark.

"Take it.", he grunts. What a dick.

You couldn't stop your pussy from fluttering around him, and you prayed he didn't notice. But of course he did, you knew when you felt him smirk against your neck. Cheeky motherfucker. It was almost comical, your lieutenant fucking you in an empty storage room after training, all because his coworkers eyed you a little too much after you had bent down to do do a few stretching exercises. It was a cheap plan, but it worked. You just wanted to get back at him for ignoring you. The jealousy really motivated Ghost to ruin you and his dirty talk was so much more filthy and nasty than usually. At first he didn't say a word when he pulled you into the room, it was only when he put his dick into you that he started talking. Now he wouldn't shut up, but you weren't about to be quiet either.

Ghost shuffled a bit behind you and picked up the pace again, his cock hitting your g-spot with every move. It made you gasp and drool, and you wished you could turn around and kiss him, but the position you were in made it almost impossible without you twisting your neck for it.

"Fucking hell, quiet down.", he slurred. Your volume had increased a lot. "Did I find your bitch button, love?", he mocked in a fake-sweet noise.

You could only nod in reply, not wanting him to slow down or edge you as a punishment for bratty behavior. But your moans just got louder and louder.

"Fuck.", he sighed, and clamped his hand over your mouth. "You can't even control the noises you make."

You hated to admit it, but you found the way he silenced you incredibly hot. All noises after that were muffled by his big, rough and still kind of moist hand, the one he had used to finger you earlier. It was a tiny bit disgusting when the substances that stuck to the skin of Ghost's fingers were smeared against your lips, but you couldn't deny that you found that hot as well. Now that you were being quiet, surely no one outside the room would suspect anything. Only the smacking noise and Ghost's own sounds could be heard now.

What a hypocrite. Since you couldn't talk or moan loudly anymore, you were all ears to the cute noises he was making. And although he wasn't being nearly as loud as you were, he still wasn't being careful with his noises either. He sounded just as desperate for release as you. You wanted to slap him for his feigned innocence, acting like he wasn't just as bad as you were, if not worse. He was the one to drag you into the storage room in the first place, you just teased him a little. And here he was, acting like you are the desperate one.

"You're disgusting.", he sneered. "Drooling against my hand like that. Like a fucking dog. Are you my little bitch, hm?"

The heavy degrading left you violently clenching around him, and you started tearing up, your eyes were almost as wet as your hole and mouth. It was so embarrassing, you didn't even notice how your mouth was leaking. The repeated harsh thrusts against your g-spot made you see stars, you were absolutely cockdrunk. Your nose was a bit stuffy as well and there wasn't enough oxygen being delivered to your brain. So he didn't just fuck you stupid, he also left you breathless.

If Ghost ordered you to jump down a cliff afterwards if it meant he'd keep fucking you for now, you'd probably do it. Any resistance or brattyness was fucked out of you by now, and you knew he had won the unspoken contest between the two of you.

Before you could warn him about your impending orgasm, it washed over you like a wave and you screamed. More like you tried to, the scream was almost completely muffled by his hand. Tears started streaming down your puffy red cheeks. Shit, Ghost groaned out, his thrusts slowed down as your pussy got impossibly tighter around him. Your walls hugged him so hard, he was forced to momentarily stop his movements.

"Fuck, are you crying...?", he questioned feeling rather aroused by your tears of pleasure, hissing when you clenched around him once again. And that was it for him. The coil in his stomach snapped, and you felt his hot semen filling you up to the brim. Some spilled out, running down your thighs. He rested his head on your shoulder, removing his hand from your mouth, groaning when he looked at it. Covered in spit, slick and tears. His eyes shone dangerously.

"Lick it clean."

You didn't have enough energy left in you to refuse his orders, so you sucked on his digits, swirling your tongue around each finger. He was still hard inside of you, twitching repeatedly.

"I said lick not suck, slut."

You rolled your eyes, his bossy behavior annoyed the shit out of you, when he clearly liked what you were doing judging by the weeping cock inside of you.

"Lick your own hand Simon.", you managed to croak out, a short wave of defiance washing over you. But as soon as it came it left, as his dark, warning stare put you in your place. He didn't even have open his mouth, his eyes said everything and more than words ever could. Even though the mask was covering his eyebrows, you could still see him raising one them through the black fabric.

"Seems you still didn't learn your lesson."

Well, shit. You just dug your own grave. You had barely recovered from your climax yet, when he flipped you around and picked you up, so he could start fucking you against the wall, while simultaneously holding you up with his buff arms. Cocky bastard just wants to flex his strength! Your trembling legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he began to rut into your heat again. The overstimulation felt like fire in your veins, and he didn't give you a chance to start moaning before he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You didn't expect him to start frenching you, but almost everything that Simon "Ghost" Riley did was unexpected. All of your moans were swallowed by him, just like you swallowed his. Every groan vibrated in your mouth and it made you feel weak, if he wasn't holding you up your knees might've given out.

It was all too much, his touch, his cock in you combined with the overstimulation. It would be a miracle if you could still walk straight after this. But knowing Ghost he'd make sure that won't be the case. He won't let you leave this room until your putty in his hands, begging him to stop. His stamina was no joke, he can go all night. Or day. His refractory period was also practically non-existent to make it even worse (or better).

"Simon, please...!", you gasp, sobbing. "Won't do it again, I swear!"

"Promise you won't act like a cheap whore in front of the team again?" he mocked, rubbing his thumb over your clit.

You nodded enthusiastically, too far gone to pick up on the teasing tone his voice was coated in.

Your orgasm was approaching even faster than the first time, if he kept pounding you at this pace with his thumb pleasuring your clit you knew you wouldn't last long. And based off the look on his face he did as well. The eye contact that was established since he changed your position made you feel even more at his mercy, his dark eyes never left your body. The only thing on his mind right now was how he could break you, how he could make you submit. You wanted to smack his hand away from your clit, to last longer, but your arms were too shaky.

As expected your second orgasm hit you like a truck, barely a few seconds later. Your walls convulsed around him, but Ghost kept thrusting into you, hitting your sweet spot again and again. You already reached your climax, but you felt like something else was coming. Panickedly you tried tapping his arm, too overstimulated to talk. His pace didn't falter, so you just buried your face in his shoulder, gasping. For a split second you thought you died and went to walhalla when your vision went white. Oh, what a way to go.

"Unit: Task Force 141

Name: [Name]

Rank: Sergeant Number: ---

Cause of Death: Killed in "Action"

The late sergeant was killed after being fucked too hard."

That would look bloody awful on the record. But you didn't die, you just squirted all over Ghost's tactical jeans, making it look like he pissed himself. His thrusts stopped, he looked puzzled, mad and aroused all at the same time. There was a strange but not uncomfortable silence filling the room, only interrupted by your and his panting.

"D-Didn't know you could do that...", he breathed. "Why'd you keep such a lovely secret from me, huh?"

At least he wasn't angry with you for ruining his pants, you thought, as he sucked another hickey on your neck. You whined a little when he pulled out his dick from your aching hole to put you down on the floor. Now you had a better look at him, as he towered in front of you. His shirt was completely soaked through from how much he was sweating, his lips were red from all the kissing and his jeans were were "a bit" wet from your unexpected squirting, and his dick was still hard. It made you giggle. He has to leave the storage room looking like this. He has to walk through the whole base like that if he wanted to get back to his room to change.

As if he read your mind, he grumpily retorted "You know you gotta leave this room too, right?"

You gulped as you realized. You looked just as bad as him. Disheveled hair, lips red as well, hickeys on your neck and your juices and cum running down your legs. Definitely not how a soldier should look.

"We've still got some time until someone will start looking for us, so why don't you make yourself useful pet?", he gave you a sadistic smile, stepping closer to you and lightly pulling on your hair, rubbing his tip against your lips. "Open up Sergeant."

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Hi Robin can I request simon "ghost" Riley with a s/o that ADHD and has a hard time with staying calm but is always hyper. So, simon finds a way for his s/o to burn the energy (*cough SEX)

Tysm ❤️

Hellooo!!Thank you sm for the request<333

i re-wrote this 2 times help. it's still very lazy and messy writing but i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, female!reader, rough sex, ass/tit slapping, name-calling, ghost being mean/desperate

Simon never really had a problem with how hyper you were.

nah i'm sorry that's a whole ass lie💀 he found you exhausting and tiring to deal with the first time he met you

Whenever you'd get paired up with him and Soap for jobs, Ghost felt like he was babysitting two grown adults, but don't worry he grew to love and cherish that side of you with time (as he did Soap's)

you'd often have to take your energy out by training much more frequently- finding that punching something always took your mind off things, that way you could focus better while on the field.

but it also meant that you sometimes worked too hard- pushing your body to its limits, even going as far as to train a few hours before jobs,

not only was that draining for your physical and mental health, but you were also a liability to the team

so seeing how ghost was your superior and your lover, he suggested you let your frustrations and energy out some other way

"Ah-shit, you gonna let me do all the work then?" you panted, hands supporting yourself on his chest as you bounced up and down his cock. Simon grinned lazily, slapping the side of your ass, "You needed to burn off steam, sweetheaaah fuuck-" he threw his head back, gripping your hips tightly when you started to roll your hips in circles, and you laughed lightly.

"That's right, I did" you hummed, "But.. if we're gonna do this then I control the pace." you mutter, bending down to leave a quick peck on his mouth but when you went to sit back up he wrapped one arm around your back securely, pulling you flash against him and making you gasp.

"By all means, love" he utters against your lips, hand getting tangled in your hair as he spoke "M yours." you both moaned in each other's mouths as youleaned in for a bruising kiss, his hand on your ass softly encouraging your movements. "Fuck- say that again baby, Simon please-" you panted, hips rolling painfully slow, and you felt his cock jump inside you at your pleading.

"I'm yours, love. Only yours." he hisses when you bite the side of his neck, and he lays a harsh slap on your bum in reply. "Fuckin' move already" his nails dig in the skin of your ass as he tries to get you to do something other than this torture, and you grab his jaw tightly, "I control the pace, remember?" he snarls up at you, his hips snapping up suddenly and you cry out. "And I'm letting you, but if you don't move in the next five seconds, I'll bend you over and fuck this tight cunt until you forget your own name. Got it?"

A shiver runs down your spine as you nod wordlessly, "Yes, sir." He hums, pushing his hips up until he's filled you to the brim- your last warning. "Atta girl,"

You slowly start to set a new pace and five minutes later you're full on riding this man like your life depends on it- you can't complain at the fact that he's rutting up against you each time your hips comes down on him harshly because you're too busy lost in your own pleasure, eyes losing focus as you moan uncontrollably, his own groans muffled against your collarbone. "Pussy's gripping me so fucking tight, holy fuckin' shit." The sound of skin slapping skin is so loud that you can only hope no one's passing outside your room at this hour.

It seemed Simon was too far gone as well, forgetting his previous words as he holds your ass cheeks apart, chasing your wet cunt with deep plunges of his own, his low moans sounding like music to your ears.

"Fuck baby just like that- please please," he pulls your head back roughly by your hair, and you whimper, "What's the matter, huh? Not controllin' the fuckin' pace now, are you love?" "No 'm not, s'fine jus' fuck me, please fuck me harder-" he groans loudly, sitting up suddenly and you fall back in surprise, back hitting the sheets, mewling as his cock slips out of your wet pussy "Put it back in, put it back in",

He clicks his tongue at your whines, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock to line himself up "Shut up," he thrusts inside you in one go, slapping your tits for good measure, as he starts fucking you roughly.

"Fuckin' whore can't even ride me without getting dumb on my cock, yeah?" there's sweat dripping down Ghost's face, his arms flexing with how hard he's holding on to your hips, pushing them back to meet his cock each time he thrusts in you- and he can't take his eyes off of the way your pretty pussy hugs his fat cock.

"Yeahyeahyeah 's soo good, love it s'much" you're squirming under his hold- bringing your hand to your pussy to rub at your clit messily and he snarls when you clench around him tightly, "Fuuck- you love my cock so much you can't even speak, lovie?" he pushes your hand away and replaces it with his own, thumb rubbing your puffy clit as he bends down to spit on it, reveling in the sight of you writhing for him.

Your hand flies to cover your mouth as you scream, back arching, hips moving around messily as you try to escape his thrusts, and he growls when your squirming almost causes him to slip out of your pussy. "Take it. Take my fuckin' cock," you clench tightly around him as you finally come, and he moans loudly, eyes never leaving the way your body twitches and shakes, grinding his hips until you can feel his balls press on your ass, and he stays there as you ride out your orgasm.

"Did so well for me, lovie. So fuckin' good." you hum weakly, pushing your hips back on him, and he inhales sharply, "Want you t'come inside me, Simon. Please?" his cock twitches at your words, and he resumes his pace- pounding inside your cunt harshly, your name on his lips like a mantra- "I want it, please baby. I want your come so much. Deep inside my fucking pussy." you lick your lips, and he bends down to kiss you messily, "Yeah?" he whimpers lowly when you clench around him, and you nod,

"Yeah, baby." your hand comes up to scratch at the nape of his neck and he shivers, hips stuttering "Deep, deep inside me." you whisper and his eyebrows draw together as he looks at you, jaw dropping, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head when your other hand drops to fondle his balls softly "Want to feel you for days,"

Simon thrusts two- three more times, and then plunges himself deep inside your cunt, grinding as he comes inside you- all the while moaning loudly against your collarbone, drool dropping on your skin. "Fuh-fuck. Oh my fucking God, baby shit-" he whines as he tries to catch his breath, his own thighs shaking now- and you kiss his temple as you smile innocently down at him, as if his cum isn't dripping down your ass.

He grins up at you weakly, pressing a kiss on your jaw, "You still pent-up?"

"God, no. I can't feel my legs"

His shoulders shake as he laughs, breath tickling your neck and you join him, running your fingers through his dirty blond locks softly.

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not quite heart-shaped

simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

synopsis: you and simon both have the 14th off, and by god you were going to make the most of it. pt. 4/?

wc: 2.3k

cw: afab + fem!reader, fluff, banter, cunnilingus, fingering, teasing, very light breeding kink, femme pet name (princess), no use of y/n ever.

an: the return of medic reader, special thanks to @weebitofaslag who with a single comment reignited my love for their dynamic. babes all my knowledge of the military comes from romance novels, mw2 campaign and my fleeting contact with the canadian armed forces. so like if i get something wrong…don’t tell me. happy valentines day!

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

"Three." The tense quiet of the bedroom is disrupted by your offer.

Ghost stands in front of you, and despite his crossed arms his posture is deceptively casual.

He scoffs at your pitch. The standoff is common for the two of you. Basically foreplay at this point. Pretending to be irritated and annoyed with each other until you're basically begging to rip each other's clothes off.

"No way." He grunts, but doesn't provide a number of his own.

You can't keep the disbelief out of your tone.

"Less than three, Simon? You're losing your touch!"

That does get a rise out of him and he stops leaning against the bathroom door frame.

"More than three. Anything less than five is a waste of both of our days off. But you knew that, didn't you, princess?"

"I don't know if I have five in me to give, honestly." You choke out, already tugging off the sweater you wore.

"If I'm eating you out, I'm spending the day down there." He huffs.

You're breathless when you finally respond, your cool and collected demeanour crumbling in the wake of his assertion.

"Yeah okay, that's fine, but wanting to fuck me after? I may not even be conscious." When he doesn’t respond, you gasp dramatically, like a soap opera lead discovering a villain’s plot. "Maybe that's what you want! Simon! Who knew you were so depraved?" It’s easy to be silly with him lately, even more so when you’re both free of the oppressive air of the base you’re both stationed at.

"Get on the bed or get out of my house." His shirt’s already off, and it’s oh so hard to stay on the task of mocking him when the cut muscle and little bit of fat on his torso shine under the room’s low light. With the mask still on, and the dark fabric of his pants obscuring his bottom half, he makes quite the sight. The pale, wide expanse of his chest, only broken up by tattoos and healed, pink scars and sandy, blond chest hair makes your mouth water. He steps towards you, hooking the thumb under the mask and pulling it up. It feels as though the cloth is moving in slow motion, your heart beating loud and erratic with anticipation. When he stops so it rests on his nose, you exhale, not quite disappointed, but you sure as hell aren’t relieved.

“Sex in a bed?” You question facetiously, willing your brain to revert back to being a little shit. You know he can’t stand when you're being a brat, it reminds him of just how easily he’d lost control, just how messily he’d fucked you the first time, but around Simon you just can't seem to stop yourself, “You're spoiling me.” You lay back on the bed as ordered, contorting your arms to shimmy out of your bra, then your bottoms, tugging your underwear along with them. Not a thong this time, a fact that seems to disappoint Simon when he notices your regular boyshort panties entangled in your discarded sweatpants.

“Yeah, don't get used to it, I'm just tired of the smell of antiseptic.” He mutters, kicking your discarded clothes off to the side.

You snort derisively, spreading your legs so he can lay between them, allowing for him to brush the petal soft skin of his lips against your hip, your thigh, just above your knee. “Ladies and gentlemen, the last true romantic.” You mumble, patting the top of his head, lamenting your inability to card your fingers through his fine blonde hair.

Your entire body jolts when his tongue comes in contact with your clit, a full body shiver alerting Ghost to just how badly you'd needed this. He hasn't shaved and his stubble scrapes the soft skin of your inner thighs, forcing a jolt up your spine, shuddering breaths escaping your lungs as his mouth gets better acquainted with the lips of your cunt.

He drags his tongue over you in your entirety, taking special interest in the skin just below your entrance, he stays there, skimming, sucking, licking, until you're worried he'll manage to give you a hickey there, on your fucking taint. He has you dripping with his spit and your own slick, and the sound when he returns to your clit is obscene. He brings both hands up towards your abdomen, but neither continues the course to where you want them, on top of your chest, plucking at your nipples, or even around your throat, obstructing your airway. Instead, Simon's left hand pushes down on your abdomen, and his right gently shifts the hood of your clit up so he can abuse it better.

All the soldiers in all the world and you had to hook up with the one who eats pussy like that?

"Fuck." You wince, and you twitch away from him as best you can, which only makes him suck harder, like he’s giving you ‘two for flinching’. You groan loud and unashamed, assured by the privacy afforded by not fucking on base for once. Your toes curl and relax over and over, the periodic tremble of your hips against his mouth has him holding you down as best he can, determined to pull more sounds from your wide open mouth. Your whole body tenses and you let out a litany of curses only disrupted by stutters of his name, all while you clench around nothing. He’s mumbling into you as you come, but whatever he’s saying ultimately doesn’t fucking matter when the vibrations of his voice make you want to cry or scream or kick Simon in his stupid masked face.

There's barely any hangtime between your orgasm shuttering through you and Simon circling his arms around your thighs before he tongue fucks you mercilessly, letting the tip of the muscle broach your entrance while he drags the edge of his teeth over the still buzzing flesh of your labia. He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you onto his face, until you get with the program and begin rolling your hips, pressing your clit against the bridge and tip of his nose, allowing his tongue to push deeper within you.

Your body is already dripping its satisfaction all over his chin, and this time with breath barely in your lungs it takes longer for him to get you into a place of desperation again. But by God, does Simon Riley get you there. This time he takes a break from the constant contact between your cunt and his tongue to slip one of his thumbs into your entrance, fucking you with slow and deliberate strokes, like a promise of what he’ll do to you later when he finally fucks you. Long, greedy swipes of his tongue jar your brain like a hit to the head. You try to struggle away, levering up with your arms before he tugs you down again like a fucking ragdoll, like you trying not to lose your fucking mind is a slight inconvenience to him. He lays wet, panting, open mouth kisses over the pulsing heat of your cunt, and when you you raise your head to - fuck you don’t know - curse his entire bloodline, you can see he’s helplessly grinding his hips into the mattress, seeking some sort of friction while he tongues at your folds, while you soak him to the knuckle. It’s hot, hotter than it has any right to be and you flop back down, turning your head into his pillow to muffle your moans. Old habits and all that. Unfortunately, the pillow is steeped in Simon’s scent, and your eyelids drift closed when you inhale deeply. Your breath stalls and you ride out yet another climax on his tongue, this time very grateful for the way he fingers you through it, even if his thumb isn’t nearly big enough. The bed beneath you bears the brunt of your orgasm this time, damp sheets attesting to your fervent enjoyment.

“What a mess you’ve made.” He speaks, once you stop huffing, voice disturbingly even, like he didn’t just factory reset your body. Which is…incredibly irritating.

“You know technically as a doctor I outrank you.” You snip, nose in the air.

“So?” He lifts his head, but his eyes are still locked between your legs, not quite able to decide if he wants to move from where he is so clearly comfortable.

“So…” you mock him, squeezing your thighs around his neck, until his stare is redirected to your face. “you should be fucking nice to me, asshole.” He digs his thumbs into the back of your knees, until you release him. Slowly, he drags himself up, over your body until he can lay on his back next to you.

“You know, I really should have finished inside you that first time. Knocked you up and had you taken off base.” And wouldn’t that have been a fun conversation for you to have with your CO. ‘I’m so sorry ma’am, he wears a mask and has big hands and knows my kinks. I had no choice, ma’am.’

“Stop talking or I’m gonna sit on your dick.” You whisper, shutting your eyes against the harsh beam of the light overhead. Your heart rate is finally starting to settle, and you’re grateful for the moment of reprieve, the few moments he gives for you to stitch your mind back together, to regain purposeful use of the human language.

Shoulder to shoulder in his bed, and no longer occupied with singing Simon’s praises, your mind begins to harmlessly wander, unhelpfully cataloguing that you aren’t even halfway through what he’s planned for you. You also start to filter through your responsibilities due in the coming days. It’s automatic at this point, a system you developed during school, when papers and projects and your social life all constantly contradicted each other. You’d come, at the hands of yourself or someone else, and your orgasm cleared brain began building a calendar. Nothing today, of course, you’d cleared your schedule and no one had questioned why. Most people wouldn’t question anyone taking off Valentines.

The “holiday” never really stuck out to you in the past, for one reason or another. Work, med school, family stuff, hell sometimes you just didn’t fucking feel like it. But this year, today, you can’t help yourself.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Simon.” You puff, keeping your eyes trained on the ceiling, letting your brain make patterns out of the popcorn ceiling.

“Ah,” he vocalizes, voice gruff. “Right.” he shifts in his bed, and you figure you’ve got about 30 seconds before he gives you the dusty combat boot. Your face burns with embarrassment, why the fuck did you say that? When did he ever give you even the slightest inclination he gave a shit about some overblown, capitalistic, aggrandized-

“Here.” A bag of jellybeans is unceremoniously plopped onto your bare chest, right between your tits.

“Where were you hiding these?” You gawp, struggling to string together a sentence as you examine the bag of colourful candies. It has a bow on it. You finger the pre-tied ribbon, stuck on with an adhesive pad.

“Under the bed.” He grunts, rubbing at his eyes and the bridge of his nose, like he’s fending off a headache, but you think he may just be embarrassed, if the pink tips of his ears are anything to go by.

“This is sweet.” You choke out, and you have to sink your teeth into your already swollen lower lip to stop from giggling hysterically. “Thank you, Simon.”

“Mng.” He makes the noise in his throat, forgoing the English language for the easy comfort of grunts, watching you tear the bag open and chew on a handful of the brightly coloured beans. All at once, like some kind of animal. The flavours don’t quite go together, strawberry and buttered popcorn and root beer. Others you can’t even begin to pin down. But you're too frazzled to eat them how you usually would, your favourites first, then making combinations with whatever’s left, guided by the suggestions on the back of the bag. And ultimately, it’s not altogether too unpleasant. It works, in a fucked up, saccharine sweet kind of way. Kind of like you and-

“Alright, put it away.” He rasps, turning over to cover you with his weight once more, sliding down to get started on orgasm three.

He plucks the bag out of your hands and drops it on the nightstand near you, devoid of any knick knacks or photographs, just a beat up 70s style alarm clock that acts as a pedestal for your candy.

“My beans!” You shout, trying in vain to secure the confection for further enjoyment. You give up your fruitless endeavour when Simon sinks his teeth into the flesh of your breast on his way back down to your pussy.

“I didn’t get you anything.” You moan, pressing the cool palms of your hands to your overheated face, soothing the mix of embarrassment and giddiness stirring in your mind.

“I’ll live.” He grouses, bending your knees, holding your thighs up and together with both palms at the back of your knees. You can’t see his face. Have never seen the whole thing, but you’d bet all the jellybeans in the fucking world, that Simon Riley’s cheeks are pink.

the beans were soap’s idea for sure. poor guy’s definitely heard them fucking more than once. support city girls, reblog what u like. happy valentines.

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Again...

no plot, just ghost sneaking into your room at night to force you to orgasm without taking your clothes off.

a/n: this idea was literally taken from the book i was reading lmao. anyways, have some visual treats of ghost in sweatpants.

cw: smut, dub-con

simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

wc: 1.6k+

masterlist

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

Ghost had been staring you down more than usual lately, making you shiver under his watchful eyes. He looked like he wanted to eat you whole.

You felt him brush against you after your last meeting and your whole body went hot. He must have noticed your shock because you could see his eyes squint in a smile. You felt your breath get lost in your throat when Ghost lifted you up during training, his hands lingering far too long on your waist.

And so you were startled when you felt his body slip into the bed behind you. You turned your head and saw Ghost as he snuggled in against your back, spooning you.

“Ghost,” you said exasperated. “What’re you doing?” You hissed.

“Soap’s snoring was driving me crazy.”

“So your solution was to come to my bed?” You asked flustered. He had never actually made a move like this on you. He simply just fucked you with his eyes. His arms draped around your waist and you got goosebumps. “Your beds’ warm,” he cooed, his breath hot on your neck. You could smell the whiskey.

“Any bed with a blanket is warm, Lt.” Your voice stuttered, and that only made Ghost grin in arrogance.

“Been dying to feel you,” he mumbled against your shoulder. You gulped as he pulled you into him, your body flat against his, his cock unmistakably hard and digging into your ass. Your voice wavered, “Ghost.” God, what was he doing? You wanted to kick him out of your bed, and yet your voice was getting lost in your throat as his hands groped you. You shut your eyes momentarily as Ghost’s hands traced along your stomach, then over your thighs. One of his hands grabbed your breast through your sleep shirt and you shook yourself out of your daze. “You shouldn’t be in my bed!” You whispered harshly.

He hummed against your neck, his mask brushing your skin. “You really want me to leave, yeah?” His hand squeezed your thigh while his other pinched your nipple between his fingers. “Y-Y-Yes,” you fumbled, your head leaning back against him in pleasure.

“Sure doesn’t seem like it,” he teased. His hand snaked to your crotch, his hand cupping your pussy and his fingers digging into your clothed entrance. You yelled. “Why don’t you ride my fingers, pet.”

You groaned, “No. This-It’s not appropriate.” You snarled.

His fingers began to move against you to get you started and you gasped. Your hands gripped the sheets as he teased you. Suddenly, he halted movement. You whined. “Ride. My. Fingers”, he commanded in your ear. You don’t know what came over you but you began to slowly move your hips so your clit brushed against his hand. Ghost held still as he watched you use his hand. You knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. It was dirty and absurd. But, fuck, his hand felt better than your own.

You could feel Ghost’s cock pressing against you harder now. You wiggled and rolled your hips as much as you could in this position, his fingers feeling so good against you. “Gonna come without me even having to do anything?” He asked, an annoying tinge in his voice. His words made you wetter. You groaned in your throat as you dug your hips down so his fingers pressed further against you. You swirled your hips and you could feel a warmth radiating throughout your body.

“That’s it, love,” he praised. He couldn’t help from grinding his hips against you. That sent you over the edge, making you whither and shake beneath him. You gripped his arms, moaning as he moved his fingers on his own, helping you ride out your high.

When you relaxed back into the mattress, you opened your eyes in shame and stared into the dark. You could feel Ghost’s hot breath on your ear. What the hell were you doing? This wasn’t like you. You should not be doing this with your fucking lieutenant of all people.

You went to tell him to leave but he was quicker than you. He rolled over so you lay under him, your face buried into the mattress. You gasped. “ Again ,” he said with a sudden darkness in his voice. It sent shivers straight to your core.

“What? No, I can’t—“ Ghost’s hand remained against your core, the weight of his body making his hand dig into you. He began to grind against your back, pushing you into the mattress and into his hand. You moaned, shoving your head into your pillow to muffle the sounds. You wanted to scream from the overstimulation. Ghost’s cock rubbed against you with each thrust. His knee came between your legs and spread them, resting himself between your thighs. His cock dragged against your core with each rut of his hips now, his hand digging into your clit. You couldn’t move under his weight as he kept shifting on top of you. You whined, struggling to breathe under him. You were forced against his hand, your clit sending sparks up your spine. Finally, you were writhing under him again, your legs shaking and bending upwards, your mouth gasping for air.

You sank loosely back into your bed, a sweet wave of your lasting climax washing over you.

“ Again ,” Ghost growled lowly in your ear.

Your eyes widened as he began to thrust against you again. You groaned in pain that slowly mixed with pleasure again. “Ghost,” you whimpered. You wouldn’t be able to orgasm three times in a row, there was no way! He grunted as he rocked his hips against you, his cock slamming into your clothed entrance with each go as if you were actually having sex.

Ghost’s fingers curled so he pushed you roughly into them each time he rutted into you, making you yelp. It felt so good. You felt your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the overstimulation. Ghost picked up speed, humping against you faster and rougher now, your bed squeaking. You mewled under him, your legs beginning to shake again, your hands ripping into your sheets. You shoved your face into your pillow to muffle your scream as you came hard against his hand again. Ghost groaned loudly in your ear, coming in his sweatpants as he lazily thrusted against you a few more times. You didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm that many times.

He finally collapsed on top of you, your body still trying to calm down from the three orgasms. Ghost rolled over and pulled you with him. “You ever come three times in a row like that?”

You looked down at his mask-covered face, your hands against his chest. “I told you to stop!” You hissed, out of breath.

“Answer my question or I’ll make you come a fourth time.”

Your eyes widened. There’s no way you could…

You shook your head. “No. I never came three times like that. Happy?!”

Ghost pulled you down against him. “I love how much you wiggle and squirm beneath me.” You gulped, his grip tightening around you. He could feel your nipples harden against his chest.

“On second thought, I think I’ll make you come again just for the hell of it.”

“Ghost, I can’t. I’m too—“ You tried to plead. He rolled on top of you, your back pressed into the mattress this time. Ghost was settled between your legs, his cock already hard again and pressed against your core; this man was crazy. You squirmed as he looked down at you. His eyes were dark and hard to make out but you knew he was ravishing you with his eyes. He couldn’t get enough of how flustered you looked. Ghost began to grind into you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You immediately groaned lowly, pain and pleasure shooting through you. “Ghost,” you whimpered, his face resting against the nape of your neck.

“Keep sayin’ my name, baby.”

You moaned into his shoulder as he thrusted against you. His cock dragged against your swollen clit with each snap of his hips. His body crushed you beneath him, barely holding himself up as he lazily humped you. Your nails dug into his clothed back. You mewled under him, bucking your hips up into him. “Mhmmm,” he hummed, the head of his cock bumping against your clit. His hand fisted your hair. “Oh my god, Ghost,” you whined breathlessly. Ghost immediately picked up speed until he was thrusting against you with such force that your bed was slamming into the wall. You didn’t care at this moment that others might hear the lieutenant dry-humping you into another universe as your bed hit the wall. You tried to buck up into him again but his weight overpowered you. You began to moan, your legs shaking, your nails dragging along Ghost’s back, making a chill of pleasure run down his spine. Ghost grunted in what sounded like pain as he came in his pants for a second time that night. You gasped, trying to catch your breath as this large man crushed you.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, his accent heavier than usual. “Imagine what we could do without clothes.” He finally stopped moving his hips against yours and he rolled you both to the side so he spooned you like earlier. With him getting what he wanted from you, you expected him to up and leave now. “Aren’t you gonna go back to your room?” You asked, faking annoyance in your voice and trying not to sound so exasperated. You felt your forehead sweating from the power of your fourth orgasm.

Ghost settled around you, his head nudged into your hair. “Nope,” he said with a grin, pulling you tighter into his chest, his hand far too close to your breast. “I wasn’t kiddin’ ‘bout Soap’s snoring.”

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please may I have some more brat! MC (no manners) and brat tamer Simon Riley I beg

Ask and you shall receive 🫶🏼

Filthy Lust And Broken Desire

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Brat!reader

A follow on from the last Ghost x brat request but can also be read alone <3

Warnings: smut, 18+, slight dubcon, spitting, oral (m!receiving), praise, pre-existing relationship, hair pulling, jealous Ghost, lieutenant/private relationship

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He’s off base when he gets the call.

A phone call that makes his stomach sink, that is until Johnny elaborates. Then, Simon’s blood simmers, boils over in his veins, “you’ve got to be fuckin’ jokin’” his tone is gruff, he sits up in his cot, eyes bleary from the light sleep he’d somehow managed before being rudely awoken.

“‘fraid not Lt.” Johnny isn’t his usual cocky self, he stutters over the phone before his attention is drawn to something else in the room with him, Simon tries to listen closer. “Calm down lass, yer’ gonna hurt yerself or someone else” there’s a strain in his voice, like he’s trying to keep a grip on a huge fish he’s caught, slipping from his grasp as it thrashes and jerks. Simon hears your voice, the slur and roughness of it, all you throw at Soap is a curt ‘cunt’ before the sound of your voice becomes more distant.

“She’s a fuckin’ mess Ghost and Price isn’t back until next week” Johnny pauses, “I’m out of me depth here, how’d ye do it?” He seems genuinely stumped, Johnny is used to banging the boys heads together when something goes south, he doesn’t exactly think he can get away with that with you.

Simon groans, “I’m back in the morning” he confirms, running a hand roughly down his face, “I’ll deal with her then”.

You’re at breakfast, surprisingly, when he finds you.

The entire canteen goes silent and you follow the source of it, craning your neck to follow everyone else’s stares. Ghost’s boots echo heavily through the silence, marching like death, and he’s aiming straight for you.

At least, it looks like he is. Since that day in Price’s office, he hadn’t spared you much time, a few glances, a nod of his head across the briefing room once. He’s busy, you tell yourself, because he is, he doesn’t have time to fool around with you. That’s all it is, fooling around, fucking around and finding out - you try not to think about it. Don’t want to dwell on the disappointment that settles when he walks past you in the halls without as much as a curt nod to acknowledge you actually exist.

You shovel a huge cube of melon into your mouth, chewing with your eyes glued to your tray until two humongous gloved palms slap into the table across from where you sit. It makes you jump, almost leaping into the air, hackles raised as you glare at his masked face. You had swallowed mid-spook, the fruit lodged painfully in your throat from where you fight not to choke, not to be embarrassed that he had actually riled you.

He keeps his voice low, “corridor. Now”. It’s not a request, it’s an order, it’s brimmed with a fury that seems misplaced, not quite where it should be. You meet his glare, brows furrowed, swallowing harder. You say nothing, push your tray toward him as you stand, not sparing him a second glance as you make your way toward the door, but you can feel how close he is at your heels. Almost clipping the back of your boots, closing the gap that you try to put between the two of you.

Every soldier stares, their eyes following the pair of you as you leave, if it were any other superior than Ghost, they might jest, roar into whistles and teasing laughter at your expense. They seem to know better, know that the brunt of Ghost’s temper isn’t worth being on the receiving end of for the simple laughs and jokes that are thrown around behind your back.

The door of the canteen doesn’t even fully close before you swivel on your heel toward him, face to face, so close that if he inhaled deep enough that your chest would brush over his. “What?” You ask, teeth grit and jaw clenched, your head was still pounding from last night - you didn’t need this right now. Ghost tilts his chin, eyes slicing through you as he observes your body language, the rigid stance you’ve adopted, “watch your tone, private” he seethes, keeping his temper even, or trying to. Your shoulders slacken, if only an inch, your first line of defence is always the way you try to appear, but Ghost sees it out right.

“Want to tell me what the fuck you were playing at last night?” Ghost straightens, tone flat, he’s thrown the ball in your court, an opportunity for you to be honest. You look away, biting the inside of your cheek as you try your best to come up with a way to not sound like a dick. “Assume Johnny has already filled you in” you don’t meet his eye, physically can’t, that stare of his holds you captive in a way you’re not sure he wants it to. He squares of his shoulders, “that’s sergeant Mactavish to you” he presses, eyes assessing now, skating over every inch of you as if looking for something.

Something clicks. Your shoulders sink, as if in disbelief, maybe a little wounded. If he’s reading this like you think he is, then he clearly has no regard for you at all. You snap your eyes to his, pressing your glare through his skull, “I’m not fucking him, Ghost” your frown deepens, and Simon doesn’t flinch. Your chest expands, ribs fighting to keep your breathing even as something boils in your core, “he’s just a friend”, you’re saying it for your benefit, not for his. Last night Johnny was looking out for you, not keeping you sweet to get between your legs, and Ghost should know that by now.

He doesn’t move, barely blinks, and you’re not in the mood to play games with a man that tells you he can’t stop thinking about you but at the same time barely acknowledges you - it’s a game you’re not entirely sure you’ll be very good at.

Something inside your chest breaks away. “Oh fuck off” you shake your head and turn to walk away, it’s not exactly directed at him, it’s directed at all of this, at everything that has occurred here since the day you arrived. You’re not changing who you are to fit this military mould, you’re here to help people, and that’s all you’ve done thus far, yet you’re the one that keeps getting reprimanded for it.

You make it only two steps before you’re pulled back by the scruff of your neck like a stray cat, your eyes widen and you try to swing your body to loosen yourself but it’s no use. Ghost breaks through the first door that’s close enough, throws you in and locks the door behind himself. You’re unable to catch your bearings before the toe of boot catches against the carpet and you trip, palms stinging as you hit the ground like a sack of shit. It’s not overly painful, it’s the shock that sears through you, sets your skin on fire, you’re braced on your hands and knees as you gulp down air - throwing the filthiest glare over your shoulder toward your lieutenant as he stands looking over you like a fucking shadow.

“I’ve told you about that fuckin’ mouth of yours before” his shoulders ease, arms folded over his chest, tattooed forearms bulging from the folded sleeves of his shirt. You laugh, hoarsely, shaking your head as you ease yourself to rest on your haunches, staring forward as your back faces him. “How could I fucking forget?” You ask, more rhetorical than anything, but then you hear him move, striking like a viper. Your hair is wrapped between his fingers, tightly when he tugs it so hard your vision spots. Your hands fly up to cover his, try and ease the pressure on your skull, you hiss through your teeth. “It seems my point wasn’t hammered home clearly enough for you to remember your manners” he’s endearing, tone not as flat as usual, there’s a lilt to it that lets you know he’s in control of this. He tugs you forward and you’re forced to shuffle on your knees, hissing at the pain as his grip tightens, “ah- fuck you!” You spit, teeth digging harshly into your bottom lip, eyes shut tightly as you try and press the tears away so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing them.

He grumbles in his chest, looks down at you with some sympathy as he considers you for a second, “is that what you want?” His question is genuine, and from the look in your eyes when you finally open them to meet his - it appears he doesn’t need a verbal answer from you. There’s desperation in your eyes, rimmed-red and brimming with tears you won’t let spill, because you like this pain he puts upon you. He grins beneath the mask, lets his hold on your hair go before he cups the back of your head, stroking it with a false fondness. “You want to be fucked so bad, don’t you” it’s not a genuine question, “need it so bad that you’ll misbehave just to get my attention” he strokes your head again and you scoff, his fingers pressing into your skull. “Don’t flatter yourself” you huff, jaw slack, lips gaping up at him as your lids flutter, “I don’t need you to get off” it’s a lie - a blatant lie that even you don’t believe. You’d tried to get yourself off near enough every night since he’d fucked you, but it isn’t the same, and you’re scared it never will be again.

He chuckles, it’s something guttural and rough, cut flint and crushed charcoal. “Is that what you been tellin’ yourself?” He asks, “keep up the cheek and I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll forget your own name, sweetheart” he’s bent lower, face close to yours, you can smell the tobacco on his breath and you want nothing more then to suck the taste of it from his tongue. You tilt your chin towards him, jut out your chin until your lips nearly touch his mask, “promises promises Lt.” You smirk, drinking in the way his eyes blanket over with a darkness you’ve never seen, it’s all filthy lust and broken desire.

His hand is in your hair again, tugging, his other hand works at his belt, frees his cock as quick as he’s able. Your eyes are level with it, curved and thick, angry where it bobs in his grip, creamy fluid leaking from the tip where your words rile him up to no end. “I told you I’d put that mouth to some use” he frees his cock from his grip, snatching your chin with brute force and using his leverage on your scalp to tug you forward. It’s a blessing when you gasp, mouth gaped to perfectly allow his cock to slip past the moist seal of your pretty mouth. He grunts when he hits the back of your throat, ultimately chocking you, your fingers flying to press into his hips to gain your bearings. You try to expand your throat, gagging at the force he fucks your throat with, flattening your tongue hoping that allows more room for the heft of him.

He ruts forward and immediately retreats, watching with his chin tilted as you gasp and gag, a thick glob of spit connecting from your chin to his cock. It’s a sight, it really is, because your eyes flip, like a shiny coin, the unsureness is gone - now the desperation is back. That’s evident when you capture your breath, gawking at him through your lashes and let your tongue roll out of your mouth. Again he grins, but it’s hidden, the roughness of his hold on you doesn’t vanish, it only digs harshly into your skin. “Open wider” he commands, and you do, because you’re gagging for it, a need to please that’s returned along with his attention towards you. He releases his grip on your chin, uses his thumb to pull the mask up only a few inches to free his mouth, you keen when he leans forward - allowing a string of spit to fall from his tongue directly onto yours. You moan, press your thighs together in hopes of sating the burn that sears you there, he grips your chin again, “swallow”.

It’s audible. You gulp it down, offering up the sight of your tongue to him right after, he hums. He tastes of nicotine and sin. “Good girl” he strokes a thumb across your jaw, “open up wider for me” his tone is attempting to soothe you, but when you oblige, it’s soon snatched away again. He presses the head of his cock down against your tongue, his musk and the tang of salt sting your tastebuds, but it’s short lived when he fucks his cock down your throat again. He holds you still, cants his hips into the hot mess of your mouth, unable to hold back his pace because it feels like heaven. He groans, spits out curses under his breath like you’ve offended him, “breathe, sweetheart” he urges when you cough, throat constricting around his dick so tightly he almost cums then and there. You gag, press your palms into the back of his knees when you can’t brace yourself, he continues to use your mouth, fucking your throat with a fury that rolls from him. It’s a lesson for you as much as it’s an indulgence for him.

“Feels so good” he rasps, petting over your hair, smirking where you try to suck him deeper into your mouth, pressing the flat of your tongue to the underside of his cock. “Fuck” he chokes, hips stuttering as he quickens his pace, chasing his orgasm. You moan around him, try your best to guide him there, tug him closer and closer to spilling down your throat. His fingers dig into your skull, pressing your nose to his groin, meeting the thatch of blonde hair at the bottom of his navel. He stills. Gagging you, choking you when the hot spurt of cum spurts into your mouth, salt tang staining your throat as he stuffs his cock an inch further down. Tears fall freely over your cheeks, staining, ragged puffs of air stuttering through your nostrils as you fight the darkening ring around your vision where you struggle for breath.

He tugs you off of him by your hair, you gasp, it’s loud and vulgar, choking on air you can’t access quick enough. Your lips are swollen, eyes glossy and tongue stained with white globs of spit and cum that spill down your chin as you pant like a racehorse.

He groans, pinches your chin so you’re forced to tilt it down, tongue lolling out so your spit and his cum drip into your lap where your knees are folded under you. “What a pretty sight” he husks, “throat full of my cum and lost for words, just how you should be” he bends at the waist, tugs you up so you brace your palms against his thighs. Your eyes flutter when he kisses you, it’s a cruel curl of tongue against your teeth and he sucks your tongue into his mouth, making you squirm and squeal. He releases you, licks his lips with a smirk as you grimace, “you’re filthy” you spit, still panting. He smirks down at you, “at least I’m not shy, sweetheart”.

You turn your face away from him, press your palms into your thighs as you catch your breath. Then his fingers find your chin again, forcing your eyes to meet his, “still want me to fuck you?” He asks, filthy tone thick like molasses as he looks down at you. It’s shameful the way you nod your head, eye red with spilled tears and mouth full with the taste of his cum. He lets his face come closer, near enough that your breaths twine-

“Shame”

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