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celestialsun888 · 1 year

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Watching You.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

Genre: smut/ dark romance [18+ MDNI]

Word Count: 2.9k

Synopsis: Some Written from his POV! Simon wonders how you're doing since you two have split and your refusal to speak to him makes him take matters into his own hands.

★ TW: HEAVY DUB CON, STALKING AND OBSESSION! SO PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! Vulgar language, degradation, forced submission/sex, size kink (ofc), Knife AND gun play, Voyeurism? He gets off to you without you knowing, possession, slight marking, He's really sadistic fr, Primal x Prey (kinda…), Rough sex, humiliation, shoe grinding, YOU vibes ong, ITALICS ARE INNER MONOLOGUE (Let me know if I’ve missed any!)

✒ Authors Note: I've had this on my mind, like he seems so scary and brooding but I wrote him genuinely psychotic and very obsessive. So please take the TWs seriously! This is also barely proof read.... so sorry if there are mistakes!

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❥ Simon's POV

Look at you. Getting your usual coffee before you head to work, sweetly, innocently, saying hello to strangers. I can tell from the cup it’s your usual: vanilla chai tea latte, extra vanilla. Sweet. Sweet like you. So sweet to everyone, but me… Refusing to see me since our breakup, cutting off any and all ties with me. God you are so devilishly cruel.

Standing far enough to go unnoticed, you watched her, sipping your own drink to blend in, meshing with the busy city. Your all black outfit concealed you even more, simply just a passing shadow. You leaned against the brick wall across the street from where she walked, eyes devouring her precious frame. Every morning the same, her routine burned into your mind. Such an accursed pleasure to look forward to each day. Just watching her. Such a detestable indulgence.

7:43 am.

She floated through the busy streets of downtown, occasionally checking the time to make sure she was on schedule.

You chose to wear loose slacks today. Interesting. But that top, mmm. You groan to yourself. That top hugging your body like that. Can you wear that to work? Showing off your plump breasts, cleavage spilling out…you're such a filthy little girl. Who are you dressing for if not me? … It should be me.

You took another sip of your drink, squirming slightly from the perverted and sadistic thoughts that filled your already tainted mind. As she started to walk out of your field of vision, you started to walk with her, slightly slower than her pace. Walking carefully on the opposite side of the street, suppressing your demeanor slightly to adapt to the regular civilians. Broad and tall frame slipping through waves of people, eyes penetrating her as your gaze shifted above them. As you catch up, she stops in front of an older woman.

7:47 am.

You're reading their expressions, a little too far to accurately read their lips.

God, her lips. So soft and plump, the way they felt when she would tease me, sticking her tongue into my mouth. My cock slipping in between her precious lips, watching my cum glissglade out of her mouth. Being so sloppy and sinful. The same lips that let beautiful, gluttonous moans slip from them, my sweet princess, calling out my name. ‘Simon…fuck me just like that..’ Dripping with defiled innocence, just for me. Fuck.

You tried to remain focused on her currently, though, the temptations of the past, the time you two had spent together, drove you mad. Sentiments of arousal making its throughout your body, trying your best to contain the consequences of your demented perversion. You never thought that your love for her would slip so deeply into obsession, the budding feelings growing even while she was yours. But when she left, you realized that no one can have her if it's not you. Even if she hated you, even if she went on to marry someone else, she would never get rid of you. Not until you said so.

7:53 am.

You’re gonna be late doll. C’mon hurry up.

She continued on, you not caring what the silly interaction was about, her pace fervently making up for lost time.

7:57 am.

She anxiously enters the large building where she worked, disappearing behind the sliding glass doors. Just in time.

You made your way back to your car, planning out time until she was done. Waiting to see her again.

You pulled out your phone, clicking on your photo albums eventually settling on one that said: ‘her’. Scrolling through pictures upon pictures of your twisted obsession. Her at the gym. Her walking to and from work. Pictures of her sleeping, barely any clothes on. Her through her balcony window. Her from her closet. She consumed your thoughts as your hand unbuckled your pants, slowly palming your throbbing length through your underwear.

So precious, so divine.

Your lips wet from your tongue trailing over them, biting your lower lip to strain against the urges of indecency. Your fingers stop on a video of you brooding over her as she sleeps, touching yourself hearing her gentle breath rise and fall as you stand there in the dark. Wanting so bad to moan, almost even begging her to catch you in such a vile and horrendous act.

Your hands start stroking your thick shaft, already hard from your lewd fantasies.

Oh, my sweet angel. Why do you want to leave me like this? A needy mess, only having remnants of videos and pictures of you? How you manage to get me so excited I'm unsure, maybe just knowing you have forgotten about me, yet I still cum moaning out for you, fills me with pleasure. Maybe I enjoy the thought of scaring you as you catch me whoring myself out just for you.

Thoughts consumed with thick and prevalent perversion. You edge closer to your orgasm. Scanning over pictures and videos of her, innocent or not, as you pump harder and harder. You love your depravity. How she does nothing, yet every part of her being fucks you up. You start to become careless, bucking your hips up, car shifting slightly from the weight of your frame. Your head falling back in the crux of the head seat, spreading your thighs, preparing for your orgasm. Your balls tighten and your vision blurs as you cum: thick ropes of semen painting over your seat, phone catching drips of your release as you continue to stroke yourself through it, milking out every drop. Your cock twitched and throbbed as you wiped your stained hand on your pants, chest falling deeply allowing time for your foggy thoughts to lift.

“Fuck…” you moan exasperated.

Your thoughts swirled as you tucked your sensitive dick back into your fouled pants. And then, you thought, something so sick and demented.

I have to make her mine.

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❥ Y/N POV

You slipped off your shoes right as you entered your apartment. You gave a large stretch before throwing your keys onto the kitchen island and flicking on the lights.

What a day.

You trailed to your room as you let out a defeated sigh, eager to cuddle up in bed and release the tension from the day. Reaching for the handle you notice your door ever so slightly open.

I could’ve sworn I shut it tight this morning?

Perhaps it was a simple slip up? You chucked it up to human error but you still steadily walked into your room. There was a presence that felt…odd? Not normal? You clicked on the light, illuminating your space, scanning over it to see if anything was out of place. Everything seems fine.

Suppressing your feelings of irrational thought you began to strip, undressing from your work clothes. Inching your slacks down your thighs and having them fall to the ground revealing your bare ass, nicely adorned with skimpy panties. You lifted your shirt over your head, nipples hardening through your matching bra from the colder draft. As your shirt falls to the floor, awaiting to be picked up and placed away, you hear the wooden floor creak. You halt.

You felt the rug that rested against your toes burn into you. You didn’t move. There is no way your floor boards would creak as you barely moved on the rug, centered in your room. The tension in your chest encouraged your heart rate to speed up, your chest feeling like it couldn't contain your heartbeats. Nervousness washed over you as you turned to your closet, slightly ajar. The silence was so loud, ears picking up dead air. You held your breath as you inched towards it as calmly as possible. You jerk the door open to find nothing.

Oh my gosh what the fuck is with me?

A relief sets over you as you step back, still refusing to look away from it, just in case. Your clumsy footing however, causes you to catch on your clothes that piled on the floor. Falling on your back, you recoil to sit up enough to set your eyes back on your closet. Just in case.

“Stupid clothes,” you murmur to the air. That's when you feel it. The presence. Something staring into you, intensely watching you.

It's been watching you.

Your mouth slightly hangs open as you let out shaky breaths. You turn to your bed that stood to the right of you, aligned perfectly to see underneath. Past the slightly disheveled comforter you see the whites of eyes staring at you through the darkness. Pitch black pupils matching the mysterious ambiance. A heavier breath escapes from the abyss.

Startled, you scramble towards the wall across from the darkness as the eyes start to come from under the bed. The skull mask covering the figures face, all except those hollow eyes.

“S-simon,” you sputter, “W-hat are you doing here?” Your voice growing more anxious and scared. His big frame arched from under the bed as he crawled towards you. His eyes never parting from you.

You reached your arm along the wall you were backed into, reaching desperately for the door handle for both escape and support in standing, your fear tempting to paralyze you. Thick calloused hands snatched at your ankles, dragging you to him, fingertips just missing the door. His dark and evil gaze lighting up as he traced over your half naked body.

“Shhhh, shhh, angel” He cooed detestably, sinking his body into yours, “Let's make this as easy as possible.” You fought against his sick advances. Pushing your fingers into his face as he tried to kiss you, legs trapped over his thighs as he sat on his knees. Your back bowing from being so much smaller than him. You tried to bring in your knees to cut off his access to you but his bearish arms held you in place. Your weak protests offer no solace from him.

“Simon!” you yelp petrified, “Why!? Why are you doing this!?” His eyes showed no remorse for his actions. His hand trailed roughly over your body, scraping innocence off of you as he went. Your body continued to squirm getting away from his grasp a little, almost as if he let you. You finally broke free, crawling back to the door as he drew you in again, this time not holding you down. He slams the door shut and locks it. Knowing that getting away would take longer, knowing that he would be able to get to you sooner.

“Behave!” His voice thick and callous. You refused to listen, tears streaming from your eyes as you were dragged into him once more. Body feeling the hard floor grate against your back. His hefty palm gripped your face, nearly engulfing it completely. His other hand reached to his hip pulling out his loaded hand gun. Placing it under your chin, the cold steel meets with your soft, warm skin. Salty streams continued to sprinkle from your eyes, his face drawing into yours. Your cries and pleads meaning absolutely nothing to him. His breath hot on your cheek as his thick tongue came to meet your bitter tears, licking them away sadistically. His gun digging more into your jaw.

“Oh baby, you sweet sweet angel,” You wince at his words, “be good for me, take it. Nice and easy and we won't have a problem.” He glances at the gun and back at you.

"Don't make me hurt you sweetheart." He shakes the weapon disturbingly. He slowly moves the gun down your chest making circles along the way, trailing to your tummy, the loaded gun flirting with you.

His pants already bulging from the rush of adrenaline, he teases his gun onto your pussy, edging it over your panties. Wetness dampening the barrel.

"Your a dirty bitch. You like me playing with your cunt like this?" You try and squirm away again from his harassment. You see him place his gun back on his hip, snickering to himself. Using both hands to lift you from the ground with him he grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, fingers tugging it violently. His body blocking any form of escape from him. You reach for your head, trying to ease the firm grasp he has on you. He forces you towards the bed, burying you into it. Ass facing him, tippy toes barely touching the ground. His heavy hand continues to push you into the mattress, you hear a pocket knife flip open.

"P-lease.." you try and convey through mousy sobs.

The cold metal dragging along your thighs causes you to shudder in fear. The tip of his blade gently applies pressure to the skin of your ass.

“Should I mark you as mine, princess?” His tone was mockingly threatening. “A nice little S.R. right here. Letting everyone know that you once, and will always be mine.” His knife drawing circles around the designated spot, teasing the soft, untainted skin. Your muffled cries seep into the mattress, fearing he would follow through. His hand, tangled in your hair, pulls you up. Ass meeting his crotch vigorously, forcing your neck to tilt back for him, his eyes watching over you. Your innocent eyes were stained with despair. He continued his sadistic taunting, grazing his knife up the front of your hips, watching your tummy undulate from your heavy breathing. You didn't know if begging him to stop would edge him to actually do it so you kept your mouth shut.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He sighed into your neck. Teeth biting into your flesh, eyes watching his hand guide the knife along you from over your shoulder. The blade stopped at the band of your underwear, teasing the fabric with the sharp tip. You felt him buck his hips into you, slowly grinding his erection into your ass. Sick fuck.

Stringing along fucked up phrases that made you feel him more and more, harder and harder. You could tell his teasing wanted relief, he was getting desperate to fuck you.

"Why Simon, why...why are you doing this?" You plead, hoping some form of humanity would come back to him.

"Oh, my love, you taunt me, watching you act like I no longer exist to you. I just needed to remind you how fucking real this is. I haven't been able to stop thinking about your lewd body, fucking my hand, just thinking about you, isn't good enough anymore." His knife grazing lightly over your clothed clit, tapping the blade over your sensitive lips. He inched it back to your waist band, irritating the gentle fabric.

“Slutty fuckin’ girl. I need to be inside you.” His knife cutting the fabric to your panties. Your bare cunt exposed. The knife shifted in his hand now resting within his pinky, ring and middle fingers allowing for his index and thumb to be free. He rubbed his index finger along your slit, feeling the heat pool, your wetness glistening on his digit. The pleasure he gave to you didnt last long as he saw you were wet enough.

He placed his knife away grabbing your hips, forcing you to bend over for him. Tear stained cheeks buried in the covers. The sound of his zipper coming undone made you whimper, you knew he was going to be rough with you. Even when you two dated he was hard to take and it usually took a while for him to prep you. You knew he was going to be unrelenting.

“Fuck” he exclaimed salaciously as he slammed his fat cock into you, feeling his half opened pants poking along your ass and thighs. You were full: his thick girth stretching you out over him. You struggled to remain calm as your hole tightened from his abrasive advance, back arching to elicit a choked out yelp. Your knees threatened to buckle under you but his hand offered support knowing your little pussy struggled to take all of him. His tense length started to move in and out of you, kissing your cervix. Heavy balls slapping against your puffy clit as you tried to take him. You gripped your comforter hard, digging your nails into the mattress. His strokes are erratic and aggressive.

“You look so pretty on the end of my cock, princess. I’ve waited long enough to have you. Don't cry, baby, it had to be like this. I couldn't hold back any longer.” His tone matching the roughness of his strokes. Your helpless cries being drowned out by the lewd, squelching noises that came from your sloppy cunt. He continued to bully your hole, slapping your ass to add to your pain and his pleasure. Leaving bite marks along your delicate back and shoulders, holding the back of your neck down with his boorish hands, spilling heinous words into your ear. All while you took every inch of his cock.

You feel yourself getting close, tightening around him as he fucks you through your orgasm. Humiliated by your sexual arousal of his mistreatment. His obsessive possession. You feel him smiling through the mask that rubbed into your neck, his breath hot.

“You dirty, dirty little bitch, huh. Cumming on my cock as I take advantage of your fucking pussy? Maybe I should stalk you more, watch you while you undress for me. Touching myself in the dark of your room. You seem to fucking like it.” His own strokes became sloppier.

“S-s-simon,” you whimper, “P-please, I can’t take it.” You whine trying your best to think through the overstimulation. He continues his aggressive pace, knowing how sensitive you are.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know, I know,” he coos, offering false security. “Daddy’s almost done taking your cunt, just be fucking patient.” You feel his thick length start to throb inside you, signaling that he's close. Quickly pulling out of you, he forcefully guides you to the ground, stroking himself above you, face centered under his swollen tip.

He sees you squirm as you wait for him impatiently, your pussy convulsing around nothing. His thick boot meets your tender heat, allowing you to grind on it as he finds his own release, getting off on your depravity. Reaching in his back pocket of his unzipped pants he pulls out his phone and angles it towards you, still stroking his cock.

“Be a good fucking girl and look at the camera while I ruin you, sweetheart. I wanna have something nice and sweet to look back on. I’ll add it to the collection.” His voice became laced with abandonment. The slick sounds of his hand quickly stroking his length echo through the room as he groans. As swears leave his lips, he ejaculates his hot, white cum over you. Streams of his sticky semen drip from your face, covering you wickedly. Waves crashing over him as he finished his sick fantasy. His seed tainting you as you look up at him with empty eyes. His fucked out expression triggering the last few groans to release from him.

“Good, good girl.” He places his phone back into his pocket, zipping his pants. You stand to meet the large man, brooding over your delicate frame. You didn't know why he obsessed over you and why he would go through all the trouble. His thumb glides over the traces of his essence before slipping his thick digit into your mouth. His hand grabbed at your chin, tilting it up.

“You’re mine, forever.” You wince at his words trying your best to break from his grip. And with that he was gone, leaving you to revel in confusion and fear as to when he would be back.

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celestialsun888 · 1 year

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Home for the Holidays.

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Pairing: Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn!Reader

Genre: Festive Fluff!!

Word Count: 745

Synopsis: Soap surprises you after saying he might not make it home for Christmas.

★ TW: ANGST. Established relationship w/ him. Ends sweet :)

✒ Authors Note: This is my first writing for Soap! Please lemme know if you like it, still trying to feel out writing for him! ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

As you pried your eyes open to stare at the blank ceiling above, you felt emptiness settle into your chest. Pulling yourself over on your side, a solemn sigh broke from your lips. A blank space and untouched pillows sit against the headboard, reminding you of your isolation.

“Johnny,” you mutter to yourself. It had been months since you’ve seen him: brief, scattered calls throughout the separation, offering little to no solace for your mind. You just wanted him to be here with you, to fill in all the empty spaces that he once occupied. Tears began to stream down your cheek and the tip of your nose, burning little drops of frustration into your pillow.

Sniffling, you sit up as his shirt draped over you, the closest thing to having him with you. You missed his light eyes falling upon you as he would voice silly stories to you that made you laugh. His humor being one of the things you loved most about him; his thick Scottish accent adding to his amusing antics. His dark lashes fluttering as he would close his eyes tight when he laughed. The tranquil mornings when his dark brown hair scattered messily around his head as he peeked open his eyes bright and early. Gesturing a beloved smile to you as an unspoken good morning. You just wanted it all back, back to normal.

A few days prior you had spoken with him over the phone which was brief and forward as always. His despondent tone articulating how he might not make it home to spend the holidays with you and the mission was dragging out longer than expected. You knew it came with the territory of having a partner in the special forces but it still crushed you. With the call being cut short, abrupt and hasty ‘i love you’s’ trailing off until the call was disconnected, you shed bitter and woeful tears. All you wanted was him, holding you. It didn’t matter about gifts or presents: just his presence.

You pulled yourself out of bed as best you could, dreading to start your day.

Merry Christmas to me.

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The day lagged on, spiritless, as you sat with your family and friends. Mustering up little conversation, waiting for time to pass. People came and went from your home until the late evening as the final guests left your place. Cleaning up plates, leftover drinks and the wrapping paper pieces that littered your floor, finally, being thankful the day was over. You sat on your couch sipping wine lazily, the living room adorned with the festive spirit you lacked; the full moon shined in the clear dark sky through your glass balcony door.

You check your phone. Zero missed calls. No new messages.

Surely he would have called you by now, wishing you happy holidays, saying how he missed being with you, but alas, nothing. He might be busy? Maybe tying things off with his mission? Your mind tried its best to rationalize his lack of communication. Drifting off in anxious thoughts, sleep washed over you until you heavy eyelids shut.

A firm knock at the door alerted you from your sleep, causing the blanket that covered you to fall to the floor. You inched your way to the apartment door, tippy toes quietly pacing. As you unlocked the door you were greeted by a familiar face.

Johnny.

"Did ya' miss me?" His deep husky voice stifling your breath. His arms leaving not another second to be empty as he pulls you into him. Fully wrapping you in a tight grip, making you stiff in his embrace. His duffle lying on the ground beside him.

“Surprise,” He affirms gently into your neck. “Merry Christmas, my love!” His wholesomely excited words solicit tears to fall from your burning eyes. Your arms reciprocate his unyielding grip on you, pulling as hard as you can, his body into yours. His uniform coarse against your body, still holding a faint scent of battle. His hands tracing along you, re-familiarizing himself with your body, jogging his memory of every piece of you. Melting into you as he brushed along your frame.

"I thought you weren't coming home!” you confess through a quivering inflection. “I've missed you so much.” His hold on you slightly tightening as you spoke.

“I’ve missed you more. I'm glad to be home.” His lips finding yours, deep breaths escape both of you, sparks of intimacy sweeping through each kiss. With that you lead him into your apartment, allowing every worry and stress to dissipate. You were going to make the most of the time you had with him, thankful he was home.

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celestialsun888 · 1 year

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"it's so hot when you talk back"

warnings: f! reader, bratty (!) reader, brat taming, 🐱 slapping, manhandling, purposefully inflicted feelings of humiliation, fingering, simon's a meanie, edging + teasing, pet names, slightly toxic behaviour, kinda sucky dialogue, four (4) weirdly specific descriptions of breathing, 600+ words

a/n: started off the hoe december a bit poorly, but as one of ur fav ghost hoes i have no intention of disappointing y'all any further. y'all are gorgeous, wholesome beings and i love y'all w my entire heart <33

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he's had you like this for a while now – silky, soft sheets hugged your back as you laid naked on his bed. your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, kiss-swollen lips slightly parted as you drew in shallow breaths – bare, wet cunt on full display as he forced your legs open and damn him, you've never felt this humiliated before.

"there's only a fine line of how much bullshit i can take, and you are nearly fucking there, princess-" he snarled, as he dragged his calloused fingers alongside the tight slit, spreading the wetness all over your pussy, playing with it. his touch felt rough as he pushed two digits inside, caressing the tight velvet walls with sloppy movements as his thumb swirled on your clit – barely applying any pressure, not nearly enough to bring you the satisfaction your body's been craving.

so, you moaned, a desperate and filthy noise - the best fucking impression of a pornographic gasp you could muster – hoping to evoke a reaction, no matter how small – even the tiniest bit of extra pressure would make you arch your back.

"that's why you did all that?" he kneeled down, removing his hand from your sex - sore with arousal - as he tore the given pleasure away from you within seconds, leaving you with mortifying emptiness.

"to get my hands on your cunt and just fuck you properly?" a sharp slap fell flat against your cunt, and the noise rang in your ears - the familiar sense of lusty pleasure was now mixed with an overbearing sensation of pain.

"it just wasn't enough when i fucked you twice in the morning, all 'cos you begged so pretty?" another blow, although a bit rougher now - earning him a sobby moan, as you writhed away from the cruel grasp of his hands. "wanted even more, huh?" you nodded – the only response your ruined brain was capable of coming up with.

"course you fucking did-'' pain shot through your spine the third time, making you quiver "you-'',

the fourth time your legs trembled, as the pit of heat inside your stomach twisted, "greedy-",

opening his mouth, he spat on your aching cunt "little-",

clumsily pushing his finger past the swollen folds, he was already back to stroking the sensitive, spongy spot inside you "thing".

you wanted to say something – tell him you were sorry, a sincere and honest apology, for every single thing; the silent treatment you'd been giving him for days now, the overly loud and obnoxiously fake laughing at gaz's jokes, and for straight up disappearing on him one evening – going out with soap and price, despite knowing his clear disapproval, and thus ignoring his texts and calls the entire night – leaving the number of them at around 33. he greeted you at the door in the morning, sleepless and tired as he wrapped his arms around you, telling you to never ever do something like this again as he carried you to bed in a tight embrace. or maybe you'd protest, continue with the bratty attitude, seeing just how far you can take it.

but you couldn't do either, simply didn't have it in you – the air thinned in his presence, and the sensual approach of his frantic fingers sucked the oxygen out of your system. your only response was covering your mouth, biting down on your palm to hide any noises, as you silently hummed in agreement – you were nothing more than a regular whore, whiny and needy, an object he can use freely.

"it's so hot when you talk back, doll-" he dipped his head down, his tongue hot and heavy as he groaned at the taste of you. "even hotter when you moan, so don't you fucking dare do this to me-" his tone grew dark, pure lust spilling from his voice as he felt your warmth clenching around his fingers, "-not right now, darling"

he knew you were close – it was evident in how your chest rose as you struggled getting the air into your lungs, and how you moaned even louder when his nose bumped against your clit – what a sweet fucking sound. one he's going to remember forever - even after he dies, and even after he's reincarnated and after he dies again and he's reincarnated for the hundredth damn time, he's gonna remember the sound which burned deep inside his mind.

he knew you were close - so, he stopped. his fingers no longer knuckle deep inside you, his mouth no longer swallowing the honeylike arousal. "c'mon, get up" a slight smack on your thigh was a silent order for obedience. "find him and see if he could ever fuck you this good" you whined – at the loss and at the mean attempt of teasing – yeah, gaz's jokes sucked and just about everyone saw through your act but is he really not letting you forget it? like ever? all you did was hum a quiet "no, please, can't-" and he chuckled – dark and low. "that all you got?" you'd nod again, impatience overpowering any sense you had left. "thought as much, darling – your brain just turns off when you're needy, yeah?" hot breath tickled the inner side of your thigh, as the hushed words fell from his lips - he simply couldn't leave his precious, spoiled princess unsatisfied.

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celestialsun888 · 1 year

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today's thots 😏: you have been begging ghost to tell you his name for days now. he does it while eating you out.

a/n: literally wrote this in 20 mins, fully aware it kinda sucks

he has you sprawled across his bed, your legs freely hanging over the edge. he is kneeling beside you, his hands holding your hips in place, the rough surface of his gloves ever so slightly scratching your soft, delicate skin, his half-masked face buried between your thighs, which are littered with hickeys and bite marks. he's hungrily lapping at your arousal, shamelessly delving his tongue inside you.

a quiet whimper of annoyance, of protest, leaves your lips when he releases the hold of his right hand on your hip, and removes his mouth from your needy, dripping cunt. he brings his fingers to his wet lips, catching the fabric of his glove between his teeth, quickly pulling it off and throwing it away, leaving it forgotten laying somewhere on the ground. his focus shifts back to you immediately - he inserts two of his thick, long fingers inside you. he begins flicking his tongue at your clit, while his fingers pump in and out of you, filling you so deliciously, so perfectly.

occasionally, he completely changes his movement – he lazily curls his fingers inside you, (a pathetic, half-assed attempt to stretch you even more), and simultaneously removes his tongue to gently suck on the swollen, sensitive nub.

you are far beyond the point of hiding your moans in embarrassment. your mind simply too foggy to process anything but the lewd, wet noises filling the room, the sinister, overbearing, pleasure.

he feels you clenching around his fingers, he hears every breath that catches in your throat and he pays full fucking attention to each and every one of your pretty moans that grow carelessly loud, animalistic, and primal. he notices your muscles tensing up, as your body shakes and your hips involuntarily jerk forward – he groans at the sudden contact.

you, though, are simply too far gone to realize any of this, too needy and eager for your sweet release, far too wrecked and broken to form any thought at all.

he removes his dominant hand from your warm cunt, which is pleading even for the smallest touch, the slightest friction feels heavenly. he quickly and messily wipes the wetness off on the side of his clothed thigh. never removing his hot, sloppy mouth in the process - he continues to swallow the sweetness of your arousal, every fucking bit of it, as if his life depends on it, as if all the oxygen was sucked out of his body, your being replacing the air that he inhales, the air that he would die without.

And then he … taps your thigh twice, as if to draw any crumb of attention left in that scrambled pretty mind of yours towards him. your chest feels heavy, and that impossibly sharp warmth in your abdomen threatens to spill all over your body, … yet you manage to shoot open your half-lidded eyes.

he's dragging his index finger across your thigh, barely touching the surface of your skin. it's a shape? a letter? the repeated movement confirms it, S – I. what kind of sadistic mind game is the cocky bastard playing now? and most importantly why is he doing it now when you are so -

he continues his merciless assault, - M

your back arches, legs trembling, - O

the control over your own body begins to slip away from you, both intoxicating and terrifying to experience. you physically feel the fiery pleasure inside you threatening to spill all over the edge - N

''Simon?-'' it's a god-given miracle that you gained enough composure to repeat the word, the name, out loud.

the last thing you feel, right before the pure euphoria spreads through your body and mind, is him smiling against you.

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Home for the Holidays.

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Pairing: Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn!Reader

Genre: Festive Fluff!!

Word Count: 745

Synopsis: Soap surprises you after saying he might not make it home for Christmas.

★ TW: ANGST. Established relationship w/ him. Ends sweet :)

You pulled yourself out of bed as best you could, dreading to start your day.

Merry Christmas to me.

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You check your phone. Zero missed calls. No new messages.

Johnny.

"I thought you weren't coming home!” you confess through a quivering inflection. “I've missed you so much.” His hold on you slightly tightening as you spoke.

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Headcannons: Ghost & Soap

(NSFW)

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Pairing(s)/Characters: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & Johnny ‘Soap’ Mctavish x Gn! reader

Genre: bffr: it’s a lil filthy with hints of crack/fluff [18+ MDNI]

Word Count: 386

Synopsis: I once again have listened to them. It's all true bc they told me!

★ TW: Established relations ;3, talks about kinks, type of lovers they are, no ‘real’ warnings just know there is smut in the cut okie! Oh ya, mentions of pegging ;)) when the word 'weird' is written, its not in a shaming way (if its weird to your personal taste, if that makes sense!)

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You all have most definitely thought about a threesome, Soap would probably be the one to say it aloud.

Ghost is a switch but prefers to top (he likes the control).

Soap is a power bottom (no I am not going to argue).

Ghost has a slight God complex when having seggs

Soap is vocal. Ghost isn't as much.

Ghost is thicker, soap is longer (no i will not elaborate…maybe….you freaks)

WHOS BETTER AT AFTERCARE?! Soap me thinks (but ofc ik bc they showed told me)

Soap is a more sensual lover, would press his forehead to yours and giggle with you checking to see how you were enjoying it.

Ghost would fuck you rough, would check to see if you were enjoying it but in a more… primal way… (aka how loud you moan for him or how many times he makes you cum)

GHOST IS A PLEASURE/ SERVICE DOM!!!!!!1!11!

Soaps pet names for you are pure me thinks (honey, baby, lover/ my love, darling, MY BELOVED! – imagine the accent too, im pissing that's so cute)

Ghosts pet names lowkey kinda hit or miss. I feel like he really would call you by your name *_* I think he would call you more suggestive (slightly less *pure* at least) types of pet names (princess, doll, sweetheart, probs a short version of your name or nickname, this mf might even pull some ‘weird’ shit like snuggums or pumpkin, most likely when intoxicated).

THEY BOTH FEEL SEGGSY WHEN THEY DRINK WINE, MOST DEF A GUILTY PLEASURE IDC IDC

side: imagine them having wine nights talking shit

Soap might let you peg (but dont tell him i said that…)

Soap would ask you to check under the bed for monsters.

Ghost is the monster.

Soaps ‘weird’ fetish: mf seems like he’s into feet ngl. Just get that vibe from him, but nothing too crazy (other than the pegging)

Ghosts ‘weird’ fetish: piss…IDK HE SEEMS LIKE THE TYPE (pls dont come for me, he just seems like he likes to ruin people stuff)

Soap sleeps w/ socks on, no doubt. Socks and undies

Ghost sleeps w/o socks but seems like a sweatpants/no shirt kinda guy. and no underwear

Both these mfs sleep with flat ass, pancake ass, pillow(s). I just know it. Soap probs only has one and ghost seems like he would care a little more and have two.

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Headcannons: Ghost & Soap

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Pairing(s)/Characters: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn! reader

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Word Count: 258

Synopsis: It’s all true, they told me!

★ TW: None <33 Stupid and silly if anything. Established friendships with them!

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Ghost most definitely indulges in baths as a ‘guilty’ pleasure. He enjoys soaking in a nice warm bubble bath. You once even heard him playing classical music.

Soap is the type of person who cuts the crust off his sandwiches.

Ghost is most def the type that eats the cut off crusts (big boys gotta eat!)

Soap enjoys acting out musicals numbers with you, singing and dancing around while Ghost gets second hand embarrassment.

You and soap have most definitely gone through Ghosts’ mask collection and tried them on mockingly. “Foap!” you both giggle.

When Ghost finds out you touched his things you blame it on Soap being a bad influence. Ghost would argue that you enable each other.

Once you three got so drunk you listened to Soap tell you the entire history of Scotland.

Ghost mains (dry) bowser in Mario Kart and Soap mains waluigi or yoshi (I know bc they told me duh)

Ghost probably has some weird talent that no one would expect like being suspiciously good at the harmonica or some obscure instrument.

Soap cuts his own hair.

Ghost seems like he has NO TASTE PALATE. Like that mf said “Salt and pepper is all I need”. You & soap bully him about this often.

Ghost is the type to leave a lot of meat on chicken wings and idk why i get that vibe (but it's true bc soap told me.)

Ghost and Soap seem like they would deeply admire you as a friend and teammate. Looking out for you and making sure you are okay.

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Good ol’ Boy.

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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

Genre: Filthy Smut! [+18 MDNI]

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Ghost pushes you just enough to see if you have it in you to top him.

★ TW: Bottom!Simon/ Top!Reader, heavy teasing, Simon being a little shit, size kink (ofc ofc), vulgar language, slight angst if you use binoculars, public sex, knife play, slight overstimulation, face sitting/riding (f!receiving), *slight* voyeurism, established relationship (more like fwb), he calls you mommy like once, (Let me know if I’ve missed any!)

✒ Authors Note: I had to bc the switch in me said so. Also: who doesn’t wanna hear him whimper? ;3 Also also, idk shit about MW2/ the military and all that, I am just hyper fixated on this man so if something isn't accurate pls spare me lol. This also isn't super proofread so if there are mistakes, shhh.

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Simon always had a way of getting under your skin. Knowing all the right buttons to push and saying all the right words that provoked you.

You and Simon had been seeing each other casually a short while after you joined task force 141. He showed little restraint in making teasing passes at you during training, making the other members catch on quickly to you and the Lieutenants relationship. Soap even questioned you about it often, shelling out jokes he knew he couldn’t make around Ghost.

You hated how Ghost just knew you so well, how observant he was. One small change and he knew it.

“What’s with you today?” His husky voice questioned, taking off his gear and throwing it onto his bed. The room was small and cramped allowing little space for separation from his words. Thankful for a short break from training that allowed for little free time. His eyes followed your figure as you stripped yourself of your gear as well. Observing you intently.

“Nothing.” You huffed. You remained focused on the floor, the walls. Anything but him.

He hesitated from undressing, watching your demeanor stiffen as you felt his sharp gaze cut into your back. You didn't have to look at him to know, his presence was suffocating on its own. You knew when he watched you. The strangely gentle noise of his footsteps inched along the wooden floor, creaking with every step. Each step closer made you nervous to continue undressing, you kept your back to him avoiding any kind of contact. Rough, firm hands positioned themselves on your shoulder, gently tracing down to your wrists. He always managed to make you feel engulfed by him, his size taunting you. His chest was to your back as you felt his hot breath on the nape of your neck. The body heat and sweat that radiated off of him seeped into you, reiterating his stark presence.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing?” The movement of his lips now grazing gently along the side of your neck sending chills that formed along your skin. You could tell he was trying his best to get it out of you and hoping to get lucky that it leads to more. He always starts with being gentle and kind until you give the signal that you want him in the worst possible ways. Everyone knew he was kinder to you, but they assumed it was only because he fucked you and he didn’t want to lose his precious toy in such desperate times. Even if it was true, you knew he had a sweet spot for you though he often tried to hide it.

That's how it went with Simon: Build you up, wash you in sweet divine praises, suffocate you with tension till you're needy for him, eventually forcing you to seek release with him as he makes you see heaven. But you hated how he always acted so… dominant. You wanted him needy, him to beg and whimper for you, though you would never say it. He always told you he enjoyed you playing the ‘innocent’ good girl for him, so you devotedly agreed. I mean what would he think? Would he laugh at you for being so little in comparison to him, not even able to possess a fraction of the strength he has, and wanting to…top him? The thought dissipated as he nestled his nose into your neck, his stubbly chin itching along your delicate skin. You shook him off trying to escape his rather sweet advances. He shifted his posture and stood with an offended acknowledgement.

“The fuck is with you?” He threatens.

“Why do you tease me like that?” You say referring to his taunts earlier that day. You tried bubbling up any self respect you had. “Like–like,” you stutter, “like I'm just so much weaker than you. I am very capable, Simon.”

His eyes followed you as you gave distance between you two, narrowing in on every word you spoke to him. Your tone sounds harsh and more aggressive. He let you go on, intrigued by your forwardness.

“You treat me like all I am to you is your submissive little doll that just does whatever you say. That you can just tease me and humiliate me for your own sick pleasure.” you protested. His eyes serve a glint of understanding before growing dark again. He knew what you were saying without even having to say it.

“That's what you're good at,” he mockingly justifies before turning his back to you. The silence of his argument settles into the heavy room, suppressing any ounce of rebuttal.

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Training seemed harder later that day. Simon refused to even look at you, no more teasing or taunting. Perhaps the little dispute you two had earlier irked him more than you thought. Or maybe he was just being respectful of what you expressed to him: that you no longer wanted him to tease you in such a way that made you feel submissive.

Your thoughts raced, unfocused on the directions Price was giving out to your team for the drill.

“Ghost. Y/N. You will be our snipers.” You jolted back to the present where you watched Ghosts' empty eyes devour you. Fucking great, we are partnered together. Even though nine times out of ten you were partners, you had hoped this was the one time you weren’t. As everyone splits off into their designated pairings preparing for the training drill, Ghost approaches you.

Your breath hitched as you tried to remain calm.

“Lucky me huh?” He scoffed. You followed his lead as he continued to walk past letting the snarky comment trail behind him. Ghosts broad back tapered down into his waist, his hips swayed slightly as his barbaric walk guided you to the lookout.

Conversation lacked while you sat with him, occasionally staring down the scope to see if anything was happening. You felt the urge to say something, to mutter some sort of apology for snapping on him earlier, but he was quick to beat you to it.

“Where the hell did that come from? Your little outburst earlier?” He asked forwardly.

“I–I just—” you struggled to be transparent.

“What, you wanna top me or something, sweetheart?” his eyes never breaking away from the field he was surveying, your hands felt itchy from the confrontation. Your face flushing with heat trying your best to not make it obvious. He was so blunt, did he really know you that well?

“Would you let me?” you ask sickeningly innocent. He silently chuckled under his mask, not giving you the satisfaction of seeing his shit eating grin.

“You can't even tell me you wanna make me your bitch, how could I take you seriously, princess?” he baited. He always called you that when you were under him, taking every inch of him. He worshiped you with that name. A name that solidified your submission to him.

“If you can't handle it just say that,” you retort back. “I mean, it seems like you're the bitch considering you are afraid to let a little ol’ girl like me top you.” Your eyes now fixed on the field as well, letting whatever floats to your mind out due to irritation. He looks up from his scope and mutters a string of obscenities.

“You wouldn’t be able to, angel. It's just me being honest. You're only good for taking it….” he leaned his head back down to his scope, “...if you want to top me, then do it.”

As his words lingered in the air for you to ponder, Soap's voice came over the comms.

“Taking a quick break LT, we will let you know when we resume.” Ghost relays understanding though his walkie and sits up to lean on a large rock behind him. You mimic him. A few moments of silence passed.

“Hm,” he chuckled lightly to himself, “surprised I still haven’t been taken advantage of. Must not want it that bad yeah?” He jokes, manspreading and rutting up his hips to adjust into a more comfortable position. You fidget with the knife in your hand out of boredom and a slight distraction from the tension.

“Honestly, it doesn't even make sense–you trying to dominate me.” Anger flushed in your stomach. “You're tiny, you know. You don't hold much weight against me,” before finishing his demeaning thought you swiftly meet your knife to his neck, partly covered by his skull balaclava. His eyes lighting up with passion and intrigue.

“Shut the fuck up, Riley,” you protest. He didn’t move or utter a word, his seated position staying the same, possibly shocked at your defense, or maybe just wanting to see where it goes. Maybe you did have it in you, it just took a bit of provoking. You made your way on top of him, knife still to his throat, as you did your best to stretch your legs over his wide frame. He sat there, a smirk outlined through his mask, eye contact never breaking. You traced your knife up to his chin, catching the fabric with it, exposing his stubbly neck and jaw. Your free hand resting on his upper thigh, close enough to his crotch to make him squirm.

“I can make you my bitch no matter what size I am, Simon.” His eyes now inflamed with excitement. The knife to his neck, the vulgar words. You calling him your bitch for a change. You inch the blade up ever so slightly hearing the scratch of his stubble. You could feel his bulge through his pants as you leaned into him more, “I'll make you a good ol’ boy for me.”

His chest rose and fell deeply, the erection growing in his pants. “Please me good, Riley, and I’ll make you feel the closest to heaven you will ever get.” Hands tracing over your waist he grabs you, hoisting you up to center your hips in front of his face as he remains seated against the rock. Unzipping your pants, your delicate panties show, his gloved fingers moving to massage your clit not yet removing the delicate fabric to reveal your dripping cunt.

“Lift up your mask, show me your pretty mouth Lieutenant” you demand. He is devotedly obedient to your request. His balaclava rests on the bridge of his nose, his eyes waiting for your next demand.

“Open.”

You slide your panties off to the side, exposing your dripping essence to him and anyone who could potentially look up and see you. Slowly, you start to grind against his wet tongue, lapping up any bit of excitement that came from you. Soft goans vibrated against you as he became more rough with his mouth, sucking your sensitive clit only to stick his thick tongue back into your core. Lapping circles around your pussy.

“Don’t stop until I cum. That’s your only purpose, do you understand?” His needy moans expressing his devout service. You inched closer to your climax as you started to grind harder against his face, your puffy clit hitting his nose, offering added pleasure. The sloppy strokes of his tongue became erratic as the knot in your stomach tightened fully, arousal dripping down his jaw and neck. The lewd noises of his moans into you made you weak, causing your high to be intense. Your body shuddered as you came, breath hitching as his hands held you on his mouth, sucking your sweet lips through your climax. As you pulled off of him his eyes were wild with desire, the idea of you forcing him to please you showed through his tented pants. His bulge pulsated, twitching within the fabric that wore a wet stain that pooled next to it. His cock was already leaking, just from eating you out. Did he…cum?

“Fuck,” he exclaimed shakily, hand reaching down to obscure your sight of his premature ejaculation. He really enjoys being submissive huh?

“Did you cum?” you inquired. Nervous laughter escaped his lips. You parted his hand away from his pants getting a better look, eyes darting up to meet his.

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy. I didn’t say cum while you please me now did I?” Disappointment lacing your tone. “Do you know what disobedient boys get when they dont listen?” The sarcastic tone in your voice alluding to a rhetorical question. You wind your hand up following through to meet Simon's reddened cheek. A loud smack echoing through the air.

“Punishments.”

You unzip his pants exposing his thick length, still twitching. Cum dripped down his warm shaft as some of his essence still leaked from his slit. You cooed at him, expressing pity for his lack of self control.

“Ah~” he moaned weakly, still sensitive, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t–” His pleas were cut off by another ridgid slap. You could see his compliance in his glassy eyes.

“Look at you, a mess. Pleading for my forgiveness, can't even control yourself when pleasing me. Looks like you get off on being my bitch, huh?” you hissed at him, unrelenting. “Since you want to indulge in pleasure, you're gonna have to beg me to cum. And maybe, if I’m feeling nice, I'll let you.” His chest heaved.

You grabbed his already sensitive cock and teased it, watching him hiss as he accepted his fate. You worked your hands up and down his shaft, feeling it stiffen. You hold out your hand signaling him to spit in it. He obeys. Lewd, wet noises exude from you both as he fingers your pussy through your underwear while you stroke his length quickly. His whimpers and whines encourage you to continue your salacious advances. His whimpers start to elicit needy cries, rutting and bucking his hips more into your hand. His fingers quickly move in and out of your sopping cunt causing his mind to race, drawing swears from his lips. His balls feeling heavier, his incessant whines becoming more convoluted. He was close.

“Do you wanna come for me?” you insist. “Then let every little whimper and beg fall from your lips Simon. Tell me how bad you want this.” His head shoots back, submissively exclaiming fucked out phrases, seaching for pleas and begs that satisfy you.

“Fuck, please–mmph– please let me cum.” His words dripping with euphoria and depravity. “Let me fucking cum, I’ll be good for you, so good. I’ll be your good fucking boy mommy.” With one firm stroke meeting with his bucking hips he grasps for the dirt around him as thick spurts of cum shoot out of his reddened cock. Ropes of cum spill over your hand, making a mess of his unzipped pants. Making a mess of himself. Convulsing within your tight grip his eyes clamp shut. Tears welling up in the corners, so close to spilling out. His intense climax halts his breathing as he falls from his heightened state. Tip extremely sensitive, swollen from his release. Your hand pauses before gently rubbing your thumb over his slit. He hisses from the touch, followed by a deep sigh.

“Aw, good boy Simon,” you praise. His vision is still trying to focus. Shock sets in as he realizes his enjoyment of your treatment.

“Fuck, princess,” He teases, trying to regain some form of control. You shoot him a playfully annoyed look.

The comms come on as his walkie sits in the dirt inches away from the two of you. Soaps' voice echos over the call, “Are we ready to continue?,” a slight pause of dead air, “By the way, never thought I’d hear the day LT begged like that.”

Ghost pulled his balaclava over his embarrassed expression and grabbed the walkie.

“The only begging you’ll have to worry about is begging me not to kill you after all this is over.”

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Time for Us.

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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Word Count: 387

Synopsis: Simon spends some time with you in the most wholesome way possible; just being in your presence.

★ TW: None <33 Legit just the sweetest stuff evaaa! Established relationship w/ him. Simple thoughts of Simon. This is soo short but I just had it on my mind. might add to this later :)

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Your hands intertwined together playfully lacing your fingers through his as you lay facing each other on your bed. The open windows allowed for a soft breeze to trail through the sunlit room that scattered gentle rainbows throughout while the curtains danced benevolently. The fresh flowers he had gifted you sat swaying slightly on top of your bookshelf, petals bending gently as they hung over the glass vase.

His coarse and calloused fingers contrasted to your softer, more gentle hands. Skin littered with aggressive scars insinuating pain and war that told more stories than he ever would. Stories so demented he would never utter them to you. You, however, were so much gentler. So much kinder. Your hands expressed peace and a simpler, more wholesome side of life.

Simon liked that.

He enjoyed how you gave him a taste of hope for good things. That not everyone or everything was bad and that when he was with you he could feel as close as he could to home. A happy home.

You liked moments like these where he was vulnerable with you. Time just for you two. He had gotten comfortable with showing you his face, his scars, the intimate parts of himself that he no longer wanted to hide when he was with you. He had come a long way learning to express himself and his emotions to you because he knew you were worth trusting.

“I like this,” he started. His voice thick and raspy as he sat up slightly and looked at you lying down. Seeing you like this made him weak: staring up at him kindly. Gently. He loved the way your eyes were so soft when you looked at him, as if you saw the innermost corners of his heart and soul. His inner child, real, uncorrupted Simon. “The time we have together, just us.”

His hand reached to trace over your cheek needing to touch you, to feel your warmth, to make sure it's real. You sit up on your knees meeting his penetratingly intimate gaze. He was analyzing every part of you, he studied you but you didn’t mind. Your tender touch glides over his lips, eyes following your thumb and eventually breaking away to meet his dark eyes, “Me too Simon,” you hum, “I wish it could last forever.”

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✽ MASTERLIST ✽

❥ About: Hey! I'm Sun (or Sunny) and my work is under the cut! I write for multiple fandoms and even just general stuff. Thanks for stopping by!

✂ DARK ROMANCE/SMUT

❥ Mine: Possessive partner teaching you a lesson. [Dark Romance, Smut, F!Reader]

❥ Good ol’ Boy: Simon let’s you prove you can top him. [Smut, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader]

❥ Watching You: Simon takes his obsession with you too far [Dark Romance, Smut, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader]

✂ FLUFF

❥ Time for Us: Simon enjoying your presence. [Drabble, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn! Reader]

❥ Home for the Holidays: Soap surprises you for the holidays. [Drabble, Angst, Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn!Reader]

✂ HEADCANNONS & IMAGINES

❥ Ghost & Soap {sfw}: Simon and Soap HC’s (with mentions of Reader). [Fluff/Crack, Gn!Reader]

❥ Ghost & Soap {nsfw}: Simon and Soap HC’s (with mentions of Reader). [Fluff/Crack, Suggestive, Gn!Reader]

❥Ghost {nsfw}: Things I think Simon would say to you in bed [Smut/NSFW, F!Reader/ M!Reader/ Gn!Reader]

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celestialsun888 · 1 year

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MINE.

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Pairing: None; F!Reader

Genre: Smut/ Dark Romance [+18 MDNI]

Word Count: 3.3k

Synopsis: Your partner teaches you a lesson about who you belong to after you decide to wear a skimpy skirt.

★ TW: Slight dub con, praise & degradation, unprotected sex, breeding, size difference, brief sadism, dacryphilia, possessive/ jealous partner, face fucking, rough sex, vulgar language, slight thigh grinding, pet names (princess a lot bc I love it), corruption, brat taming if you squint. Just nasty, nasty smut. (Let me know if I’ve missed any!

✒ Authors Note: This is my first fic/smut ever! I was really just inspired by my horniness of being railed in a mini skirt that I am looking to buy lol. Hope you enjoy it! <3 If you see spelling/sentence errors, no you didn't.

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“Be a good girl for me princess,”

His voice was gruff and low. Even though he spoke rather quietly his deep voice carried, sending chills through your body. His demeanor exuded a teasing essence that made you shrink into yourself.

He towered over you, his thick and tall frame engulfing your smaller figure. Your mind raced as you felt your back press against the cool wall, a rough hand coming to meet the hem of your rather short skirt. You knew he hated when you put on a show for everyone else. A short skirt that alluded to a perverted sight: your little panties, sweet and lacy, as they barely covered your privates. The slightest movement hiking your little skirt up just enough to get anyone who watched aroused. The lewdness of nothing but panties: such easy access. The possession in his eyes traced over every inch of your body, a sight he knew well.

What was his was his. And only his.

You knew that he ultimately didn’t care what you wore, however, he would get in irritated moods when the attention from his male friends or acquaintances became too noticeable. The slight head tilts as you walked past, hoping to get a perverted peek at your ass. Maybe hoping that while he was away they could catch more of a view and see your little cunt peak through your slightly sheer panties. Either way, his possessive ways brought you to this moment: him taking you away from your group of friends to a private room, standing over you, looking down at you with dark eyes that lit up with lust and frustration.

“I…” you started to stutter, his calloused hands gliding up your soft thigh meeting the hem of your pleated skirt making it difficult to focus. “I haven’t done anything,” you try to express meekly.

He narrowed his eyes drinking in your obvious lie. His lips parted open, trying to conceal a smug grin of slight irritation. You could tell he knew you were playing dumb but he liked that. When you played into being a stupid fucking brat for him. He shifted into you deeper, his knee guiding his thigh in between your legs, his tilted head leaning closer into you. It didn’t take much for him to completely block you from leaving the tension, his height towering over you, his frame nearly twice yours, no doubt he was big but he knew just how to make you feel small and helpless regardless.

“Oh sweetheart,” he cooed mockingly, “don’t play fuckin dumb with me.” One hand slipped higher towards your lacy panties while the other rested above your head on the wall for support. You felt his knee rut slightly against your pussy building up more tension in your stomach. “You, in that slutty skirt, showing everyone what belongs to me,” he husked. His raspy voice dripping with arousal.

Your eyes dart around the small room trying to avoid any kind of contact with him. His thigh continuing to push against your increasingly wet cunt. Each slight movement tying the knot tighter in your stomach. As much as you didn’t want to admit to him that his possession turned you on, it did. You know him well: Feral. Marking you, pleasing you, making you whine out his name loud enough for anyone–fuck– everyone to know you’re his. But you were so stubborn. Playing dumb. Being a brat. Silently saying you want him to take advantage of you and fix your attitude without having to utter a word. He knew this and played into it so well.

His large hand grabbed your jaw focusing all your attention back to him, forcing you into submission. His eyes cut into you more, irritated by the lack of focus on him.

“I didn’t know,” you weakly encourage, “I didn’t mean to be so…“ you try to find the words but they refused to escape your lips.

“Lewd? Filthy?” He asked rhetorically, trying to scrounge up a non-existent ounce of sympathy. “Tsk, tsk, princess.” The disapproval falling into the air. You try to break away from his fervid gaze but his fingers dig into your plump cheeks becoming increasingly painful. “You like putting on a show don’t you?” He ridiculed, his grip becoming more stern. You could feel the heat radiate from him, the tension growing as his frustration increased due to your lack of honesty.

“I promise I didn’t-“ your soft spoken voice quieted by his firm hand slapping your already sore cheek only to hold your jaw steady once more. Focused on him. Your face flushed from the pain, heat radiating throughout your cheek from the contact. Tears threatened to spill but you regained composure.

“Oh you fucking little brat.” He hissed, “you don’t think I noticed you slutting yourself out tonight for everyone to see? Hm?” You shifted your eyes away from his taunting glare but his head followed to meet your eyes. “What is it sweetheart? Do you want them to think about you prancing around in that little skirt while they fuck their hand. Touching themselves to the thought of you? Fantasizing about your little pussy soaking your cute little panties as you bend over for them?” Each word provoking you, tormenting you.

Your lack of response caused him to slap you again making a whimper slip from your pouting lips. The look in your eyes, doe-eyed and glassy, hearing you moan from the discomfort, brought him pleasure. Sickly acting out his filthy sadistic fantasy. He looked down at his thigh, feeling you squirm and throb.

“Fuck,” he rasped. The evidence of your arousal pooled on his pants. “Look at you, can’t control your little cunt. Be a good girl for me princess,” his head leaning into your neck causing your hips to buck on his thigh, breath tickling your neck, “and let everyone know who you belong to. Yea?” He inched away quickly refusing to let you consent.

His rough calloused hand wrapped tightly around your neck as the other continued up your skirt, finding its way to the taunting little panties that teased him all night. His fingers ruthlessly glide over your clit through the fabric. Occasionally slapping your pussy just to see you buck in pain. Half-assing pleasuring you to keep you begging for his touch. He knew when you got needy. He could tell by your breathy moans, the way you rutted against him, how your soft lips parted open in pleasure, that you needed him desperately. He knew only he could make you cum hard. Only his touch made you fucked out. He loved that he had ruined every man for you. No matter who tried to make you cum, it would always lead back to thoughts of him.

His thigh shifted from your heat allowing for temporary relief while simultaneously violently pressing his lips to yours. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room adding to the tension you both experienced. His tongue making it known he was going to have his way with you and that you simply had to take it. The sloppiness of his kisses continued as he forced your mouth to his. His mutual eroticism making itself known through the bulge in his pants. The strain of the fabric tightening as his hands moved from your throat to your chest. His rugged hand groping you through your shirt, harshly tugging at your breasts making you feel consumed by his size. The other hand followed behind allowing your pussy to feel needy for his touch again while it occupied your nipples. Tracing circles around your sensitive tits mixed with aggressive squeezing. He pushed his hard-on into you as he twitched through the taught fabric of his pants.

His groans echoed through the room. Making his way to your supple neck he sucked on your skin bruising it, marking you as his. His trail of hickeys traced down to your collarbone landing on the swell of your chest. Nipping at the soft skin of your breasts that showed. Licking roughly back up to your neck. Gentle and submissive moans escaped your mouth as he continued to massage his tongue and teeth into your neck.

“That’s it baby, yeah,” he hummed into you, guiding back to your lips, “moan for me just like that. Make sure they can hear you experience this.”

His kisses and groans became more desperate, the hunger for pleasure becoming stronger. As he pulled away from your plump wet lips, pure greed painted over his eyes, “Get on your knees bitch.” His hand already forcing you down and you comply devotedly. He rubs his eager hands over the erection still contained by his pants while he lowers his gaze at you, gently rubbing your cheek. Your eyes locked on him as he touched himself, muttering obscenities and praises. He always showed a little bit of gentleness even when he was being rough, though it also never lasted long.

As he pulled down his pants, his thick, veiny, erect cock pulsed as precum leaked from his tip. Cockhead red as his thumb traced over his leaky slit, waiting for your tender wet mouth to take him all in. He let out a growl as his hand slid over his length, slapping it on his palm before grabbing the back of your neck as he inched you closer to him, insinuating your turn to please him.

“Take it like the good filthy whore you are, baby,” he whined, “show them how much of a slutty girl you are. Just. For. Me.” His voice trickled down your spine causing your back to arch. He knew the others had to be listening to the stifled moans and groans coming from the room. His twisted mind got off on the idea of people hearing you whine and cry for him, letting everyone know how good he fucks you and how no one can touch you how he can. Maybe they were touching themselves to it. Maybe they were recording to save for later. Either way it didn’t matter, he just wanted everyone to know that every part of you was his.

You palm his heavy balls as you start to slide your sweet mouth onto his cock, trying your best to take it all in. His swollen tip bullying its way to your tight throat that knows his dick so well. You start to bob your head, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth as he twitches as you take him, just like the good girl you are. Orgasmic noises filling the room, hearing the sloppy, lewd sounds of your mouth with every thrust of his cock. Tears start welling in your eyes again because of his big size, trying your best to take him in order to please him. Choking slightly as he started to speed up his pace, fucking your mouth, drawing sinful moans from his devilish lips. His eyes stayed locked on the streams of tears rolling down your hollowed cheeks as you take his fat cock, pushing further and further into your throat. Periodically pulling out to let you breathe and slap his dripping length on your face. Degrading you to the fullest extent. You’re his fuck toy. Just a pretty little doll for him to abuse and bully. And seeing your sweet innocent eyes look at him while he defiles you is the icing on the cake.

“Fuckkk, good girl. Taking my fucking cock in your little mouth s’fucking good. God damn” He writhes in pleasure. His voice purposely filling the room. Slapping your hands away, he starts to speed up his stroke taking control of the pacing, gurgling noises bubbling up from your throat. He guides his fingers along your head eventually settling to fist your hair in both hands losing all sense of respect for you. Using your hair as extra support and grip, an encouragement to continue his mistreatment and bullying. His moans relentlessly getting louder and louder as he fucks your face, ignoring your muffled pleas. Your body hitches and squirms as you try to breathe through your nose as he abuses your throat pushing and pulling your head all the way down his thick, hard shaft.

“You slutty little bitch take my fucking cock just like that, ah~ fuck princess” He strained as he held the back of your neck to hold you against his pelvis, your nose buried into him. Taking in completely how his cock feels in your throat. Seeing how you gag on his full length makes his moans feral. Tears and mascara continue to run down your hot cheeks as your eyes beg for release from his cock. With a lewd pop he pulls your swollen lips from him as you try to breathe as much as you can. Spit running down your chin, dripping to your chest, staining your innocence. Cock twitching as he indulges in how corrupted and sinful you look. His good girl. His good girl being used for his own sick pleasures. He pulls you up to meet him, knees burned from the carpet, eyes unable to concentrate. He grabs your jaw once again, assisting with helping you regain focus on him.

The heat pooled between your legs, the visible wetness seeping through your thin underwear onto your plush thighs. You could feel yourself throbbing around nothing, desperately begging to be stuffed full of his cock. Lustfully desiring that he would fill you now with all of him, every inch, and breed you. You knew that as much as he loves to cum down your throat and watch you drown in his pleasure, he’d much prefer to breed you. Just to know how much of you is truly his.

Your fucked out expression signaled to him that you needed him to fuck you. You couldn’t hold out anymore. “Please…” you managed to muster, “Please…” you said breathless and desperate as he cockily looked into your eyes.

“Oh?” He sighs mockingly, “What’s that?” He wants you to say it, he always does. He wants to know you’re a good girl who asks for what she wants. But even he knows without you saying it, he is willing to give it to you. Maybe it’s because he is selfish? Impatient? Or just needs you and wants release as bad as you do.

He picks you up over his shoulder aggressively, making his way to the bed. Almost throwing you, he places you on the edge of the mattress, legs spread open for him. His eyes glossing over your wet cunt that soaked through your sheer panties. He hovered his hands over your tiny skirt that barely covered anything, pushing it up just to see more of you. He stands in front of you, standing at the edge of the mattress, reveling in how you look. His long, rough finger slides over your lacy underwear sliding it to expose your needy cunt. Showing him what he owns. Showing him what he is gonna ruin.

“S’fucking pretty, your little pussy,” Letting his demeanor soften before becoming rigid again.

“Im gonna fuck you and breed you like the dirty little bitch you are.” He leans in closer, hovering over you briefly, “Im gonna fill your stupid cunt princess and I want you to let out every little moan so everyone knows I good I fuck you.” He says drawing away from you.

His cock throbs as he spits in his hand, slowly rubbing the tip with his palm. The sound of his wet hand stroking his ego makes you clench, desperate for him. Grasping the thick of his length he teases your entrance, dripping wet just for him. His swollen tip rutted against your clit before pushing his cock into you. Your hands reach out for his forearm signaling him to be gentle but he disregards it. He knows he’s big. He knows it’s hard for you to take it. But he is sick and sadistic, he likes hearing you cry that you can't take it. You feel his thick dick stretch out your pussy. Wet, erotic nosies squelching as he keeps pushing it into you until he bottoms out. A loud moan escapes you both, his raspy voice aggressive as he feels you tighten around him.

“Fuccck,” he says, setting a quick pace, balls slapping against your ass echoed throughout the room. Your ankles rested on his shoulders as he’s buried deep inside. His cock already slipping in and out of you so well because of how wet you are. Lewd moans escaped your mouth, every filthy praise and whimper fell from your lips and everytime they did he fucked into you more. His pace became something so aggressive as he chased after his high. Thoughts swimming throughout both of you, how lewd and sinful it was to ruin each other. How sick it was that you adored him as he defiled you, stripping you of every shred of innocence you had.

“Such a good girl, you take this cock so well. It’s almost as if it was made for your tight little cunt.” He praised incessantly.

“God…” you cried, “just like that.” His stroke became sloppier, hitting your sweet spot as you stretched over his cock continuing to lose yourself to depravity.

“Not even God could fuck you like this sweetheart.” He cursed as he slipped his fingers in your open mouth. Your tongue circled around his digits as he slammed into you helping you to inch closer to your climax. No matter what, he wanted you to cum first. He wanted to feel you clench around him before spilling his thick seed into you.

Faster and rougher he fucked into you.

“Oh princess, fuck, whimper for me,” He encouraged, “Let them hear how good I please you. How you love being fucked by me.”

His words edged you, causing the knot in your stomach to become so tight you needed release.

“Im gonna cum, fuck!~” you whine as you shut your eyes tightly. His stroke became careless and quick. His cock filling out every part of your tight hole, pounding into you relentlessly.

“Beg me to let you cum princess, tell me what you want. Beg for me,” he groans, “like a good fucking girl…” The sound of wet skin slapping against each other not caring who was in earshot.

“My good fucking girl.” He edged.

“Please let me cum, I wanna cum so fucking bad-fuckk-please!” Your orgasm washed over you as you tightened around his length, squeezing out every desperate sob from your lips. His pace unrelenting, continuing to fuck you through your high seeking after his own selfishly. Quickly reaching his own merciless release you feel his thick semen filling up your little cunt. His member pulsated as he collapsed atop you cradling you closely, legs still wrapped tightly around him. He stayed inside you until your pussy milked every drop of his cum. Breathy, aching moans filled the room as the tension dissipated.

As he lifted from you he slipped out his swollen cock still sensitive and tender from his climax. He brooded over you, holding open your folds and waited to see his seed spill out of you: white, milky semen dripped from your convulsing heat. His thick fingers lapped up the semen that spilled out generously fingering it back into your pussy one last time. He pulled his digits out of you as the remaining ecstasy dripped from them glistening. Slowly he dipped them in your mouth. Tasting his seed.

“Atta girl,” he said leaning in to give you a kiss, “now who do you belong to?”

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