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“I have . . . a wife.”

Kento Nanami’s last words were painful to utter — both from the serious injuries he sustained and from holding back tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks.

He didn’t mind dying, as he was exhausted. Beyond tired.

But he would never see you again, and he would never get a chance to say goodbye.

He couldn’t think about that right now, though.

If he did, he would cry.

And with Mahito’s chilling hand pressed against his bare back, he didn’t know how much time he had left to speak to his traumatized student.

“I have a wife, Itadori. I love her so, so much.” Nanami smiled sadly — as much as he could with his half-burned face. “Her name is Y/N. F/N L/N. Find her and my daughter. Tell them I love them, okay? Say it over and over again . . . so they won’t forget it. Make sure they aren’t too sad. Keep them safe. Y/N . . . she oversleeps a lot and forgets to take her medicine. She’s very clumsy too, so just . . . watch over her for me. She won’t buy her favorite snacks unless she thinks I’ll eat them with her, so try to share them with her when I’m gone. She hates watching her favorite shows alone . . . and going to the mechanic . . . she hates being alone, Itadori. Please don’t leave her alone. My kid’s young — she won’t remember me in a few years — so when you tell her about me, just tell her that daddy loves her, okay?”

“I-“

“Itadori,” Nanami interrupted sternly, yet tiredly. His grin softened. He imagined the beautiful faces of his wife and daughter one last time. “You’ve got it from here.”

As Nanami exploded from Mahito’s horrific technique, he died with the hope that someday, he would see you and his sweet girl again.

That someday, he might.

And he will be waiting.

OPLA fan cast polls - Oscar Isaac as Sir Crocodile

Propaganda:

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

"Lean your head back."

He does as you say, closing his eyes and letting your fingers massage his scalp. He can feel the mud come off, dripping down mixed with the water that you pour for him. A soft rumble grows from his chest, and he can feel you chuckle from where you're sitting behind his back.

"You should take care of your hair more," you whisper softly, keeping the quiet atmosphere intact. "You're gonna go bald early if not."

"I'm not going bald at all," he answers, frowning. He’s not. He's not.

He grabs your leg from around his waist, squeezing it gently. A soft kiss plants itself on his forehead, wet and newly clean. He smiles without meaning to, pushing himself back slightly so he's closer to you.

"Do you want yours or mine?" You ask, talking about shampoo. He wouldn't care usually, but he's been gone for months and every breath he takes feels like inhaling life itself. He never knows when he'll get the chance next time, if there is a next time at all.

"Yours."

He hears you uncap it, and then your hands come back to his head. You trace his skin with gentle circles, massaging. All the dirt and the blood is washed away by your fingers, in more ways than one. He feels his muscles unclench, how his body slides down further in the tub and your own skin rubs against his. It fills him with warmth that has nothing to do with the water surrounding him.

It smells like you, of course. It's comforting to think that, at least for a day or two, he'll go around carrying your smell with him. Like a little part of himself is more you than him now.

'Don’t open your eyes, Si."

He obeys, letting you rinse the foam away until all that's left is the blonde hair he works so hard to keep hidden.

"Scented?" Your voice whispers by his ear, making him shiver. He shakes his head, taking a deep breath to stop himself from straying.

After a few seconds, your hands trail down his body, slippery and gentle in a way that heats him up and ties a knot around his throat at the same time. He's only ever known violence, hard hits. He ran away from an uncontrolled fire to burn in others that he tricked himself into thinking he could lead. Kindness was something unknown until you came around, and now he gets it unlimited. You give it to him hands full, and he's man enough to admit that he takes every single part of it that he can.

His eyes burn a little. Not a single drop of soap entered them.

You kiss his cheek, his nose, his eyelids. A tear trails down his face, he's grateful for the driplets lf water that come down from his hair.

"Your skin is so soft," you tell him, so low it almost feels like a secret. Maybe it is, only you get this part of him. "It isn’t fair, you know? You probably do 5 minute showers with generic soap most of the time, Riley."

He laughs. Of course he does, and of course you don’t think it’s fair. But with the way your fingers trace his scars, the way you explore every inch of skin he has, it feels more like adoration than anything else. He hopes you know that everything you touch is actually yours. It stopped being his a long time ago.

"Try it sometime," he jokes, caressing your leg until he feels the goosebumps spread. "Maybe that's the secret."

You smack his shoulder with no real force behind it, making him laugh harder. He's sure some water spills over, he barely fit inside, but it's the last thing on his mind.

You wrap your arms around his chest, pulling him closer. Interlacing his fingers with yours, he moves until his head is laying on your shoulder. Finally, he opens his eyes.

You're looking down at him, with a soft look that he hopes will never go away. Your eyes are so full of love that he almost feels overwhelmed, but he's learning. He tries to be good for you, will die trying if that's what it takes.

"Your eyelashes shine real pretty when they're wet."

His face heats up, up to the tip of his ears. You giggle, rising your free hand to trace his cheek. He knows he's red, but he'll try to play it off and blame it on the hot water.

"You want to stay here for a bit?"

Rising his head slightly, he kisses you. You sigh against his lips, melting. He's so happy he could burst.

"I could stay here forever."

love on the brain [simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader]

▸pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader ▸words: 3,362 ▸warnings: illness, lovesick ghost, kissing, making out, simon makes up his own little game of hide and seek, the balaclava stays on ▸summary: simon doesn't do feelings... until he does.

▸a/n: i just wanna kiss him.

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Ghosts had secrets. Plenty of them. Hell, even his face was a secret. But there was one that he considered his deepest.

He was in love.

You would never guess it by looking at him; he had his mask to thank for that. His self-consciousness stopped him from saying many words to anyone outside of a mission. And just being around you made him feel like all the wrong words would come out.

He wasn’t much of a romantic and couldn’t even remember the last time he was in a relationship. What was he even supposed to say to you?

“Hey, Lt.” Your voice was like music to his ears.

“Evenin’,” he said gruffly.

“What are you doing out here in the rain?” you asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.” His palms were sweaty, and he was happy you couldn’t see them.

You shrugged. “I guess I just like the rain.”

“Yeah, so do I. Helps me clear my mind,” he said.

“Am I bothering you, sir?” you asked, worry filling your tone.

“Not at all. I’m actually surprised you found me.” There were all sorts of places he went to be alone, and no one knew about them.

No one except for you.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone else about your hiding place,” you said, and he believed you.

“How did you find me?” he asked.

“I have no idea. Maybe fate brought me here.” You looked out at the view in front of you. He looked at you, heart beating faster.

“Bollocks,” he scoffed. “You actually believe in that?”

“We gotta believe in something, sir.”

He hated that you called him sir. It reminded him that he was your superior and his feelings for you were beyond inappropriate.

“You can call me Simon, you know,” he said.

“Simon,” you said quietly, to hear how it rolled off your tongue. You smiled at him. “It’s a lovely name.”

“It’s not,” he said, “But thank you.”

“Do you ever let anyone compliment you?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just…whenever I say something nice about you, you find a way to downplay it,” you said.

He felt like such an idiot. He was hurting you and didn’t even know it.

“I’m sorry. I’m not used to it,” he confessed. “I’m sorry if I…made you feel bad.”

“You didn’t. I do the same thing. I guess it’s my way of deflecting. Sometimes my self-esteem makes it hard for me to take a compliment.” Your smile began to fade, and Ghost couldn’t have that.

“We should get inside before we both get sick,” he said, and it seemed like he was ready to end the conversation.

“You’re right. You came here to be alone, and here I am bothering you….” you sighed.

“No! I mean…that’s not what I meant. You don’t have to go,” he said.

Please don’t go. Please don’t go. Please don’t go.

The smile was back on your face. “Okay then. What should we talk about?”

Simon was still thinking about that night even as he lay in bed with a fever, runny nose, and cough. He was able to convince himself to stay in bed and rest, which wasn’t easy for him.

He nearly groaned when he heard the knock on his door. He put his balaclava on quickly and walked to the door.

“This better be bloody important,” he said, swinging the door open.

“Hey, sir…I mean, Simon.” You looked up at him and noticed something was wrong right away.

“Y-You…what are you doing here?” he asked in a raspier voice than his usual one.

“You too, huh?” you asked, and he tilted his head. “Sick?”

“Yeah. What brings you here?”

“I…uh…you know what? I don’t even know. It’s like my feet just brought me here on their own.” You gave him a smile that broke through his tough exterior and wrapped around his heart.

“Dunno if you wanna come in here with me bein’ sick and all.”

“I’ll leave you to rest. I need to do the same myself. Lots of fluids, sir,” you told him.

“Simon,” he sighed.

“Sorry. Simon.” You stood there and looked at him for a while. “Feel better soon.”

“You too, love.” He closed his eyes and cursed inwardly at the slip-up. If you heard him, you didn’t make it known.

A few days later, Simon was back to his usual self, and you were trying to be. As he made his way to your room, he rehearsed precisely what he would say.

Isn’t all this supposed to come naturally? He thought. Yeah, when you’re not head over heels in love with the other person.

He knocked on your door and tried to stand as naturally as possible before you opened it.

Your face lit up as soon as you saw him. “Simon! Hey.” You rested your head against the door.

“How’re you feelin’?” he asked.

“Eh, could be better,” you admitted.

“Is there anything I can do?” He put his hands on either side of the doorframe and leaned in.

“You’re sweet, Lt. I’ll be fine, though.” You didn’t need this man doing anything else to make you fall even more in love with him.

“Oh…” He was disappointed, to say the least.

“Actually,” you started, and he stood up straight again. “Would you mind bringing me some tea? You’ve made some for me before, and it was fantastic.”

You like his tea.

You like his tea.

It was a silly thing to gush over, but he felt his face getting warm.

“I can do that for you,” he said. He turned and walked away.

“Hey, Simon!” you called out, and he turned to look at you. “Thanks.”

“What do you need two cups of tea for?” Soap asked. “Still not feelin’ well, Lt?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” he said. “This is for—” He froze, and a knowing smile spread over Johnny’s face.

“Ah, I see.” He smiled smugly.

Simon sighed and walked off. He hoped the tea would still be hot enough by the time he got to you.

You were dozing off when he knocked on your door. You stood excitedly and walked to the door to open it.

“Tea,” he offered, and you took a cup.

“I would ask you to come in, but I’m probably still contagious.”

“I’ll come in if you like. I don’t mind,” he told you, hoping you’d let him stay.

“Okay, come on in.” You closed the door behind him and hugged yourself as you walked over to the sofa and tried tidying it up.

“What are you doin’?” he asked.

“Cleaning up,” you said.

“You don’t have to do that. You’re not feeling well,” he pointed out.

“I know, but….”

“Don’t,” he said, nearly reaching out to touch your hand. “Sit and drink your tea.”

“Sir,” you said playfully before sitting down.

He stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. “How’s the tea?” he asked.

“It’s perfect. You make it?”

“I did, yeah.”

“You can sit down.” You pointed to one of the chairs. You doubted he wanted to sit on the same couch as you.

But he walked over slowly and sat beside you. You looked over at him and smiled.

“What?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to sit so close.”

“Why not?” he asked, turning to you.

“Well, no offense, but you like to be alone…you don’t seem to like getting too close to anyone,” you said. You hoped you hadn’t said too much or overstepped a boundary.

“I don’t,” he started, “But I make exceptions now and again.”

“And I’m an exception? Wow, I feel special,” you said before taking another sip of tea.

“You are special,” he said. He took a sip of his tea casually. “Look, I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to say anything until I finish. Just listen.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“When I say you’re special, I mean it. I…feel something whenever I …look at you. To be honest, I’m not sure how to manage this,” he confessed. “I want to protect you; I don’t want anything or anyone to hurt you…ever.” He looked at you when he said that.

“Simon…”

“Not done. I think I’m in love with you, and I’m not quite sure what to do about it,” he finished. “You can say something now.”

“In love?” you asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. Is that…bad?” he wondered.

“Why would it be bad, Simon?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know anything about it.”

“You do. I think your mind is so full of a sense of duty that it’s hard to focus on anything else.”

“You may be right,” he admitted.

“I am right,” you said with a smirk.

“You see…when you look at me like that….”

“And when you look at me, Lieutenant...”

“What?” he asked.

“I love your eyes,” you told him. “There’s something in them that makes me feel safe.”

“What are you sayin’, love?”

“I’m saying I’m pretty much in love with you, too. Tea’s getting cold, Lieutenant.”

“Fuck the tea. What did you say?”

“I’m in love with you, Lieutenant. I know it’s wrong, and I know you’ll go on about how wrong it is, but—”

“The rules don’t matter. I’d break every single one if it meant you’d be mine,” he said.

“If I weren’t sick right now, I’d kiss you.”

He looked down at your lips. “Save it for me, hm?”

“I don’t think you understand just how…hot that is.”

“Hot?”

“Yeah, like…sexy,” you said shyly. “Your voice, eyes….” You were leaning in closer to him without even realizing it.

“Anything else?” he asked, ending up in his own daze.

“Um…you…you…Simon…”

“Yeah?”

“I’d like to kiss you, but….”

“You’re sick, I know. I can wait,” he said.

“You can, but I don’t know if I can.”

He chuckled. “You’re impatient.”

You laughed. “You’re always saying that about me.”

He leaned in even closer. “Drink your tea, love.”

“Wow, Lieutenant, you’re a tease, I see.” You took a sip of tea.

“Pardon?”

“A tease, sir. You’re a tease,” you repeated.

“I haven’t done anything…yet,” he said quietly.

You pointed at him. “See? Tease!”

“I ain’t trying to be.”

“You don’t have to try, Lieutenant.” You both sat in silence for a while.

“I want you to call me Simon,” he told you. “I don’t want to be sir or lieutenant around you. I want to be me. I want to be Simon. Just Simon.”

“Okay, Simon.”

“You told her! Yes!” Soap shouted.

“Fuckin’ hell, Johnny…” Ghost murmured. “Any louder, the whole base will hear you.”

“Sorry, just happy for you, mate. It’s about time, Lt.”

“Yeah, but…not much has happened yet. We’ve, uh, we’ve drank some tea together,” he told Soap.

“That’s it?” Soap asked.

“She was sick, Johnny. Besides, I’m a patient man,” he said. Soap cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“She’s better now, so…I’m thinkin’ about taking her for a proper date, but….” His words trailed off.

“But?”

“I don’t know what…I mean, it’s been a long time since I’ve been out on a date.” He was trying his hardest to avoid what he really wanted to say.

“Are you askin’ for my help, Lt.?”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Lt., she’s already head over heels for you. There ain’t much more you have to do. I mean…you do know how to kiss, right?” Soap asked, and Ghost threw him a glare.

“Of course, I know how to kiss….”

“If you need practice….” Soap puckered his lips, and Ghost was about to slap him over the head when you walked in.

“Am I interrupting?” you asked, smiling brightly.

“Yeah, I was about to kick Johnny’s ass,” Ghost said.

“Oh, okay, well, I’ll ask this quickly then. Simon, would you like to see a movie with me?” you asked.

Both men froze. You couldn’t see the look on Simon’s face, but Soap was beaming. He looked at Simon and then nudged him.

“What he means to say is yes, lass.”

“Simon?” You wanted to hear it from him.

“A movie? Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay, great!” you said excitedly. “See you later.”

“Later…tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah. Is that okay?” You looked at him.

“Yeah. Are we going off base or what?”

“Yup, if it’s okay, sir.”

“It’s fine. Time?”

You looked at your watch. “1900 hours?”

“Sounds good to me,” he said. You nodded and walked out.

“Guess it’s time for a crash course,” Soap said.

He walked downstairs, and there you were, waiting for him. You turned to him and smiled.

“Punctual,” you said.

“Always, love.”

You moved closer and wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks for this.”

“What? Did you think I was going to say no?” he asked.

You shrugged. “You could have.”

“Listen, I’ve been through some of the hardest situations, but saying no to you would be the hardest thing I’d ever have to do.”

You looked up at him. “Do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now?”

“Save it for the end of the date, hm?” He tapped your chin gently, and you nearly sighed aloud.

“I’ll try,” you said.

“Are you going to ambush me with kisses or something?” he asked.

“Don’t put it past me, Simon.”

As you got into the car, you could only think about kissing him.

The date went off without a hitch. Simon was a gentleman—you weren’t expecting anything less—and you behaved yourself.

The tension in the car was palpable as he drove back to the base. The tension in the elevator seemed to grow even stronger. You watched the numbers change—2, 3, 4—Simon is on the fourth floor.

The elevator dinged, and the door opened. He walked toward the opened doors, and you thought he was going to step off the elevator without saying a word, but suddenly you felt a firm grip on your wrist, and then he was pulling you along with him.

He moved so quickly for such a big man. You looked up at him as he guided you through the hallways, turning here and there before finally stopping in front of a door.

You were both slightly out of breath as he unlocked and opened the door. The lights were off, but Simon walked through the place as if he knew it by heart.

Of course, he did, you thought.

His room smelled clean as if you’d expect anything less from him. There was also a hint of his scent in the air. It was a scent that you could never quite place. Tea, for sure, but something else was there that was purely him. The man had his own musk.

“Come to me,” he said, voice cutting through the darkness. You went in the direction of his voice. “I’m here, love.” Wait, now it sounded as if it was coming from somewhere else.

“Are you moving?” you asked.

“You tell me,” he said, and you closed your eyes. “Over here…”

You whipped your head around. “Simon…”

“Yes?”

You kept your footsteps light and your ears open like he always told you. You listened for any change in the air. Humans radiated heat. Simon especially.

“Simon,” you whispered.

“Yes, love.” He was directly in front of you. You reached into the darkness and felt his broad chest in front of you.

“Good job, soldier,” he said with a hint of amusement. “Give me your hands.” Your eyes were adjusting now, and you could just see his hands. You placed yours in his.

He held them gently and moved them up until you felt the fabric of his balaclava.

“Go on,” he said. He dropped his hands and allowed you the honor of moving his balaclava. You felt your way, making sure not to lift it any higher than his nose. Even in the dark, he deserved to keep his secrets.

You felt around. He had a strong nose and lovely cheekbones. You felt a long, somewhat smooth line going from his cheek and over his lip, and you gasped.

“It’s all right,” he said, “Don’t hurt anymore.”

You could feel his warm puffs of breath on your hand, and you were tempted. You slowly moved your fingers to his jaw, which was covered in a sprinkling of newly growing hair.

Then you were touching his lips. They were soft and full. You felt them move and noticed that he had kissed your fingers.

“May I kiss you, Simon?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he said. He met you halfway, and when your lips met, it felt as though the room lit up, but it was still dark. He stumbled back a bit, overcome by the feeling of your lips. Once he had his footing again, he deepened the kiss and walked you backward carefully.

Not once did you bump into anything or stumble until the backs of your knees hit a sofa. He guided you down carefully, putting a protective hand behind your head so that you wouldn’t land too hard.

“Kiss me again, Simon,” you breathed.

“Say it again,” he said lowly. He was right there—his nose touching yours.

“Kiss me again…Simon,” you whispered, and he did with a slight moan. He loved hearing you say his name.

The kiss became a little needier with tongue and teeth and a need to be closer. He pressed his body against yours, and you melded to him, wrapping yourself around him so that he wouldn’t move away.

He began kissing you teasingly—a peck here, a peck there—he wanted you to chase his lips. You whined, and you swear he chuckled.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly before lowering his head, so his lips were against your neck. “Save those whines for another night.”

Those words were full of promise and a hint of lust that shot right between your legs. It was almost as if he knew because he swirled his hips against you. He was slotted perfectly between your legs, so you felt the friction in the perfect place when he moved his hips.

“You’re such a good kisser,” you moaned before he and his tongue swallowed up your words.

“I could kiss you for the rest of my life,” he admitted. “Give me your tongue.”

You stuck your tongue out, and he swirled his around yours before sucking it.

“Mm!”

He pulled off slowly. “Like that?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer—his lips were on yours in a flash.

You pulled away and kissed along his jaw. When you worked your way down to his neck, he shuddered. You continued along his neck, and he turned to give you access. You latched on just below his ear, and he pushed his hips between your legs hard.

“Like that?” you teased.

He was practically rutting against you now. “Hush,” he said before kissing you again.

You slid your hands down his body, and he pulled away from the kiss to stop you.

“Not tonight,” he breathed. He moved your hand to his face. “I just want to kiss you tonight.”

“Sounds perfect.”

He kissed both of your cheeks before moving to your lips. “I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone…like this,” he said.

“Me neither.”

“Is it okay?” he asked.

“Is what okay?”

“That I just want to kiss you,” he said, his lips brushing against yours.

“It’s more than okay,” you told him, giving him a quick kiss.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, nuzzling your neck.

“So are you, Simon. Thanks for going out with me tonight.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that, love. It was my pleasure.” You could tell he was needy for more kisses because he kept giving you little kisses here and there.

You initiated the kiss this time, claiming his lips as your own.

Tonight was the night you realized that you never wanted to kiss anyone who wasn’t him.

Tonight was the night he realized that after all that time not kissing anyone—he was waiting for you, for the right one to kiss.

Relief

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, male masturbation, blow jobs, no gender specified for reader

This is just a little bit of Captain Price filth. Enjoy!

This was wrong. So very wrong. I was clearly intruding on something so personal, intimate and private. But I couldn't leave. Morbid curiosity had me fixed in place. Utterly transfixed at what was unfolding in front of me.

It was all too easy to forget that the Captain was just a mere mortal like the rest of us. His cool composure, steely determination and reassuring presence were akin to those of a superhero. He was the stuff of legend and myth. But he stood in front of me now, all uniform and paraphernalia gone. Just skin, muscle and bone.

The usual hat was replaced by his dishevelled brown hair, standing up on end after being cleaned. The water of the shower cascaded over his shoulders and down along his back. Tiny drops trailed over the battle scars and bruises already forming after the latest mission. His eyes were closed, head bent forwards and leant against the cool tiles. Unusually oblivious to his surroundings because he hadn't registered my presence at all. Price's breathing was heavy with deep exhales through his nostrils One hand was pressed against the wall, bearing his weight and holding him up. While the other hand was between his thighs. Wrapped around the tip of his own cock and sliding back and forth in a steady rhythm.

I was shocked by my own reaction. There was absolutely no privacy between crew mates when we were on deployment and I'd grown all too used to the sight of Soap's arse cheeks or the sound of Gaz trying to be discreet while he sorted himself out only a few feet away from me. My normal reaction was usually one of covering my eyes and getting the hell out of there. But I was intrigued by watching the Captain. Someone who usually seemed above such base human instincts as needing relief after a gruelling day.

Not quite ready to admit it to myself just yet, seeing the captain completely naked tugged ever so slightly at something deep inside me. A flicker of desire that I barely registered, but I already knew would haunt my mind later when I lay in my bunk that night. His years of dedication and training have served him well. Broad shoulders, strong back, smattering of brown hairs over his chest and the ripples of his hard stomach. Glistening and flushed pink under the warm shower.

Price grunted, a deep throaty sound that sounded absolutely primal. Making a heat grow deep inside me. His hand continued back and forth along his shaft, his thumb grazing over the tip that glistened with his precum.

There were a whole host of thoughts flitting through my mind right. Visions of what the Captain looked like when he came, the sound he made and the way that his body betrayed him in subtle little ways even though he tried not to flinch. Spiralling further, I imagined his reactions if I was to approach him. Planting harsh kisses along his neck, nipping and biting him. Trailing my hands along that smattering of soft hair along his navel before joining his hand around his cock. How he would gasp slightly as I lightly cupped his balls, stroking them as he continued to jerk himself off.

Would he turn around and command me down onto my knees in front of him? Bark degrading orders at me while he used me for his own relief. Or would he be happy for someone else to be in charge for once? Letting him collapse against the cold tiles as I helped him to fully relax and unwind. Letting him sink to the back of my throat, softly stroking his balls as I did so, before teasing along his shaft with my tongue. His hand grabbing my hair as he came in the back of my throat.

Jesus, this was wrong, I chided myself. Willing myself to leave before Price realised I was there and things got any weirder than fantasising about sucking the captain's dick.

There was a slight hitch in his breath and all thoughts of leaving disappeared. I'd come this far and I had a carnal need to see the captain unravel in front of me. His hand on the wall tensed, as if he was hanging on for dear life. While the pace of his hand around his cock quickened. There was a slight buck of his hips and I knew that he was reaching that peak. His brow furrowed as his eyes screwed tight. A breathless groan rumbled in his throat as he muttered my name softly and his cum spilled from the tip coating his hand.

My name.

My face burned with heat, as I ran out of the shower room faster than I ever thought possible.

RUTHLESS// simon riley x reader

pairing simon riley x f!reader

word count 4.6k

content warning rough sex, knife play, degradation, oral sex, the mask stays on!

authors note i hope you enjoy you dirty little freaks. thank you for everything ♡

It’s an honest mistake - really. Had you known any better you would’ve kept it right where he left it.

But you can’t help yourself, lingering just a moment longer to stare at the blade that shines in the light. Its tip was stuck in the wall, the black hilt of the knife worn from use. Soap is calling your name, but you stay put, lip caught between your teeth.

It’s the lieutenants, his initials engraved into it - and you pocket it without a second thought.

You hide it from him like a dirty secret.

At first, you reason that it’s a good knife - a waste of potential to be left in the wall. It’s been polished and sharpened, the tip of the blade pricking into your finger. You had to keep it, you thought. Despite the fact that he would eventually come back for it, eyebrows drawn in confusion at the empty hole where it used to stick. You don’t necessarily use it, but you keep it on you at all times. It rests in your breast pocket, your heart beating against it even now.

A reminder of him. All the little unspoken truths and harbored emotions that you kept from him.

Then you think he could've asked for it back. You don’t admit that you have it, but if he wants it then he’ll try to find it. You have a bad habit to absentmindedly stare at him during briefings, and you notice the empty spot on his vest. It’s a similar shape to the knife.

You’ve been free falling for the lieutenant since the day you met him. Always a little too desperate and eager, you did your best to please. Arriving early for meetings, being the first one up, getting your report and handing it to him finished not a day later. He’d catch your gaze, cocking an eyebrow almost as if in challenge. You’d blush, breaking his stare and shoving down all those months of pining.

He taught you how to aim, how to disassemble your weapons and put them back together, hell- he’d just about taught you how to breathe. A ghost that’s hellbent on haunting the living, he kept you waiting patiently and obediently. You just needed a sign - something to tell you that he sees you.

The lieutenant doesn’t ask for it back. Yet. You’re starting to fall asleep looking at it, eyes half lidded and thumb rubbing over the hilt softly. It flips between your hands under the table at meetings, head in the clouds with your superior storming your thoughts.

The initials are ingrained in your memory like it was branded. SR. You start to carve it in bathrooms, trees, your bed frame. It’s shameful to admit, but having a piece of him is nice to carry. It’s because he’s your boss, the guy whose job it is to keep you alive. You’re just being sentimental for a friend.

Sometimes you wonder if he knows it’s gone. There’s a part of you that hopes you’ll never have to give it back.

Eventually you’re beginning to treat it like it’s your own. You carry it with you like a lost piece to a puzzle. It’s got a spot on the inside of your vest, hidden from his eyes. You let it dance on your skin in boredom, and use it to cut stray threads off you. But you can’t cut the lieutenant loose.

Your eyes are blinking away boredom and disinterest, head hung low as the drowning deep voice of Ghost continues on. It’s late, and you’re tapping your boot impatiently as Johnny and Kyle are making small talk about the stupidest shit.

The knife clicks open and closed, fingers unconsciously brushing against the blade. You really just need a shower and eight hours of sleep, but time is ticking away.

Think Lt will let us sleep in tomorrow?

Not a chance, Soap

Bastard doesn’t even sleep. It’s not fair

You feel like kicking yourself to stay awake. Yawns are bubbling up from your chest, shoulders sagging in exhaustion. It’s been a half hour since he started talking about procedures, protocols, what to do if blah blah blah. You fiddle with the knife in your hands, glancing down at the initials. Simon Riley. You wish you were in bed, the soft glow of your lamp illuminating your favorite kept secret.

He can tell too, and it’s infuriating him. You’re messing with your hands, lip caught between your teeth as your leg bounces in the chair. You rest your arms on the table, leaning forward and absentmindedly playing with something. Then he sees it, the black hilt that’s worn from the grip of his hand. It’s got the same engraving too, the one he got custom done his first day on the force.

You took it.

Simon didn’t think you’d have it - just a sneaking suspicion. He’s lost it before, usually to find it the next day in his jeans. Yet he saw you leaving, cheeks scarlet as you avoided his gaze. Your hands were shoved deep in your pockets, mumbling soft apologies as he brushed past you and back into the room. It wasn’t there, though.

He missed it. Simon carried it with him everywhere, like it was a part of him. It’s the only knife he owns, always wiping it clean at the end of the night. It twists between his fingers at night, the hilt worn from the palm of his hand. He would lazily flick it open, thumb rubbing along the edge of the knife. He thought he’d find it by now - but there you are, treating it with the same care that he has.

The lieutenant pauses, words trailing off as he stares at the familiar blade. You glance up, catching his gaze with eyes that are dark and heavy. You blink once, twice, straightening and looking down to your hands where the open knife lays. You freeze, the air around you running cold. Heart faltering and chest tightening, you wait with baited breath. Never has the truth been laid so bare before you. His eyes are kept on your face, pinning you in your seat. Does he know?

The lieutenant breaks your gaze, leaning back against the desk and crossing his arms. You’re absolutely mortified, shoving the knife in your back pocket and biting your tongue. Johnny looks to Ghost, pausing his conversation with Kyle at the unexpected silence. You’re distracting yourself by looking at anywhere but him, breaths uneven and shoulders tight with anxiety.

Ghost takes a moment to regain his control, mind clouded with the image of you playing with his knife. He runs a hand down the haunting white mask that separates you from him. Still wearing the uniform and gear, his hand rests on the empty spot of his vest as his eyes drag straight back to you.

He has to know.

“Johnny, Gaz - take your gossip outside. We’ll reconvene tomorrow,” he states, leaving no room for questions. The lieutenant breaths a long sigh, head cocking to the side as you blush a deep red. You whip your head to him, standing up straight at the sound of your name. He doesn’t dismiss you. The boys nod begrudgingly, standing up and stretching while grunting goodbyes as they shuffle out of the room. The door swings shut, clicking back into place and leaving you stranded.

It’s just the two of you, a thick and nauseating tension arises as moments slip by in an uncomfortable quiet. Your hands are balled into fists out of anxious habit, nails digging into the palms for your hands. He’s shrugging off the vest, peeling off his gloves and tossing everything on a nearby chair. His bare hands brace against the side of the desk, eyes staring straight through you.

“That’s my favorite knife that you stole,” he says, voice patronizing as you stupidly blink at him with innocence in your eyes. Your mouth opens and shuts quickly, head spinning with all the ways you can lie yourself through this.

“I don’t have it, maybe you lost it?” You say, shifting uncomfortably as he cocks an eyebrow at you. He looks at you as though you’re on fire, burning up with every lie that you feed him. You fumble, shaking your head at him and letting poor bluffs take the lead, “I just bought this one. I got it from a store in-“

“You’re a bad fucking liar.”

You freeze, words stuck in your throat as his voice rings in your ears. You’ve been caught like a deer in the headlights, eyes widening and panic setting in. His fingers drum against the side of the desk, and he almost looks like he’s found his new pet not behaving.

Glancing to the door, you swallow a thick ball of fear. It’s a few feet away, right there and waiting for you to run. Excuses and dishonesty coat your senses, trying to cover up lost tracks as you look longingly to the exit. The knife sits heavy in your pocket, a ruthless and terrible reminder of the fact that it doesn’t belong to you. You should’ve given it to him when you had the chance.

He waits for you to answer, and he’s gritting his teeth every second you stare at him all pretty and dumb - like you don’t know a goddamn thing. Honestly, a part of him feels a little prideful that you kept it in the first place. You intoxicate and torture him, forcing him to keep distance from the forest fire he wants to call home. The lieutenants been waiting for you to spark since the day he met you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie, voice struggling to stay even as his eyes narrow at your words. You try your best to remain calm as the lieutenant continues to stare, skin flushed with fear as he shakes his head at you. “You’re a rotten brat, you know that?” He spits, watching with hate as you look away with your chin held high. You won’t admit defeat, not until it’s ripped from you with prying hands.

“It’s got my fucking name on the blade, sweetheart-“ he grounds out, leaning forward as his eyes burn into your own. “And unless you’ve got it branded on you too, I’d suggest being a good girl and giving it back.”

The room is laced with a thick silence while you shiver where you stand. You nod meekly to him from across the table, letting loose an uneven breath. You hold his gaze, stomach churning with months of suppressed fear and unrequited adoration. You speak to him softly, as if your voice is made of truth.

“You left it, and I found it. It’s mine now,”

He laughs at you, the sound hateful and violent in your ears. He pushes himself off the desk where he leans, the mask building a wall of irritation around him. His footsteps land heavy as he’s crossing the room, sauntering towards you with a determined look in his eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he states, shaking his head condescendingly at you.

Three steps, and he’s right in front of you. His figure towers over you, face tilted down to look at you. He smells like tobacco and pine, and you notice the spread of ink that peeks out from his sleeve. A finger grazes under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his dark eyes. “Give it back.”

It’s a losing game, and you’re trying desperately to win. You shake your head, biting down on your tongue to stop yourself. No.

The lieutenant drags over a chair, exhaling heavily as he takes a seat. His legs are spread, a hand resting on his thigh as you shake under his touch. He looks away for a moment, as if he’s mulling over something. Tsking softly to himself, he reaches a hand out and hooks it into your vest before tugging you down, “patience is wearing thin, sweetheart. I want it back, now.”

Your breath fans hot against his mask, eyes widening in shock as his grip tightens on you. His eyes are swimming with a haunting rage. The careful distance you’ve kept from his is crumbling, heart skipping a beat to catch up with the lieutenant. He pulls you closer, and you’re tripping under yourself as the mask stares back at you in challenge.

“I’m sorry, sir-” you whisper under your breath, the tip of your shoes hitting his boots as your shoulders sag. “I’m keeping it,” you say honestly, letting the shame wash over you. There’s nowhere to hide, all the time spent trying to get him to see you when you should’ve been running.

“Wrong answer.”

His hand drags you down and over him, knees pressing into your stomach as the breath is stolen from you. His hand finds its place along the back of your head, keeping you down as his fingers run along your back. Head spinning with all the ways in which you’ve been waiting for this, you squirm on his lap and brace your hands under you and on his thigh.

The lieutenants face drops down to you, mask brushing against your cheek. Your mind is blank now, the feel of his hot breath against your skin causing you to freeze. His dog tags dangle over your back, brushing against your shirt. “You should really mind your manners,” he admits, plucking the knife from your back pocket. “You know better than this.”

Your ass hangs up and over his knee, his hand resting along your upper thigh to keep you in place. The blade clicks open, and he lets loose a chuckle as he appreciates it. He flips it between his fingers out of sight, pulling back your hair as it takes place against your throat. Your eyes squeeze shut at the touch, the cool metal pressed against your skin and causing you to shiver.

There’s a moment where it’s just the two of you in silence. You count your breaths, biting your cheek and waiting patiently for the lieutenant to make his next move. Apologies are at the tip of your tongue, but fall short as his blade runs along your skin.

A sickening smack lands against your ass, body jumping from the unexpected touch. Desire runs up and along your spine, head cloudy with longing for a ghost in your haunted home. You can feel his hand rub softly into your skin, breath coming loose as he pulls away. “Lieutenant - please, I’m so sorry-”

Another smack, this time harder as it leaves a sting. “Simon - don’t you remember, love? That’s the name I’m gonna carve into your fucking skin,” he spits, digging the tip of his knife into your throat as you nod to him. Heat is pooling between your thighs that rub together in anticipation, lip caught between your teeth as you peel open your eyes and glance over your shoulder to him.

You regret ever having bothered.

He stares at you with a hateful lust, a smirk playing on his lips that are just out of your sight. Simon dips his fingers between your thighs and rubs soft circles, savoring the way you melt under his touch. You wiggle your hips, shifting on his knees and spreading your legs open just an inch. He notices, sending another smack to your ass. “Filthy,” he laughs, two fingers dragging along the wet desire that continues to grow within you. “You’re not even sorry - are you?”

You shake your head, nails digging into his thigh as his fingertips dig into your clit. “I am - I didn’t mean to steal it - I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Simon,”

His name is unexpected as it falls from you, but you say it like it belongs to you. The bulge in his pants is growing, dick twitching at the way you squirm on his lap. All those months spent dreaming of you on your knees is starting to catch up with him, and he just can’t run away. He grits his teeth, the sound of his name on your lips sending him straight to hell. Good thing he’s friends with the devil.

Simon’s hands leave you suddenly, the knife clicking closed and set onto the table. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back until your neck is craned and your eyes begin to water at the pain. “If you really are sorry - then get on your knees and ask for forgiveness.”

He abruptly pushes you off his lap, and you tumble to the ground with your head smacking against the floor. You pull air into your lungs desperately, body recoiling from the shock of being thrown off of him. Hands pushing from under you to brace yourself, you look to him with innocent wide eyes and full lips that wobble in fear. He leans back in the chair, arms braced on the sides as he looks at your expectantly.

Shamefully, you crawl between his legs and sit on your knees. The knife sits alone on the table, watching you mockingly as you blink up to Simon. There’s a wide grin spread across his face, though you’re not able to see it. The mask keeps you from him, a careful distance that he isn’t willing to give up yet.

“I’m really sorry,” you mumble softly, blushing crimson as his hands fall to his belt. “I’m sorry.” He unbuckles the belt, dragging down the zipper as his eyes remain on your pretty little face with eyes glossy from tears. He’s nodding to you, pushing down the waist of his pants until you’re staring at the swollen tip of his dick that’s wet from pre cum.

“I know you are - but I want to see you beg.”

His hand comes to lazily stroke himself, hissing as he squeezes the tip of himself. Your hands gently rest against his knees, chest coiling tight with a familiar ache. You sit there patient, waiting for his approval as Simon jerks himself off. The heat between your legs is burning, heart struggling to keep a steady pace.

Then he gives a small nod, hands drifting to the side as your mouth waters. You lean forward, little lips parting wide. Simon sighs softly as your lips wrap around him, cheeks hollowing and eyes fluttering closed.

Your head bobs in his lap, hand coming to stroke what you can’t take. His hand tangles itself in your hair, guiding your movements slowly. Your tongue dances along his tip, his hips bucking at the touch and fingers tightening their grip. Simon lets his head fall back, waves of pleasure rocking through him at the way you hum against his dick. “Shit, you’re such a nasty slut,” he laughs out.

Lips dragging along his shaft, you take him inch by devastating inch without hesitation. Your nails are digging into his knees, clawing at him to take control as he begins to unravel. His shoulders drop, groans pulled from him when drool dribbles out from your lip and onto him.

Simon watches as you force him to the base of your throat, soft gargling sounds emitting from you. You can’t take all of him, but your hand massages the rest of his shaft, the touch soft and delicate. His head is cloudy with desire, forcing your head further down until you start to choke, tears blurring your vision. He’s abandoning all self control, letting it slip from his fingertips like a thread of gold. Doesn’t matter when you’re on your knees for him, sucking his dick like its the only thing you’ve dreamed of.

“There’s my good girl,” he says, hips bucking into your mouth. You’re humming, bobbing your head yes as you continue to let him fuck your mouth. He feels sick with pleasure, hand pushing you further along his dick until he’s seeing stars.

You’re eagerly on your knees, chest tightening with every moan that fires from Simons lips and aims straight to you. It’s got you feeling confident, sitting up on your knees and licking your tongue along the bottom of him. “Fuck - that’s it, sweetheart,” he grounds out, and you’re pressing your thighs together to stop yourself from dripping. You look up at him, dick caught in your throat and eyes sparkling with obedience.

Your teeth drag along his shaft, causing him to slam your head down. You choke, struggling to pull back and catch your breath. “Bloody hell,” he muses, the pad of his thumb rubbing into your cheek softly. You pull away, lips smacking as you try to control your uneven breaths. Simon watches as you rub the drool and spit from your lips, eyes turning a shade darker when you give him an innocent smile.

“Come here.”

When you stand, his fingers push themselves between your thighs. His hand comes to undo your pants, your lip caught between your teeth as you wait patiently for him. He’s pushed down the hem of your pants, hands coming to grip your waist. You stand there silently, holding your breath when he glances up to you. “Well? Show me how sorry you are,”

It takes you a moment to peel away your clothes, strewn on another chair where his things lie. Your cheeks are bright red with embarrassment as your arms snake around his neck, hesitantly coming to sit in his lap. He leans over to grab the knife, flicking it open again and pressing it against your chest. “Simon,” you breath softly, fingertips brushing along the base of his neck.

“Can you forgive me?”

He shakes his head at you, muttering filthy curses as his fingers dig into your waist. You’ve been waiting for this, soaked through and blind with guilt, you let the tip of him brush against your folds. Simon drags the knife to your throat, watching you with his breath held as you sink slowly onto his dick.

It’s a feeling you’ve only ever dreamed of. He pushes into you completely, heart beginning to falter and freeze at the pure pleasure that spreads between you. Your stomach is tightening, hips grinding into him softly. “Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, the hold on his knife tightening until his knuckles are white. “I’m considering it.”

It wouldn’t be so bad - to spend the rest of your life chasing after this high.

Hesitation has been tossed aside, breaths becoming in sync as he watches with baited breath as you grind into his lap and mewl out moans.

You pull yourself up with shaking thighs, falling back into him and letting a moan slip past your lips. You bounce on his dick, hips rolling and grinding with his knife pressed against your throat. Disgraceful slick wet sounds are ringing in your ears like a sickening melody. His hands are pressing and pulling you down, his hips bucking up with your movements.

Simon garbs a handful of your ass, keeping you in balance as you ride him ruthlessly. The knot of pleasure is tying itself tight, and you’re whining in his ear from the ecstasy “That’s it - look at you, such a good girl riding my dick.”

“Mm-mm,” you moan, head falling into the crook of his neck as he drags the knife to your chest, letting the tip press against your skin. “Please - please, I’m so sorry, Simon,” you gasp out, tightening your arms around his neck as he slams his hips into you.

His touch is rough and ruthless, impatient with pleasure as he smacks your ass that’s now red with his handprint. His. The thought sends him spiraling, groaning loudly. Simon lets you roll into him, bouncing in his lap with his breath fanning hot against your neck. “Careful,” he laughs against you, fingers traveling to your clit to rub harsh circles. “I just might think you like this.”

And you do. In fact, you’re overwhelmed by the sensational desire that’s boiling within you. Your moans are becoming desperate, nails scarping along his shoulder blades as he continues to fuck you. Your eyes are squeezed shut, practically hanging off of him as he rubs the wet pleasure between your thighs.

It’s just the two of you. His hand is greedily snapping your hips back to him, and you meet the touch eagerly. There’s a fire that’s building within you - and neither of you can smother it out. Your chest is tightening, lips mumbling out pathetic moans as Simon laughs, the sound dark and tantalizing. “You do - don’t you?” He asks, and you’re nodding into his neck with pleas rippling off of you. “I know you do, I bet your pretty little pussy is gonna cum on my dick-” he states, suddenly grabbing your throat and forcing you to look at him.

You hold his stare, mewling out and begging for him as he rubs quickly. You’re losing your sanity, hips eagerly grinding into his lap until a simmering heat takes a hold of you, crying out in pleasure. “Right about now.” He finishes, watching as you smile innocently at him.

He still fucks you though, riding out your orgasm as he chases after his own.

It only takes him another moment until he’s following you, sloppy and lazy thrusts into your hips. Simon is grounding out your name, gritting his teeth and savoring the way your slick cunt tightens around him. His head falls back against the chair, breath hot and uneven as he snaps and slams his hips into you one last time.

Then you’re sitting pretty and patient in his lap, letting him grow soft in you with your lip caught in between your teeth. Your eyes are glossed over with happiness, stomach flipping as he closes the blade and leaves a hand resting against your waist. Seconds slip by in silence, buy neither of you seem to mind. His breath is slowly untangling itself from yours, gaze dark and haunting.

When you peel yourself away from him, shaking hands pulling up your pants and blushing scarlet, he tugs you closer to him. You button your pants, still wet from the way Simon pulled all those dirty little secrets from you like they were his to begin with. He lets his hands slide to your ass, giving it a final squeeze.

“Such a good girl,” he says softly, a smile playing at his lips as you blush deeper. He stands, cupping your face in his hands and looking at you with the same adoration that you’ve given him for months. “I think you’ve learned your lesson - yeah, sweetheart?”

You nod up to him eagerly, the strings of your heart snapping and breaking as he pulls himself from you. “Uh-huh,” you breathe, and you mean it. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, letting his finger commit the feel of your skin to memory.

“Be good for me - get some rest, love.”

He left the knife in your back pocket, and it sits there now - waiting for him to come back.

cw. suggestive/borderline nsfw, gn!reader, dry humping, grinding, praise, marking *not proofread, just pure horny

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down time with johnny is always fun. so when you find yourself flustered and hot while listening to the soft groans that flow past his lips, your head spins a bit. the muscles in his arms shifting and veins plusing under warm skin. once you come back out of your head, he's moved onto push-ups.

"you okay, sweets? staring pretty hard, huh? like the view?"

your cheeks are burning and you feel your eyes drift to look over his arms and back. there's a noticeably playful glint in his eyes, a sign that he's planning something.

"get on my back."

your breathing stops for a second, trying to process his words properly.

"don't think babes, just go with the flow."

you can tell that he won't let up until you go along with him, so you get up and make your way over. getting himself into position, you carefully seat yourself on his back. he takes a deep breath before continuing with your added weight.

your gawking at how easily he lifts himself with you on his back. you place your hand on his lower back to keep you steady, practically drooling at how at ease he seemed. there's a smirk tugging at his lips when he sees how you're staring at him through the mirror.

he carefully lowers himself, taking a deep breath before sitting up once your got off his back. "I've got a better idea."

those words strike you with a heat only johnny could bring up. he walks backwards, towards a workout bench. he sits down infront of it, beckoning you over with two fingers. you sigh, letting him lead you. "come on." he says while patting his lap.

your mouth falls agape, trying to figure out if he truly means what he's saying. he simply pats his lap again and holds a hand out to you. your teeth dig into your lip, taking cautious steps towards him. you stand with a leg on either side of his hips, wondering how in the actual fuck is this going to work.

he pushes up, shuffling around to gain stability. "don't be shy, sweets." you carefully plant yourself on his hips, a silent gasp leaving your lips when you press heavily onto him. you don't know how long he's been hard but the way he presses into you has butterflies swarming your stomach.

"rest your feet on my thighs." you merely blink at him, eyes basically glimmering with lust. wordlessly following his words, your feet are propped up on his thighs. "look at you, being so good for me."

he pushes up to adjust you on his hips, grinding you on his throbbing cock. he watches as your mouth falls open with each bounce on him. your body heats up as you slowly move your hips along his, following his movements.

his hands are on your hips, pressing you down while he pushes against you. your arms are weak as they rest in his chest, letting johnny move you along his length. his grip on your waist is bruising, your back arching as he circled your hips over his.

each grind and bounce along his cock, has your body shuddering. your hands grab at his shirt, trying to pull yourself together. but your moans only spur him on, his lips sucking blooming red marks into your neck. "fuck, you're so fucking pretty."

your words are stuck in your throat, your core throbbing behind the fabric of your underwear. johnny's hands are hot on your skin, his hands reaching under your shirt. your hands seem to have a mind of their own, reaching down to pull his waistband. it snaps back against his skin, his hips stuttering.

"christ, the things you do to me." his voice is shaky, turning the quick and frantic thrusts to a deep, languid ones. the veins in his arms are shifting and pulsing under his skin, your eyes rolling back as he nips at your skin again. your nails are digging into his arms, bringing his head up to kiss him.

you both moan into each other's mouths, desperately grabbing at one another. "fuck, just take me upstairs." your tone is laced with frustration, the need to feel him skin to skin becoming more apparent as you drag your hips over his. "yea? want me to fuck you nice and deep?" wrapping your legs around his waist, he stands up, making his way upstairs.

you tighten your arms around his neck, your tongue swirling as he pins you to the wall by the stairs. once you finally detach your lips from him, you notice his lips are swollen and red. you probably look like a mess but when he presses himself into you, your body melts into him.

"use me all you want, sergeant mactavish."

𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 | 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗

summary: Namor can't help himself when he fantasizes about you and the night you spent together. The God is clouded by desire and needs, as you're the only one who's ignited a fire within him. If he can't have you, he'll create a world where it's possible, even if it's in his mind.

word count: 0.6k (a tease I know)

warnings: smut, masturbation, hand jobs, forbidden lust, risky behaviour, needy!Namor, mentions past p in v. namor pov.

18+ | minors do not interact

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I have lived decades upon decades and have never found a woman who kept me on my toes like her. I’ve grown lonely and impatient. Death has been a never-ending theme in these forsaken waters, outliving everyone I’ve ever loved. She showed me that there is more beyond the surface. I was plagued by the memories of last night and the sound of my name rolling off of her tongue. I found myself throbbing, needing to feel her lips pressed against my skin. I took my length in my hands, stroking myself in slow motions, imagining how it would feel to have her lips wrapped around it. I felt my erection grow hard and heavy at the thought.

With a frustrated sigh, I sat on my bed with my legs parted slightly, biting back a rising moan as the roughness of my palm drove me to sweet insanity. I couldn’t resist the visions of her sucking and gagging, kneeling before me. I was thrusting against my own touch with the same desperation from the night before. The rush of heat runs through me at the thought of taking her to my bed and making love to her endlessly. Fantasizing about the noises and faces that she might make sent me over the edge. I stiffened my grip around my dick, allowing myself to embrace the friction as I raised my hips to grind against my hand. I settled into a regular rhythm, imagining her tight walls instead of my palms.

“Oh fuck” I emitted a low moan as I wiped off the thin coat of wetness from the tip. I felt as if my body was on fire, and the calm waters didn’t subside my body’s desires.

Namor began breathing heavily, curling his toes as flashes of her face clouded his mind. His pace went faster, moving his hand up and down while slightly squeezing his shaft. Namor thought of her dark skin that glistened against the moonlight and stars. Her lips parted slightly as she pushed her hips against his. He imagined her soft pussy getting wet just for him. She’s as hot and slick around his dick as his fingers. Now, his head is genuinely spinning and shifting between reality and fantasy. He had no choice but to pause to catch his breath before beginning again.

The feathered God released a strangled gasp as he felt his abdomen tense and coil, begging for release. Trapping his erection in his hand, he continued grinding against himself in circular directions. Envisioning himself rubbing against her entrance. Arching his back and spreading his legs further, pleading for more until he could no longer hold it in. Finally, his hand was engulfed with wet heat, and he thrust his dick until he felt raw against his grasp.

A sense of clarity came over him after he reached orgasm. The illusions he created in his mind slowly slipped away, and the realization of what he had just done was all that was left. He would do it again and again without shame. Namor knew it would be a while until he could have her under him again. But that didn’t mean a God couldn’t dream.

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Scorched Earth

Summary: His enemies call him Namor, but what are you to him?

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Smutty Drabble. Unedited af.

A/N: This man is fine. I had to write something. The ending is corny. That's about it.

My enemies call me, “Namor.”

You wonder if that's what you are to him as his face is between the vines of your legs. He's nestled there tightly, tongue delving deep inside you, searching for hidden coves that make you choke and twist. Even with your head thrown back, the explosion of stars in the night sky appearing filmy behind your tear-slicked eyes, you wonder. Are you his enemy?

To all others, you are. A line has been drawn where the ocean meets the sand. If your people knew of this they'd exile you. Call you a traitor. But you weren't the one to take a twig and etch that line in the sand, why is it your responsibility to abide by rules you played no part in crafting?

“Namor,” you heave, each syllable a hard pant into the cicada chirping air. Rigid fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, pressing, burning until you feel them at your bones. And he moans, tasting you, vibrations hitting your clit and making you shiver. He likes when you call him that, you figure.

You test the limits, moan it again. Hungry. Pleading. No regard for appearances. If pride bound you, you would've deprived yourself of this feeling. Of him pulling you under, whisking you away from the surface world all by the command of his tongue.

He slinks up your body, graceful muscles flexing beneath the swollen moon. It's the only bit of light in his dark eyes. Your hands find themselves in his hair, still wet from the waters of his home. He palms your tits on his way up, squeezing roughly, and your teeth knock together as you try to contain your noises.

A language you don't understand, he hisses into your ear. Sounds good. Feels good as you collect the salt off the brined skin of his shoulder. You bite, pulling at the skin with a throaty chortle.

“Play fair. Not fun if I don't know what you're saying.”

“What I said,” he kisses you and beneath the taste of yourself is something you've never known. Something without a name. “Wasn't for you to know.”

“Keeping secrets,” you say – can feel yourself fluttering as he teases entering you. “How unbelievably cliché of you.”

He concocts a pretty smile and you feel triumphant for that. It's not a sight you have the honor of seeing a lot.

The curl your fingers have around his hair harshen into a grip when he sinks inside you. Slowly, he's had centuries to live, he's in no rush for anything anymore and takes his time. You open yourself up, stomach twitching from your heavy breathing, and take it all like you're supposed to.

As he pushes deeply, skin against skin with no more to give, and breathes something in that unknown language. Sounds like he's cursing to himself, seething and stretched to his limits.

“Speak up.”

When his thrusting starts, it's at a forceful pace. Harsh snaps that make your teeth chatter with every push inside you. Soaked. Entirely. Crude noises of skin slapping hit the night air as your heels dig into the dirt clad ground.

When he finally speaks to you with a tongue you comprehend, you're too gone to understand the meaning.

“The world will burn against our skins,” he hisses, eyes shut. Brow furrowed. “And it will be glorious.”

Sleeping beauty

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem Reader! (Marc and Jake are there too!)

Warning: pussy eating 🥲 small smut nothing to explicit

Summary: Steven sees you laying in bed looking so peaceful..until two certain alters tell him to wake you up in the most euphoric way.

"Look at her fellas....she looks just like an angel sleeping so peacefully" steven came home from work a little earlier than his usual time today. He called out to you when walking in but when no response was heard he walked right to the bedroom to find you sleeping in one of his t-shirts and panties Steven sat on the side of the bed watching your chest go up and down slowly he smiled at the little snores and kissed your forehead lightly.

"Yea she loves her midday naps doesn't she?" marc smiled from the mirror near the corner of the room.

Jake was also looking from the mirror but with a small smirk on his face. "Eat her pussy steven"

Steven looked in horror at his alter, even marc was taken back from the unexpected (slightly expected) suggestion.

"N-no i cant do that mate! shes sleeping" He whispered harshly "You mad?" Jake only shrugged "look at her she looks good enough to eat. so eat hombre" he looked back at your still sleeping form. Was it a terrible idea? maybe. As you turn on your back to get into a comfortable position the shirt you wore rose up a little exposing your panties. Steven's heart started to race, a blush crept up his neck to his now blushing cheeks.

"Just pull them to the side steven i bet she would love to be woken up by our tongue" jake grinned

"Marc w-what you think?" he looked to marc for some sort of help maybe tell jake this is a bad idea

"Honestly....i say go for it" marc licked his lips.

Steven couldn't believe he was about to do this but truth be told the thought of eating your pussy while you slept made him hard as hell. He slowly crawled onto the bed making sure not to wake you. His hands shook slightly as he pulled your panties off your legs and quietly set them down on the bed. "Mmm..." you groaned in your sleep. Steven halted his movements when he saw you move around

"its ok she's still asleep buddy, just slowly spread her legs ok?" marc nodded his head toward him. Jake simply watched.

"right" steven licked his lips as he spread your legs apart revealing that slice of heaven to him. He laid on his stomach, wrapped his hands around your thighs...

"Oh Dios Mio hermano do or ill do it!" aggravation dripped from jake's voice as he waited.

"shhh!! he's got it jake shut up!" marc countered

Steven licked a slow stride between your pussy lips, then another and another. "Fuck" he sighed. You wiggled a little but didn't wake up; this gave him the go ahead to suck lightly on your clit, rolling it around with his tongue. "mmm..hmmm..."you gasped and were now moving more in bed. Steven used two fingers to spread your lips more and drove his tongue deeper inside, he moaned between your legs, the vibrations causing you to open your eyes slightly and looked down at him.

"ooh..baby ooh steven.." you moaned sliding your fingers in his hair to grip, hips moving against his mouth to hump his face. Steven sunk two fingers deep inside the sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room along with heavy pants and squeals.

"oh fuck I'm gonnna cum!" you moaned "Cum for me dove give me that sweet pussy come on baby" his accent slurred slightly as he rubbed that spot that drove you mad. "s-steven!!" you screamed out then laid back against the pillows panting.

"you alright love?" only steven grant could check to see if your ok after making you squirt. "yea I'm fine baby just didn't expect to be woken up like that! full of surprises aren't you steven?" you smiled as he blushed and sat next to you. "well just wanna keep you on your toes" he chuckled.

You looked to see the clear bulge against his pants then back up at him with a smirk. You gripped him by the shirt to kiss him deeply before flipping him on his back with you now on top.

"well..let me return the favor...mr knight" you winked.

König NSFW Blurb

18+ Minors DNI!! Contains sexual content

CW: fingering, overstim, oral, gender neutral terms, non descriptive lower regions, begging, König is pleasure drunk (just how I like him)

Desperate moans, delirious deep grunts and hums and the tussling of sheets could be heard outside the door, the room that you and König shared. Inside the room, you laid on your back with a pillow between you and the wrinkled bedsheets to lift your lower half just enough to be devoured. In between your spread legs was the mountain of a man himself, wearing a plain black balaclava instead of his usual loose mask. The balaclava was lifted over his nose, giving his mouth free roam over your sensitive lower half.

Your hand gripped the back of his mask, shaky breathes and quiet moans leaving your swollen from kisses lips. Fresh hickeys and bite marks decorating both you and your boyfriend, showing the love making not so far in the past. König’s hands wrapped over your thighs to keep them open, placing the occasional loving kiss and soft love bite. With the noises your boyfriend was making, you’d think he was the one being pleasured tonight; but to König, your pleasure is his, even egging him on as to gently rock his own hips from how pleasure drunk he as getting.

An orgasm soon ripped through your body, your legs trying to close but failed as your boyfriend continued to hold them open, licking and cleaning your juices up like a starved man. He gave you a moment, then took one of his hands, gently rubbing your extra sensitive spot in circled with his middle and pointer finger. The giant man looked up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes, drool and juices dripping down the lower half of his face, completely breathless he says, “Please, please maus…one more time for me? Please just one? So köstlich(so delicious) I..I can’t get enough.” He then inserted the two fingers inside your hole, licking you up once more while he spoke, making your moans higher pitched and breathes more broken. “I need one more mein engel(my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?”

Paper Flowers (König X Medic!Reader)

Summary ~ You stitch up König’s hand.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own any modern warfare characters.

Word Count ~ 1.6k

Warnings ~ Blood, inaccurate medical stuff

Modern Warfare Masterlist

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A/n ~ first time writing for König! Lemme know what you think! (I put German translations at the bottom for y'all as well)

••••••

It was nearly midnight as you sat at your desk in the infirmary working on filling out different reports from your day, the large stack of paperwork slowly but surely dwindling after hours of tedious work on them. Normally you would have more people to help you with the reports but it had been a very long, very busy day on the base which meant all of your medics were exhausted and deserved to get some rest. You were more than capable of handling some paperwork and your medics were just a radio call away if anything came up.

You were the head doctor on base which meant you were in charge of almost everything that went in or out of the infirmary, patients and staff included.

The coffee cup on your desk had long since run empty and your back was aching from being hunched over as you filled out the papers.

You groaned as you sat back in your chair and stared ahead at the empty infirmary around you, it wasn't often that this room would be so empty, you had relished in the silence as you worked. You weren't scheduled to have anyone else come back in for at least the next hour which meant you still had the place to yourself for the time being.

The silence of the surrounding area was broken when the door to the infirmary was pushed open, your eyes lifting from the papers in front of you to meet the eyes of a very tall, masked man whose whole body stiffened under your gaze.

You smiled kindly at him, “Can I help you?” You stood from your chair and stepped around the desk to walk over to him.

The man's eyes flickered around the room for a moment before settling on you, “I uh, I cut my hand, need someone to look at it.” He spoke in a heavily accented voice as he held up the hand in question, a dark cloth was wrapped around it and you could see a crimson color staining his skin along the bottom of the cloth.

As you approached him you plucked a pair of gloves out of the box on the wall and reached a hand out for his, he pulled back and you frowned.

“You wanna go sit in that room? I'm going to grab a few things and then I'll be in to check on that hand.” You looked up at his cloth-covered face, his eyes bounced everywhere except for yours.

He looked in the direction of the room you were pointing to and nodded, “Okay.”

You watched as he walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the small bed, his shoulders slumping and hands sitting in his lap with his injured one resting on top of the other. Somehow in there, that large soldier of a man looked so small.

You set to work on gathering the supplies your might need, a suture kit, gauze, fresh gloves, and a few things to clean and disinfect the cut.

As you carried your small tray of supplies into the room where the man was sitting you noticed how his uninjured hand was anxiously rubbing up and down along his leg, the palm of his hand creating friction along the tan fabric of his pants.

You sat down on the wheeled stool in the corner and slid over to sit in front of him, “What’s your name?” You asked him as you placed your tray onto the bed beside him, his eyes following your movements.

“Everyone just calls me König.” He looked past you at the curtain wall you had pulled shut over the door to the room.

“It's nice to meet you König, my name is Y/n.” You hummed as you switched out your gloves for a fresh pair, “König, my German still isn't perfect but that means king, yes?” You raised an eyebrow and looked up at him.

His eyes met yours for a split second before they found something else to focus on, “Yes.”

You smiled and reached out for his hand, “May I see your hand König?”

He continued running his palm along the top of his leg as he moved his hand over to you, the bloody cloth gripped tight in his injured hand.

You carefully pulled the cloth off to reveal the cut along his palm, the cut itself was as long as your index finger and ran from just under the base of his thumb down onto his wrist. It was hard to tell how deep the gash was because of all of the blood but you knew it would need stitches.

Lifting his hand so you could get a better few of the cut you noticed how his hands were shaking, “How did you do this?” You reached behind you to pull over a small wheeled table that he could rest his arm on.

“Fixing an engine, my hand got stuck.” He explained briefly.

You set his hand down on top of the table and pressed a clean cloth to it, “Well, you certainly did a good job on your hand König, it's gonna need stitches.” You looked over at him out of the corner of your eye before turning your attention back to his bloody hand, “So what were you doing fixing an engine in the middle of the night?” You'd be lying if you said you weren't curious.

“I couldn't sleep, it needed to be done.” His breathing hitched slightly at the end as you pressed the cloth to his hand, a quiet curse leaving his lips, “I was trying to help.”

You released the pressure on his hand and lifted the cloth, the bleeding had slowed enough that you could start closing it up, “Now it's my turn to help and get your hand patched up, let me just grab some pain meds for you and I’ll get started on it.

“No.” He stopped you from standing and staring at you, “No pain meds.”

You furrowed your brow and sat back down, “You sure?”

He nodded, “They make my head feel weird, I don't like taking them.” He explained.

“Okay.” You reached to your suture kit that was resting on the bed, “This is probably gonna sting, I'm sorry.”

He didn't say anything as you began working, threading the curved needle and holding it in a pair of forceps.

“What do you like to do in your free time?” You asked him, you could see he was anxious and you wanted to try and keep his mind occupied while you worked.

You waited for him to answer before starting your first stitch, “I uh-I like to draw.”

You smiled and pushed the needle in one side of the cut and through the other, “Artist hands huh? I got my work cut out for me then.” You tied off the first stitch, “What do you like to draw?” You started on the second stitch.

“Just anything I see when I'm out on missions, I like drawing plants.” He spoke with a little more confidence in his voice, but his hands still shook.

“I've never been very good at drawing, best I can do is a kinda decent looking flower.” You made quick work of the next few stitches, “How’re you doing?” You glanced over at him to see him staring at you.

He quickly looked away and dropped his eyes to his lap, “I'm fine.”

“I'd love to see some of your drawings sometime.” You started on the last stitch.

“Really?”

You nodded and tied off the last stitch, “Yeah! Bring some in whenever you come to get these stitches out.” You dropped your tools onto the table and smiled at him.

His eyes met yours for a moment before he nodded, “I'll do that.”

“I just need to get this wrapped and you'll be good to go König.” You reached to the tray on the table and grabbed the sealed roll of gauze, “Keep this dry for the next couple of days, I can give you some pain meds if you want them but you don't need to take them,” You began explaining to him as you wrapped the gauze around his palm, “Come back in three days and I’ll take a look at it.”

He nodded slowly, “Danke, Y/n.”

“Gerne geschehen.” You hopped off of the stool and began gathering your things, “You're free to go König.”

He stood to his full height and looked down at his bandaged hand mumbling something quietly in German that you couldn't quite make out. He looked at you like he was going to say something before turning and quickly walking out of the infirmary.

You smiled and shook your head while getting to work on cleaning and sanitizing the room.

•••

The next morning when you came back into the infirmary after a much-needed few hours of sleep, one of your medics came up to you and handed you a folded piece of paper that had your name scribbled on it in small writing.

“This was on the front desk when I got here.” She smirked at you with a knowing glance that made you curious.

You shoved your phone into your pocket and walked over to your desk in the corner, unfolding the paper as you walked. A small smile formed on your face as you stared down at the near-perfect pencil drawing of a rose.

<German translations>

Danke > Thank you

Gerne geschehen > You’re welcome/my pleasure

NSFW Alphabet - Alejandro Vargas

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

When Alejandro and you finish making love, his first response is to just hold you and smother you with warm kisses and kind words. He finds the period after sex to be really intimate and wants to fully grasp that time with you before you both need to get up and clean yourselves.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Alejandro finds pride in this hands, they're what get the job done (his work and your pleasure) and he likes to keep them clean and well manicured. For you, he has a deep appreciation for your thighs. When he's eating you out, he takes the time to suck on the skin in between your legs and leave marks on it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When Alejandro cums, he cums a lot. It was a little intimidating the first time around making him cum but after that? Your goal during sex is to take him to his release and let him watch you taste his load.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a polaroid nude of you, you were both drunk and horny one time and so happened to have the camera on hand, you do have a matching polaroid of him nude as well. He's jacked off to it on missions.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Alejandro doesn't hide the fact he's had past partners, it lets him know that you know he's experienced and knows what to do to pleasure you. He can really drive a woman wild with how he is in bed.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He's a back shots type of guy, he loves the feeling of how you grab back at his arms and break under his hold with the inability to do much, he feels he can get deeper into you this way too. But truly, it feeds into a more dominant side of him he likes to shy away with when he’s with you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It's a 50/50 for Alejandro, some days he goes straight into devouring you and has no time to do anything but get the both of you to your release. Other times, he wants to just lay there with you and do whatever, laugh and giggle from the silly moments to pure love making.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a well groomed guy! He takes the time to keep himself clean and presentable to you. He also just can’t stand the feeling of feeling dirty more than he already needs to be while on the job.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's very adoring and loving to you, his full attention and eyes on you, ready to serve you for whatever you may want. He's a bit cheesy and has even lit candles and poured rose petals around your shared bed to try and get it all fancy for you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As the leader of Los Vaqueros, he's always attending to business and talks making his alone time rare or spent with you, meaning, he has almost no time to masturbate. He doesn't mind though, he knows you're always ready for him. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Alejandro loves blindfolding you. Watching your body squirm from the unexpectedness of his actions and how you sit there so defensively gives him a certain high he didn't know could be risen from him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Your private quarters is where he mostly prefers to have sex, but he isn't afraid to have it in his office as well. The adrenaline it gives the two of you while you're gripping onto his shoulders and he holds you to fuck you is like no other.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Just looking at you is enough for him to want to jump on you, but the little sounds you make can drive his mind to wander and go crazy. He instantly thinks of him being able to make those sounds come out of you on his own record.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He could never share you with someone else. No threesomes or cucking, he can't take the idea of someone else pleasuring you when he’s fully capable.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

His preference is laid in receiving, only because he gets to watch you so much more clearly. The way your lips suck on his tip and your tongue drags on his length, he just becomes so weak and smitten with you.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Alejandro varies, his versatility is amazing ♡ Some nights its his soft thrusts that let you feel him completely and find yourself smiling and moaning ag while other times it’s gripping the bed sheets and screaming his name as he relentlessly pounds into you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not a fan of quickies, even if there’s only time for that he’ll just spend it doing something else intimate like passionately kissing you. Quickies just don’t seem fair to him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Typically, it’s Alejandro who comes to you about wanting to try something new. He’s finds it exciting and to be pleasurable being able to share a first anything with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He puts a lot of passion into a round with you, so unfortunately he does end up getting tired after a couple of rounds! Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like the idea of being overstimulated by you though…

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He finds them impractical, just like he doesn’t like sharing you with other people he doesn’t like sharing you with toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not a teaser himself, but he likes being teased. If you send him a suggestive text or photo it’ll drive him wild.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Alejandro likes doin word vomit during sex. He’ll repeat his words like, “ give it to me, give it to me. “ or “ that’s it baby, cmon baby, yes baby. “ sometimes it feels like he’s louder than you!

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s bought you lingerie once, a nice red set that made you look so delicate and sexy. When you stepped out from the bathroom with it on, he knew in that moment he was never gonna be so attracted to someone like this.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His length is a little more than average and he’s the perfect thickness. Sometimes you catch a glimpse of the print of it through his pants and wonder how you let that thing pound itself into you nightly.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Alejandro’s extremely attracted to you in every way, if he could have it his way he’d fuck you all day, any where.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep a little after you do, simply because he loves watching you snuggle up to him and drift off in his arms. He loves how safe he can make you feel.

Sweetness

Alejandro Vargas x fem/reader(18+)

COD/MW2

[Slight breeding kink,]

Your back is straight, your legs are crossed, your smile so sweet under your circumstances it looks sick. Encased in a metal confine, surrounded by men who can kill you in a few seconds, you’d have to play in their game. So you continue your streams of enigmatic answers to their interrogation.

“Valeria’s right.”

Your objective in this whole missile mishap, mission, or whatever the hell people would call it is simple. Everyone just seems to think other wise. Money talks and you keep the conversation going. It just so happens that your morals revolves around dollar bills, in pesos, pounds, or any forms so long as you can cash it in the bank.

“ That’s it. Hmph! You’re working for her? Over her? With her? Cual es?”

Alejandro who’s growing tired of your answers, breaks in a huff of frustration. He grew sick of Valeria’s taunt and now he has to deal with a new face that’s somehow less mouthy but much more vexing. Although his growing curiosity about who this vixen is maybe the real cause of his pent up anger.

“Guapo, if you want me to keep talking you’d have to pay me.”

You literally have to bite back a laugh at how the brunette you heard the men call, Alejandro turn slightly pink at the nickname. He honestly could not begin to comprehend why the way you called him handsome made him so flustered.

Flirting to safety wasn’t the first plan but if that’s what it takes, you know now how to begin. You couldn’t fully speak Spanish but even if you don’t speak at all you’d still have his eyes on you.

“How about this. Since this is most important to you…I’ll tell you first.”

That sickly smile now completely focus on Alejandro as the rest of the men seem to uncomfortably shift in their stance while waiting for you to continue.

“I’ll even discount my answers, if everybody else scrams.”

A chuckle slips through your lips as they somehow actually begin to consider your terms with quick glances at each other. Then letting out a huff, Graves orders everyone out of the metal container leaving only you and Alejandro.

Oh how easy it is for you to bust out of here.

They actually left. Although they may be outside, they left you alone with no restrains, unarmed but gifting a delicious man fully equipped.

You don’t know how to put your finger on it but every since meeting him on the roof of the cartel lieutenant’s mansion, Alejandro made you want to tease him. Getting captured with Valeria wasn’t part of the plan but staying that long in the Mediterranean home wasn’t either. Who could predict in the midst of your side hustle a whole ass swat team would ransack the place.

They’ve probably also figured out that you don’t have much loyalty towards Valeria and work for someone else completely, seeing how much authority you had in a house full of cartels. Even the mafia don’t treat their guests like royalty but they most definitely wanted your blessing. Now it was their job to decipher why and why not also ask about the missiles since you seem to know plenty.

And that’s what led you here, under interrogation in a metal container. Although with your skills you could walk away free, you’d be a little disappointed having to end your fun here.

“Well-”

“Ah! My price first.”

Pressing your index finger on Alejandro’s lips seemed to startled him just a tad. But that might be him not realizing how close you were to him.

“I’d have to see about transferring you pesos-,”once again the man is hushed by your finger. He’d be so entertaining to break, you’d just have to get closer. With his rifle out of the way…

“Aww, sweetling. I never said you’d have to pay me money,” taking a chance you stepped closer. Your front now pressed against the gun, you look up to study his face. His eyes are heavy, pupils blown, kissable lips slightly parted as he took a sharp intake of air. Oh and the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he gulped down his nerves. You knew he’s guard is on the edge of a drop.

Ugh! Who knew a man could look so appetizing that your the one feeling like there’s a 70ft drop before you. Come on! This is no time to be a pussy.

“Uhm…no?” Gosh the way his accent soaks into the smallest words that he lets out soaks your panties. Your starting to question if you’d break first.

“No. Do you want to know what my price is, Alejandro?” You keep your voice as light as your right hand when it reached his gun and sweeps it seamlessly out of the way. Fuck! Why are you getting so nerved.

Finally standing on your tippy toes you move to his left ear, leaving light breathes that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. As smoothly as it went your right hand delicately traces its way from his chest, shoulders and then to gingerly rub the stubble along his jaw and upper neck.

Let’s just hope he doesn’t hear the heart beat bashing on your chest.

Come Y/N! Swallow those timid valor! You never had them before today.

With your mouth tracing his earlobe you continue the teasing. “Alejandro…fuck-please touch me.”

Aight, it’s up.

You knew the butterflies in your stomach at the start should’ve been a sign to take caution. Flirting your way to safety would’ve been easy if you weren’t getting wet feeling the hardness pressing on your stomach.

Your statement should’ve been confident and alluring but it escaped you sounding way too desperate with the airy whimper.

On top of that the soft grunt he made when you pressed your front harder on his cock had you rolling your eyes. Fucking hell! There’s no way a man can have this much affect on you!

“Ah-fuck. Alejandro, I want you to touch me. Mmhp…wanna feel you inside me, fuck your cum into me. Oh god, please. I’ll tell you anything. Just please, please fuck me-

You couldn’t even finish before he lost his senses, dropping the gun and dug his big hands into your waist. Sliding his gloved palms downwards, the brunette then lifted you into that solid body of his and rushed to press your back on the metal wall.

Your hands weaving into his hair as his mouth went to work on your neck. His chest pressed so tightly against yours that your breathe heaved even more and oh did those heavy pants and small whimpers egged him on.

The self-assured and flirtatious vixen now starting to melt in his palms and she looked so enticing all the while. Her cropped black tank top strap had fell off her shoulder, leaving more room for him to kiss and gnaw at. Her also black spandex they had left her in after ridding her cargo pants full of weapons and ammo was not doing a good job covering her neediness. Taking a quick glance he could already see her leaving wet patches on the front of his jacket. The sight alone made a moan slip out of him. If that wasn’t enough his hardness was aching in his pants, begging to be relieved.

“La hostia! Muñeca-my cremalle-mi zipper princesa”, even with his rushed sentence you understood. Hands leaving his hair, you reached his belt buckle. Then with some shuffling it came loose with sufficient room for you to unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulling it down just enough to also bring his boxers with it.

His tip immediately bumped your lower ass before you started to take him in your palms. With steady strokes, feeling the veins along his length, his girth that your fingers and thumb barley touched, you knew he was just a size too big. His pre-cum ran down to your palms making you instinctively lick your lips and pant. This might sting but you can already feel your girl pulse and drool for him.

“Alejandro,” with a whine you unhook your legs form his waist. Your feet meeting the ground again before you began stripping for a man you met just a few hours ago. And he absolutely ate up the sight before him.

Left in only your panties, damp skin kissed by the hot sun of Las Almas. The man wanted to ask what did he do for The Lord to bless him with you? Or perhaps it was the Devil that sent you to him. You just looked so heavenly and sinful. Hair now loose from the braid it was in, the stray strands framed your beguiling face. He had a thought you might’ve just been playing his heart strings to get your way but your doe eyes and pouty lips that are begging him to continue throw those thoughts away. He wanted to know about your stories, what made you came to Las Almas. Beyond the stories of missiles and the cartel, why you’d put yourself in such danger. But that would have wait for another time.

Alejandro rushed to hike you back up, this time roughly pressing his hot lips to your pillowy ones. Heavy breathing bounced off the container’s walls as the two bodies take in as much air as they could while devouring in each other’s rousing scents, electrifying touch and the thrilling environment they were currently in.

This was supposed to be an interrogation…

You flirted often, yes. But you definitely weren’t the most experienced with intimacy and with the pace Alejandro’s tongue moved into your mouth, you knew the footing on your plan had completely crumbled away.

He pressed his body harder on yours, gripping his right hand on your hip, taking in as much of you he could. Your small mewls that left your lips. Along with the strings of sounds, the smell of vanilla blended with coconut and some florals. It’s like the man couldn’t pick up on the musky scent of sex as his left hand made its way to your panties.

“Mierda. You’ve runined your panties Muñeca,”

You moaned in his mouth as he reconnected your lips. Pushing your panties to the side before he rather impatiently inserted his middle and index fingers, as if to test your readiness for his cock. With a gravely grunt Alejandro began working in your pussy that was now making a mess all over his digits. He reluctantly paused his ravaging in your mouth once more to look at his work below.

“ Fuck Muñeca! Your pussy’s already in love with my fingers. Imagine how much she’ll love my cock stuffing her full, hm.”

All you could do was mewl and curse into his shoulders as he stuffed your throbbing womanhood. This smug man then begin to laugh at your current state.

“Que pasa, Muñeca? What happened to that assertive vixen telling my men to scram so she can bargain for her safety?”

It was now your turn to blush. You couldn’t for your life begin to think anymore. His scent was intoxicating you, hints of cleanly soap, gun powder and musk was enough to make you lose your mind. What else? His voice and accent. God have mercy you could cum with just his talks alone. AND don’t even get started on his long fingers working in and out, now pairing with his thumb on your clit.

You can feel a certain knot tying itself in your stomach, the twisting feeling caused your body to tremble and your eyes to brim with tears. The increase in volume and movement was a dead giveaway that you were close. Even so, Alejandro removed his hand from you core, cutting off the high that had been peaking thus far.

“N-no, please. Please, Alejandro.” Fuck. Your watery eyes with those lips that he made red and swollen caused his cock to drip. Such a pathetic plea and face along with a moan of his name.

“Aw, I know guapa. I just wanted to give that needy pussy of yours something bigger.”

With a taunting pout, Alejandro then gripped your sides before a hand left to guide his cock to your messy hole. He then let your body slowly slid down his length.

“Mierda! Your so tight. And what a fucking mess your making of my pants, princesa,” he couldn’t help his strangled moans as you took him in so willingly with the most welcoming clench on his manhood.

“Alejan-fuck! Too much.” You whine with hazy eyes as tears fell from the sting as well as the delight of him bullying his way inside.

Alejandro the tease only chuckled at your words, “your doing so well princesa, taking in my cock. Come on, you can take all of it.” He sang praises as he continue to slowly sink into you, kissing away the tears that had fallen on your flushed cheeks.

When he finally bottomed out he pulled back up to the tip before refilling your sloppy pussy and setting steady pace. Your volume now becoming alarmingly loud so as to prevent his team from hearing, his lips were back on yours.

Of course if the team hadn’t heard your voice already they probably hear the wet squelches as Alejandro’s cock picked up the pace. Feeling you flutter around him and hearing your increase in volume he began slamming so hard you couldn’t help but drip down his balls and to the floor.

Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, armed draped over his shoulders while he worked you up and down his manhood. You dissolved into putty in his arms, only able to babble incoherent words into his mouth. Saliva was slipping from the edges as he continued his assault in your hot cavern. Every audible cry you began to muster with your lips parted and connecting to his with a string of wetness would dissipate as he ate them up.

Ya, as if the team could hear…

The team catching on to Alejandro’s ‘special interrogation’ was the last thing he cared to pounder about anyways.

“Mmm, princesa. Your pussy’s a real fucking treat.”

And his cock is making you drunk.

“After this I’m never letting you leave.”

And you didn’t want to.

“You gonna let my breed your pussy, hm? Cum deep inside your filthy hole?”

“Fuck Yes! Please, please! Give your cum please.”

Alejandro’s pretty done keeping your voice down. Besides, he may as well give his men a treat hearing your pretty cries for his cum and cock that they would never indulge in themselves.

“Cum on me then, Muñeca.”

Just like a magic command, the build up in your core since Alejandro’s fingers fucked your pussy snapped.

Your high came crashing down in tremors and sniffling sobs. So out of breathe you barely finish chanting his name, whiteness covering your vision you’d think you were going to heaven. And what’s an even better feeling then this high heaven? His cum pumping into you as he groaned and thrusts it in deeper. More moans pass through you as Alejandro couldn’t help but grind his seeds into your hot mess, now leaking with his cum.

“Ugh, mierda. Your going to get me in trouble guapa.” With a soft laugh Alejandro peeked at the mess you two made below before his gaze carried back to your fucked-out face. God, just your face alone was making his length stir again.

BANG BANG!!

“Fucking hell! There better good intel after you guys clean up whatever mess y’all made in there!”

Ghost’s voice could be heard from behind the container door as strings of snickers followed. Keeping his gaze on your heavy lids that were now blown wide from the sudden startle, Alejandro knew he’d have to continue this later.

“Ya, ya.”

Yup. You weren’t leaving even if you spill your whole life story to the Spanish man.

Fell Into You Pt 1

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader

synopsis: Ghost isn’t looking for anything and neither are you. But when a mission goes wrong, throwing you two together, where will things go from here?

content: slow burn, sfw this chapter, nsfw later. Pre-established reader nickname as “Crow”

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“Alright team, the breakdown of the mission is as follows. Team 283 has been compromised infiltrating an enemy hole in the center of Kazan. They are now forced to switch between three different safe houses to stay ahead of the enemy. They are using the old septic tunnel system underground to transport between them. Your job will be for each squadron to enter the safe houses and extract the team. We lost contact roughly 2 hours ago, so time is of the essence and we aren’t sure which safehouse they will be in.” Price finished explaining to the rest of Team 141. Price and Gaz would be a squadron and take on safe house Alpha. Graves and a handful of shadows would take safe house Beta. Ghost and Soap would take the last one, safehouse Charlie.

“How many are left of the team that we are aware of?” Asked Graves.

“As far as we know, two marines, sergeant Echo and Captain Crow.” Price replied. Ghost and Soap exchanged glances at the names. Crow had gained some notoriety amongst the different teams. You were known for being a lethal warrior, recently taking on an enemy exit point on your own without alarming surrounding enemy locations.

“Eh maybe this wins me a date with Crow, savin her arse, huh?“ Soap chuckled. Not many other soldiers had worked with Crow, which meant rumors spread on whether you were hideous or breathtaking. Ghost opted to stay out of it, the last thing he needed was thinking of a female in his line of work. He was sure you felt the same, which is why you chose to stay out of the spotlight.

“You wish mate.” Is all Ghost replied. He followed behind Soap, readying up to take the heli waiting for them.

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Kazan, Russia - 2100hr

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Soap and Ghost sat within an abandoned garage just south of the mission point. Safehouse Charlie was a torn down church centered in a forgotten town just barely on the outskirts of the major city of Kazan. Soap finished a cig, squashing it beneath his boot.

“My eyes in the sky, how are we lookin?” Soap spoke into the radio. A static replied from the above plane circling the different safe houses.

“No tangoes spotted, you are free to make entry. Make it quiet. Enemies were spotted just east of your position around safehouse A.”

“Got it.” Soap let go of his radio and turned to Ghost grabbing his gun. Ghost gave him a small nod, recognizing this was their chance to move. Ghost tucked in behind Soap, keep his head on a swivel as the made their way to the side entrance of the church. There was an old cellar door on the ground next to the church nearly rusted shut. Ghost put a finger to where his lips would be under the mask and grabbed at the door, quietly opening it. Darkness of the basement greeted them. Turning on their flashlights, the two men made their way through the cellar opening. There was nothing but old church literature and stacks of chairs. No sight of anyone occupying. Ghost waved his finger towards the door to the main ground, Soap nodded back. Once again, darkness swallowed them as the entered into the main floor of the church. The cellar opened to a small room just behind the podium of chapel. Soap put up a fist, point to the ceiling. Just barely, Ghost could hear something creaking upstairs.

“Enemy or friendly?” Soap questioned.

“Let’s find out shall we?” Ghost answered. The quickly made their way from the room to find the decaying steps to go to the attic. Ghost didn’t make it but one set of stairs before he was thrown back onto a wall with a knife near his throat. Staring back at him was your (e/c) eyes, shining behind a masked face.

“Friendly! Friendly!” Soap replied, being held at gunpoint by Echo. Echo relaxed his shoulders, whistling at Crow to do the same. You took one more hard look at Ghost before lowering your knife, not relaxing in the slightest. You had (h/c) hair, loosely put up in a ponytail and tactical gear long forgotten with only the army issued t shirt and cargos on. You looked like you went through hell and back. But Ghost now knew the truth to the rumors, you were stunning.

Echo ushered you all into the attic room, yet another supply room with nothing much but a small candle burning and two bloodied dog tags lying next to it. Ghost cringed at the sight slightly. Crow turned to him, “So what do they call you?”

Before you could get the words completely out a shock rumbled the floor, a second blast bleeding into your eardrums from the left. The floor exploded beneath your left foot and you felt yourself falling back into the empty hole. Russian shouting was heard from the bottom floor with gun shots ringing from your side and theirs. Ghost grabbed your outstretched hand, using his other to wrap around your waist throwing you on top of him and away from the blast site. Ghost landed backwards, with you directly on top of him. Once again, you stared each other in the eyes and your faces were so close you could just barely feel his breath behind his balaclava.

“They call me Ghost” he replied, just as smallest of grins just slightly pulled his eyes up from under his mask. The rumors were definitely false, you were absolutely breathtaking.

Thought about doing a nsfw anon confession page, would anybody be interested? Only for the cod boys that is :)

Headcanons call of duty boys

Them reacting to: -"I'm a virgin/it's my first time"

Alejandro, Soap, Ghost.

!repost!, tumblr deleted my last post but I will repost later

Author's Notes: Hi I would like to apologize for the last post, as I said English is not my native language so sometimes I use a translator that ends up messing up the words and their meanings, I promise to study more and write more posts of really good quality.

• Alejandro: He would be quite surprised, but "proud" (if we can put it that way), he would have a canine smile on his lips as he heard that you were a virgin and had never done it with anyone, he would even be a little perverted asked if you fingered yourself while you guys two were dating soon getting a pillow right in the face and laughing at the situation. "-Mi amor, you know you don't have to be afraid or afraid I'll take care of you I love you... I promise." The man spoke as he kissed her neck then sank into the bed.

• Soap, Johnny: Creeped out. Very scared. But possessive. I believe that Johnny is also a virgin (not for lack of option or opportunity, but by choice, the big boy didn't want to do with anyone choosing to wait for you) and it would be the first time for both, the conversation of you two would be summarized in Soap waving his hands nervously and trying to focus anywhere but you, then jumping in surprise when he feels you touch his thigh making both of them laugh, breaking the mood between the two of them. He would nervously admit that he never did either and he would find himself thinking about you and revealing his deepest fantasies face to face with you, then feeling your dick squirming in his pants and throwing you on the bed (really get ready this man is going to be very possessive of you).

•Ghost, Simon Riley: Have you ever seen the size of that man? Exactly. Down there is the same dimension. Ghost would work your pussy with his fingers, digging in the ring finger and then one more leaving you a little more relaxed to fuck his cock, he would also want you to suck him so much to help lubricate so much to kill his urge to hit his cock in your face while watching you desperately wanting more and more. The perfect scenario would be on a rainy day when the two of you are in bed together, and don't even think he's going to take his mask off he feels even more dominating with it. For his first time he would go very slow not wanting to hurt (too much) you, but if you can last one more be prepared not to walk for two weeks in a row. Ghost is more audible he would just grunt in your ear, he wants to hear you when he shoves his cock hard into you. (And for sure this big guy was going to come inside you and then put two fingers in so he wouldn't let the fuck out.)

N S F W ♡

• Alejandro: One of the sweetest on the list, he really works on her pussy, he strives for his first time to be memorable and romantic, with some jazz in the background, and some wine and candles by the dark room, a silk sheet pure was spread across the bed. In the act Alejandro would suck you and he would come in the process even without touching your dick and right after sex he would carry you to the bathroom and bathe you and stay cuddled until your love sleeps in your arms.

• Soap, Johnny : He moans like a bitch ( sorry I really had to say ) our boy Johnny would be much more rushed the first time, even being a little rude at times because in addition to his orgasm he wants to free himself too. The perfect scenario for him would be a Friday afternoon with both of you off at his place and a sunset in the background, having you doing 69 with him and him giving himself fully to your mouth on his dick while he loses focus and stops sucking yours. pussy and fucking her mouth with his hips, then apologizing between sly moans and going back to sucking her entrance. The sex would be rougher once you got used to his size having the right to pull your hair while smacking your ass. He would take care of you, but he would be exhausted and the two of you would just pass out from sleeping together.

• Ghost, Simon Riley: Have you ever seen the size of that man? Exactly. Down there is the same dimension. Ghost would work your pussy with his fingers, digging in the ring finger and then one more leaving you a little more relaxed to fuck his cock, he would also want you to suck him so much to help lubricate so much to kill his urge to hit his cock in your face while watching you desperately wanting more and more. The perfect scenario would be on a rainy day when the two of you are in bed together, and don't even think he's going to take his mask off he feels even more dominating with it. For his first time he would go very slow not wanting to hurt (too much) you, but if you can last one more be prepared not to walk for two weeks in a row. Ghost is more audible he would just grunt in your ear, he wants to hear you when he shoves his cock hard into you. (And for sure this big guy was going to come inside you and then put two fingers in so he wouldn't let the fuck out.)

Ghost x FEMALE reader smut 

warnings: male mastur., hair pulling, slight spanking, male x female, vag intercourse.

Prompt: 

     Ghost receives his morning coffee only there's a little surprise in there left by Price who is done with him being so uptight and aggressive. You know the common sentence said to someone who is like that? "You need to get laid-" well price had taken that into his own hands by slipping a blue pill into his morning coffee then ordering him to work with the 2nd Lieutenant [the reader] on paper work from their last mission in hopes that 1. Ghost would become less uptight and 2. That the both of them [who argued alot which roach and soap would always comment "we get there is sexual tension between you two but can you guys not-" ] would end up together. Let's see how that goes ;). 

Price hummed to himself as he walked down the hall to Ghosts private office, recently ghost has been acting out towards all of them whether it be petty arguments or full on brawling like it's WWE. Price could handle normal idiocy but Ghost had been taking things to far with others that he now chose to step in. He had noticed most of his aggression came from one person specifically that he took that anger out on others because of her. SFC [y/n]. Little spit fire she was for someone who only came up to ghost's chest when it came to height. Ghost had asked a PFC to bring him coffee which price took upon himself to deliver it along with a little surprise inside. 2 viagras which he made sure completely dissolved before it reached ghost. Price knew Ghost well enough to know that he wasn't allergic to viagra so he decided to give him a higher dose by giving him 2, 1 for the general sexual feeling and another one for being an asshole to everyone. He reaches his door and reaches for the doorknob when he can hear arguing from the room and a loud thud. He opens the door and finds SFC [y/n] and Ghost who somewhere along there argument [however long it was] got into a physical altercation and now had her pinned to the floor face first with her hands behind her back with one hand and his other hand gripping her hair pushing her face in the ground. 

"PRICE! GET THIS SMALL LIMP DICKED BITCH OFF ME!!!!" She yells squirming against the carpeted floor trying to get out of Ghosts hold to which Ghost tightens his grip "how would you know I'm small? You've never had sex with me- probably couldn't even handle my size" ghost says confidentially staring down at her struggling form. Price rolls his eyes and with a sigh holds his hand out to give ghost his coffee "get off her ghost you will need her in a few moments" prices says with a small chuckle towards the ending knowing very well he will need her for more than just paper work soon. Price intently watches as ghost let's her go and grabs his coffee standing up before rolling his mask up to take a mouth full of coffee and swallow. "So what did you need from us anyway price-" ghost says as he takes another chug of coffee "you both have been the split in the 141 and both of you have been assholes to everyone. So, you both will be doing mine and soaps paperwork together. You complain and its a week of cleaning the higher up bathrooms." Price says walking towards the door nodding his head to the mountain of paper work in the corner before opening the door and shutting it. Both Ghost and [y/n] stand there Jaw dropped at the sudden drop of tremendous work unloaded on them. Ghost groans taking another sip of his coffee and walks over plopping down in his chair setting his coffee down "bring me some of the work" he says grabbing a Pen and rubbing the back of his neck [y/n] scoffs as she walks over grabbing a large stack then dropping it on his desk knocking over his coffee spilling it on hid pants. Ghost shouts and jumps up fixing the coffee cup from pouring any more of the hot liquid on his legs. "The fuck is your problem woman!?" Ghost yells as he wipes at the coffee on his pants before glaring at her, she rolls her eyes and grabs herself a stack of paper and siting at a small desk in the corner. Ghost shakes his head and sits back down in his chair. They both begin working on the paperwork assigned to them, ghost taking small sips of his coffee throughout until he finished it. Close to an hour of working ghost starts feeling like the room is 100 degrees. 

He shifts in his chair slightly trying to get comfortable but is having a hard time sitting still, it wasn't until he felt his erection pressing against his pants tightly that he realized something was off with him. He lowers his head to try and get a grip of himself but he feels like the room is getting hotter by the second and the tightness of his pants isn't helping him, he casts a glance over at the smaller female in the corner of his office and watches as she stands up to go file the papers she had finished in the small box price provided for them to put there finished work in each labeled with either his or soaps name so the work wouldn't get mixed up. He jumps slightly at the sound of paper hitting the floor and watches as maybe 50 papers flutter to the ground. [Y/n] let's out a sigh of frustration and drops to her knees to pick up the papers and shuffle them back into order unaware of the man watching her from his desk. Ghost let's out a muffled groan and starts bouncing his leg in frustration

Although they both didn't get along, ghost couldn't deny that she was beautiful. Beautiful [e/c] eyes, a beautiful [s/c] skin complexion- an hour glass figure with some plump areas which completed her Frame entirely that even he wasn't sure if he couldn't handle that. Her hair was a silky [h/c] color that he wanted to run his hand through and yank as he destroys her.  Her [l/s] lips he couldn't help but stare at imagining them puffy and swollen, struggling to take his cock deep inside her mouth. 

"ghost!!!" He jumps at the sudden yell of his name and blinks a few times staring at the woman who is now at the opposite side of his desk "what-" he mutters "Well, 1 you've been staring at me creepiliy not even saying a word- 2 I've asked you at least 5 times if you wanted something to drink-" she says as she folds her hands across her chest "uh yea- soda? Sorry, I mean- just bring me back one of the large cans of the cherry flavored coke" he says looking back down at his papers and grabbing his own starting to re do the paper work. She stares at him for a few moments and nods walking towards the door, ghost peeks up and watches her walk to the door his eyes mainly focused on her ass but taking in how her hips swayed. Soon she leaves to grab the drinks and ghost lays back in his chair panting out loud, "what the fuck…" he whispers to himself, he sat there before thinking about it- he had asked someone else to being his coffee, price never does it, so why did he suddenly deliver it to him now?- ghost stumbles up from his chair grabbing the coffee cup he threw out earlier when he finished it and took its lid off, taking his shades off he peered into the cup, eyes searching around it frantically, unfortunately for price when he had stirred the coffee trying to get the pills to dissolve quicker the pills scratched the bottom of the cup leaving slight blue lines indented In its plastic bottom. Ghost felt the corners of his lip twitch as he realized price slipped him some viagra- looking up at the clock he noted it had only been 3 Minutes since [y/n] left the room. The Rec room for them was far away and he quickly unbuckled his belt opening his jeans to free his erection. 

He quickly wraps his hand around his cock quickly Jerking himself trying to get off before [y/n] came back, he groans loudly feeling himself twitch in his hands, whatever price gave him wasn't the average vigara, be felt more sensitive this time with each stroke, he stands up from his chair quickly placing a hand on his desk eyes screwed shut as he worked himself. His low moans echoed just a bit as he tried to restrain himself from being too loud. His hand tightens into a fist on his desk as he felt his release coming soon. His breathing became ragged and his legs wobbled as ropes of cum shot out onto the floor beliw his desk and on his hand. He panted heavily at his climax but groaned noting that he was still hard, he plopped back into his chair trying to relax his breathing and watches as his cock twitches slightly from his harsh orgasm. He looks at the clock before quickly cleaning up and Scoots himself into his desk trying to ignore the pulsing coming from down there. 

He looks up when he hears the door open and watches as [y/n] approaches his desk with his soda which he takes and nods his head as a thank you. She takes her seat at the desk in the corner once more sipping at the [f/d] drink she had gotten for herself. The one thing that didn't go unnoticed was the red in her face and ears, her chest was heaving just slightly- "you good?" Ghost says to her after acknowledging her new change in attitude "uh yeah I'm good, I gotten my drink and walked back here but forgot yours so I had to run back to get it Then run back here" she said with a nervous laugh, ghost felt there was more to what she said but didn't probe and faced back to his work He had finished maybe 5 more pages before looking over at the SFC when he noticed her leg bouncing quickly "you sure your fine your acting different then when you left-" he said watching her shoulders tense up. "I'm fine ghost" she said with a slight studder. Ghost turned slightly to observe her more, in which he could see she was trying to ignore him. Then he thought about what she said earlier

 Ghost felt his heart and stomach drop to the floor, it was starting to make more sense,why she wouldn't look at him, no smart remarks when she gave him his drink just silence, bouncing her leg, red in the face and ears, her heavily breathing. She must've come back while he was jerking off but he was too caught up to see her.  He watched her as she tightly pressed her thighs together and struggled to focus on the paper work in front of her. Ghost felt a electric shock from his gut down watching her, his cock twitched as he watched her in this shy state. "Are you with anyone..." ghost randomly questions "um, no not really never found time for that I mean- I've had flings but yeah-" she says biting her bottom lip keeping her eyes down, she feels her breathing pick up as she sees ghost stand up from his desk and make his way over to her. 

"I walked back but forgot yours then had to run back to get it"

"I walked back..."

Her breath caught in the back of her throat when he was standing over her right side, erection raging and noticeable through her peripheral vision. "I won't force you- but, I really-.. need," ghost says huskily as he can feel the tension that had been building between them start to crack. She bites her lip harder and can start to hear herself panting, "even if it's just a little help I dont care, if you wanna stop at a certain point I dont care we can stop- but I just cannot stop thinking-" ghost cuts himself off from admitting any feelings since he wasn't sure if it's what he actually felt or if it was just the pills and groans slightly at the burning in his stomach. He reaches his hands forward unbuckling his pants once more and frees himself, he takes a deep breath as his cock is now able to breathe and she turns herself to face him and gently reaches her hands up grabbing his cock gently and slowly strokes him with both of her hands ghost let's out a sigh of pleasure and tilts his head back placing his hands gently on her head gripping her hair. She pants along side with him feeling her body become hot, she looks up at her Lieutenant who's head is further back as he groans loudly.  

She picks up the pace moving her hands quicker making ghost groan loudly before he moves her hands quickly and grabs her thighs quickly picking her making her yelp and wrap her arms around his neck quickly to avoid falling. Ghost presses his lips to hers quickly, she let's out a soft muffled moan opening her mouth enough for his tongue to slide in. He makes his way down to the floor with her beneath him and moves his lips from hers down to her neck leaving gentle bites and soft licks, his hands occupied with her belt buckle frantically trying to take it off. She removes her arms from around his neck and places her hands onto his shoulders, small whimpers and moans leave her mouth making ghost spiral into a frenzy. He yanks her pants down then slides his hands up the now loose army green shirt unclipping the bras clasp and removes her hands from his shoulder putting them above her head "keep them their understand?" He says in a demanding tone, she nods her head and moans from the slap given by ghost on her thigh "nodding isn't a response " he says staring down at her "yes Lieutenant. .." She says just above a whisper enough for him to hear, his fingers loop into the black underwear sides and he quickly pulls them down he reaches down further quickly untying her shoes and tossing them far in the opposite corner. 

He pulls her pants and underwear off completely and keeps her shirt on, he pushes her legs up to her head and removes his hands sliding them down to her thighs to keep her legs in place. She shifts beneath him trying to get comfortable with her legs being pressed into her chest lightly, ghost reaches one hand down to grab his cock teasing her cunt's entrance pushing in just barely he leaves his cock on her cunt and moves his hand back up to her thigh and slides his cock through her folds letting out a sigh of relief. [Y/n] whimpers beneath him as she feels his tip repeatedly rub up against her clit, she can feel the burning in her face and ears as the slick sounds of her folds echo in her head. "Ghost please" she mutters panting feeling herself clench on nothing, growing desperate at each stroke. "Fuck…I love the sound of you begging me.." ghost whispers as he moves his hands up placing them by her head. He gently teases her entrance with his tip before slowly sinking himself into her watching her intently, they both let out a soft moan as he stuffs her fully. 

She whines lifting her head and pants feeling her legs tremble slightly. Ghost pulls out completely before thrusting back in hard watching her throw her head back with a loud moan and thud from hitting the floor. Her hands clench into fists trying to keep her hands above her head she let's out a string of incoherent words and pleas for ghost to give her more as Ghost watches her enjoying the state she was in. He pulls out all the way again and slams into her again. "Fuck!" She says in a Higher tone than normal and she moves her hands up to his shoulders gripping them tightly ghost chuckles before lowering himself back onto his knees and pulling out. he moves her hands and turns her over bring her ass up to him. He thrusts back in this time staying in and sets a quick pace, he watches as she claws at the carpet keeping her face down moaning into the rough fabric he slows and reaches forward grabbing her hands holding them down behind her back with one hand and placing the other on her hip, he then goes back to the same harsh and fast pace he had before and groans loudly watching the space where they connect, enjoying the sight of his cock disappearing deep inside her cunt, tired of hearing the muffled moans ghost reaches his left hand off her hip into her hair yanking it back and starts pulling out further to slam in and hit that certain spot rough each time. He looks down at her and watches as she struggles to stay quiet letting out semi-loud moans here and there at the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck-" she cries feeling herself tense up and tighten around him feeling each vein and bump on his cock. Ghosts grip tightens on her hands and hair as he starts pounding roughly trying to chase his orgasm.  They both cry out loud as their orgasms flood over them, with a few more thrusts ghost pulls out panting heavily watching his cum slowly slide out and drip on the floor with her own juices. Her legs shake and ghost let's her go watching her shakily try to stand.  He walks over and grabs her arm helping her stand up "so I'm guessing you saw that little show earlier" ghost says with a chuckle watching her face turn red "yeah-" she says embarrassed reaching down for her pants and underwear. Ghost gives her a quick spank and walks over to where he threw her shoes and picks them up walking back over he watches as she rebuttons her pants up "here" he says handing her shoes to her which she gives a small thank you and puts them on. Which thankful for both of them for now being dressed because a knock on the door has them bolt to there seats and starting more work. "Come in" ghost says as he pulls his mask back down and puts his shades back over his eyes. In walk soap and price who've come to collect the finished work which was a decent amount from the time they started. Just as they are about to leave price turns around "might wanna clean up the floor" price says with a smirk nodding to the slight wet stains in the corner by them. Ghost coughs and flips price off as [y/n] is tense in the corner hiding her face from embarrassment. 

The door shuts and both Ghost and [y/n] let out a sigh. "Wanna get lunch?" Ghost says turning his head over to her "yeah sure" she says as they both stand up and leave the office to head to the cafeteria.