Ghost X FEMALE Reader Smut

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. 

TW: death & angst

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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.

"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."

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.

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.

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