This Man Has My Heart In A Chokehold

This man has my heart in a chokehold

bar fights and strobe lights

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader cw: mentions of sexual harassment, mentions of alcohol, reader wears dress tags: soft!simon, protective!simon, simon saves you from a weird dude, tooth rotting fluff sorry ghost has really really good (non-canonical) rizz but it's not my fault you guys deserve someone who knows how to talk to you!

Tonight was your 21st birthday, and you decided to celebrate by going to a bar with your friends. It was a famous bar, one that you had heard being talked about for months.

You were wearing a black dress, one that fit your curves well and came a few inches above your knees. It's spaghetti straps wrapped around your shoulders snugly, and you had draped your cardigan over the barstool you were sitting at.

The friends you that had come with had selfishly left a few minutes prior to try and find guys to spend the rest of the evening with. You were sitting, drinking a drink on the house and quietly trying to observe people around you.

While trying to make up stories in your head about all the people you saw, a tall man wearing a skull face balaclava caught your eyes. Even when sitting down, he was probably taller than you. He drank carefully, didn't talk to many people. His eyes wandered around the room until they stopped on you.

His eyes widened, watching the strobe lights wander around your figure. He scanned the entirety of you, watching you watch him. He looked scary but so sweet at the same time.

A gentle monster, you thought to yourself.

All the sudden, you felt a calloused hand grab your bare arm. Goosebumps erupted through your skin as the grip tightened. You turned around quickly, finding the face of a man who you'd never seen before. His other hand found your waist and gripped hard, dragging you out of the stool.

You planted your heels into the sticky floor, but it was no use. Your voice was quaky and broken as you yelled out, "Please, let go." His eyes looked cold and dangerous. You cried out again, "Let go!"

A few heads turned, but no one got up. The man kept walking, eyes on the door. You tried to get out of his disgusting grip when out of nowhere, you hear a loud voice call out, "Get your hands off f' her."

His demeanor was terrifying, his boots stomping on the floor as he took his gun out of his holster. It was the man. The man with the Ghost mask.

Ghost slammed the pistol against the man's head, and he dropped to the floor. You were shaking as the man's grip slid off of you, and almost fell over as Ghost caught you. He abruptly picked you up, one arm under your knees and one cradling you around your neck. His feet clanked across the floor as he whisked you outside. His arms were warm under your cold skin, and his large hands made you feel more protected than you'd ever felt.

He set you down on a picnic table, carefully laying you down on the table as he took a kneel on the bench.

"Are you hurt?" His voice had gone from terrifying to gentle within seconds. You shook your head to respond no, still shaken up.

He exhaled, "Bastard. I've seen 'em before, but he's never been as bold as he was tonight." He didn't speak in any tone except for a soft whisper, his British accent calming any fears you had.

He scanned over your body again, and you remembered moments before the incident. You had seen his curious eyes in this state before. You liked it.

His eyes wandered over your body and stopped at your eyes, surprised to see you were watching him the whole time. He placed his hands on both sides of your head, deepening the eye contact.

"You sure you'll alright?" Somehow, he spoke even softer, almost like he was trying not to scare you.

"I'm okay," you breathed shakily. His eyes widened at the sound of your voice.

"She speaks." Ghost teased as he let his hand slide up the distance of your arm slowly. You could see his eyes smiling through the holes of his mask, but you wanted to feel it for yourself, so you placed your hand on his covered cheek, gently sweeping underneath the fabric and stroking his lips with your thumb.

He seemed surprised, but not scared. He melted underneath your touch, slightly opening his mouth to kiss your cold fingers.

"Thank you. For saving me."

You felt his smile under your fingers.

"Anytime," he said, "Just call, 'n I'll be there."

"How can I call you if I don't know your name?" You teased, slightly regaining your sense of humor. He hopped off of you, slightly squeezing your waist as he responded,

"It's Simon. Simon Riley."

"Simon," you repeated, trying to taste him on your tongue. You sat up, placing your feet on both sides of him. He was sitting on the bench, and now you were looking down at him.

"I'm Y/N," you said, holding your hand out.

He took a pen out of his breast pocket and uncapped it. He repeated back your name as he took your hand and wrote a phone number on the back of it.

"Y/N." Simon said slowly, experimenting with all the syllables he could.

"Call me, Y/N. Please." He gently kissed the back of your hand where he had written the number and stood up from the bench.

You were left sitting, gawking at how good this man was at swooning you. From the looks of it, he didn't seem like the kind of person to have any social skills whatsoever, but Simon Riley seemed to prove you wrong.

You whispered to yourself as you hopped off the table,

"Will do, Simon."

AHHDHDHDKDJSJD

So… I was wondering if you could request how König and/or Simon reacting to their s/o just getting up and being able to walk decently after they had sex? I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently and idk why but i think both would be shocked in some kind of way. Please and thank you!!!

Note: I wanted to write König too but I'm sick so it's a surprise I managed to write this piece. I hope it doesn't suck 😊

Ghost

Ghost placed kisses on your shoulder, his arm wrapped around you so tightly that your back was pressed against his body. He loved these moments; the quiet, blissful hours after the two of you made love.

He could be rough, he knew that. This time wasn't any different, he had been away for too long to be able to hold back and behave in bed. He knew that you needed time to recharge, to gain enough strength to even be able to get out of bed on your own.

But today you didn't seem tired. You kept talking, your hand on top of his on your stomach as you told him about the Christmas card your friend had sent you from Australia where she was spending the holidays. He listened to every word despite not being a fan of this friend of yours, a mutual feeling you never really caught on.

"Wait, it's easier if I show you," you told him before slowly prying his hands off your body.

"Later," Ghost murmured into your ear. "You need to rest."

You turned to look at him and rolled your eyes. "I'm fine."

And with that you got out of bed, almost running over to the living room. He let out a surprised hum, wondering how you could do that. When you returned, he raised on his knees, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you in his lap.

With his face burried in the nape of your neck, he said, "I see you can still walk. I must be out of practice," he noted as he kissed your neck. "Let's see if I can make sure you don't leave bed until the morning."

You let out a laugh and put a hand on the back of his neck. Ghost watched you in awe. The fact you could move around so effortlessly after he fucked you like this made him wonder if it meant he had trained you well.

Either way, you were handmade for him and he didn't feel like ever letting you go. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if he should do what he had been planning to do on new year's eve. So he leaned back and opened the drawer of the nightstand to get something he had hidden there earlier.

You watched him with a questioning look that was replaced with a look of shock the moment you noticed he had a little blue box in his hand. First you opened your mouth, no sound leaving your throat as you tried to pull yourself together.

"I didn't want to give you this so soon, but I can't wait anymore," he said quietly before opening the box. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" you squealed happily before kissing him, hands wrapped around his body so tightly he felt like you would never let him go again.

On the floor, bawling my eyes out rn 🤧😭

Her body moves on its own, automatic and like clockwork. Protect your squad. Always protect the highest member. The words are engraved into her mind and she sees them flashing in her mind as she grabs the Lieutenant by the shoulders and shoves him around, spinning their stance and the crack echoing around them is as loud as the gasp that escapes her when the pain explodes in her upper back. She stumbles forward into a black tactical vest, feels arms catch hold of her as her knees giving beneath her body.

She pushes back, hands pressing against the vest and she feels the resistance against her pushing as they pull in. She has to make sure it didn’t hit the Lieutenant. The bullet meant for him stopped by her. She had to make sure he wasn’t dead. There was nothing and she can’t help but look up with a breathless smile.

“I got it, LT,” she says, voice faint and his eyes are wide, staring down at her as his hands press to her back. “I got it for you.”

He starts speaking, but it sounds faint almost. Like he’s so far away even as she’s in his arms. She always wanted to be there. In them. Held by them. Loved by them. Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes she’s managed to finally get there. Makes her think of Christmas the year before when she offered him a gift to ease into admitting her feelings. Probably wrong to do. She’d only been there a year and he was her superior. But just maybe…and he let her down. Not even gently, but she had doubted the man knew how to be gentle. She remembered cold eyes and an even more frigid voice that had twisted the hopeful smile from her face into a look of pure regret, eyes filling with tears as she quickly excused herself before more embarrassment could be pulled from her.

She doesn’t speak to him anymore. Doesn’t look at him, even when he speaks to her, she just nods her head, eyes on the floor. The team senses the shift, but don’t say a thing. He acts like nothing’s changed.

He’s always quiet when he talks but his voice carries a weight. A weight she can’t hear anymore as she stares dumbfounded at him, trying to figure out the words he’s saying to her. Worry. She can see it in his eyes, and she reaches up, failing to pat his chest as her hand just flops against him.

“‘s okay, LT,” she says sluggishly, head tilting towards his chin. “You’re good. Safe. ‘s okay.” She manages to clamp a hand in his vest. “We’re okay.”

There’s a hand cupping her cheek, shaking her violently to wake her, but it’s like lead has filled every pore of her body, sinking her consciousness down with it.

Price had asked him why he’d turned her down. Knew better than most on how to read Ghost, that the soldier had taken a liking to the newest young member.

“She’s barely able to look at you, let alone talk.” He gave him a knowing look. “Why not take a chance on it, Simon? Why not let yourself be happy?”

Ghost doesn’t do happy. Maybe once Simon Riley did. “She deserves more. Deserves better than me.”

He stares down at the newbie in his arms, blood still steadily flowing from her back. It’s bad. The shot’s in a bad place. The blood, it’s hot in his hand and he keeps trying to wake her up. She deserves more. She deserves better. She deserves better than to die for someone like him.

But Simon knows, much better than Ghost, we never get to chose who we die for, do we?

Knit him a cute little ghost scarf ahhhhh

Simon found you in the living room with two needles in your hands and a basket of yarn next to you. He could already see what you were working on.

He sat beside you, draping his arm around your shoulder.

“Something for me, love?” Simon asked.

You made a fake, dramatic gasp.

“Simon, I can’t give you a sweater. This one’s for me,” you said.

“Why can’t you?” Simon replied.

“There’s a curse. If you give your significant other a hand knitted sweater, the relationship usually ends,” you explained.

“You can’t believe that,” Simon said, sounding rather amused.

“It happens,” you said. “Which is why this sweater is for me, but you’re welcome to wear it at any moment. Hence the extra, extra large size.”

Simon let out a huff of air, still amused. However, he leaned closer to you and kissed you on the temple.

“Alright,” Simon said. 

You shifted on your seat when Simon did the same in an attempt to move you so that he could sit against the armrest of the sofa and you would sit with your back against his chest.

When you both were positioned comfortably, Simon rested his chin on your shoulder and watched the satisfying knitting movement that you made.

“Let me know if you run out of yarn, I’ll get some more,” Simon said.

“Sure,” you chuckled.

This man makes me wanna (s)cream

Interrogation

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Synopsis: Captured by 141 while working for Hassan, Alejandro leaves you in Ghost's hands to get the answers they need.

Warnings: SMUT to the max. MDNI. Knife play, size kink, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v sex, bondage, spit play, overall a real nasty time.

Your hands tugged against the rope, itching against your naked wrists. Your hands were tied firmly to the arms of a chair. You couldn't see anything, but the small twinkles of light through the knitting of the bag over your head.

You could feel your breath fanning back against your face, chest rising and falling quickly. Your ankles were bound to the legs of the chair, and you shifted uncomfortably. You'd lost track of how long you'd been sitting- your tailbone starting to ache.

You were sure your wrists were raw as you fought your restraints. Still feeling the heavy weight of your vest, you wondered if your captors had forgotten to confiscate your radio. Shifting your jaw, you moved your head to see if you could find it.

A flicker of hope ignited in you when your jaw hit the antenna. Now, it was just a matter of turning it on. You weren't sure your reinforcements would be able to track your location. Being able to communicate with them would be much easier.

You stuck your jaw out again, trying desperately to turn on the right channel- the odds were not in your favour.

Suddenly, a loud clang sounded before you, squeaking of rusted metal, blinding light making you squint, even through the bag.

You heard boots- a lot of them, and suddenly the bag was lifted. You shifted again, letting your eyes adjust to the light, before the door was shut with a loud bang.

The only source of light now, was a single bulb that hung from the ceiling of what appeared to be a shipping container.

You looked around; six, armed men staring back at you. Your heart began to pound. They were well equipped, not shy about their heavy weaponry.

"You're the one they call Y/N?" A Hispanic accent sounded from beside you.

You turned your head, eyes focusing on the tall soldier. You didn't respond, eyes staring him down before he nodded.

"Thought you would decline to speak, hermosa," He said, taking a few steps toward you.

He glanced back at his colleagues, then made eye contact with you.

"You aren't really in a position to deny our help," He enunciated, glancing to your binds.

You still remained quiet, eyes shifting from his to stare at the metal wall behind him. There was nothing but silence, aside from quiet breaths and your heartbeat in your ears. The container creaked when any weight shifted, the soldiers before you antsy to get their answers.

Though you were restrained, you held all the power. The knowledge they were looking for.

"Habla, carajo!" He shouted, his face in yours.

You could see the anger in his eyes; brows furrowed, eyes like glass. Sweat leaked from his pores, dirt settled in the crevices of his skin, lips chapped with the heat.

Your lip twitched, trying your best to control your temper.

"Alejandro," Another man said, gripping his shoulder and pulling him back. Alejandro shook the hand off his arm, pacing for a moment.

Alejandro lifted a hand to his beard, rubbing his palm against the scruff. You heard their quiet whispers, speaking amongst themselves while calculating their next move. You watched it unravel, your gut twisted in knots.

Finally, he turned back to you, having collected himself.

"So be it," He shrugged. "I'll leave you with my hermanos. Soap, Ghost," He said, head nodding in your direction.

Four of the six men exited the shipping container, leaving you with the men you deemed to be Soap and Ghost. Your breathing was a bit shakier now, but you knew you needed to remain calm- unaffected.

You pursed your lips as you exhaled a soft breath, leaning back against the chair. You couldn't reveal Hassan's location; a mantra you repeated in your head.

"Tell us where Hassan is," The man with the Mohawk spoke. A Scottish accent accompanied his words, causing your ears to twitch.

You lifted your chin, tilting your head ever so slightly. He huffed when you stayed silent, letting your fingers tap rhythmically across the arms of the chair.

"We can protect you if things go South, but if you don't speak now, there's no tellin' what he'll do to you," The Scot said, shifting his eyes to the taller, broader man.

The other man, who also decided to stay quiet, was leant against the wall, arms crossed over his utility vest. He wore a mask- a white skull. One foot jutted out to stop him from sliding, his gaze burned holes in your face. You could barely see his eyes from your position, the single bulb offered minimal light.

Your eyes were glued to his frame, finding yourself drawn to his calm, quiet demeanour.

"I'll take my chances," You spoke finally.

The Scot nodded, lifting his arms in a defeated manner.

"Right then- all yours, Ghost," He said, gripping his rifle as he exited the shipping container.

The door slammed behind him, but Ghost stayed put. His eyes didn't budge. He was raking over your body, trying to figure you out- gears were turning in his head.

He kicked off the wall, sauntering toward you, knife unsheathed. The blade touched your throat, and you swallowed. Your heart began to race, looking up into his eyes as he leaned down. He was massive- a mountain of a man. You hated to admit it, but his size intimidated you.

"Speak, now," He ordered. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Your methods aren't very motivating," You said, eyes locked with his.

He hummed in response, the blade digging into your flesh.

"You're not very cooperative," He

"I can be, just not for you or your men," You shot back.

"Suppose you wouldn't be- Hassan pays well."

Your lips pressed together, staring into the black abyss of a man before you.

"This is futile," You said. "You're wasting your time."

"Not surprised you'd say that," He added a bit more pressure to the blade against your neck. "You're talkin' an awful lot now though, ain't you?"

"I have plenty to say- but it won't be what you're looking for. Pain isn't very convincing," Your eyes shifted from his vest to his gaze.

It was like a switch had been flipped, his head cocked every so slightly, like he'd made a sudden discovery.

He pulled the knife away, leaving a nick across your skin. You sucked in a breath through your teeth, arms straining against the rope.

"I can be very convincing," He replied. "Just takes the right touch."

You tilted your head. "What is the right touch, Ghost?" You leaned forward, lips parting as you finished his name.

Your eyes fluttered to his hands as he sheathed his knife and pulled his gloves off. Long, thick fingers, decorated with strong veins that pulsed down the back of his hand. You swallowed.

He leaned closer, hand now gripping your thigh. You tried not to focus on the way it felt- the way his biceps and hands looked. Your eyes travelled up, spotting an assortment of tattoos. You could feel saliva pool in your mouth, womb burning with a sudden desire. You wanted to give your head a shake- he was the enemy. He was going to torture you.

He could nearly squeeze your entire leg in one hand- it made your stomach drop. You dragged your eyes from his place on your leg, to find his eyes. Dark brown- nearly black.

"Only good girls get to find out, sweetheart," He said, eyes unmoving.

Your blood felt like it had run cold, the only warmth settling between your thighs. Your pussy clenched as he called you sweetheart. You wanted to cross your legs, find some sort of relief. Your eyes scoured up and down his tall frame, taking in the thickness of his thighs, the way he shifted his weight and his broad shoulders swayed. You hated the way you'd fall to your knees for him, if he asked. But there was no way in hell you'd deliver him to Hassan.

"I haven't been a good girl?" You raised a brow, nearly scoffing.

"Not in the slightest- otherwise, you'd tell me where I can find Hassan."

"I think Hassan would take issue with me disclosing his whereabouts. He's a very private person."

"That's too bad. I can tell you're wet already- was looking forward to feelin' it myself," Ghost said, standing before you. His hand reached out, the faint touch of his fingertips trailing up your clothed thigh, resting his fingers just above your pussy.

The unexpected turn from pressing a knife to your throat to his fingers ghosting your groin nearly had you speechless.

Deciding to call his bluff, you played into his new method of torture.

"You still can," You answered, thighs spreading.

You were reminded of your restraints, ankles stopped from moving any further. He removed his hand.

"Ah- then how would I get what I need?" He asked, head tilting.

"You'll get what you need. And more," You said, face stoic as you gauged his reaction.

He came closer, squatting down before you. He was nearly the same height as you now. Your lips just barely curled into a smirk, watching him 'tsk' as he shook his head.

"Now you're just bein' cheeky," He said. "Won't get you anywhere, sweetheart."

His hand reached out to your ankle, warmth radiating through his hand. He dragged his hand up your calf, inner thigh, letting his palm cup your pussy. You held back a gasp- he clearly wasn't bluffing. Your cheeks burned red, body festering with heat. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to feel about the foreign territory you'd just entered.

He tucked his fingers in a bit, seam of your pants hitting your clit. You fought the urge to let out a deep sigh. Your body was so touch starved, you couldn't remember the last time a man made you orgasm. You sucked in a deep breath through your nose, determined to push past the facade of sexual gratification he'd created.

"Sure seems like it is," You said, a bit less confident now.

"Feels good now, doesn't it?" He said quietly. He leaned forward. "'Til I ruin you. Break you in half."

"That sounds quite enticing," You sighed, trying to maintain your cold exterior.

"I'm sure it does- you ain't a good girl."

You could feel the wetness drip from your pussy, you were sure it was nearly soaking the seat of your combat pants. Thank God for camo.

"Humour me," You spat.

"I'm afraid that's a negative," He sighed. "Looks like I'll be havin' to resort to other methods."

He gripped your vest, pulling it open on your chest, tugging it up and off your body. You gasped, his hands not quite finished as they ripped your button-up open. You couldn't help but clench your teeth.

He watched your breasts spill over your bra with every breath, chest expanding rapidly. You clenched your jaw even harder, chewing at your cheek.

"Knew you weren't a good girl," He whispered. "You get off on bein' manhandled?" He asked.

You bit down on your cheek, sure you'd drawn blood, eyes half-open as you contained yourself.

His knife made another appearance, the tip landing on your neck, softly tracing its way down to your right breast, gently prodding at the tissue. Your deep, rapid breaths pushed the skin of your breast into the knife, and the small sting made you lift your chin. Ghost stuck the blade beneath the fabric of your bra, ripping it with ease. He discarded it in the dark recesses of the container.

You groaned softly, hands balled into fists as your fingernails dug into your palms. You shut your eyes, nostrils flaring.

"Suppose you'll need to learn to be a good girl," He said, his hand reaching out to fondle your breasts.

Your head fell back again, neck exposed as you tried to fight how good it felt- how badly you needed him. His fingertips grazed over your nipples, erect in the cold of the room.

You were tired. Physically, your back was aching from your seated position, body taken a beating from every mission you'd been on in the last month.

Mentally, you needed sleep. You hadn't felt good in a long time. You needed a release, a hiatus from thinking and acting. Your head fell, eyes darting from the floor to his boots. Exhaustion having taken its toll, you no longer had the willpower to resist. So you gave in, and dove headfirst into the dark abyss.

"Teach me," You whispered, eyes meeting with his.

He nearly chuckled, hands still cupping your breasts. He offered a quick pinch of your nipples, making you suck in a harsh breath.

"Receptive," He drawled. "Maybe we can make somethin' of you yet."

You nodded, body tense against your restraints as he let his fingers trail down your stomach. He yanked your belt from the loops of your pants, and would've pulled you out of the chair had it not been for the ropes tying you down.

Letting it clank to the floor, he pulled open your pants, yanking them off your thighs. They pooled around your ankles, leaving you overexposed in the dim room.

He stepped back, looking over your form- breasts exposed, blouse hanging off your shoulders. Your black panties clung to your pussy, wetness leaking through the cotton.

"You look good, sweetheart. I'm sure my men would love a look at a sweet lil' thing like you," He quipped, leaning forward to speak directly into your ear. "They ain't had pussy in ages. Would you let 'em use you?"

Your eyes opened in shock. Your cheeks flushed, the imagery sent even more warmth to your clit, tilting your hips as you grew uncomfortable with the ache between your thighs.

"You like that?" He asked, exhaling a breath of disbelief.

You couldn't help but nod, body betraying you.

"Use your words," He said suddenly, a hand coming forward to grip your cheeks. His hand squished the apples of your cheeks, puckering your lips.

"Yes," You breathed out.

"Yes what?" He replied.

"Sir," You answered. "Yes, Sir."

He left a soft slap on your cheek, nodding.

"You're learnin'," He nodded. "Won't be long now."

You breathed deeply as he rid himself of the vest, the mask covering his balaclava. Even in his shirt, you could tell he had toned muscles. Your pussy fluttered.

"Could do this all night," He said aloud, sauntering toward you, before circling you like prey.

You stared straight forward, not daring to look back at him, waiting with anticipation as he stood behind you. His hands made contact with your neck first, sliding down slowly, resting on your breast. Your breathing picked up, body jolting when he pinched your nipple. He continued his endeavour, running down to your panties. He groaned when he made contact, wetness seeping through.

"Christ," He muttered. "Wet already?" He scoffed. "I knew it."

His fingers dug into your pussy, circling your clit. You went to lift your hands up, when they were stopped by the rope, and you groaned in frustration.

"You just sit back, sweetheart. Lesson's only just startin'."

You let out a shaky breath, writhing beneath his touch. His fingers were talented, the friction of your panties on your clit had you moaning aloud. Your breath hitched in your throat, grinding your hips against his hand. You felt a slap against your pussy, gasping softly. Your thighs shut around his hand.

"Don't move," He warned, eyes stern as he looked at you.

You nodded.

He cocked his head, expectantly staring at you.

"Yes, Sir."

"Better," He mumbled.

He continued his torture, and you fought every instinct to ride his fingers. Your moans escaped without shame, body quivering under his touch. He rubbed a bit harder now, watching you with hungry eyes as you threw your head back.

Your stomach tensed, climax teetering back and forth as he circled your clit, hard and fast. Just when he felt your thighs clench, he removed his hand. Your orgasm died, pussy practically vibrating. You groaned, frustration settling in your chest.

"Only good girls get to cum, sweetheart."

You opened your mouth to protest, your furrowed brows conveying your anger.

"That's- I was-"

"Shut the fuck up before I find another use for that mouth," He scolded you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body revealing the flame of desire that lit up your womb.

"Just- please, I need-"

"You're just beggin' for me to fill your mouth," He scoffed, standing off to the side as you jumped against your restraints. "You wanna suck this cock?"

You stopped, eyes slowly lifting to meet his.

"Not sure I'll let you, that filthy mouth's been runnin' this whole time. Not sure you've quite learned your lesson."

"Please," You whined. Your eyes widened, brows drawing together as you pleaded with him. "Please, Sir."

"You sound so sweet," He drawled. "Ask me nicely."

His hands moved to his belt, pulling the leather from the clasp, metal colliding as it fell against his pants.

"Please, Sir, let me suck your cock," Your cheeks were flushed, mostly with desire, but the humiliation of begging to taste him added to it.

"There's a good girl," He stepped closer, pulling his cock from his briefs.

It was large, bigger than the outline you'd managed to see in his pants. Your eyes must've widened.

"Open your mouth."

As he neared, you smelled gasoline and gunpowder. A tinge of sweat, just enough to make your mouth water. It only reminded you he was a man's man, tough and seasoned with war-primal- and your pussy jumped.

You did as he said, letting your tongue rest on your bottom teeth as he slid his cock in your mouth. You groaned as he pushed all the way back, hitting your uvula, then receded. You gagged, sucking in a gasp of air.

"Fuck," He grunted. "Mouth is much better like this."

You didn't speak, eyes poring into his as his hands gripped the ponytail you wore. He held you still, his hips thrusting quickly in your mouth. Even through multiple gags, he did relent, growls bubbling front the back of his throat. He pulled out and you sucked in a deep breath, saliva trailing from his tip, connecting to your mouth.

He didn't wait long, stuffing himself between your lips, relentlessly pushing his cock further down your throat. Your eyes watered, throat and nose burning.

He paused, waiting for you to put in the work instead. You breathed through your nose, heart racing at the rush of oxygen. Your tongue licked the underside of him, cheeks hollowing as you suctioned your lips around him. You sucked harshly, moving your head to try and take his whole length.

"Atta girl," He said, jutting his hips forward. His hands clasped together behind his back.

You looked up at him again, watching his head gently sway, sucking in a breath every so often. Your throat closed around the head of his cock, squeezing gently. He grunted in response.

"So pretty like this," He said.

His hand reached down, gripping your cheeks.

"You're pretty, ain't you sweetheart? Mouth full of my cock," He shook your jaw back and forth, hand leaving a soft slap against your cheek.

You moaned on his cock, thighs rubbing together as the saliva dripped from your lips, the vulgar sounds of spit echoing around you.

"Enough o' that," He said, pulling his cock from your mouth. "Time to talk."

He zipped his pants back up, moving between your thighs. He stuck one finger between your pussy and your panties, yanking up harshly. Your pussy swallowed the cotton, and you let out a gasp as he tugged it against your clit.

His blade ripped through the soft fabric. He left your panties under you, moving back behind you. He didn't take his time, and instead he let his fingers drop to your clit.

You moaned, finally finding relief as his fingers worked your sensitive bud. You remembered to stay still, panting every so slightly as he took your clit between two fingers and tugged.

He dipped even further, two fingers sliding inside you with ease. Your mouth dropped, pussy clenching around him as he drove them even further in.

"You're just drippin'," He groaned.

You could hardly focus, the callouses of his fingers adding more stimulation to your insides when he began to curl them against the rough patch in you. His lips were beside your ear now, leaning down, speaking in a level tone.

"You're doin' yourself a disservice, sweetheart. Best to let us handle Hassan from here."

He gripped your ponytail with his other hand, tugging your head back to look at him. Your mouth gaped, plump lips teasing him.

"Let me cum, I'll tell you whatever you want," You gasped, mouth glistening with spit.

His thumb began to rub against your clit, and you whimpered softly, body jerking as you neared your climax.

"You've been listenin'," He sounded impressed. "I expect you'll be singin' my praises in no time."

You prayed he'd let you finish this time- you'd done well enough to deserve it. You whined on his fingers, panting as he kept your neck at the uncomfortable angle. Your lips stayed parted, looking up at him with desperation.

He broke his grasp, lifting the balaclava enough to expose his lips and nose.

"Open," He commanded. "Wider."

You opened your mouth wider, breathing heavily. He let a string of spit fall from his mouth, dripping into yours. Your tongue swirled it around your mouth, the burn in your womb beginning to spread to your clit.

"Swallow," He said.

You did as he asked, and he groaned.

"Good girl," He whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Go on, cum on my fingers."

You exhaled loudly, relief flooding through you as you clenched down on his fingers, body shaking until you bared down, unintentionally squirting over his palm.

He groaned, the warm liquid flooding his fingers, adding to the creamy sounds of your pussy that rung in his ears. He could've cum right then and there.

"Fuckin' hell," He grunted, allowing you to catch your breath, releasing your head.

He pulled his fingers from your core, they were drenched. A white ring around his knuckles, glistening in the light, a web formed between his fingers.

You were sure you were flushed all over, heart racing, cheeks reddened.

"Anything to tell me?" He asked.

You stayed quiet, eyes narrowed as you tried to recover.

"I don't mind fuckin' it out of you," He spat. "Bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Think you can handle this cock?" He asked, unzipping his pants.

"Yes Sir," You said quickly, leaning forward in your seat.

"Make a move, I'll have to further restrain you," He warned.

At that point, your instinct was not to run. You wanted to obey, feel the pleasures he had to offer.

He cut the ropes on your ankles, and one wrist.

"Get up," he ordered. You listened. "Up," He said. "On your knees."

You did the best you could, lifting your knees to the seat of the chair, which was slippery with your cum and sweat.

His palm slapped against your ass, and you gasped as the sting radiated through your body.

"Head down," His hand gripped your neck, pressing you down to the arm of the chair where your wrist was still bound.

You heard his pants come down further, and peeked over your shoulder to see his cock, hard. He ran his hand up and down his length, and you felt the nudge of his tip against your pussy. You shut your eyes, relishing in the chills of anticipation. Your ankles crossed, arching your back for him.

He pushed himself inside, bottoming out in one fell swoop. You heard him moan from behind you. He listened to the sounds of your wet pussy, hugging his cock like it was made for him.

"God," You moaned, fingers gripping the chair with white knuckles.

"He ain't here sweetheart," Ghost muttered. "You wanna call for someone, say my name."

You nodded, "Yes Sir."

You screwed your eyes shut, as Ghost picked up his speed. Cock thrusting into you as his hips hit your ass. His hands came down to grip your waist, using it as leverage to go deeper.

"This pussy is tight," He groaned, hunching over your body. "I might just break you in half," He said.

"Please," You whispered.

The chair rocked with Ghost's thrusts, but his grip kept you steady. You weren't concerned about falling, only focused on the impending climax.

His hand moved to grip your throat, lifting you to his chest while he thrusted into you. He stepped his left leg up, camo-print-covered thigh tucked against your own, and a muddy combat boot resting right beside your calf as he had you flush with his body. You let out a harsh groan as he now had even better access to your core, thrusting with ease.

"Play with your pussy," He ordered.

You let your free hand roam down, running over your clit while his cock scraped against the soft lining of your insides. You moaned even louder, body shaking in his grip. The hand around your throat squeezed, your moans becoming breathier as you gasped for air. He'd allow you a moment of relief, before squeezing down again. Your pussy clenched, contracting around his cock as your orgasm drew near.

His hands were everywhere- your throat, waist, and breasts. He took note of your pussy squeezing him, lifting the flesh of your ass to dig deeper inside you. You let your head fall back to his shoulder, lips parting with your rapid breaths.

"You wanna cum on this cock, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Y-yes Sir," You cried.

"Where's Hassan?" He asked, low and rough in your ear.

You stifled a sob, head falling to his shoulder. He slapped your hand out of the way, letting his fingers dig into your clit.

"Tell me, sweetheart. I'll keep this pretty face safe," He grunted.

Your mind was going a mile a minute. He could've easily tortured you- painfully, of course. He could've killed you. Yet, he was offering a safe place, shelter from Hassan. You were a bit skeptical, having been burned before, but he hadn't done anything untrustworthy while you were restrained.

You wondered if Hassan would show you the same mercy, knowing you'd just been captured. He didn't like his soldiers caught up in the middle- he eliminated any loose ends. You were a foot soldier; disposable. You knew your best shot at survival was to give in. Tell Ghost where he'd gone. You trusted that he'd keep you safe.

"Chicago," You cried. "He left, he's in Chicago."

"Good girl," He groaned again. "Pussy is so wet," He breathed, stirring your insides while he rubbed your clit. "Go on, cum for me, sweetheart."

You didn't need any other incentive, and your abdomen tensed as you went rigid, your orgasm rippling through you, waves enveloping your body. Your pussy drenched his cock, and you let out a strangled exhale, collapsing against the back of the chair.

"Fuck me," He cursed. "Good girl, showerin' my cock. How sweet," He cooed.

Your heart was pounding, pussy sensitive as he still pounded into you.

"Nearly there, love," He groaned. "Where d'ya want it?"

"Inside," You panted. "Inside me, Sir."

He grunted in response, unloading himself inside your pussy, thrusting a few times after to make sure it stuck, coated your insides the way he wanted.

"Keep it in there," He whispered in your ear. You nodded softly.

Slowly, he pulled out, tucking himself away in his briefs, then his pants.

"Here," He said gruffly, lending you his jacket to cover yourself with.

He leaned down, slicing the rope with his knife.

"Get dressed, we're goin' after Hassan."

When he exited, you heard exclamations, his teammates asking what happened and why it was so loud, if you were still standing. Your lips curled into a smile, buttoning your blouse and yanking your pants back over your thighs and ass.

You felt his cum leak out of you, and wore it like a medal of honour as you walked out of the shipping container, into the pack of wolves.

Brain go brrrrrr

ghost x fem. reader w big tiddies 😨

genre: smut, teasing, use of names like slut, tittie fucking, ghost is BIG 😟

“c’mon pay up.” Ghost holds out his palm across the board, tongue in cheek. you let out an annoyed groan, slapping some monopoly money into his calloused hand. You cross your legs under the coffee table, resting your arms on the edge. He chuckles softly as he collects your money and placed another red hotel piece on the board under his property. You sit there with a few single bills left, and only 1 property to your name.

Your eyes start to wander, landing on his thick, muscular arms flexing as he leans back on his hands watching you take your turn. Deciding enough is enough, you take off your sweater, revealing your loose comfy bra, hanging low on your breasts. His eyes immediately dart to your cleavage, licking his lips.

“If you think you can distract me with those…beautiful tits…” his breathing gets heavier.

“You’re wrong.” He adds, sitting up straight and clearing his throat.

“Oh yeah? Let’s just see how long you can last without touching me…” You bat your eyes at him, leaning forward slightly to let your tits press up against the table. You see his adam’s apple shift, fighting the urge to cover your soft skin with hickies. You roll the dice and take your turn, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. The dice rolls a 12, which means your piece moves to his side of the board.

You sit up, kneeling, as you lean over the table, your breasts grazing over the board. Ghost sits up, leaning into you. He hooks his index finger in the middle of your bra, between your breasts, tugging on it even lower. Your nipples barely peek out, making him let out a soft groan.

“Lasted only a few seconds, Lieutenant…” You whisper, your lips mere centimeters away from one another.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart…” He mumbles, reaching over to grab your entire body and pulling you onto the floor underneath him on the rug. You yelp out, hearing the game board slide off the table, the pieces and money flying off with it. He crashes his lips onto yours, groaning deeply as his hands massage your tits.

Your fingertips graze his hair as he moves lower, your bra suddenly nowhere to be found. His lips latch onto your nipple, toying with it with his tongue. He comes up for air for a moment, his chin covered in his own saliva.

“Simon…” you whine out. He wipes his chin with the back of his hand

“Push those tits together for me slut, lemme fuck ‘em.” He adds, helping you up onto your knees.

You oblige, squeezing your tits together as his cock finds itself between the soft flesh, you can feel him throbbing as you look down at his leaking tip.

He pushes his hips back and forth throwing his head back at the warm feeling. His eyes land on the full length mirror on the opposite wall of the living room. He grabs your jaw and turns your head towards it.

“See that? Look at what a good girl you’re being f’me ” He coos, slamming his hips further. You have to admit, seeing yourself on your knees in front of Ghost like this makes him look so big.

“God, these fuckin’ tits are gonna be the end of me.” He groans, feeling him close to his high.

“You gonna fuck me now, Riley?” You pout, knowing he’d give in. “want you so bad.” He pauses his movements, pushing you onto your back. He looks over at the mirror, watching your legs wrap around his waist as his cock meets your entrance.

“That’s my girl.”