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I just recently found your blog and am in love with everything about it You are a very talented writer and I look forward to your post so I was wondering what you think it would be like sharing a bed with ghost

I Swear I Asked For Two

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Fluff; The Classic 'One-Bed' Trope

She freezes when he turns with her, a strong arm banding around her middle, holding her in place. "You gonna make me hold you in place?"

Bless whoever's up there for the dark because her face is burning.

"Would love that, actually." She mutters to herself before she can reign the impulsiveness in.

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"Don't hurt me." Raises her hands in surrender, taking an exaggerated step away from him as the door to their room clicks shut behind them. "I swear I asked for two."

Ghost, bloody and dirty and exhausted, runs a hand down his balaclava-covered face, dropping his bag somewhere near the wall behind him. "Better than the floor." Is all he manages.

Once she's sure she's not in any mortal danger, she shoves back her bag next to him and kneels down, rifling through it. "Wash up first, L.T. I'll go after." There's no response but he must agree because he goes off wordlessly, a testament to how he must be just as exhausted as she was.

12 days. 12 days they had been trekking through this rural town trying to track down a target. The man had infiltrated their chain of command and had been feeding crucial information to the enemy for over a month, information that had led to quite a few of their operations being compromised. Needless to say, once he was found out he had ran in the middle of the night.

A slippery bastard.

Long stretches of land, a lot of camping out and surveying the area. Days and days of hunting this man until he was finally caught. Secured with the unit that had been traveling with them, they'd relinquished their target and been ordered to wait for exfil the next day.

Until then...well, this shady motel would have to do for the night.

They're lucky they were near a town and not in one of the long stretches between them, that much she's grateful for. Even if she didn't completely trust the room's ceiling to cave in while they were sleeping.

Stains on the walls she doesn't want to think about, cracks in the ceiling, and of course, the one queen sized bed pushed back to the far wall.

The bed.

Truthfully she doesn't know how she managed to keep her voice steady before. Her stomach was rolling at the thought of having to share a bed with him. With Ghost. With Simon.

He was...well, she thought he was extraordinary. Capable, brave, and funny in his own way. It hadn't taken long for her to develop some sort of a crush on him.

And now she was supposed to bunk down for a night with him? On that bed? Alone?

She shakes her head, focusing on rifling through her pack to find a spare set of clothes. They'd slept in worse conditions before, this was no big deal.

No big deal at all.

She curses as she finds her other pair of clothes filthy, mud staining the fabric. She'd forgotten about how she had to use them already after an unsavoury encounter with one of the locals.

"Something wrong?" She jumps at the deep voice, head snapping up to see him.

His hands are stripped of his gloves, his tactical vest off and away. A soft t-shirt takes its place, along with sweatpants that she has to make a conscious effort to tear her gaze away from.

This simply wasn't fair. It's like he's making this whole situation ten times harder for her on purpose.

"Negative." She says instead, standing up. "I'll have to make do with these clothes, forgot my spares were filthy." He studies her in that silent way for a beat, before he leans down and rummages through his pack.

Leaving him to do whatever, she pushes open the bathroom door while wondering how quickly her clothes would dry if she ran them under the tap-

"Here."

Ghost holds out a spare shirt to her. Plain black.

His.

"What?" It takes a second for her mind to catch up.

He cocks an eyebrow. "You're filthy. I'd rather not sleep next to someone who smells like shit."

The insult draws an indignant bark of a laugh from her, "I don't stink." She exclaims, snatching the shirt from his grip. "Not as bad as you do."

"Tell yourself that." He deadpans, but she swears she can see a hint of an amused smirk beneath his mask when she slams the door in his face.

Muttering to herself, she cleans up before slipping the shirt on. It's obviously large on her, just skimming the bottom of her thighs. It smells like him, something so distinct and familiar it makes her relax on instinct.

It's a wonder what good a hot shower can do for you.

Ghost is already stretched out on the mattress when she emerges from the room. He spares her a glance, and she visibly sees something like muted interest snap into his eyes even despite his lack of words.

She'd be lying if something in her doesn't preen at the way his eyes subtly follow her across the room.

Neither of them exchange a word as she slips into the covers next to him. Both of them barely fit on the mattress, but neither having the energy to complain. They don't brush against each other but if she shifted they'd definitely touch.

The room was secure, they'd done a thorough sweep and checked the doors and window, all the locks and for cameras. Nothing of interest, so they allowed themselves to let their guard down.

"Sharp 05:00 tomorrow, Sergeant." He says into the dark.

"Copy." She stifles a yawn and they fall into silence.

His heat is unbearable. She can't push the thought out of his mind, the knowledge that he's right there, a fingertip's distance away. She can hear his steady, quiet breath, almost taunting her.

Despite her exhaustion, she stays awake, turning onto her side away from him hoping that the movement would dislodge the thought from her mind. She needed sleep, needed to relax but isn't that impossible with how all she needs to do is lean back a little to touch him-

She huffs silently, turns onto her back again, rustling the sheets.

No, this was bad. Her body's tired but her mind and heart are racing. Traitors.

She shifts onto her side again-

"Fucking hell, will you stay still?" He rumbles, startling her. The gravelly, tired voice shoots straight to her head and if she were standing she's sure she'd have to grab onto something to stay upright.

She mumbles out an apology. "Can't sleep. Little chilly, isn't it?" She bluffs.

When he stays silent, she thinks he may have just accepted the answer. Letting out a shaky exhale, she turns again-

She freezes when he turns with her, a strong arm banding around her middle, holding her in place. "You gonna make me hold you in place?"

Bless whoever's up there for the dark because her face is burning.

"Would love that, actually." She mutters to herself before she can reign the impulsiveness in. Her body stiffens when she hears her own voice, and she's ready to spring up and apologise, tell him she didn't mean to make him uncomfortable, ready to banish herself to sleep on the floor.

But then Ghost hums.

His hand starts to drift. She swallows as he traces a slow path down to where his shirt's hem is, toying with the fabric between his fingers.

Dream, this must be a dream-

He tugs her backward into him, into his warmth and his soothing scent and something about it has her going completely boneless. It felt...comforting. Felt nice to be held. Ghost takes to tracing small circles into her skin, soothing and repetitive. "Relax." He orders, albeit with less of a push.

A shiver runs down her spine as she feels his breath fan over the back of his neck. The bastard notices too, if for the way his chest rumbles with a chuckle.

There's no way Ghost doesn't feel her heart pounding against him.

Maybe it was the comfort of the dark that makes the both of them so bold, but she takes in a shaky breath and reaches for his hand, stilling it in place with her own. They stay like that for a moment, and suddenly the silence isn't as unbearable.

Eventually, her breathing evens out, her eyes become heavy and she finds the tension draining out of her. Nothing would happen to her here, she didn't have to worry about anything right now. Just sleep. Just sleep and the warmth that enveloped her, and why the hell was he so warm and why does she want more of it?

Right before she lets the lull of sleep pull her under, she mumbles a whisper of thanks to him.

She doesn't think she imagines the content sound he lets out in response.

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(2/09/2023)

𝒲𝐸𝐿𝒞𝒪𝑀𝐸, 𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒯𝐿𝐸 𝒟𝒪𝒱𝐸 ˑ༄

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ― 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴.

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 ― 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦.

𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵.

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌❝ 𝑅𝐸𝒮𝐼𝒟𝐸𝒩𝒯 𝐸𝒱𝐼𝐿 𝑀𝒜𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯 ❞ .. ❝ 𝒞𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝒪𝐹 𝒟𝒰𝒯𝒴 𝑀𝒜𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯 ❞

.... @frogchiro YOU'RE MY POOKIE NOW. <3 [Also may i request a MLM fanfic? if not that's perfectly fine Schatzi :3]

I've been thinking about this since yesterday so...how about college loser!König who by sheer luck and awkward charm bagged you, the sweet, 'girl next door' of the campus. To this day König can't believe his lucky stars and wonders how did a nerdy loser like him, all lean height and awkward long limbs, got you to call his girlfriend :(

He still doesn't know if it was his extensive knowledge of fantasy media, the Roman Empire, guns or Legos but the way your eyes shone up at him with all the love he could only ever wish for before is enough to make him blush down his neck and his stupidly large cock harden in his pants.

He remembers the first time you allowed him to stick his tip inside, and only his tip because you wanted to tease him, and he came just like that with a whiny roar as he felt his swollen tip pulse and spurt out all his backed up cum inside you as you giggled, caressed his tummy and called him your good boy and how happy you are that you made him feel this good♡

Since then your relationship only grew and König was feral for his adorable gf, his cock felt like it was chubbying up all the time whenever he saw you in your shared dorm ans he never passed the opportunity to hump you and whine into your ear about how much he needs you ans loves you. However, he is still a pervert deep inside, a loser one at that, and when you're out with your girlfriends and he gets horny, König pulls up some trashy hentai with the heroine looking suspiciously like you as he faps to it :(

Imagine that one time you returned earlier than anticipated and you almost called out to your boyfriend but remained silent because you heard his whines and the slick sounds of him jerking off in your room so you silently creeped up wkth a smirk on your face and watched the spectacle of König with tears streaking down his cheeks, his hand on his large, painfully hard cock as he thrusts his hips up to chase the feeling as he continues to watch the heroine's bouncing boobs gettinf shoved right into the screen.

You're not even upset, you know that your lovely loser is a horndog and while you know that he would never in his life betray you, sometimes he can't help himself and jerk off to some trashy hentai...so you silently stroll over and wrap your arms around his broad shoulder and before he can jump away, shut his laptop in shame and start apologizing you whisper into his ear to 'finish what he started', if he's so far gone to be a nasty creep that couldn't even wait for his gf to return to fuck her, then he should finish now right? :/

Imagine König becoming extra whiny and pathetic, apologies spewing out from his mouth as he continues to jerk off and even has the balls to ask for you to help him but you just giggle and tell him that he surely doesn't need it! He has that hentai still on and he should just use that!

He ends up cumming so hard he almost passed out, the thick seed landing on his belly along with that thick cock still pulsing, even his balls were jerking with how much sperm he was pumping out as he babbled regrets that it's not your precious pussy he blew his load in </3