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you try and fake an orgasm with Simon (based off this post)

when you and Simon fuck, it's always passionate. he refuses to give you anything less than his all, sucking on your clit and pumping your cunt full with his fingers, curling them just like he knows you go crazy for. and it's divine. it brings you nirvana just to slam you right back into your body with its tingling nerves and fizzing skin. he always says the sweetest things, mumbling about how perfect you are, how he can't get enough of you, caressing your body like its a marble statue of a forgotten goddess he can't stop mumbling the name of.

nothing's changed about his love. not his lips on your skin or his cock shoved into your cunt, metal piercings stimulating that spongy spot inside of you. you should be clenching around him, crying out like a bitch in heat, but all the intense emotions that you know should be there are muted. all that pleasure is watered down by some other insidious emotion that's severed that delicious connection that should be there between you and Simon.

still, despite that pit in your stomach eating up that tasty stimulation, you perform. he pulls countless moans from your lips, has your fingers digging into the tense muscle of his shoulders, and yet you are nowhere close to finishing. it feels like you're so far from an orgasm that you've never once experienced it in your entire life. but Simon's been going for so long, pushing all the right buttons in all the right ways, getting you so close to your release and yet so far from it. perspiration sits heavily along his hairline, wetting his hair and making it stick to his forehead in small clumps.

you're taking too long. he's never cummed before you before, Simon's always prioritized your pleasure before his, and the poor man is basically edging himself and has been for what feels like eternity. hushed words always fall from his mouth like a saccharine waterfall when he's close, and he hasn't stopped muttering praise after praise into your ear.

"so fuckin' beautiful, takin' me so well, aren't 'cha?"

when his thumb begins its gentle massage on your clit, you almost cry. it feels so good, but it's tantalizing, promising you the release you desperately crave and yet can't seem to obtain. utter torture. and Simon's watching you through heavy lidded eyes, eager to watch you come undone, and it's all too much. so you arch your back with a desperate pornographic moan while your eyes screw shut in feigned ecstasy. and it's terribly pathetic, pitiful even, but it's all you have. one stupid, paltry faked orgasm.

Simon's movements cease. the pumping of his cock in your cunt, his swirling thumb on your clit; everything. your panting mixes with his in some dull harmony as he leans forward, hands resting on either side of your head while his body hovers over yours.

"sweetheart... what was that?"

all the moisture is sapped from your mouth the moment that question leaves Simon's lips. your current position is terribly vulnerable. stark naked with your boyfriend between your legs and his dick nestled deep inside of you; you couldn't get more exposed than that. however that question made things all the more daunting.

"w... what do you mean?" you ask, unsure if your voice is unsteady because of your exhaustion or anxiety.

"that just now," he explains. "are you tryin' to fake it?"

all you can do is lay there and stare up at him, eyes as wide as saucers and growing with moisture by the second. white hot shame burns through you, searing through your chest and stomach to the point where you feel like you'll be sick. you don't know what to say. lie further, or fess up and tell the truth? instead, you take the secret third option that is bursting into tears.

as soon as the tears fall from your face Simon has you wrapped up in his arms within the instant. no longer inside of you, he makes it so that both of you are lying on your sides, facing one another as you bury your face in his chest. he shushes you, tries to comfort you as he smooths a hand over your head but all you can do is apologize.

"talk to me, sweetheart," he urges, "what's goin' on?"

snot runs thick and heavy in your nose, forcing you to sniffle and nearly choke on the sensation, and still you keep your face hidden away.

"i'm sorry, i just- i just can't. it feels nice but i just can't finish and i was taking too long and, and i just- i don't know-"

"hey, s'alright," he coos, "these things happen sometimes. you just gotta let me know what's goin' on, yeah?"

"i know, i'm sorry," you sniffle.

"nothin' to be sorry about," he assures you. "there's nothin' in the world that you could say to me that would make me mad at you, love. if somethin' isn't workin' for you, i wanna know, yeah?"

all you can do is nod your head in response to him, and he places a firm kiss against the crown of your head. he holds you for a while longer before pulling away so he can sit up. you wipe any remaining tears off of your face as you watch him slip out of bed before holding his arms out towards you.

"c'mon, let's get you cleaned up," he says.

still sniffling, you sit up in bed and stare up at him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "but... what about you?"

equally as confused, Simon leans forward and takes your hands into his as he helps you off the bed. "what about me?"

"you... didn't get to finish," you say meekly.

"yeah, neither did you."

his tone left no room for argument, and you're already halfway out of the bedroom by the time you fully comprehend just what he meant. but it doesn't take long before you forget all about it. you're in the bath and Simon's washing away all the shame and embarrassment from your body. his hands scrub your body clean, and he kisses away the thoughts that plague your mind until you're full of so much love you forget all about what had you upset in the first place.

Be My Valentine

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader for @soapsgf in @'bunnyreaper's valentine's day fic exchange!! hope you enjoy, love <3

You’re playing with the satin straps of the lace set you have on when you hear the jiggling of the lock in the front door. Head whipping to the hallway, you quickly run and grab one of Simon's t-shirts, throwing it on and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Sweetheart?” Simon’s voice echoes in the hall as he sets down his keys and leans down to untie his boots. “I’m back from the store.” “I’m here!” You call back, still distracted as you fiddle with the hem of the shirt, nervously waiting for your boyfriend to come in the door. You hear Simon’s heavy steps as he walks down the hall and into your shared bedroom. His eyes widen as he sees you dressed in his t-shirt, your bare legs giving the impression that you’re wearing nothing underneath. You approach him, hands moving to cup his face as you give him a soft smile. “Hey”, you breathe, noticing the way his hands ghost your sides, feeling his cock strains in his jeans as you press against him.

"What's all this, hmm?" He asks, feigning nonchalance as you not-so-subtly press your tits against his chest. "Is it my birthday or something?"

"No", you laugh a little and lean up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. “It's for being the best boyfriend ever. Happy Valentine’s Day, Simon."

“Happy Valentine’s Day to me indeed", he says, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. His eyes are dark with arousal as he sets you both on the sheets, leaning over you and sliding his hand under the shirt.

He freezes as he feels the soft lace you’re wearing underneath, and moves to slowly tug the shirt up and over your head, revealing the red lingerie you’re wearing. It perfectly accentuates your figure, the lace cupping your breasts and leaving very little to the imagination. “Do you like it?” You ask a little nervously, and Simon’s eyes flicker up to yours. You blush as you see the heat in his gaze.

“Like it?” He says lowly, tugging on the lace. You gasp as he snaps the elastic on your ass, watching as red blooms on your skin. “Lovie, I’m going to eat you alive.” He slides a hand up your thigh, cupping your pussy and toying with your clit through the fabric. He chuckles darkly as he feels your wetness through the fabric. “Such pretty panties,” he murmurs. “Sweetheart, you’ve already ruined them.”

He wastes no time in tugging his pants and boxers off, sucking air through his teeth as his cock practically springs free. As he moves the skimpy lace out of the way and drags his cock up and down your folds, you swear you could cum right then and there. A breathy whine catches in your throat as he slides into you, setting a pace that makes your eyes almost roll back in your head. “Look at you, sweetheart,” Simon groans, watching the way his cock disappears into your cunt. “Didn’t even need to prep you, you’re so fucking wet.” His voice, rough strained as he thrusts into you, sends a blazing heat down your spine as he leans down to press gentle kisses in your hair. “So sweet to me, so perfect.”

The debauchery of you still half-clothed, the way his words reach into your brain and set a fire in your core, and the feeling of his hands gripping your tits, your waist, your thighs - it's all too much. It takes no time at all for your orgasm to approach, gasps and moans leaving your lips as he angles your hips and goes deeper, harder. “Si, I’m-“ Your voice breaks off in a moan as he reaches down to rub your clit.

“I know lovie, I know,” Simon murmurs, leaning down to kiss you softly and lovingly. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” You whine his name as you tighten around him, back arching as you reach your peak. Simon follows soon after, giving a few more short thrusts before he fills you. You both lay there for a few moments, breathless and panting as his cum leaks out of you.

Once the fog in your mind has abated, you notice that Simon is calling your name, holding you gently against his chest. “Lovie?” He murmurs, and you hum in response. "Happy Valentine's Day." As the two of you lay there on the bed, still partly dressed and shining with sweat, Simon decides that the gifts he bought you can wait. Not when you're still wearing the lace you bought.

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request a Ghost x Top Male reader, its been a rough week and reader wants to show Simon just how much he loves him. (Maybe some praise kink, breeding kink, lil bit of rough sex?)

Part of me wants to say maybe reader asks Ghost to be his? Like marry him? You can choose

Hello! I love this idea

(If any of my friends can see this, go away seriously if I find out you read this I will block you and die ☹️)

Sub!Ghost X Dom!male reader, Ghost is a bottom, reader is a top, praise kink, somewhat rough, Ghost is having a hard time so reader decides to help him out, pre-established relationship, NSFW, swearing, handjobs, anal, gay relationship, kinda my first time writing smut? I hope this is ok, doggy-style, mentions of marriage, fluffy smut, breeding kink??/creampie

The past week had been hard for Ghost, missions where getting even more exhausting than usual, even his casual banter with Soap was irritating.

He knew he was getting burnt out

He hadn’t even had a chance to be with you because you where separated usually on mission, not intentionally you two just worked better with other people when it came to the battlefield

The week was finally over but his emotions where still going haywire due to the missions he was sent on

He always got like this after missions but it was still hard for him

When you two finally managed to get back into each-others arms, you felt the familiar sexual tension between the two of you

This longing to hold each other as close as you can, to connect as one

This eventually lead to now

Ghost was below you, hand over his mouth as your own hand travelled down his bare stomach

You grabbed his hand and held it in your own free one

“No no, I want to hear you” you whispered to him

His breath grew heavier as you said this

Eventually your hand grabbed his length and slowly started stroking it as you watched his face twist into one of pleasure

He moaned lowly as his eyebrows furrowed before turning upwards

His eyelids fluttered for a moment as he looked down to where your hand held his dick, playing with it slowly

Too slowly

He was so sensitive from not being able to even be near you all week

You started to stroke quicker, your heart swelling seeing him melt under your touch

Spreading his pre-cum over his tip, you pulled your hand away and started to shuffle your pants down

“Turn around baby, I want to make you feel good” you murmured to him, just loud enough for him to hear

He slowly turned to lay on his stomach as you softly grabbed his hips and pulled them up

You ran your hand down his back, stroking his spine

His breathing was laboured and his legs shaky

You gingerly inserted yourself into him as you massaged his shoulders to calm him

Eventually you started moving, cooing praises and loving words at him

His hand was gripping the sheets of your bed as you both babbled incoherent words together

You started to pick up your pace as you let your hand travel back down to his dick as you played with it lovingly

“F-fuck, your gonna make me cum, darl’” he stuttered, his voice muffled by the pillow

“Let go for me, please” you almost whined

The sound of skin slapping together, your moans and whines, and the sounds of where you connected filled the room

To any onlooker it would be a lewd scene, a scene of just sex but to you two, it was an act of love

A way you two could show how you made each other feel.

“Ah~ baby I’m gonna-“ he murmured

“Go on, cum for me my love” you replied

His body started to shake and his eyes rolled back into his head, he was seeing white

Finally he let out a loud moan, like it was finally released from his throat, before-hand, being stuck in there

You followed quickly after him as you rode out your orgasm

Filling him with your cum

After a moment of bliss, you pulled out and turned him around, kissing his face all over whispering praises such as “you did so well, my beautiful boyfriend”

What caught him off guard was when you said “I cant wait to marry you, you’ll look so good in a suit”

His heart skipped a beat as you said this, a wide smile spread over his scarred face

His nose scrunching slightly, as the lines near his eyes showed themselves

God he looked so cute smiling like this

Who knew someone so hard and cold on the outside could be this adorable

“I’d love you marry you, I’d be the happiest man in the world”

I hope this is ok 😞

ghost fingering you with gloves on i hhhhhhhhng

anon I love you

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, fingering *not proofread, just pure horny

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he's staring down at you with hazy eyes, drinking in the way your gummy walls clench around his gloved fingers.

"even with the gloves, I can feel you clenching 'round me."

whimpers and soft whines left your lips as each drag of his fingers rubbed against your spots so well. your hands clutch at his biceps, his shirt dulling the sharp bite of your nails.

"come on sweets, make a mess for me."

deranged reader my beloved, my daughter, me. back again in the spools of my brain.

warnings: exactly what the title is. fem! reader, pwp, blood, gore, manipulation (?), toxic reader (?), reverse harem w/ soap & ghost eventually the others, pnv, fingering, overstim (fem)

🏷️ | @warenai @reese-is-right

part 1

you came from a normal life before joining the military. your parents love you and so does your younger brother, he's a pain in the ass but aren't all siblings? cookie cutter houses lines the suburban streets, grasses cut, and christmas decorations find themselves on the houses as soon as december hits, no sooner to avoid hoa fines.

It's actually silly how you turned out this way, a small malicious brain in a body of a well cared for girl. in many ways it was like taming a wild animal; your nails were manicured on the regular, hair neat and put together, strands never where you hadn't meant for it to be, and your uniform was pristine, never stained, never wrinkled. on the outside, you truly where just the sweetest young lady that was meant to sing christmas carols at nursing homes and gain pinches on your cheeks as tips.

but you can't fully tame a wild animal though. in many cases, tigers eat their owners, monkeys maul them, and raccoons abandon home after trashing it. you, were simple. you don't bare your teeth to your owners or unsheathe your claws, you pin them. you pin them in a way that artists pin beetles and butterflies, perfect and spayed out for display and enjoyment.

and that's what you did to the 141. you made them yours. it came easy, natural- almost instinctive. everyone wants to be liked, right? so what if you're extra, extra good at that? you're just charming!

it started with soap. he was an easy target knowing how friendly he is. after finding out he's a demolitions expert, you stepped in asking him rather complex questions on the molecular composition of the explosives he found himself building. and he gladly explained it to you, not having a lot of people who know chemistry on such a level outside of an academic space.

the two of you spend lunches together relating his chemistry knowledge to your biology knowledge as an ex-medic. together you were Biochemistry, what a bunch of nerdy POS'.

quickly that lead to more chemistry in the comfort of your bed as well, having the two of you wrapped up in the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast, his name spilling out of your lips like an echo in the void that is your thoughts.

his dick rammed into, your ankles on his shoulders and his grip on the back of your knees as he bends you in half.

after that night, it became many more. soap was now just johnny. the two of you shared loving glances and plenty of playful touches, a slap on each other's ass when the other passed by, a ruffle of hair, and arms wrapped around the other's waist, cheek to the muscle of their back.

ghost, observant as ever, found this quite aggravating as he thought you were his to hold. while you and johnny fumbled with carbons and phosphorus, ghost had picked up more paperwork than normal, training more recruits than he normally would, just to go and ask you for help. which, being the nice person you were, happily agreed to help him empty his plate.

silence filled the air besides the occasional sound of paper shifting and being flipped, or tossed to the side. some pens scribbling on the paper and against the hardness of the wood also found its way into the comfortable silence and the absence of words. ghost's eyes dashed up to look at you, chewing on the flesh of your lip as you focus on the paperwork that he had asked for your help on. he sees the blankness of your face, how nothing else seems to move or show any signs of emotion besides the gnawing of your teeth.

he quirked an eyebrow at this, how unusual you are...how fascinating. almost as if in a trance, a stupor, a daze as your aura pulls him onto his feet and over to you. he hovers over you, only your wooden desk in between.

"you and soap..." he started and as quickly as the daze came, it left him to fumble for the right words. you look up at him, the same bored expression on your face before you wide your eyes just a tiny bit in surprise and realization.

your head tilts to the side, deciding on letting him grumble with his own choked words. and he, in fear of such situation, opted to shut his mouth and walk back to his desk, picking up from what he left off.

a giggle escapes your mouth, "you can ask him." you say playfully, going back to your own sentence to write and finish up.

the two of them were a pair, always have been- and easy to hook both with the same, sweet bait of your kindness. sooner or later, you got what you wanted, two playful dogs that tend to your every need, whether to pick up some food for you, run to your room to get a file you forgot, knock someone's teeth out for your collection, or to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re a panting mess. that last one was your favorite.

you sat in simon's lap, knee bent with your leg thrown over it, spreading and keeping your thighs from closing. johnny's fingers thrust into your sweet heat as your sharp nails continue to dig into the back of simon's hand, holding onto the flesh of your waist tightly. behind you, you could feel simon's dick twitched as more of your slick dribble down onto his own trousers. his hot breathe against your ear grounded you just a bit as johnny's thumb grazed over your swollen clit. "that's it lovie...one more for us yeah?" johnny snickers from his place, crouched right in front of your pussy, all wet and puffy from the many orgasms that the two of them have taken from you. you whined as he continue to tease you, fingers languidly pulling in and out of your cunt as his thumb swipes over the top edge of your bud. you cry out. even his feather-light touches on your wet clit draws you closer to the edge until your mind goes numb, your pleasure boiling over the edge once again. your body convulses as simon's grasp on you tighten. "good girl, come on now. i kent you could do it..." johnny praises as his fingers pumps in and out of you quicker, pulling every last drop of your pleasure into his palm.

now two of them were playful with you, you were theirs and they knew how to share. their sweet little play thing that was always too good to them, so obedient.

simon now wishes that you were as obedient in the field as you were in bed as he sweeps through the building in search of you. he curses to himself for letting you slip past his field of vision and his attention, going off on your own with a simple "be right back".

he believed it but that was almost an hour ago, and this building is not big. however, the concrete walls and fluorescent lights rendered this place a labyrinth. rifle in his hand, held close and alert, he quickly tip toes up the stairs, observing the twisting quiet hallways, its greenish lights making him feel sick.

he continued on, careful in the thickness of the silence, making his heart thunder and his steps heavy, like forcing through gelatinous air. a wail rung through the concrete walls, not yours, but a shriek of agony, the only sound being made in the longest minutes in his life.

he jogged on, gun tight in his grip, ready to shoot the poor bastard that stood in between his darling and him.

your voice got louder as he got closer, he turned the corner, meeting you and a man in an empty room, door swung open. the man knelt on your feet in front of you. crimson pipes and frayed pieces of his bicep dripped down thick, molten blood onto a pile of rumble from the collapsed wall. simon froze, his own blood flowed thunderously in his ears as he felt his chest shook.

your face showed the same picture as it did when he made you take over his paperwork all those weeks ago. a plain, empty, broken face stared back down at the man on his knees. he mumbles something in russian quickly, petrified in his spot as you held the saw onto the top of his head. his pleas faded into nothing as his voice grew raw from overuse. a simple, broken, "please" breathed out of his exhausted lungs.

simon saw the way his unsteady back raised as he took a quick breath and how it shakily exited his body. blood continued to drip from his exposed bone and muscle. the man's body swayed, weakened from the lack of such plasma flowing through him. a man on the brink of death didn't scare simon, he has been where you are now. he has seen death like an old friend from school, bumping into it every so often.

the dread that filled his body and weighed on his shoulders was your reaction- or lack thereof. you didn't care about his pleas, or how the light in his dull eyes extinguished from tight-lining in between life and death. you didn't care that his arm was discarded behind you. you didn't care about the severed arm, laying in a dark pool, drenched in blackness, just a foot away from your backside. you didn't care.

the man's hand grabs onto your leg, begging, pleading for mercy, even as death was eager to take him. simon sees his breathing becoming staggered, shallow, knowing death is standing over your shoulder, staring on, waiting for you to make the final blow, to end his life.

but you don't. a satiated hum of approval rumbled out of your throat as you dug the jagged blade of the hand saw into his skull. the man pulled from the well of his energy, enough to let out a sluggish, hoarse sob. he bent over more, trying to escape the digging of the steel into his scalp, failing.

you pull back the blade, making you cut deeper and the man choked on his anguished cries. satisfied, you yanked the blade out, leaving the man to hiccup one last plea as you kicked him off your leg. he falls to the ground on his side, his chest rising ever so slightly. you step over him, throwing the saw to the other side of the room, it's weight hits the concrete with a 'thump'. simon doesn't speak, and neither do you. he walks behind you, rifle still drawn. and you know why.

you are literally the best cod writer on this app. hands down. I was wondering if you could write simon and reader getting a noise complaint the morning after he literally makes dents in the wall from the headboard slamming, reader whining, you choose the rest. your writing is literally art 💋

EHEH ARE YOU SERIOUS 🥹🥹 squealing, blushing, kicking my feet 🤭🌷

MDNI. flashbacks of rough sex, sexual language !!

you couldn’t help the butterflies that ricocheted off the walls of your stomach when your husband shot a coy smirk over his shoulder at you. the feds were at the door — clipboard in hand. “sir, we received several noise complaints throughout the night and into the early hours of this morning. . .”

oh.

‘ungh~ tha’sit, lovie.” he croaked against the shell of your ear — the moist, matted foliage of his pelvic bush kissing your swollen clit with ever piston of his drilling hips against yours. “missed ya s’much, darlin.” his voice, husk and dry, reverberated against your sweat-damp temple where gentle pecks left affectionate stamps in their wake. “feel so good squeezin me like that, mmf~”

“oh yeah?” your husband responds, feigning oblivion. “y’sure they was complainin ‘bout us, lads?” they nod at that, peering past the hunk of your husband to acknowledge your smaller self. “yes, sir. said it wasn’t the first time.” they look back to simon, dragging their eyes up his six-foot-something bulk. “apparently this happens whenever you come home.”

“that so?” simon irks them, his pride potent in his tone and stature. “what’d they tell ya?”

“missed you, si!” you whined, nails raking down the taut flesh of his expansive back. “so big!” you complemented, eyes performing somersaults within their sockets. “so good!” and it was. your husband’s thick cock had never felt better; solid pudge rocking into the soft slope of your now no-doubt pregnant stomach whilst his girthy prick went to town on your innards. you mewled, slender digits clawing the memento of that night into his muscular body as his vigorous movements bashed the headboard into the wall behind.

“your neighbours heard a loud ‘banging’ from about dinner time onwards, mister riley.” one officer informs him. “yeah, and what sounded like screaming up until 4 the ‘morrow.” the other adds. you know your husbands’s ego just grew ten sizes bigger, his dick likely swelling also. “really?” simon humours them, smirk blatantly present as he says so. you giggle, hand flying to cover your mouth as an embarrassed flush taints your cheeks a raw maroon.

“s-simon! the wall!” you cried, wept. blissful tears poured from your hooded eyes as you craned your neck backward — the paint on the wall crumbling as the metal frame of your headboard collided with it with each of his aggressive thrusts. “leave it.” he grunted, fucking into your exhausted pussy with increased force. “let the whole fuckin’ house tumble down.” hissed into your gaping mouth; tongues tangling and saliva accumulating. “let everyone know who’s fuckin’ you dumb like this, yeah? makin you scream ‘til you cum nice an’ hard.” and you did — milking his fat prick dry as a ring of cream slickened around his hairy base. “cum on this cock, love”

“just thought we better have a look ‘round, if you’s don’t mind.”

simon looks back to where you’re watching with a blush. “not at all, officers.” he winks, to which the heat that blushes your flustered face dives southbound to narrow on your throbbing cunt. “c’mon in.” and of course he directs them upstairs first.

“you can do it, sweet’art.” he groaned into your moaning mouth. “let ‘em hear ya.” his pace picked up, inflated balls bouncing off the underside of your upturned arse as he hammered his heavy cock against the roof of your bruised cervix. “let ‘em know who’s home.” your eyes rattled until their whites were visible, pupils rolling back to stare your brain down when his weeping cockhead bumped into your cunt’s velvety roof — pre-cum mingling with the cream of your impending climax. “that’s it, love. hug me nice and tight.” you let out a strangled squeal at his words, voice breaking whilst he battered your smaller frame into the creaking mattress. the bed frame shook, swaying back and forth in tandem with his zealous rhythm. “gonna wake the neighbours.” you slurred through spit-covered lips — red and puckered. “good.” simon retorted, muffled by the slaps of skin ploughing skin.

“how did this happen?” one of the cops asks, gesturing to wear the wall has eroded. the plaster beneath reveals exposed brick where next door attaches to the structure of your abode, loose wiring and pipes hanging down. the headboard is dented, the paint from it now transferred onto what remains of the wall behind. “wear ‘n tear.” simon shrugs, slinging a lazy arm around your shoulders. you lean into him, legs still aching from last night. “besides.” he adds, slyly pinching your backside. “was happy to see the missus.”

salvatore (nsfw, mdni)

Ghost taking his mask off during sex for the first time.

He doesn't even mean to- but with the way you’re riding him like that, the slap of your ass against his strong hips bucking up into you-

he can't stop his hand from pulling off his hot balaclava, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. you're so fucking tight around him- your shaking legs sending pulses up his body.

"Si-Simon," Your mouth falls agape at the sight of the man before you, his blue eyes rolled back, lips parted as he watches you bounce up and down on his dick.

His hands grab the fat of your hips, red hand prints forming underneath them.

"Fuck luv, 'jus like that,"

He bucks his hips up into you before flipping you on your back.

"Simon-"

He snaps his hips into you hard, the tip of his dick pushing into your cervix, gummy walls pulsing around him like fucking heaven.

"Fucken 'ell,"

His eyes fall to the bulge in your tummy, his jaw going slack.

Your pussy stretched to its brim around his thick cock- you were so good for him, almost splittin yourself in two.

"Simon, wanna cum," You whine, blinking back the tears in your eyes.

"I know luv, me too,"

You scratch at his back with your nails, leaving pretty red lines for him to admire the next morning.

He snaps into you harder, placing a warm hand over the bulge in your tummy, pushing into it.

God, he was pretty.

You came around his cock shakily, shuddering into him. You love this feeling, love being stuffed full of his girthy dick.

You pull the hair at the nape of his neck and that's all it takes for him to cum inside of you.

Moments later you're sprawled over his bare chest with his arm thrown around you. You're playing with the hem of his discarded balaclava with your fingers. His hand strokes your arm lovingly.

"Handsome," You murmur, eyes flicking up to the curve of his jaw.

...

caught in the spider’s web (m.) 18+

Simon “Ghost Riley x Reader

“I’ll let you have sex with me.” It’s stated so plainly and so forwardly that it sounds less like a negotiation offer and more like a proclamation. 

“Fucking hell.” Ghost shoots back, his tone barely containing the hint of bewilderment in his voice.

  Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, inappropriate relations with your superior, orgasm denial, degradation, teasing/taunting, Ghost being kinda mean, also slight!Soap x Reader (just some flirting tho)

Word Count: 5004

A/N: i’m down absolutely bad for this man, so down bad i cant stand up, also thinking of making a pt. 2 and maybe a Soap version tbh so lemme know if you’re interested in that!

Gif is not mine

She’s got to blame someone for this; Graves will take the fall for now, until she finds the Shadow that shot her in the thigh and she’ll personally take the fall for being stupid and diving off the road onto a muddy cliff, tumbling the entire way down. Ungracefully, one may add. It’s unfortunate, truly, the turn of events that have now left her alone and in the pouring rain, leaking blood onto the pavement, but life is nothing if not one shitty plot twist after another. 

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my god i am having inappropriate thoughts about mr simon riley.. here u go take it

tags: blowjob, head m! receiving, ghost has a bad mission

he had just returned from a particularly difficult mission. he’s got plenty of stress pent up. so when you’re in lying in your shared bed and he slams the bedroom door, you know you’re in for it.

“rough mission, handsome?”

god did that nickname make his cock twitch in his pants. he effortlessly undresses himself. you watch him carefully. the heavy steps he takes toward the bed, chest heaving up and down like he’s fucking rabid. he slides his boxers down and looks down at you. you drool at the sheer size and girth of him. you’ve felt him so many times but you’ll never get used to it. he aligns his tip with your mouth and groans as you take him right in.

you try to take a moment and get used to his size, but he unexpectedly pushes himself down your throat. causing you to gag around his cock and making him bury himself deeper.

“such a fucking whore, look at how you let me use you how i want. like your depend on my cock”

his words make you throb. you can feel yourself growing more and more aroused. your brain is getting hazy and you’re feelin dizzy. you attempt to push at his thighs to get air but he won’t budge. your muffled sobs are overpowered by his groans.

“can’t take it? that’s too bad baby, ‘cause i’m not stopping”. as soon as he finishes his sentence he’s fucking into your throat like an animal. at least you can get some short breaths in now. you can tell he’s getting close by the way he twitches in your mouth and tugging your hair. you’re obsessed with the feeling of him.

he shoves himself down your throat before cumming down your throat murmuring a line of praises

“did so good, makin m’ feel so good baby. taking my cum like you can’t breathe without it”.

you swallow it all. taking a massive breath of air as he pulls out your throat for good tonight. he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before flipping you over in your tummy.

this was far from over

141 + konig reactions to seeing reader in thigh highs?

141 n koni babys reaction to seeing u wearing thigh highs

nsfw under cut you’ve been warned

john price is a simple man. even old fashioned, if you will. so he does what any normal man would do. sat you on the bed and began kissing down your thigh all the way to your ankle. savoring how beautiful your skin looked in the elegant fabric. he eventually began leaving sloppier kisses against your inner thighs. by the time he got to your dripping heat, the lacy garments were off.

simon riley basked in the sight for about a minute before tearing them off. something about how gorgeous your thighs looked drove him insane. your legs are fully spread apart, taking his full length as if your life depended on it. while tears are forming at your eyes due to his sheer size, he scolds you. he scolds you for wearing such a slutty thing, basically asking to get ravaged.

johnny mactavish tried his best to ignore the fact you had been walking around your shared kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of white thigh highs. the way the delicate material wrapped around your thighs made his cock twitch needily. you stood over the countertop making a simple lunch for your boyfriend, johnny let his arms snake around your waist and let his hands wander. he began softly humping you through his sweatpants, whining for you to come to the bedroom.

kyle garrick tried his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice that sexy lingerie sitting atop of your thighs. but he did. he noticed it all. the way you shuffled between him and the coffee table when the two of you were watching a movie, ass moving right across his face. the way you had sat on his lap while texting your friends back, ignoring the way his throbbing dick was proding against you. he eventually gave in. bending you over the sofa and softly lecturing you about how it’s naughty to tease him all day while wearing tight lingerie around the house.

poor könig couldn’t contain himself for that long. the way your thighs looked so perfect killed him. he pulled you onto his lap facing him. whining about how you made him so needy by wearing something so cute. he used giant hands to rock your hips back and forth on his hard length, leaning down to your ear whispering about how he’s fuck you stupid while watching the lacy fabric hug your plump thighs

Ghost x GN! Reader SMUT

Breaking & Entering

This scenario was previously discussed and agreed to between you and Ghost. Everything that happens in this scenario has been carefully planned and talked about.

CW: (I tried to keep anything that might seem like dubcon to a minimum- reader does enjoy what is happening to them throughout the entire scenario!) mean! Ghost, teasing, pet names (doll, dolly, angel, angelface), talks of free use, creampie, mentions of multiple creampies, overstim, multiple orgasms, ghost plays the role as a stranger/burglar

“Are you sure, doll?” Your husband asked, caressing your cheek gently as he looked down at you. You held his hand into your own, leaning into his warm touch. “Of course hun, this was my idea.” You smirked, blushing slightly as scenario after scenario played in your head. The previous day, you brought up an idea to your husband to try and spice up your bedroom life.

You two had always discussed the idea of role playing, even watching films together to try and get inspiration. However, all that really came up was pizza delivery men, plumbers, etc. all too cheesy for you both. Then, you remembered what your husband did for a living. He’s probably broken into many homes, kicking in countless doors, all that. So, why not do something similar?

You two were making dinner together when you brought up the idea. Your words taking Ghost by surprise, though, as always it didn’t show on his face. “You want to, what?” Ghost put the knife down on the cutting board, giving you his full attention. “Act like a burglar love! But, instead of taking the money, you take me instead. Yeah?” You gave him a mischievous look, taking a step towards him and placed a hand on his chest. A low groan escaped Ghost, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you so he could kiss you properly. That night you two discussed what would take place, not completely as you wanted to keep an element as surprise for fun. Ghost assured you that if he was being too rough, you were completely free to use the safe word at anytime.

Today was the day, Ghost had left the house for personal reasons, but one of the surprises was that you’d never know what time he’d come home to act out this scenario, if he wanted to, he could come into the house not making a single noise, which is exactly what he’s planning.

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You were folding laundry on your bed, your favorite playlist playing in the background. It was a pretty relaxing day, you got a lot done. You cleaned all the dishes, vacuumed, even mopped. Once you were done with your laundry, you’d be able to relax for the day, aside from making dinner. It was around late November, so the sun was already beginning to set by the time you were folding laundry. What you didn’t know, is that someone was coming to intrude on your plans for that day. A tall and dark silhouette began to grow over your half closed door as the figure got ever closer to you, the music playing masking what little noise the figure made as he opened your door.

You were too preoccupied with folding laundry to notice the heavy breathing behind you, until you felt the warm breathes on the top of your head. You quickly turned around, but as soon as your eyes locked on the tall figure, a skull mask meeting your eyes, both his hands came and grabbed you.

The tall man pulled you into him, your back meeting his chest, he sat you down between his legs as he sat at the edge of your bed, one arm wrapped around your throat, his other hand on your forehead to keep you completely planted on his chest.

Your hands came up and clawed at his arms, kicking your feet and even trying to bite him, all fighting in vain of course, not like you wanted this to stop.

The first sound that came from the mysterious intruder was quiet shushing, the hand on your forehead trying to bring some faux comfort as his thumb gentle rubbed up and down.

“Wh..What do you want?” You finally asked, still clawing at the arm around your neck, more like a vise to keep you in place than to add pressure to your airway. “Money? I..I have money!” The man shushed you again, this time more assertively. You stopped talking, your breath extremely shaky, but you couldn’t help but notice the slight tingly feeling in your gut and between your thighs.

“I don’t want money, angelface.” His voice was very deep, and raspy, you noticed the British accent that rang through the room, not helping with the situation between your legs.

“I want you.” Quickly, the intruder manhandled you, moving your body on his lap the way he wanted to. The hand on your forehead came off, now that entire arm wrapped around your waist as he moved you slightly to the left, the other arm that was around your neck now off, the hand on that arm coming to your face, squishing your cheeks together and leaned your face up to look at him better, or rather, his mask.

It was an all black balaclava, a skull stitched onto it, but you could see two beautiful dark eyes surrounded by black makeup underneath. You could see the lust that glazed over the man’s eyes as you finally looked at him completely, you looked like a deer in headlights to him; big glassy eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“Me?” You asked in confusion, though your voice slightly muffled from the grip he had on your face.

The man leaned down closer to you, and you finally noticed just how much bigger this man was compared to you, his arms almost like a cocoon around your body.

“Yes you, dolly, I’ve been watching you.” He moved your face from left to right, examining you as if he’s never seen your face so close before. Mumbling a, “s’pretty” before he spoke up again, “watching you s’much, wanted to rob you, but you just looked so cute, wanted you instead.”

The look you gave him as he spoke confirmed that you were as into this as he was, making him chuckle and smile under his mask, he wanted to tease you. “You like this, dolly? You like a dangerous man like me, breaking in like I own the place, n’ telling you how pretty you are? Hm?” You couldn’t deny that this was all definitely turning you on, how could you? That deep voice, those big hands and veiny arms, those sweet and sinful words.

You nodded shyly, looking anywhere but at the burglar, not wanting to face him.

The man gently tapped your cheek, muttering a, “look at me.”

Your heart rate started to pick up, you were way too embarrassed to look at him.

The hand on your face now letting go and now latching onto your neck, the arm around your waist letting go slightly, a hand now coming up and resting on your chest.

“Look. At. Me.” You couldn’t ignore the way your thighs clenched at his demand, his voice going down an octave. He couldn’t ignore it either. You swallowed thickly and finally looked at the man again as he demanded, looking even more pathetic to him from your embarrassment.

He knew in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to see if you sound just as pathetic too, taking the opportunity and quickly pinched your nipple, causing you to let out a surprised gasp and slight, quiet groan.

“Oh dolly,” he sighed, your noise going right to his dick, “you have no idea how dumb I’m going to make you tonight.”

Without a second thought, the man stood up and threw you onto the bed, taking his shirt off and looked down at you, chuckling again as he saw your eyes rake up and down. “Like what you see?” He teased, grabbing your ankles and lifting them onto his chest, wanting easier access to you. The tall man leaned down, one arm snaking underneath you, the other planted next to your head.

Without a second thought, the man lifted his mask to the bridge of his nose, and dove in to kiss you on your neck.

Sure he thought your little whimpers were cute, but he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

Soon those little kisses turning into nibbles, and those nibbles full on hickeys and playful bites.

You tried your best to hold in your noises, and he did think your efforts to withhold them were admirable, but he was just too eager. The hand that was on the side of your head slowly traveled down your body, finding your underwear and made quick work to rub your most sensitive spot.

Finally an actual moan escaped you, a satisfied sigh leaving the man, “finally,” he whispered into your neck, “you sound so sweet dolly, bet you taste s’ sweet too.”

Both his arms retracted back to him, looking down at his work, pride swelling into his chest as he saw his bites all over your neck, already red and purple.

Then, he gripped the underneath of your knee, pushing your legs closer to your stomach as they spread for him. You felt his bulge press against you in his pants, a very noticeable blush rising on your face as he felt it.

The man saw your embarrassment and chuckled again, “not yet pet, fragile thing like you needs prep.” You then felt the man’s large gloved hands rub you over your underwear, somehow knowing all the right places to touch and rub you, choking on your moans and wiggling your hips from the way he played with you.

His other hand slapped your thigh, not enough to make you wince, but enough for you to get he message that he wanted you yo stay still.

“Oh fuck, m’ trying promise..” you whimper, gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he rubbed a particularly good spot. “Oh please, more?” You asked, stomach shaking from your jittery breathes.

“More? More what?” The man asked, wanting you to beg and use your words.

“In me? Need you, please?” You really tried to use your words, but the magic fingers this man had was molding your mind into useless puddy. The man then looked down at the wetness between your legs in consideration, but decided to indulge you since he knew you were already going dumb. He scooted back to give himself room, pulling your underwear down your legs and threw them on the floor, now having full view and access to the complete mess he caused.

Now his full attention was on your sensitive bits and his goal was to make your mind completely melt at his touch. Eagerly both his hands delved between your legs, one of his hands paid attention to your most sensitive bundle of nerves, the other teasing the outside of your hole, stopping completely when you squirmed too much for his liking. This went on got what felt like hours, when really in was about twenty minutes of nonstop pleasure and teasing, only to completely stop when you were mindlessly begging for him to get inside you.

“Need more,” you whined, lifting your head and looked at him with tears threatening to spill down your flushed, pink cheeks. The most depraved part though? Twenty minutes of his teasing and he never let you cum, not once, not yet.

Ghost gently tapped your bundle of nerves, making you jolt and gasp, your breathing beginning to shake again.

“You know you need use your words, dolly.” He grumbled, hands leaving you as he stood back up, taking his belt off.

The sound of metal clinking caused you to lift your head to watch as the man began to take his pants off, seeing them fall to the floor as he was now only dressed in grey boxers.

The imprint of how snugly his cock was pushing against the fabric made you feel like you were drooling, you could already tell it would be enough to make you lose your mind.

He noticed how mesmerized you were with him, he also noticed how you slowly started to get up on the bed. The tall man crossed his thick and veiny arms over his chest, his eyes following you as you placed your hands on his hips.

He knew what you wanted to do, but you were getting too cocky for his taste, you felt confident enough to get up off the bed without him telling you to, coming up and touching him as you wanted. Nuh uh.

His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing as a hand quickly grabbed your neck, squeezing tightly for your jaw to start feeling fuzzy; only letting go when you began to claw at his arm, throwing you back onto the bed once more.

Ghost hastily took his boxers off, grabbing your legs and lifting them both onto his shoulders, a hand shaking down behind your head and gripped your hair at the roots, tugging down to present your neck to him.

You could feel his large cock rub against your hole teasingly, his hips rocking against you deliciously. “You think you can get whatever you want? Think you can touch me when you want?” He asked, shaking your head ‘no’ for you with your hair, his tone mockingly sweet as he said, “no, no you can’t, poor thing.”

You winced and whined from the white hot pain from your scalp, growing ever wetter from the pain. You felt like you were going to cum if he just put the tip in, your mind was foggy, barely any thoughts running through your head, all you wanted was to cum, you’d do anything for it.

Fuck me,” you whispered, another moan leaving you as the man began to bite at your neck again, the rocking of his hips and his cock rubbing against you getting a bit faster. “Fuck me, please, do anything t’ cum,” you begged, you were so desperate for it you were willing to throw your dignity out the window.

Your hands came up and gripped his shoulders, then wrapping around his neck before you finished by saying, “use me, fuck me, please I’ll do anything just..just let me cum.”

Ghost was very pleased, he hasn’t even fucked you yet and you’re already begging for him to use you, and he was going to show you just how easy it is for him to use you exactly how he wants, to move you like the little doll you are for him.

Grabbing you again by the neck, he turned you so your stomach was on the bed, then grabbing your hips and lifting them in the air, placing his legs in between yours to keep your spread open for him, and he finished by grabbing your arms, both his hands grabbing your upper arms in a vise.

Leaning over, his breath was back on your neck, “want me to use you? Yeah?” He ever so gently and slowly put his tip at your entrance, putting the tip in like he had all the time in the world. “Could use a new toy like you, ruin you over and over all I want.”

Ghost took one last deep breath before he plunged the rest of his cock inside of you, bottoming out without a care left in the world, but, he didn’t start thrusting yet. He needed one more thing from you before he could.

“Just say yes, and you’ll be a little toy for me, one I can fuck and ruin whenever I want. My own personal cum dump, a toy I can unload time and time again till my heart’s content. Say yes and you won’t have another thought in that pretty head again.”

You were crying at this point, your legs already shaking, you could taste your orgasm on your tongue, you felt like screaming you were so desperate. Frantically you nodded, saying “yes” and “please” over and over again.

Ghost shushed you again, and then finally after all that waiting, began to thrust into you. There was no time for him to be gentle with you, he knew you needed to cum, and he knew he wanted you to be absolutely dumb and fucked out.

His pace was both hard and fast, if anyone was to walk in they’d think Ghost hated you the way he battered your hole. Big gloved hands dug and squeezed your arms, dwarfing them compared to him. Your head hung low as you didn’t have the strength to keep it up, pathetic moans leaving your mouth as the burglar in your house used you how he wanted. Quickly and suddenly your orgasm finally came, a silent scream escaping you as your body became ridged, legs shaking and threatening to give out as the man was so kind as to fuck you through it.

He could feel your legs shaking, clicking his tongue in pity as he knew you couldn’t stay up. Letting go of your arms, he let your upper body drop onto the bed, your hips still up in the air. Ragged and shaking breathes leaving your mouth, body occasionally twitching. After a minute, you tried to get up off the bed, only to be shoved back down by a hand on the back of your neck, knowing what you were feeling was the tip of his cock back at your entrance.

You whined and tried to crawl away from him, only to feel the man grab your thigh and pull you back to him, growling a, “not going anywhere. Having properly used you yet.” Ghost then got into position, sitting up and leaning over your weak body, one hand wrapping around the back of your throat to keep you in place, the other resting on the bed next to you.

He resumed his brutal pace on your fucked out body, keeping you in place as he used you for his own pleasure. He could feel that his own orgasm was coming around, looking down and fully indulging in how wonderful you felt around him.

“Want me to come back, dolly? I know you’re, oh fuck, you’re home all day. Come back whenever I want, s’ tight- use you how I want, where I want. Y’like that?” His thrusts were getting a lot quicker, but with a lot less rhythm, not like you really cared or noticed, being too lost and dumbed out on his cock to really think. “Y’want the big bad burglar to have his way with you again? Come back to use n’ ruin you load after load?”

Your only response to his pleasure induced ranting was just loud moans, the occasional curse being the only words you can form.

Finally, you felt his hips stutter, finally pounding into you a lot more slowly, but hard and with purpose. You felt the man spill his cum inside of you, fucking it into you and keeping you plugged with his cock for a moment.

And when you thought it was over, he just began thrusting again. You cried out, another orgasm reaching you as you felt this had lasted forever. “Mercy!” You cried, gripping and pawing at the bedsheet beneath you.

Ghost let out a low laugh, lifting your head by your neck and placed a loving kiss on your cheek before shoving you back down on the bed. “My dumb dolly wants mercy? I think you just want another load.”