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turn on the flash and hit record ; simon “ghost” riley.
pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader word count 1.5k synopsis simon misses you on one of his missions. good thing he has a collection of movies the two of you filmed to keep him company. content contains male masturbation, possessive!ghost, obsessed!ghost, filmed sex, vaginal fingering, brief gunplay (towards the end), he whimpers in this fic btw, slight size kink/size difference
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Kerosene Touch
Tags: soft!Ghost, creampies, thigh fucking, slight somnophilia, blood and injury, resolved sexual tension, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional sex, sharing a bed, one bed trope, friends to lovers, vulnerability, mentions of a bad past, self doubt, breast fondling, touch starved
Ship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
Summary: When Ghost gets injured during a fight, it’s your job as his (almost personal) medic to help him out but the stubborn man refuses until you both get to safety. Good news, there is a hotel where you can clean him up and get some rest. Bad news, there’s only one bed and a lot of unspoken, unresolved tension between the two of you.
The cold of Russia’s late winter was harsh enough to seep through the car’s exterior. Despite the heater being on full blast, you still felt the draft of brittle dryness biting at your skin. Teeth chattering, you raise your gloved hands to your mouth and try to exhale your hot breath onto your numb fingers.
Ghost looks over at you from the driver’s seat, just for a moment before his eyes are back on the icy roads. “We’ll be at the next village in no time,” he tells you.
“Thank god,” you mutter. “I think my fingertips are gonna freeze off!”
Ghost thinks of taking your hands in one of his. He could spare one hand on the wheel to help warm you up, but the thought of touching you leaves a bitter taste in his mouth- not at disgust of you, but himself. He has no right to touch you, to taint your skin with his contact, to mar your flesh. So he doesn’t, instead simply allowing his fingers to curl tighter around the steering wheel.
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price punishing his pillow princess by making her work for it.
i can imagine him taking a long exhale of his cigar, smoke blowing all around you as you whimper and whine at the burn in your thighs from having to ride him for so long. you would be so close to reaching your orgasm, right there, before your legs would give out from exhaustion and you collapse on his broad chest in a heap of frustrated tears. you just weren't used to having to do anything but sit there, letting out your pretty moans as he plowed himself into you.
the reason would probably be something trivial; bothering him while he was busy working. being so, so impatient for just a sliver of his attention, teasing him with innocent touches on his thigh. or coming in with a revealing outfit that you know he just can't resist. or even, the lack of an outfit at all. leading him to finally crack, pushing you towards that dingy couch in his home office.
well, now you have it, don't you? he chuckles darkly as he watches you fail to bring yourself to yet another orgasm, refusing to even put his hands anywhere near your body.
"thought you wanted this, love?" he mocked, taking another drag of his cigar.
"not- not like this!" you cried, planting your hands on his chest as you desperately tried to ignore that ache in your body in hopes of bringing yourself to an orgasm. yet again, his thick cock filled you up all the way as you fell back down onto him for another break.
he growled before discarding his cigar and flipping you over, seemingly sick of not being able to come to his own orgasm. he brought your knees up by your ears. promptly pulling you into a mating press. you immediately felt so small, so helpless, under him as he fucked down harshly into you.
"bit off more than you can chew, huh?" he could always pound into you for as long as you both needed, a result of his impressive stamina. you were instantly brought to your climax, creaming around his cock as uncontrollable moans slipped out of your mouth.
"that's okay princess, just let me do all the work."