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Blue Velvet 𝜗𝜚 John Price

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summary: you wake up hungover, naked, and not alone. you don’t remember what had happened, but he’s willing to show you. tags/trigger warnings: f!reader, reference to drunken sex, reference to alcohol and smoking, hinting to future sex, flirting, fluff, suggestive content, no explicit smut, maybe ooc john? wc: 900

a/n: this is my first official post on this account. Let me know if you’d like to see more!

You first notice the intoxicating scent of a lit cigarette, the smell gray and addictive. As you opened your eyes, you became more aware of the body you lay across. It was hard and yet somehow soft at the same time.

The room was bathed in a reddish-orange glow due to the light hitting your curtains, casting an almost erotic impression. It didn’t take you long to realize you were bare beneath your sheets, a slight sheen of sweat beaded onto your skin.

Suddenly, a firm yet gentle hand planted on your head, petting through your hair. A finger curled around a strand falling over your cheek, twisting itself repeatedly.

“Awake now, princess?” A sudden voice rumbled from above you. His voice was husky and gravelly like he hadn’t been awake too long before you. Refusing to answer, you continued to lay there estranged, trying to piece the memories together on how you may have ended up here—with a man.

The throbbing ache in your temple indicated how you may have gotten into this situation.

Sitting yourself upwards, you gasped at the feeling of something hard against you. Hearing the stranger chuckle to himself caused heat to rise to your cheeks as you cursed yourself and whoever this was.

Swallowing your fear, you looked down into the face of your new lover. You bit your lip to suppress another gasp; he was handsome. Ruggedly so. And you watched him in awe as he turned his head to the side to blow out another puff of smoke. And yet, his eyes remained transfixed on you. They were so—blue, you noticed.

You almost frowned at the knowing grin spreading across his cheeks. He knew you liked what you saw. Smug bastard. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel all the more drawn to him.

“Ya' alroight?” He asked, bringing his hand down to stroke absentmindedly at your waist, rubbing sweet circles into your skin. He was so comforting that you almost told yourself he wasn’t real.

“Fine…” You cringed at the scratchy-softness of your voice. You darted your eyes downwards, only to be met with his broad chest, hairy and heaving with every breath.

You trembled as you listened to him hum thoughtfully; the smokiness of his tone had you nearly melting.

“Yer sure?” He asked again, stretching his arm to your nightstand, patting away his ash into a residing cup. He looked back at you sheepishly as if to apologize for his rudeness. You were too lost to mind, though.

“I don’t remember what happened.” You blurted out a bit uncharacteristically. Sighing at the feeling of his large hand traveling down the scope of your back, you subconsciously arched into it. He hummed again, seemingly digesting your words but making no move to explain.

“Carn’t say I rememba' much either, sweet'art.” And oh, the dripping honeyed words had you utterly swooning. You almost let out another moan when he put away his cigarette to touch you more. You noticed how big his hands were, rubbing across your body as if he owned it—like it was his.

“Oh.” You breathed out rather dumbly, watching as he rested his head back further into the pillows, closing his eyes with a blissful smile. And you stayed perched on top of him, gazing down at him in wonder.

“Carn't complain much, I'spose.” You rolled your eyes, unimpressed with his lazy attempt to flirt. If you could even call it that. But you weren’t perturbed for long, resuming your somewhat creepy staring.

He blinked his eyes open again, matching your concentrated stare with his own. The silence seemed to tick by rather slowly as tension threaded between you.

“Are ya' waitin' fer me ta' leave?” He grinned, but his eyes flashed with concern. His hand drifted towards your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. You shook your head in response before descending back down to rest your head on his chest, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

His chest vibrated from underneath you as he chuckled, splaying his touch over your lower back. You shuddered once more as he dragged his nails up your spine, goosebumps trailing over your skin. You sighed as you relaxed again, silently enjoying his up-and-down motions.

And then, he stopped. You tilted your head upwards to whine at the loss of the euphoric feeling he was giving you. But before you could utter a sound, he rolled you onto your back, situating himself between your thighs.

Squeaking in surprise, you blinked up at him in astonishment. “What’re you doing?” You whispered, knowing you'd hurt your throat if you spoke any louder.

He said nothing as he smiled down at you before kissing your forehead, then your cheek, descending downwards to your neck and chest. You suck in a breath as he reaches your nipple, pulling into his mouth with his tongue as his opposite hand begins its soft groping on the other.

You rake your nails through his hair, moaning at the soft groan you pull from him in return. Finally, he pulls away, leaving a lewd trail of saliva connecting the two of you before it breaks away. He looks up at you again with a self-satisfied sparkle in his eyes.

“How abou' I give ya' somethin' to rememba' this time?”

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A Kiss Left of You ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley

summary: simon and you, introduced by mutual friends in the military, enjoy a heartfelt moment outside a bar. you engage in playful banter, and despite knowing you will soon part ways, you express genuine affection for each other. tags/trigger warnings: f!reader, sfw, reader is not from the uk, author attempts at accents, jealous!simon, doomed romance (maybe), drugs and alcohol consumption, soap makes an appearance, simon is bad at feelings, fluff, angst, bittersweet ending, ambiguous ending, self-indulgent, hints at reader being autistic wc: 3.7k

a/n: this is a very old wip. i may or may not make this into a series. anyway, this is just a short collection of drabbles between simon and you. any constructive criticism is highly encouraged. enjoy!

pt. 1 ･ pt. 2 ･ pt.3

Breathing deeply, Simon admires the evening scenery as the last rays of the Sun disappear beyond the horizon. Hues of orange once highlighted it, but now it has turned into a deep shade of blue. Exhaling, a puff of smoke escapes his lips as he taps the lingering ashes along the railing. He stands just outside a dingy bar, its label, "Velvet Verve," gleaming brightly, casting Simon underneath its neon purple glow.

The cool night air chills Simon's lungs as he pulls deeply on his cigarette. His dark brown eyes follow the specks of snowfall as they dance through the air. As the soft flakes of snow drift by, Simon remains still and unbothered; he can appreciate a good view, and the evening air offers him that chance. Taking deep breaths, he savors the wind's chill against his skin and the scent of the air, which has started to take on a crisp note.

It's fucking freezing. You think to yourself as you step outside, feeling tipsy as you shiver against the wind's icy gust. There are specks of snow twirling downwards just in front of you, teasing you and your distaste for the weather.

Looking to your left, you spot Simon leaning against the railing as he blows out puffs of gray smoke. His signature skull balaclava is pushed past his lips, resting on his crooked nose. He seems lost in thought, yet he somehow always remains alert.

The man was large, much larger than you by far. He was slightly shy from 6'3 with an even more impressive frame. His right forearm consisted of a sleeve of tattoos in swirling black ink. His voice was deep and smoky, yet he rarely raised his voice (or let alone speak). He didn't come off as shy; he just seemed to prefer his company to others—which you could relate to. He was very aloof and a bit socially unskilled in his blunt and impolite nature, but underneath it all, you could tell he was a good man. He has this element to him that no one seemed to be able to cross, like how he was now: secluded and lost in his mind. You wondered what he could be thinking of.

A familiar scent of perfume catches his attention, and upon realizing it's you, Simon flicks his cigarette over the railing and turns his attention to you. The slight smile on his features turns into a more visible grin when he notices your intoxicated state. Simon watches you shiver as chills make their way through your body, your breath forming in front of you as you glance up at him. With a slight smirk playing on his lips, he watches you momentarily before finally speaking up. "Aren't ya’ supposed t'be drinkin' inside, or did they cut ya’ off?"

Giggling, you made your way over to where he was standing, the heels of your boots clicking against the hard wooden tile. You could feel the effects of the alcohol warm your belly, leaving your brain fuzzy. Keeping a respectful distance, you stand before him, assessing him thoughtfully.

Simon was very different from many of the men you'd met, yet so stereotypical at the same time. He was mysterious, an intangible force of nature that had always piqued your curiosity. However, you never let yourself wander too close. Unlike many others, you weren't scared of the man. He was intimidating, sure, but never had you felt genuine fear in his presence. Maybe if you were one of his soldiers, or god forbid one of his enemies, you'd think differently. And yet, Simon never gave you any reason to fear him; if anything, it was safe to say you felt very protected under his watch.

You’d met under curious circumstances. Kyle Garrick, a buddy of yours, was stationed in northeast Britain while you were vacationing. After you had met at a bar to reminisce about your past, he introduced you to many of his army buddies. One of them was his Lieutenant, Simon Riley, who most of them referred to as "Ghost." He's always been some enigma, ever since the start. He always sported his typical skull balaclava, which you had yet to see him without, and only pulled up past his nose to take a swig of bourbon or smoke a cigarette.

"Just needed some air." You smiled, watching as your breath formed into wisps of condensation in the crisp, navy-blue sky.

Simon's lips curl into a smirk at the sound of your voice. "Careful there." He gently warns as you stumble, his voice still deep but with a hint of amusement. He reaches forward to steady you, only to stop just before he touches you. His eyes meet yours, and Simon feels the intensity of the moment.

"Thank you." You mumble, gazing up into his brown eyes, the top of his face hidden behind his mask.

"Aren't you cold?" You asks curiously, dipping your head to the side with a grin. Your voice had a hint of teasing mixed in with genuine concern.

Simon remains quiet for a moment before finally responding. "M’ fine." He answers coolly, turning his gaze back out into the evening sky. He leans over, the cool winter breeze brushing past his skin. His expression is genuine as he offers a gentle smile. "But you," he glances back over your shoulder at the bar, "maybe we ‘oughta get ya’ back inside."

"But it's so loud in there," you whine, leaning against the wood. "Need a minute."

The corner of Simon's lips curls up in a half-grin as he watches you. "I di'n't know ya’ can't handle yer alcohol." He murmurs, teasing once again.

"I can!" You protest with a giggle. "I'm just a bit tipsy."

"Jus’ a bit?" Simon echoes, chuckling softly to himself.

"Mmm…” you hum, half-acknowledging him. You close your eyes, embracing the moment as the cold nips at your nose. Out in the distance, a lamp post flickers off and on again, its warm yellow light blinking in contrast to the melancholic blue-and-white atmosphere.

Simon shakes his head internally, wondering when he allowed himself to babysit whining drunk girls stumbling out of bars.

He watches you for a long moment as your eyes flutter closed, and you lean forward further. His face takes on a slight hint of concern for a second before he returns to his usual expressionless state. His eyes follow the lamp pole, his thoughts drifting off somewhere far from here. The world seemed to come to a standstill as he watched a million different scenarios in his head. His mind wandered between thoughts of the both of you perched like two birds in the frigid air and going your separate ways like strangers passing each other in the night.

A sudden gust of wind sends the snow swirling around the two of you again, and Simon turns towards you. His eyes take in your appearance, noticing how the cold seems to dig its icy, unforgiving claws into you. He takes in every detail, from the slope of your nose to the slight quiver in your bottom lip. He takes note of the way you huddle yourself inside your coat.

"S'bit nippy, innit’?” He asks, his voice low and warm, a welcomed ironicity. He keeps his eyes on the drifting snowfall, allowing you to meet his gaze at your own pace.

"Haven't gotten used to it yet." You admit sheepishly, grinning up at him as you burrow yourself further into the warmth of your furry coat.

Simon can't help but raise an eyebrow at this. "I take it, it's warm where yer from?" He asks in a puzzled tone, and though he's trying to keep his voice neutral, his curiosity gets the better of him.

You nod animatedly, a small smile hidden underneath the jacket.

A small laugh escapes Simon as his mouth curves into a small smile. His tongue traces along the top row of his front teeth as he watches the small grin form beneath the fur of your coat. A silent moment passes between you before he finally speaks.

“Mus’ be nice.” He murmurs, his voice still maintaining an even tone despite his body language giving way to a more keen and interested one.

You shrug your shoulders with a heave, followed by a long sigh. "Until it was summer," you mumble dramatically. "unbearable."

"So, it's either too 'ot or too cold wit’ ya’.” He observes softly, and something about the fact that he's paying so much attention to this seemingly dull conversation baffles him.

You grin, opening your eyes to gaze up at him, eyes wide and glowing. "Pretty much," you murmur, your smile toothy.

The corners of his lips curl up into a smirk as his eyes follow your mouth for a moment before shifting back to your eyes again. The grin spreads across his face, almost like a blush, as he stares back at you. His expression lightens further as your eyes meet, and it is as if he feels something stir deep inside him when he looks at you.

You breathe a short laugh through your nose, taking in his expression. "I should probably get going soon.", you acknowledge, closing your heavy eyes for a moment longer than necessary.

"Aye, prob'ly." He murmurs, still grinning. Simon's thoughts return to a thousand scenarios as his eyes travel around you momentarily. There's no doubt that he feels something soft make its way inside him, something he hasn't felt in a while. He shifts his weight, his body leaning against the wooden railing as he turns his head toward the bar again, letting out a slow breath.

"Think you could give me a ride?" you ask, leaning into his personal space.

His expression shifts quickly, his heart racing at your playful suggestion. He clears his throat before glancing back at you, his face momentarily caught off guard by your closeness. His eyes meet yours, and he can't help but feel a tingling sensation throughout his body. It's almost as if his body is slowly reacting to yours, the chemistry of a connection.

"Aye, dun't see why not,” he murmurs, his tone shifting slightly more severe with his agreement.

"Thanks! You're the best." You shoot him a playful wink before turning back to look out towards the flickering lamppost, yet refuse to put the space back between you.

"Hmph..." Simon's voice comes out with a tinge of a teasing hilt, and he feels just the right amount of comfort with this closeness between you. Another gust of wind rushes by, sending snowflakes into the air again; he watches as they make a home on your head and shoulders.

"Come on, yer gonna freeze out here." He murmurs, not wanting to let you linger in the frigid cold much longer. He finally shifts his weight off the rail and paces towards the parking lot.

Reluctantly, you push yourself away from the rail to follow closely behind him. "I think I'm starting to get used to it now." You chirp from behind him, not even attempting to keep up.

“Us'd to what?” He forgets about your pointless conversation as he turns back, watching you and laughing softly at the image of your shorter legs struggling to keep up with his long strides.

“The cold,” you answer, humming to yourself. Your eyes stay closed as you stuff your hands into your coat pockets.

The parking lot is a short distance away, and Simon's steps slow as you approach his truck. He opens up the passenger side door for you, waving you over.

You giggle, strolling towards him with an attempt at grace. "Thank you, Lieutenant." you grin, saluting him with the wrong hand before clambering inside.

He shuts the door with an unimpressed shake of his head.

“You smoke?” Ghost asks, offering you the cigarette between his fingers.

“Not those cancer sticks.” You turn your nose up in disgust, not caring if you offended him. To your surprise, he shrugs before placing it between his lips.

He smirked as the cigarette hung from his mouth, not seeming to mind your aversion towards them. You’ve always been straightforward, preferring to precisely say what you’re feeling or thinking rather than hiding it behind politeness or social conventions. He knows that your tendency to be so direct can sometimes rub people the wrong way. But this is just one of the many things he finds refreshing about you. He leans back against the wall with a sigh and slightly glances at you before saying, “Does it botha’ y’ then?” He mumbles in between a drag.

You take a moment to consider his words before shaking your head. "No, not really. You're a grown man; you can do whatever you want." You shrug, appreciating how he turns his head away from you to blow the smoke from his nose.

"Mmhm..." he mutters, nodding in understanding but looking you over when you aren’t paying attention to him. Your relaxed attitude appeals to him, and he grows more comfortable around you.

He watches, his eyes drifting up and down your body as he takes in your appearance, his gaze landing on your exposed neck. It's a rather tempting sight, as the smooth skin of your throat is only made more attractive by how you lean forward while talking. He watches you intently as you form words with your mouth; your accent, which he used to find unusual, now strikes a chord within him—a voice he can only describe as heavenly.

"Ghost?" You ask, turning to look up at him. Confusion is written on your face when he stays silent after you ask him a question.

He snaps out of his reverie, his body twitching as he realizes you’re now looking at him. A slight smirk flashes across his face as he sees the perplexed expression on your face, as he had been so caught up in his admiration of you that Simon hadn't even realized he was supposed to be paying attention. "Sorry, luv," he says softly, his voice slightly teasing as he maintains his gaze on you. "Wot were ya’ sayin’?"

“Here, try some o' this.” Commands John, otherwise known as “Soap,” as he slides you a glass of tequila. For the past fifteen minutes, it seemed to consist of Kyle’s task force forcing you to try their taste in alcoholic beverages. A vodka-lime wasn’t impressive according to their standards.

“Why do I have to try out every single one of your stupid ‘manly’ drinks?” You grumbled, already feeling the effects of the alcohol as you took a quick sip of his drink.

“Is tha' tequila?” Ghost scoffs as he appears in your peripheral vision, causing you to cough and sputter in surprise.

“Why do you always do that?” You complain, wiping away the stray droplets from your lips as John laughs at your misfortune.

Ghost’s eyes widen in what either looks to be humor or surprise—probably both.

“Gettin’ the lass tae expand her horizons,” John explains after collecting himself.

“You sound like an alcoholic,” you mumble, your face warm in embarrassment.

“Why tequila?” Ghost interrupts, still seemingly confused by John’s choice of beverage.

“Whae naht?” The scot shrugs, taking a sip of his drink with raised eyebrows. You glance back and forth between the two men, trying to decipher their unspoken conversation.

“Ya,’ tryna kill her, mate?” Ghost snorts in sarcasm, sitting beside you, his knee brushing against yours as he makes himself comfortable. He doesn’t even glance in your direction, but John’s eyes flicker back and forth between you two knowingly. You hide your shame behind another long sip.

“Are you?” You mutter, staring out the window as silence fills the air.

“Wot?”

John’s laugh rings loud as your face sets up in a blaze.

“Do you like it?” You inquire with anticipation, watching him take a bite of the cultural dish you had made for him to try. You asked him to stop by your temporary place so you could cook him something other than British cuisine. He seemed a bit irked but agreed nonetheless.

“S’ alright.” He mumbles after swallowing, refusing to meet your eyes as he takes another bite.

“You like it, c’mon.” You giggle, poking his bicep, which he swats away, simultaneously shooting you an annoyed glare.

“I said it’s alright.” He reaffirms, chewing slowly. “S’ a bit spicy.” He comments in a neutral tone, but you assume it was supposed to be his form of constructional criticism.

“Yeah, well, everything is spicy to you people.”

He rolls his eyes with an irritated sigh.

“You could’ve just said ‘thank you.’” You sass, hands on your hips.

“I’d 'ave t'be thankful for it first.”

You swat him in the arm this time. He chuckles in response.

Simon grunts as he slams his fist into the black fabric of the boxing bag. The thick material of his gloves protects his fists, but he can almost picture the bruises and cuts decorating his knuckles as he bashes the face in of that smug-looking private.

Simon had nothing against the man—personally speaking anyway—yet he still couldn’t get over how he looked at you. How he danced with you, twirling you around like some bloke, tripping over his feet and his words to impress you.

And you just smiled and laughed, batting your pretty eyes up at him with a sweet smile—the same way you do with Simon.

Simon furrows his eyebrows, pulling his face into a deep frown. He clenches his fists a little tighter as the images of the man dancing with you and making a fool of himself flash through his mind. Simon can also clearly see how you responded to his advances in those images: your saccharine smiles and bashful glances, your symphony of laughs that could bring a choir of angels to shame. He grits his teeth and raises his fist to strike the bag again; his jealousy is getting the better of him.

The more he seethes, the more those memories twist into something else entirely. He can't help but imagine the way the man must have touched you, maybe even kissing you or pulling you into his arms—holding you close. The thought of that makes him even more furious, as he's now thinking about him putting his hands on you in a way that only he is supposed to—or would if only he just asked.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” You inquire, tilting your head to the side as you sit across from Simon in a booth, enjoying the meal he had gotten for you both.

He stops eating for a moment, his busy thoughts halting a little as he hears your voice hit his ears, concerned with a hint of indignation. He hesitates for a second before answering you, not wanting to admit that he's felt a little insecure about his relationship with you. "Nothin’," he gruffs softly, forcing disinterest as he looks at you. "Why?”

You run your tongue over your front teeth as you assess him before looking past his shoulder in thought.

"Is it because I have to leave soon?" You ask softly, deciding to poke at your food with your fork to remain casual.

The mention of your departure only makes his frustration grow even worse, as the thought of you not being here with him brings forth an uncomfortable hollow feeling deep in his chest. "No," he mutters softly, but his response carries a hint of irritation because he believes you have seen through him too quickly. "I jus’...'ave some things on my mind."

He stares at you silently for a moment before looking away and grunting. He can't help but feel slightly guilty for not wanting to be honest with you. Especially when he knows you’ve always been upfront with him, and now he's keeping secrets from you even though there's no real reason for him to. The guilt compels him to consider admitting a little more, but he realizes that doing so would mean ripping back the layers he’s built up around himself for so long. So instead, he says, "It's nowt important."

"Then stop acting so weird."

You sigh, swallowing your frustration. "If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always talk to me." You promise with an empathetic smile.

He sighs and looks away again, feeling even more shameful now that he has to look into your pitful expression after lying straight to it. Simon has been so busy hiding his insecurities that he's lost track of how he’s been treating you, and now Simon realizes that he needs to open up, or else you’ll probably start feeling as if he's abandoning you. "Yeah..." he mutters, shaking his head slightly in disappointment with himself. "I know, m'sorry...I'll be fine."

You soak in the awkward, silent tension for a few more moments, trying to make peace with it.

"Y'know..." you begin tapping his leg under the table with your foot to get his attention. "I'm gonna miss you too." You confess with a bittersweet smile.

His expression softens just a bit, his gaze shifts to make eye contact with you for the first time in a while, and upon seeing your sweet and somewhat sad smile, his discomfort shifts towards a bittersweet tenderness rather than the frustration and resentment he felt before.

"Y'will?" he asks softly, a small smile forming on his lips as he looks away almost immediately, his heart now fluttering at the thought of someone as kind and gentle as you, missing someone as cruel and fucked up as him.

“Of course,” you all but whisper, your eyelids lowering as you admire him with a strange fondness. “But I’m glad—I’m happy I got to meet you, to miss you.” You smile, abandoning your attention on everything else and redirecting it towards him.

“I’d rather miss you every day than not have gotten to meet you at all.”

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ ︎Simon "Ghost" Riley ♡ ︎˖ ࣪ ⊹

ᰔ let me love you like a woman

simon "ghost" riley x reader * warnings: 18+, f!reader, author attempts at accents, dom!simon, sub!reader, groping, p in v, oral sex (m!receiving), rough sex, cowgirl position * wc: 2k

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝜗𝜚 John Price 𝜗𝜚 ˖ ࣪ ⊹

ᰔ blue velvet

john price x reader * warnings: 18+, f!reader, reference to drunken sex, reference to alcohol and smoking, hinting to future sex, suggestive content, maybe ooc john?, author attempts at accents * wc: 900

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nothing to see here! :)

tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, fluff, cunnilingus, praise, body worship wc: 1k

Currently daydreaming about being in an arranged marriage with duke!simon riley. And after an extended celebration, it’s time to consummate the marriage.

Simon senses your nervousness and tries his best to soothe you, gently letting you know he will never touch you without your permission. Little did he know, since you saw him waiting at the altar, gruff yet dignified in his handsome glory, you instantly knew you had to be the luckiest woman alive. Listening to his soft affirmations makes your heart beat even faster.

You remind him that, unfortunately, if you did not do your marital duties, it wouldn't go unnoticed. "the bedsheets," you remind him. "the handmaidens will know once they see that they’re clean." You giggle as you listen to your new husband grumble underneath his breath about the 'daft fockin' traditions'.

"It’s okay," you take his larger hands in yours, squeezing his fingers softly. His face takes on a look of surprise, not expecting to be held so gently. "i trust you." You smile, gazing up at him shyly.

Simon swallows, nodding his head slowly as he finally lets his eyes stray from your face and down your body. You guide his hands towards your waist as you shuffle closer to him, having to strain your neck to look up at him. He rubs his thumb over your satin nightgown, appreciating its silky texture.

He lets out a breath as he fiddles with the straps against your shoulders, his gaze never leaving yours. You nod your head shakily, your breath coming in slightly uneven once it finally sets in on what you're about to do.

"Words," he demands, his voice taking on a more assertive tone.

"Please, Simon," you whine, your face and body growing warm in embarrassment. He smirks proudly as he slowly slides the straps down your shoulders, gently running his fingertips across the soft flesh unveiled before him.

Once your gown turns into a puddle around your feet, he doesn't waste time roaming his curious hands up and down your newly exposed body, cupping your breasts, massaging your hips, and dragging his palm up and down the arch of your spine.

After he lets out a long, pleased sigh, he walks you backward towards the bed. and you do so, even sitting obediently down at the edge of the bed, all without him touching you.

He smiles down at you, his gaze dark yet soft, and his eyes flitter all over your body.

"God, yer beautiful, luv, y’know tha'?" He groans as he begins undressing before you. He chuckles at your meek 'thank you' in response, eyeing the way your thighs squeeze together as you watch him intently.

He withholds from teasing you any further as he kicks away his pants.

"Lie up against the pillow for me, luv," he commands again, nodding his head upward. You quickly do as he says, scooting yourself upwards and biting back a gasp as he slides off the rest of his undergarments. You're not quite sure where that's supposed to go. Not inside you, surely?

"It's alright, sweetheart," he says to comfort you, though a hint of amusement underlies his soft tone of voice. "it ain't gonna bite ya'." He huffs as he follows you, pinning you against the bed.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words stay trapped inside your throat as your eyes lock on against his twitching cock.

"Will it hurt?" You ask, your voice thin as you gaze back up at his face for reassurance. He grins toothily, his eyes crinkling as he shakes his head.

"Nah, little bird," he grunts, his voice thick and husky. "I won't let it hurt ya'."

You moan softly as his lips connect with yours in a tender kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as his calloused hand cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing gently across your cheekbone. You blush deeply as his lips continue to smack against your own, even more so as they descend to your neck and naked chest.

You grasp at his short, light brown strands of hair; a tiny squeak leaves your mouth as he licks over your areole before nibbling at the soft, hardening bud.

“Simon,” you whisper as he gropes at your unattended breast. You arch your chest closer towards his greedy mouth and gentle caresses.

He hums huskily at the sound of his name leaving your lips in such a lewd way. “Feelin’ good, luvie? Yeah?” He asks but frames it more as a statement as he kisses down the expanse of your body, his hands parting your thighs wide as he settles himself in between them.

“Wait - what’re you—” you’re cut off by a trembling moan escaping from deep inside your chest, watching in bewilderment as his lips attach themselves to your pussy and keening further as he sucks hard.

"It's-it's dirty!" You protest, your fingers weakly tugging at his hair in an attempt to pull him away, yet this seems only to excite him further. He groans deeply, shaking his head from side to side, his eyes clenched shut in concentration.

He softly chuckles against your mound, tracing his tongue up and down your labia. "dunno' whatcha' mean, luv." He mumbles, nudging his nose against your clit as his tongue pokes against the rim of your dripping hole.

"Tastes good t'me."

You find you don't exactly have the words to respond to him, only bringing your hand up to your mouth to conceal your growing noises of pleasure. You arch your back deeply, lifting your hips to chase the feeling of his sinful mouth.

"Don't stop," you whimper from behind your hand, your brows deeply furrowed, and your eyes glaze over as you peer down at him.

"Lemme' hear ya'," he growls, shooting you a warning look from between your legs.

"But-"

His glare deepens, causing you to remove your hand from your face with a submissive whimper, grasping at the soft linen beneath you.

"Good girl."

Your thighs clench tight around his face at the sudden praise, feeling embarrassed as he huffs out a laugh.

"Dun't get too excited now, luv." He drawls, his fingers dipping in between your legs to rub slow circles against your clit.

"Y've gotta long night."

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Let Me Love You Like a Woman ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley

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summary: when you come home late from work, you find your boyfriend sleeping in your bed after being away for a few months. and you're more than happy to give him the 'welcome home' he deserves. tags/trigger warning: 18+, f!reader, fluff, reunion sex, oral sex (m!receiving), groping, p in v, cowgirl position, rough sex, dom!simon, sub!reader, cursing, use of pet names ("love", "lovie", "babe", "baby"), author attempts at accents wc: 2k

a/n: wasn’t supposed to be this long. sorry, y'all (or your welcome).

Coming home after a long work day, you kick off your heels with a sigh, your makeup smudged, and your once neatly styled hair in disarray.

You push open the door to your bedroom, only to be met by your sleeping boyfriend curled up underneath your girly, fluffy sheets as soft snores drift through the room. He had been gone for a couple of months while on deployment, and now he was back, taking a nap in your bed. The sight was so bittersweet that you almost began to cry.

Quickly, without much thinking, you took off your work clothes, scrambling to find something cute to wear before retouching your makeup and fixing your hair. You knew Simon wouldn't care about what you looked like, only that he'd be happy to see you, which only seemed to drive you further into waking him up with something nice to look at.

You weren't exactly sure why you felt this way, but as you gazed down at him now, watching his chest evenly move up and down and how his brown lashes fluttered against his cheeks, you realized he made you feel things no one else ever has.

You bit your lip, feeling guilty, as you gently combed your fingernails through his short brown hair to rouse him peacefully; you knew he needed his sleep, but you needed him too!

He grunts deeply, his eyes fluttering open in a confused daze before scanning the room. Once his eyes finally land on you, you can't hold back the wide smile stretching across your face.

His expression almost seems bored as he gazes up at you, but you can tell by how his lips parted slightly and the natural furrow of his brows completely disappeared that he was more than happy to see you.

“I know I should let you sleep," you whispered, not wanting to break the spell of tranquility wafting throughout the room.

“Nah," he croaks, his voice husky and guttural with sleep. "dun't," his hands traveling up the expanse of your hips and thighs, gently urging you closer.

You chuckle softly, moving your body the way he wants as you perch yourself on top of him, resting your hands across his lower abdomen.

"I missed you," you murmured as you leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his lips, making sure to expose the tops of your breasts for his viewing pleasure. Yet he just closed his eyes, his hand reaching up to tuck away a stray hair falling over your face behind your ear.

"Missed ya’ too, luv," he said, his opposite hand reaching underneath your cami nightdress to grope at your ass, squeezing the soft doughy flesh with an appreciative hum.

You beam down at him, rocking your hips against his in a slow, back-and-forth motion and elevating in the deep groan you pull from his chest as his cock stirs to life.

You press sloppy kisses all across his face, giggling at his pretend groan of protest as if the quick jerking motion of his hips doesn't give him away.

"I thought of you every day, y'know..." You whisper against the shell of his ear before nibbling softly on the lobe and descending further down the side of his neck, nuzzling your nose against his pulse.

"Ah' figured y'd," I figured you would. Simon mumbles, almost intelligible, with a cocky, sleepy grin. You giggle, letting your hands roam down the expanse of his body, palming over his semi-erection.

You lean back up, straightening your spine as you tug the seam of his sweatpants down to his thighs, allowing his hard cock to slap against his pelvis. He lets out a long exhale, his hips shifting upwards as he fights back the heaviness pulling at his eyelids.

"Did you think of me?" you breathed, wrapping your soft hand around his leaky tip and twisting, pulling downwards to coat his length in his sticky arousal, allowing for a smoother and more pleasurable glide.

"Dun't act daft, luv," he tosses his head back with another sigh, his abs clenching and unclenching in response to your teasing. "y'know I did,"

You fight back the urge to keep him talking, knowing he's likely still exhausted from his lack of sleep. Yet the way his voice twists and curls around your entire being is still entirely revolutionary for you. You don't even think he'll ever realize the kind of effect he has on you.

“I know," you giggle, making yourself comfortable between his meaty thighs, pressing tender kisses along his cock. "I just like hearing you say it." you nuzzle your cheek against him, unbothered by the wetness sticking to your cheek.

He grunts in response, his large hair cradling through your hair as he holds you against him, rutting himself against your face with deep pants.

You whine softly, gripping the flesh of his thighs as you brace yourself against him as he uses you for his pleasure. “Simon," you protest, trying to shift your mouth closer toward him, but he doesn't budge, only holding your head tighter in his hand.

"Don't move," he growls, his thrusts growing faster against your face as his pants grow louder, his thighs twitching softly beneath your fingers.

"Fock, yer s'soft," he grunts, his fingers curling tighter against the sheets.

Without warning, he lifts your face upwards by your hair, shifting his legs wider as he jerks himself off in front of you.

"Simon," you try again, adding a high-pitched hilt to your voice. "lemme touch you, please?" you beg, the throbbing between your legs growing harder to ignore.

"Yeh? Y'wanna touch me, luvie? Missed this fat fockin' cock, didn'cha?" he chuckles darkly, his groans growing louder as he taps the tip against your wet lips.

"Open wide, luv," he commands, sliding his length deeper inside your obedient mouth, his eyes trained on your cock-drunken expression.

"Ahh, yeah, that's it..." he moans, resting his head back against the pillows, letting go of himself as he grabs the back of your neck with the same hand. "little wider, f'me babe,"

Your cunt throbs at the sounds of his pleasure, mewling in desperation as you lick and suckle, twisting your lips to fit around the girth of his cock. you gag softly as his hips stutter, shoving the tip against the back of your throat, followed by a lewd whine escaping his chapped lips.

"God, yeah, I really did miss yer slutty fockin' mouth," he pants with a fucked out smile, guiding your head in an up-and-down motion, lifting his head back up to watch with a stuttering groan.

"And yer pretty little pussy too, shite! Bet she missed me too, didn' she?" you hum contently, gazing up at him as the sinful sounds of slurping and sucking escape your mouth. You rub your thighs together, your cunt clenching at the words pouring out of him. You always loved it when you got him riled up like this: his brain fogged over and his lips looser.

You nod your head in response to the best of your abilities. He laughs breathlessly at the sight of you before pulling you off of him, hissing the cool air, and making contact with his wet dick.

He smirks at your whimper of protest, "Yeah, yeah, princess." he tugs you back onto his lap by your armpits before smacking the fat of your ass perched over his thighs. "go ahead n' ride this cock, ya' love s'much, then." he snorts, resting his palms on top of your thighs as he waits for you to start.

You huff, narrowing your eyes at him with a smirk, resting your hands over his large pectorals as leverage to lift yourself above him. You reach down, slowly jerking him before guiding him towards your leaking pussy.

"There ya' go..." he sighs, massaging your hips just as you begin to sink onto him. "All the way, luvie," he grunts, thrusting upward in his impatience.

You bite back a choked sob, the stretch of him almost unbearable after so long. He lets out a ragged breath of his own, his palms sliding to your ass to part your cheeks as he attempts to get deeper.

"Jesus," he practically shouts, his lips parting wide as his face scrunches together, almost like he’s angry. "s'like yer fockin' stranglin' me."

You mewl in agreement, your nails digging into the skin of his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself from the intense mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Simon," you plead, forcing to sink the rest of the way until your ass lands on the tops of his thighs with a loud 'plap'. You both let out your strangled cries as his tip poked against the deepest part of you.

"God, your little cunny is so perfect," he grunts half to himself, barely giving you a chance to adjust before he's jackhammering himself inside you, his large hands lifting you up and down by your ass cheeks.

He plants his feet higher up on the bed, giving himself more leverage as he fucks into you at an overwhelmingly rapid pace. Debauched wails fill the room along with the fast sounds of flesh-against-flesh and the slick and slippery noises of your combined fluids.

"Oh yeah, fock tha' cock, luv," he moans, slapping your ass once more, followed by a passionate squeeze as he lets you set the pace.

He smiles up at you, the tops of his white teeth gleaming happily as his calloused hands stroke along the supple skin of your body. He drags his palms upward, groping your tits as his hips begin lifting to match your own with sharp and unforgiving thrusts.

"Baby," you squeak, gripping his hands as you bounce faster, peering your eyes open to gaze at his face. Your eyes sweep over his long, crooked nose and his downturned, dark-brown eyes blanketed by long, soft lashes.

"Yeah?" he pants, his eyes peering into yours in a yearning, adoring trance. "Tha' feel good? Hm?" he purses his lips in concentration, angling himself to hit the spongy spot deep inside you.

"S’good!" you let out a sweet little cry, tears forming beneath your eyelids, your belly tightly clenching as you chase the indescribable feeling. "Oh my god!"

"Doin' such a good job, f'me, girly." he let out a low grunt as he gripped your small wrists together in his hand and pinned them against his chest as he resumed his dominant pace.

"Can tell y'gettin' close, luv." He acknowledges as his dick twitches uncontrollably inside of you, threatening to release at any moment. You're surprised he managed to last as long as he has.

"C'mon baby," he pressed with a pleased grunt. "Cum on my cock, I know ya' wan' ta.'" he grins arrogantly as his balls smack against your pussy until he's barely pulling back out to fuck into you.

And like clockwork, you do. It almost surprises you how quickly and seemingly unexpectedly you approach your high. But it shouldn't, especially when you know how obedient your body is to Simon. You cry out for him as you release, drenching his lower half and spraying his abs in a coat of transparent essence.

A deep groan of your name is the only warning you receive before he's flooding your velvety insides with his spunk, his thrusts growing faster as he rides out his high before halting completely.

He softly loosens his death grip on your wrists as he brings them to his lips to kiss soothingly. You open your eyes, whining softly at his rare act of affection. He meets your gaze with his own; his smile is crooked, and his breaths are sharp and uneven.

"Took it like a champ, luvie," he chuckles deeply before sighing and pulling you into his chest. He kisses the top of your head, dragging his fingers down the length of your spine before patting your ass.

“Y’d make a good wife...”

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Can We Stay Awhile? ♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

summary: a heartfelt farewell between Simon and you, where your unspoken emotions and a tender embrace define your parting; despite promises to keep in touch, you part with unexpressed feelings and missed opportunities. tags/trigger warnings: sfw, f!reader, emotional goodbye, sadness/heartache, longing and separation, maybe unrequited love, tis’ sad wc: 2.2k

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“You didn’t have to do this for me, y’know…” You gaze idly out the window, the outside world zipping past in a glaucous haze.

“I know,” he answers, his voice one could describe as only tristful. You smile softly, watching him as he shifts uncomfortably underneath your stare.

So why are you? You wanted to ask, yet held your tongue so as not to ruin the peaceful mood by forcing him into a confession. Sometimes, you wonder if pushing him will bring him closer or turn him away. You knew he was a tough nut to crack, and so were you; opening up took time, but time was running thin.

Darkness covered the outside world, with only the faintest hint of the sun's early light slipping through the morning mist that gently clung to your window—a somber, overcast blanket draped over the sky, a common sight in this country. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel it somehow mirrored the escalating tension in the air.

You were finally leaving.

Simon was the first to offer to drive you to the airport, despite knowing that you had to leave early in the morning. His constant willingness to go out of his way for you always stood out. Even when you tried to decline his offer, he insisted on being there for you. Simon wasn't the type to be openly affectionate, so you perceived his actions as expressing his care and concern for you.

And yet, he hadn’t spoken a word until now, only answering in grunts or shakes of his head. You could tell just by a glance that he was hurt even if his face remained stoic and his body motionless.

"We'll keep in touch," you assured, your words tinged with empathy. However, Simon's frustration only intensified.

As you stared at him, hoping for a response, you couldn't help but admire his striking features. You recalled the moment when he took off his mask in front of you for the first time, and how his satisfied smile lit up his face as he saw your reaction. "And I promise to find the time to come and see you," you whispered, feeling a little disheartened by his silence.

“Mhm,” he grunted, his fingers flexing against the steering wheel.

“I don’t get it,” you huff, your eyes narrowing in irritation. “You travel for work all the time.”

“M’ not upset.” He sighs, never taking his eyes off the road ahead. “Not wit’ you, anyway.”

“Oh,” you say rather dumbly, slumping back into your seat. “Then, why—”

“I just…” he sighs again; a moment passes as he attempts to turn his thoughts into words. “Do I have tuh say it? Ya know how I feel about ya’.” The resignation in his voice was palpable as if he was waving up a white flag in surrender.

“I know,” you sympathize, feeling the total weight of what’s to come. “I’m sorry, Simon, I–”

“Dun’t apologize,” he cuts you off abruptly. He clears his throat before softening his tone. “S’not yer fault, love.”

“I know, I just wish that…” You close your mouth, struggling to find the right words. “I wish we got to spend more time together, that’s all.”

“Aye,” he swallows, jerking his head in a nodding motion. “Me too.”

He couldn't quite explain the thoughts and feelings swirling around in his head. It was a flurry of emotions. Simon wasn't good at them and never had been. He could handle a gun better than expressing his feelings, but you were different. Everything was different with you.

Silence again dominates the scene, leaving an air of melancholy and awkwardness. You turn the music dial to drown it out, and he silently thanks you. For once, he is content with not speaking. He doesn’t want to fight or argue. He wants to savor his limited time, even though it does little to soothe the ache in his chest.

Watching the front of the airport come into view, you struggled to express your gratitude. "Thanks for driving me," you finally managed to say, the words stuck in your throat as if they were hesitant to leave.

“Don’t mention it…” He trailed off weakly, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration welling up inside of him. The airport grew closer and closer, the white concrete building standing out in the darkness like a beacon.

Simon pulled his vehicle into the drop-off lane, his grip on the steering wheel tight and strained. The engine hummed to a halt as the car stopped, but neither of you had yet to exit.

“I have to go now,” you said, looking at him, eyes wide and searching his face for a reaction. “I’ll miss you.”

His eyes met yours, and you saw so many emotions flicker within his gaze: sadness, anger, and something else that bordered on resignation. “Yeah… me too.” He muttered gruffly, trying to keep his emotions under control.

A beat of silence passed between you both, the air heavy with unsaid words and unexpressed feelings. “Be safe,” Simon finally spoke again, his tone curt and somewhat hoarse.

“I’ll try,” you quipped, reaching for even the tiniest crumb of humor, your lips quivering into a small smile, yet your eyes betrayed you, your face remained atrabilious.

His lips twitched involuntarily, almost mirroring the hint of a smile. “Don’t try,” he said, his voice tinged with wryness. “Ya’ know how I worry ‘bout ya.”

Simon knew that you were trying to lighten the mood and shield him from your emotions, as well as protecting yourself. However, he saw through your brave facade and could see the sadness in your eyes despite your forced smile.

“I know,” you grinned, huffing a short breath of laughter. “But I’ll update you; tell you what I’m doing and where I’m going.” You reassured, fighting back the urge to hold his hand. “I’ll come back, I promise.” You repeated, more serious this time.

His gaze softened a hint, a flicker of vulnerability passing over his rugged features. “Y’better,” he grumbled, the hint of teasing in his voice belied by a hint of desperation.

Simon leaned back in his seat, taking a moment to look at you, at how your hair frames your face, the slight tremble in your lip, and the shine in your eyes.

“I’ll be waitin’ for ya’,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Just… take care of yourself, arright?”

“I will,” you nod, your gaze finding his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. You shoot him one final smile before opening the passenger door and stepping outside.

You wait outside for Simon to open his trunk and collect your suitcases. The weather has warmed, but the brumous winds haven’t lost their bite.

He silently steps out, closing the driver's door before going to the back, opening the trunk, and unloading your suitcases. His movements are mechanical, his mind preoccupied with the idea that you’ll be gone soon.

As Simon silently loads the suitcases into your waiting hands, his gaze shifts back and forth to the airport entrance. The soft morning sun begins to emerge, casting a warm glow on your face, and Simon feels a pang of longing in his heart as he takes in the sight.

“Goodbye, Simon.” Your lip wobbles as you reach to hold him by his face, leaning forward and placing a chaste peck on his cheek.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” you whispered as you pulled away, holding up your heavy luggage with a grunt. “Thanks for everything.” You bit your lip, choking back your tears as they warmed your eyes.

He struggled to swallow, feeling the constriction in his throat as he bid you farewell. He couldn't move, feeling rooted to the ground for a brief moment. His muscles tensed like coiled springs as a swarm of thoughts invaded his mind, gripping him in a vice of unease.

He suddenly reached out as you were about to turn away, gently grabbing your wrist. “Wait,”

He pulled you back to him, his other hand moving to the nape of your neck as he enveloped you in a fierce embrace. He pressed you against him, his arms wrapping around you tightly, desperate and protective.

Simon buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and committing it to memory. Pressure built in his chest, and the dam started to crack for the first time in a while.

You were left speechless by his spontaneous act of affection, your body frozen still in shock before you let go of your bags, uncaring how they fell as you threw your arms around his shoulders, smushing your cheek into his shoulder as your feet lifted from the ground. You squeezed him tightly, his skin dampening as you silently cried.

Simon's fingertips grasped the fabric of your shirt, clinging tightly to his grip on you, verging on possessiveness as his body slightly quivered while he rested his chin against the top of your head.

He was engulfed in a wistful trance, feeling like a mighty tide was pulling him under. However, amidst it all, a profound and overwhelming sense of emptiness washed over him at the mere thought of your departure.

Reluctantly, you slowly released your tight hold on him, allowing your toes to barely touch the solid ground. His arms still wrapped around your lower back as your hand came to rest upon his chest. You giggled, delicately dabbing away the moisture underneath your eyes, followed by a wet sniffle.

His intense gaze locked firmly on yours, carefully examining the contours of your face. He observed the gentle flutter of your eyelashes as you tried to blink away your tears and noticed how your lips slightly parted as if they had a thousand and one unspoken words waiting to be said. Your faces were so close that your noses almost touched, the warmth of your breath mingling in the small space between you.

He longed to bridge the gap between you, to take your face in his hands and claim your lips fervently. Instead, he settled to rest his forehead against yours in a silent display of affection.

“Off with you,” he whispered, pulling away with a tight-lipped smile.

With a sense of hesitation, he slowly withdrew his hands from your body, and the lingering sensation of his touch left behind a profound and tangible sense of emptiness. He wanted to say so many things. Stay, don’t go. I’m a fool. I’m in love, and I’m scared. But none of them escaped his lips.

Instead, all he said was, “Give me a ring when ya’ land, arrite?”

"Of course," you whispered back hoarsely, your voice barely audible above the ambient noise. You nodded slowly before letting your heels touch back to the concrete with a sharp click, its sound echoing through the bustling street.

As you turned to leave, with his help, you gathered your belongings. You expressed a gentle and definitive thank you before pivoting away, leaving him in the background as you walked towards the front. Before entering, you looked back, offering a slightly awkward wave as a final goodbye.

He remained still beside the car, observing as the space between you widened with each stride. Folding his arms across his chest, he took several deep breaths to control himself. With a feeble wave, he leaned against the car, his emotions hidden behind a carefully constructed mask of stoicism.

His eyes remained fixated on the door through which you disappeared as if expecting you to come walking back at any moment. However, reality soon sank in, and he knew he had to accept that you were gone. Still, he lingered for a few moments longer, his mind replaying the scene repeatedly.

He tightly pressed his lips together, grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw, battling the tumultuous thoughts that were tearing him apart from the inside.

Eventually, he pushed himself away from the car before returning inside.

As he fumbled with the controls, attempting to resume the music to fill the void of silence, he became aware that your Bluetooth had disconnected. Agitated, he swallowed hard and swiftly shifted the car into drive, eager to return home.

The drive back seemed to stretch endlessly, with a profound silence suffocating him. Not one stray thought crossed his mind as he drove, his entire concentration fixed on the road ahead. The sky gradually shifted from a foggy blue to a soft glow, the gradual light of dawn revealing a world emerging from its slumber.

As you settled into your seat and the airplane ascended into the sky, you gazed out of the vacant window, observing the somber clouds gliding past. You pressed the heel of your palm against your quivering lips, struggling to contain the wrecked sob welling up inside you.

Throughout the flight, you only wanted to turn your brain off, sleep away from this mess, and pretend it didn't happen. Simon was just a man who made your time a little more worthwhile; it was simply an enjoyable experience and nothing more.

As soon as you stepped off the plane, however, you felt the overwhelming urge to reach out and hear his voice. You couldn't deny your deep longing for him despite trying to maintain your composure and pride. How much you missed him was almost painful, especially considering you had never established an official relationship. Yet you were caught up in tears over someone who had never been yours.

A sense of desperation washed over you as you reached for the phone. You dialed the number Simon had left, anticipation building as the phone rang once, twice, and again. Your hope dwindled with each unanswered ring as he failed to pick up. He never answered. And he never called you back.

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Burning Desire ౨ৎ Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day II: Threesome

summary: your boyfriend returns home after deployment, bringing home his other plus one. tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, praise, a bit of degradation, anal, double penetration, ghoap, dom!simon, switch!john, sub!reader, alcohol consumption, smoking, cursing, use of pet names, author attempts at accents wc: 4.6k a/n: i’m a little late, but i didn't expect it to be this long. i had also never written a threesome before, so bare with me. sorry if it's bad i panicked.

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Simon: Coming home late.

The room is shrouded in darkness, with only the soft, bluish glow of the phone's screen cutting through the obscurity. As the familiar ping echoes through the room, you let out a tired groan and shift your weight, reaching out with one arm to find your phone. Your fingers dance over the surface of your nightstand, searching for the device as you roll over onto your side.

Another ping rings out.

Simon: Johnny is staying the night.

As you shifted onto your stomach, you reached for your phone to catch up on your notifications. Despite the late hour, you were undeterred. You’ve grown accustomed to your boyfriend's unpredictable schedule and hold no resentment. Trust is the foundation of your relationship, and it goes both ways.

You: Okay. Drive safe.

You let out a long, exasperated sigh, feeling the weight of the day's stress bearing down on you. Tossing your phone somewhere onto the rumpled sheets of the bed, you rolled over, pulling the comforter snugly around you, and allowed yourself to sink back into the welcoming embrace of sleep.

The room's quiet was suddenly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps approaching and keys jingling. The distinct click of the front door being forcefully shut filled the air, causing your eyes to snap open in surprise.

As you lay in bed, you could hear the lively chatter of the Scotsman echoing through the walls, emanating from the kitchen. The sound traveled through the house, reaching your ears before your boyfriend intervened and reminded him to lower his voice. Despite the hushed tones that followed, you were already awake.

You let out a weary sigh as you sat in your comfortable bed. As you shifted to the side, your bare feet touched the cold, smooth surface of the wooden floor, sending a shiver up your spine. With a reach, you turned on the lamp, and the previously enveloping darkness of your room was replaced by the gentle, warm embrace of its soft yellow light, casting comforting shadows on the walls.

As you walked out, the soft light from the kitchen illuminated the distinct figure of your boyfriend, Simon. He stood tall and broad, his presence commanding the space. His friend was busy unlacing his boots, sitting on one of your kitchen chairs, while Simon leaned casually against the counter, a faint smile playing on his lips as he engaged in conversation.

You cleared your throat, making your presence known as you observed them with narrow eyes.

They halted their conversation, both turning towards you like they had been caught discussing something that wasn't meant for your ears.

“It’s four in the morning.” You said with your arms folded over your chest, your jaw clenching as you watched both gazes fall to your chest before meeting your face.

“Could you be a little quieter?” You let out a deep sigh of frustration, feeling your chest tighten as you looked down at the pristine white tiles of your kitchen floor, now marred by the unmistakable pattern of dirt and grime left behind by a pair of rugged combat boots. The once immaculate surface now bore the imprint of someone's rugged footsteps, starkly contrasting the pristine environment you had meticulously maintained.

“Seriously, Simon? How many times have I told you–”

“I did miss you, sweetheart.” As your boyfriend approached you, a wistful sigh escaped his lips, indicating a mixture of longing and resignation. His steps were deliberate, almost as if he were lost in thought, paying no attention to the words you had spoken moments earlier.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” As he loomed above you, you couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and anticipation. You felt his presence as he leaned in, his hands finding their place on your hips and applying gentle pressure. His face drew closer to yours, and you turned your cheek to him, feeling the warmth of his lips as they made contact with your skin

“I'll clean up the mess, love,” he grumbled, dissatisfied with your reluctance of his affection.

“Good.” You let out a frustrated huff, feeling the weight of your annoyance as you turned to look up at him. As your eyes met him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of softening in your demeanor. The tension and frustration building inside your chest seemed to dwindle as you gazed up at him slowly.

"I missed you too," you replied softly, your heart racing as you met his intense gaze. His lips curled into a satisfied grin, revealing a hint of dimples before they slowly pressed against yours, sending a rush of warmth through your body. His hand gently held the back of your head, pulling you closer, trapping you against him in a tender yet passionate embrace.

As you pulled away, you couldn't help but look over Simon’s shoulder to the man sitting at your table with a sly grin, his pale eyes twinkling in humor.

You’ve met John before on many different occasions, some similar to nights like these when they stumbled into your home, sometimes drunk and chattering like a couple of girls over steaming gossip.

You’ve come to terms with the fact that they're a package deal. John, who Simon affectionately calls “Johnny,” is always one step behind him, yapping on and on about something or other. Those two are so different, but they make it work like the sun and the moon.

John had a charismatic way of flirting that seemed to charm everyone around him, including you. Despite Simon's usual protectiveness, he appeared to make an exception for John, allowing him to get closer to you than anyone else. However, it wasn't just you that John interacted with suggestively. There were moments when you noticed the way John looked at Simon, and it seemed to go beyond just friendly admiration. At times, you dismissed it, attributing it to John's flirtatious nature, but there were hints of something more beneath the surface.

“Hi John,” you greeted almost bashfully, embarrassed to be standing in front of him in your night clothes.

With a warm smile spreading across his face, John greeted you in a deep, smooth Scottish accent, "Hey, darlin'. Didnae mean to wake ye up. Hope we were nae too loud, eh?" He flashed a teasing grin towards Simon before turning his attention back to you, eyes scanning your body with a flicker of appreciation. He stood up, revealing his impressive frame adorned in a loose, sleeveless shirt and shorts, showcasing his tattooed arms.

“Well… I’m up now.” You answered, making your way into the kitchen and opening up a bottle of wine to pour yourself a glass before returning to sleep. “Might as well hang out for a little while.” You missed the shared glance between the other two as you brought the rim to your lips.

Chuckling lightly at your comment, John sauntered to the kitchen counter, leaning against it effortlessly. His eyes followed your movements intently, admiring the curves of your figure hidden beneath the loose fabric. As you sipped your wine, he couldn’t help but appreciate your beauty in the dim lighting.

You watched as Simon disappeared into your room, likely changing into something more comfortable as he got ready for bed. You didn't think much of it.

Your attention was redirected as John approached you, casually reaching for the wine bottle, pouring himself a generous glass, and raising it in a toast. "To us, eh?" He clinked his glass gently against yours, maintaining eye contact. "Simon's a lucky bloke to have ye," he said sincerely before siping. John traced his fingers along the rim of the glass, enjoying the sensation of the cool glass against his skin as he waited for your reaction. His free hand rested on the counter, only inches away from yours.

You felt your heart race as you glanced downward, acutely aware of his proximity before locking eyes with him. His piercing, icy blue eyes sent shivers down your spine and ignited warmth. "Thank you," you whispered, moistening your lips with the tip of your tongue, your voice barely above a breath.

You watched his eyes flicker downwards before meeting your eyes again, a knowing grin on his face. He reached up, rubbing his jaw as he looked down at you. You conversed for a few minutes, the tension in the air increasing as your body grew warmer with anticipation. You couldn't care less about the questions he was asking you, only entranced by the softness of his gaze and the sultry allure of his voice.

The room fell silent as Simon reentered, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of you with a hint of knowing amusement. Despite the subtle flicker of emotion in his eyes, his expression remained stoic and unreadable, revealing nothing of his thoughts or intentions.

John raised his glass in a silent salute, acknowledging his presence without breaking eye contact with you. He took another slow sip of the wine, savoring the rich flavor while keeping his hand close to yours. Turning towards Simon, he asked, "What do ye say, mate? Another drink before we all turn in?" His voice was playful and suggestive.

The silence hung heavy in the air, but John never faltered, his easygoing demeanor masking the anticipation that surged beneath the surface. He set his glass down next to yours, his calloused hand brushing gently against your arm. With a sly grin, he continued, "Unless there's something else ye'd rather be doing?"

“I…" you whispered, your voice fading into the tense air as the two men fixed their gaze on you. You observed Simon approaching with confident strides, a hand resting lightly on John's back. He casually took the drink from John's hand, raising it to his lips, and savored the taste of the crimson liquid before running his tongue over his lips.

You watched as he handed the glass back to John, his hand sliding down his back before he made his way in front of you. His hands found your waist, his thumb idly drawing circles into your shirt before he hoisted you into the air and onto the countertop. You let out a yelp of surprise, lifting your cup into the air to prevent a spill.

“Simon! You–” he cut you off once more, taking the drink from your hand and setting it down beside you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I could've spilled that…” you murmured, his dark gaze silencing your protests.

Simon chose to ignore you as his hands drifted up and down your body, feeling you up before his hands descended to your thighs, parting them firmly yet gently.

“Wait… uhh…” you stammered, your voice coming out in a weak and shaky breath, anxiety bubbling in your stomach, knowing his best friend was watching.

John watched with hooded eyes as he moved in, enjoying your reaction to Simon’s assertiveness. His heart rate increased as the situation unfolded. Setting his glass down, John took a step closer, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of your calf, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

His gaze shifted between you and Simon, drinking in your connection before finally focusing on your face. "It's okay, lass," he reassured you with a low whisper, his accent thick with desire. "We'll take care of ye." He let his hand trail up your leg, the touch gentle but possessive, as if claiming you for the night.

As you seemingly got lost in John’s gaze, you felt Simon’s hand cup your chin, redirecting your attention towards him as he leaned forward, catching your lips in another kiss, yet longer and more passionate, before his mouth descended towards your neck. Instinctively, you arched into him, your hands reaching up to entangle themselves in his hair, letting out soft gasps and airy whines.

With a lustful glint in his pale blue eyes, John followed suit. His rough fingers slowly worked their way under your shirt, exploring the soft skin of your lower back. He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "Feels good, eh?" he asked, the question barely audible yet loaded with anticipation.

You nodded your head, gasping as you felt Simon’s finger dip between your thighs, fingers diligently pressing against your clothed clit, feeling the dampness of your panties from your arousal.

John’s hands continued their exploration of your body, moving to caress the swell of your breast. In sync with Simon's rhythm, Soap pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, the contrast of his stubble against your smooth skin sending shivers down your spine.

Time passed slowly as both men continued groping your body, Simon’s fingers parting your panties to the side, sliding his fingers up and down your pussy, coating them in your juices before pressing them inside. You let out a shaky moan as John continued kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Simon's fingers slid in with barely any resistance despite being away for some time. “Simon…” you called his name, one hand clutching his bicep.

“I know, love,” he said, his voice guttural and thick with desire as his heavy gaze adorned you. It started off slow until his thick digits were twisting and curling inside you, pumping in and out in preparation for what was to come.

You could feel John’s breathing growing shallow and labored against your skin. He trailed his free hand down to the front of his pants, subtly adjusting himself; you couldn't help but think how uncomfortable it must feel. With a smoldering look, he whispered your name into your ear, “ye've got us both ready fer ye. Where would ye like us, lass?"

You suddenly remembered that you were still in your kitchen as Simon began to remove your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold air and causing your nipples to perk in response. As Simon’s eyes darkened, his hand reached up to cup your breast, squeezing with an appreciative groan. “Aye’ve missed these two,” he said bluntly.

“Wait,” you stammered, breath shaky and uneven with excitement and anticipation. “We should… go to the bedroom.”

You yelped as Simon lifted you, tossing your body over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. Your eyes met John’s before he shot you a wink as he followed close behind, shedding his shirt from his back revealing his muscular torso. Your eyes roamed the hairy expanse of John’s body. His stocky build was lined with scars and tattoos decorating across his skin.

Once you reached the dimly lit space, Simon gently lowered you onto the soft bed. He swiftly removed your shorts along with your underwear, revealing your arousal to their hungry gazes.

John reached forward, running a calloused thumb along your inner thigh, spreading your legs further apart, exposing your slick folds. “Ye’re absolutely breathtaking,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

“Thank you,” you replied breathlessly as Simon’s large hand traveled down your body.

John leaned in, letting his fingers trace over your thighs, savoring the softness of your skin. He moved his thumb teasingly over your clit, watching as your hips bucked slightly at the contact. His eyes locked onto yours, drinking in your reactions as Simon’s mouth closed around one of your nipples, eliciting another moan from you.

"Got a pretty voice, Bonnie," he murmured, increasing the pressure and speed of his ministrations. His other hand snaked its way behind your knee, encouraging you to spread your legs wider for him before he dipped his head between your legs, replacing his thumb with his tongue, lapping up the sweetness you offered. He groaned appreciatively, losing himself in your taste and texture. His fingers slid inside, curling and thrusting in tandem with his tongue, determined to bring you to the edge.

“She does,” Simon agreed, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt as he shook off his pants. You watched in awe as his fist curled into John’s hair, shoving his face deeper, causing his nose to press into your clit, as you keened in response, your fingers entangled into the sheets beside you.

His fingers continued to explore you, finding that perfect spot that made you squirm and moan louder. As your body tensed, signaling your impending climax, John picked up the pace, his tongue swirling and flicking relentlessly. He continued to pleasure you, savoring each moan and twitch of your muscles. With each stroke of his tongue, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to orgasm.

“That's it, love," he encouraged, "Let it all go.” His arousal was evident, his trousers straining against his erection. Finally, with a loud cry, you came apart in his mouth, your hips bucking wildly. John held steady, drinking in every drop of your release, his fingers still inside you, gently massaging your G-spot as your orgasm subsided. He pulled away, a satisfied look on his face, only to find Simon watching him intently, his gaze filled with lust.

John licked his lips clean before moving up to kiss you deeply, sharing the taste of your pleasure between the two of you. After breaking the kiss, John’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced at Simon. "Care to join in properly now, mate?" he asked, gesturing towards your still-quivering body.

He ran his hand up your torso, cupping one of your breasts tenderly, while his other hand reached down to stroke Simon’s hard length, showing that he was just as eager to pleasure him as he was to pleasure you. Your thighs threatened to squeeze as you watched, your gaze dancing between them both before Simon leaned forward, hand still curled in John’s hair, before tilting his head back and capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Their tongues tangled together hungrily, hands roaming over each other's bodies as if trying to memorize every curve and contour. Breaking the kiss, John shifted his focus to Simon, taking his hard length in hand and beginning to stroke firmly. He looked up at Simon through his lashes, his gaze filled with heat.

With an encouraging nod from Simon, John leaned forward, pressing his lips around the head of his cock, teasing him with slow, deliberate licks before taking him fully into his mouth, making sure to maintain eye contact while pleasuring him. You gasped in shock as you watched, moaning at the sight of another man pleasing Simon in the same way you did. Have they done this before?

John grinned around his cock as he increased the pace of his strokes, his other hand fondling Simon’s balls with just the right amount of pressure. You loved the way Simon’s muscles flexed beneath his touch, the sounds of pleasure he made, and the pre-cum that coated John’s lips.

With a growl, Simon grabbed Soap’s head, pushing him down further, and Soap eagerly obliged, his arousal mounting with each thrust—the room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin.

Feeling left out, you reached out towards Simon, grabbing his arm closest to you as leverage to lift yourself onto the ground. You rested your hand on his cheek, turning his face towards you as you leaned in to kiss him.

Simon chuckled deeply, struggling to return your kiss as he moaned against your lips. “Please,” you begged, your body squirming in desperation.

You looked down to see John releasing Simon’s cock with a wet pop as he grinned up at the both of you, a devilish gleam in his eyes. His gaze shifted between your hungry expression and Simon’s lust-filled face.

Breaking away from Simon’s embrace, John stood behind you, trapping you between them as he encircled your waist with his powerful arms and pulled you back against him. His erect manhood pressed firmly against your lower back as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Ye can have whatever ye want tonight, lass,” John promised, nibbling lightly on your lobe. His hands roamed over your curves, sliding up your torso until he cupped your breasts, gently kneading them.

You moaned, your hands resting against Simon’s chest before he took your wrists into his hands, backing you both up until you felt John’s hands pulling you down onto his lap. He shifted backward and urged you along until Simon’s knees caused the bed to dip low.

You shivered as John’s hands glided down your sides, appreciating your softness and warmth with an appreciative hum. “God, ye’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his Scottish brogue thick with desire. He leaned back onto his elbows, supporting your weight with ease. As you settled on his lap, John shifted slightly, allowing his hardened length to slide between your legs. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body, and you could feel his hips bucking up into you, teasing your entrance.

You watched Simon closely, his eyes never leaving your joined bodies. “Fuckin’ Christ,” he groaned deeply, his eyes raking over your body. With a knowing smile, John leaned forward, capturing your lips once more as he slipped his hands between your legs, his fingers dancing along your inner thighs.

Simon leaned forward, yanking your face from John’s before sliding his tongue against yours, pressing his body against you before he abruptly pulled away, twisting your body around with your chest against John’s. Your breathing picked up as your eyes met his, your fingers sinking into the skin of his hairy chest. He chuckled at your expression, his large, warm, calloused hands dragging down your back before cupping your ass and squeezing.

You gasped as you heard the signature pop of a bottle opening before feeling the cool liquid slide against your puckered hole. You've done this before with Simon, but knowing you're going to be filled in two places at once has you shuddering violently.

“Hold still,” Simon’s voice cuts through the air as he holds you by your hips, halting your squirming. You whine, burying your face into John’s neck as you feel two thick digits push inside of you. You've never gotten used to the stretch, even as his fingers spread wider into a scissoring motion, pumping into you like he did before.

You hear John chuckle from above you, his hand petting your head gently as he bucks against you, continuing to catch against your hole before pulling back.

“Ready, lass?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. He gripped your hips firmly, guiding you down onto his eager cock, his muscles flexing underneath you.

You held your breath as you slowly lowered yourself onto his erection, your wet heat clenching around him in a tight embrace. He let out a deep growl of pleasure as he filled you.

John wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you adjusted to the fullness inside you. His fingers trailed up your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake before he gripped your shoulders firmly. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Just hold on, pretty,” John whispered, his voice husky with desire. He felt your body momentarily stiffen before you began to move, your hips rolling against him in a rhythm that made him groan. He reached up, gently tugging his fingers in your hair as he guided your head towards his. Your lips met in a searing kiss, your tongues dancing together as John moved his hips in tandem with your movements, driving himself deeper inside you.

Simon pulled his fingers out as he situated himself behind you, “Easy, love,” he reassured, sensing your tension as Simon prepared to enter you from behind, placing his hands on top of your ass before spreading them wide and spitting on his cock for good measure. He took himself in his hand, slapping the tip against your entrance before sliding inside, letting out a deep grunt as he slowly thrust forward, filling your ass inch by inch. As Simon pushed in, John focused on maintaining his rhythm. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched.

You clutched John for dear life as Simon’s hand curled into your hair, pushing you forward as leverage to sheath himself fully inside you. You reached backward, holding the hand firmly on your head, your nails digging into his skin. “Thas’ it, sweetheart. You can take it.” Simon groaned, his gentle thrusts quickly turning rough.

“Fuck, ye’re so tight,” John whispered, his voice husky with desire. His eyes never left yours, watching the pleasure dance across your features, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. He reached up, tracing your jawline with his thumb before tilting your head back, exposing your neck for him to taste. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, eliciting a moan that punched from your chest.

“Ye like this, don’t ye?” he asked, his accent rolling over the words. He felt your body tighten around him, your breaths coming in ragged pants.

You nodded swiftly, words unable to form on your tongue as wanton moans spilled from your lips uncontrollably. You’ve never felt so full in your whole life.

You feel John’s grin against your neck as your body adjusts and accepts them. He pressed his lips to your skin, suckling gently, his hand finding its way to your breast, kneading it softly as Simon’s hips continued their relentless rhythm.

“That’s rieht, love,” he murmured, “Just let go.” You could feel your orgasm building, your inner walls contracting around them, your moans growing louder. He slid his other hand between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, teasing you. “Cum fur us,” he urged, his voice strained with restraint. You felt Simon’s grip tighten on your hip, his pace quickening, the headboard hitting the wall in a steady beat.

John’s movements were confident and practiced, each stroke sending electric sparks coursing through your body. Your moans grew louder, your breathing more erratic, as you neared your precipice. His thumb circled your clit faster, applying more pressure, his fingers dipping lower to gather your slickness. You felt Simon’s thrusts grow deeper, more urgent, and knew they were both close. John leaned forward, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss as your orgasm began to build, your body tensing above him before you let out a silent scream as your release overtook you.

John let out a deep growl as he joined Simon in their mutual release, filling you. The sensation of their combined pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you spent and satiated. As they came down from the high, he kept his lips locked with yours, savoring the intimate connection. You felt Simon’s weight shift as he pulled out of you, allowing John to move closer, cradling you between them.

Your heavy breaths mingled in the quiet room, the only sounds being the distant thunderstorm outside and your racing hearts. Pulling away from the kiss, John pressed his forehead against yours, sweat glistening on his brow.

“Fuck that wos gud,” he breathed, his voice still husky with lust. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back as you heard Simon retreat into your bathroom. The signature sound of a faucet running echoed in your ears.

You were spent, slumping against John’s body as the heaviness in your eyelids soon overtook you. You whine at the sensation of Simon cleaning you up. The rough and wet texture of the hand towel against your sensitive bits had you leaning away.

“I know, I know,” Simon grunted, stilling your hips as he cleaned you. Once he finished, John repositioned you on the bed, pulling the covers over your spent body before kissing your cheek.

“Git sum sleep, hen.” he chuckled, his arm wrapped around your middle. Simon settled in next to you, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pant pockets, resting one between his teeth.

As the faint, lingering scent of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, you felt the warmth of a pair of hands gently tracing intricate patterns across your skin. The soft, rhythmic motion of the hands, combined with the soothing aroma, created a tranquil ambiance that gradually lulled you into a state of peaceful slumber.

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Lust for Life ꨄ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kinktober Day III: Vibrator

summary: your new cute boyfriend finds your hidden stash tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, praise, a bit of degradation, fluff, kyle being the best bf ever, vibrators, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, squirting, cursing, use of pet names, author does not attempt at accents wc: 3.2k a/n: this one is a little shorter just because the last one was very long but i still hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

As the evening descended, you found yourself sprawled out on your plush, velvety couch, wholly engrossed in the latest episode of your favorite TV show. The warm, golden rays of the setting sun gently filtered through the sheer, billowing curtains, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room. Outside, the air was cool and crisp, carrying the unmistakable scent of autumn and hinting at the imminent arrival of colder weather. The changing seasons provided the perfect excuse to nestle indoors, surrounded by comfort and warmth, and fully embrace much-needed relaxation.

Kyle, your charming new boyfriend, phoned you just moments ago, inquiring if he could drop by for a visit. You've been in a blissful relationship for a few months, savoring every moment. Kyle embodies everything you've ever desired in a partner: he's compassionate, considerate, giving, and understanding. But he was also fun, and the sex was great. He was so attentive and in tune with your every need.

Of course you said yes.

You straightened up as the front door swung open. Kyle stepped inside, his athletic figure framed by the warm evening light. He wore a short white tank top for the summer, accentuating his sculpted arms and loose-fitting basketball shorts that swayed with his every movement. His skin glistened with a fine layer of sweat, indicating that he had just returned from a workout at the gym.

His radiant smile spread across his face as his eyes lit up upon seeing you, revealing a perfect row of pearly white teeth. Dimples formed on his cheeks, adding to the charm of his infectious grin. His captivating beauty was unmatched, leaving an indelible impression impossible to ignore.

“Hey baby,” you said warmly, striding to kiss him. He smiled as his lips met yours, his hand reaching up to keep you at a distance.

“I'm all sweaty,” he acknowledged with a soft chuckle.

“I don't care,” you grinned, gazing up at him. He sighed, shaking his head.

“I do,” he laughed. “Do you mind if I use your shower?” he asked, his eyes roaming over your figure as his hand cupped your cheek.

“Of course,” you answered, walking back towards the couch before lying on your side. You watched with rapt attention as Kyle removed his shirt and approached your room.

After seeing your expression, he promised, “Thanks. I'll be quick. " You hummed in response, unpausing your show as the door to your room clicked shut.

Through the thin walls of your home, you could hear the signature creak of the shower door hinge turning, followed by the steady percussion of water cascading down and meeting the smooth surface of the shower floor.

As you watched the show before you, the relaxing symphony of the shower’s white noise lulled you into tranquility.

When Kyle eventually stepped out, you could tell something was different. Yes, he had changed into a new pair of clothes, but his expression seemed off.

“You okay?” You asked, reaching for him as he drew near.

“Yeah, just had a...” Kyle paused, then cleared his throat lightly. “A surprise in the bathroom.” He smiled warmly, attempting to deflect the sudden tension in the air. A gap of silence filled the air, your heart rate spiking. “I found your stash,” he said, keeping his tone playful and casual as he sat beside you on the couch.

“My stash?” You questioned with a confused chuckle, your gaze leaving his as you tried to recall what he could be referencing. Then, it dawned on you.

Oh. you thought, That stash.

As your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, you felt a wave of embarrassment washing over you, causing your face to grow warm and your eyes to drop in discomfort momentarily.

You felt Kyle reach for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Your collection...under the bed.” He chuckled softly, trying to alleviate your embarrassment.

“I didn’t mean to pry; I just tripped over the box on my way to the bathroom.” He looked into your eyes, sincerity shining through. “Everyone has their ways of unwinding. No judgment here.” He paused, letting his words sink in before adding, “But maybe next time you might want to find a better hiding spot, yeah?”

His dimples deepened with his teasing smile, attempting to lighten the mood while acknowledging his discovery's intimate nature. Internally, you appreciated Kyle’s openness and understanding. It made you see him in a new light, and you were more drawn to him. He silently vowed to respect your boundaries while embracing the opportunity to learn more about your needs and desires, whether shared or private.

"Well," you began, feeling a slight knot forming in the pit of your stomach as you struggled to find the right words. Your throat felt parched, and you could almost sense the weight of each syllable as it hung in the air.

“As long as you're not mad.”

Kyle shook his head slowly, a warm smile playing on his lips. “Why would I be mad?” He asked gently, his voice low and reassuring.

“It’s not like I’ve never seen one before,” he admitted, trying to ease your discomfort with a dash of humor.

“Some guys don't like it, I guess,” you said, your skin growing hotter. Images of Kyle holding your toys flashed in your mind: him looming over you, his once charming smile forming into a smug grin as he held it to your clit, overstimulating you, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of your overspent body. You shook the thoughts from your head.

“They think only they should make their girlfriend feel good.”

Kyle tilted his head slightly, observing your flustered state with curiosity. He took a deep breath before responding, sensing the tension in your words. “Well,” he began, his voice calm and steady. “I’m not like some guys.” He looked down at their entwined hands, squeezing yours gently.

“I believe in giving pleasure as much as receiving it. I’m glad you have your ways of taking care of yourself.” He lifted your chin, meeting your eyes with a reassuring gaze. “And I’d be more than happy to help you with that, too.” Kyle’s smile softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss, hoping to show you that your vulnerability was attractive rather than off-putting.

“Yeah?” His words excited you, and you couldn't help but lean in closer. Your hands gently rested on his shoulders as you kissed him back before pulling away, eagerly searching his gaze.

He smiled against your mouth as he trailed his fingertips along your jawline, feeling your pulse quicken beneath his touch.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his voice husky with anticipation. He leaned back, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in your beauty and vulnerability. “What do you say?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise.

As he looked at you with anticipation, you quickly nodded, a smile spreading across your face. You took his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers and gently squeezing him, urging him to stand up. Your heart raced excitedly, and you couldn't help but bite your lip, trying to contain the overwhelming rush of emotions surging through you.

Kyle rose to his feet with ease, your warm hand in his, your excitement a palpable force between them. He followed your lead, allowing you to guide him to the bedroom. Kyle took a deep breath behind you as you gathered your toys, trying to steady himself. Kyle stepped closer, reaching out to gently trace the curve of your waist with his fingers.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered in your ear, his voice husky with want. “I want to make sure I do this right.” You shivered against him, and he pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist protectively.

“Do you think…” you began, your voice trembling. Kyle has always been gentle with you, consistently loving and caring, never wanting to cause you pain or discomfort. He was soft and sweet, especially at the end, prioritizing your needs over his own.

“You could be rough this time?” You fiddled with his fingers, unable to meet his gaze.

Kyle paused at your words, his gaze dropping to your entwined fingers. He had known you to enjoy gentleness and care, so your request caught him off guard, but it also intrigued him. He could tell you were nervous, your body trembling slightly against his, but he saw the longing in your eyes.

He tilted your chin up with his finger, forcing you to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with understanding. “If that’s what you want,” he said firmly. “But only if you trust me.” He let the weight of his words sink in, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation. He didn’t want to push your boundaries; he desired to give you pleasure.

“I trust you,” you promised, your voice small but heavy with desire.

Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips; you savored the taste of him before he pulled away. He looked behind you at your stash of toys, and you could feel your chest twisting with anticipation. He reached for one of the vibrators, turning it over in his hands and examining its sleek design.

“Show me what you like,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I’ll follow your lead.”

You nodded, looking down at the wand in his hand, which he held so casually. You quickly began removing your clothes, starting with your shirt before shucking off your pants, leaving you in only your underwear. Hesitatingly, you took the toy from his hands before sitting back on your bed and staring at him.

Kyle’s eyes darkened, taking in every curve and crevice of your body. “Go on,” he said, his tone becoming more authoritarian. As he spoke, the velvety smoothness of his voice etched itself inside of you, twisting and curling until it was delicately wrapped around your soul, stealing your breath away.

You inched back even further before pressing the device’s button before releasing. Quickly, the wand buzzed to life, vibrating slowly in the palm of your hand. You looked up to him, suddenly feeling shy.

Sensing your apprehension, Kyle kneeled in front of you, his hands resting gently on your thighs, caressing the soft naked skin. His eyes fell from your face and landed on your chest. He inhaled, one hand reaching forward to cup your breast. You let out a small sigh at his touch, a whimper getting caught in your throat as his thumb brushed over your perk nipple.

With his other hand, he pulled yours toward you, urging the vibrator in your hand to press against your nipple.

“There,” he breathed, pressing it further as you whined at the sensation. “Sensitive?” he grinned. You stared down at him, his big brown eyes captivating you, enchanting you. You nodded silently, your other hand reaching out to touch him.

As Kyle watched you, his eyes filled with intensity, his free hand slid down to trace the waistband of her underwear. Studying for your reactions, he waited for your permission, his gaze flickering to meet yours, silently asking if he could explore further. When you nodded, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, teasing your clit lightly.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to hear you say it and know he was pleasing you.

“More,” you pleaded, your breath coming in unevenly and your panties dampened with your arousal. “I need more, please,” you whined. It felt good, really good. But it wasn't enough.

With a low groan, he pushed your underwear aside and slipped two fingers inside your warm, wet heat. He curled them slightly, hitting the spot he knew would send you spiraling. Your hips rocked involuntarily, meeting his rhythm. He watched your face contort in ecstasy, your eyes fluttering closed and your mouth forming silent pleas. He wanted to devour you, to taste your sweetness and hear you scream his name, but he held back, savoring this tender moment of vulnerability between you.

“Like this?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Yes!” You keened, pressing the moving wand against your clit. Your hips were bucking wildly.

As your breath grew heavier, he increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster. He could sense your impending climax building like a wave about to crash over you both. Just as you were teetering on the edge, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Your moan vibrated against his mouth, sending shockwaves through him.

You reveled in the moment's intensity, your bodies moving together in perfect sync. Kyle broke the kiss, his gaze locked onto yours, watching you ride the wave of pleasure. He felt your inner walls tighten around his fingers, your orgasm rolling over you in shudders. Your cries of release were music to his ears. Kyle smiled softly at you as your body relaxed against the bed. He removed the vibrator from your grasp and set it aside, trailing gentle kisses along your chest and abdomen.

His fingers remained inside you, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you. Kyle leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered sincerely. You blushed, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him into another kiss. He groaned as your nails scratched his scalp and shifted onto the bed, dragging you up further, barely breaking your kiss.

His tongue moved in sync with yours, sucking on your tongue and your lips as he took your wrists in his hands and placed them above your head.

“Keep these here, okay?” He commanded gently, his voice a soft rumble as he smiled down at you. You nodded your head in complacency, whimpering as he took your legs in his hands, pulling you closer and wrapping them around his waist. He quickly removed his shirt and pushed his pants down his thighs, his cock springing forward, erect and standing at attention. It bobbed against his lower stomach, already leaking pre.

His hand curled around the base, his smile dark as he looked down at you, flushed and submissive, with your hands obediently placed above your head.

“Such a good girl.” he purred. “Being so good for me.” You whined in response, your eyes glued to his twitching cock, already imagining how it's going to feel once it's inside.

Grabbing a pillow from above you, he placed it under your hips, supporting you with added comfort.

You swallowed thickly as he picked up the toy, switching it back on. He examined it for a moment before looking back down at you. “Don't worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”

With another press of a button, the wand began vibrating faster, the buzzing growing louder in your ears before he pressed it against your clit, adding a bit of pressure before dragging it down your folds, teasing it over your hole before pulling it back up.

Wanton moans uncontrollably escaped from deep inside your chest, your legs kicking out at the sensitivity. “Wait, Kyle,” you pleaded, your body squirming, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

“No,” he answered, his eyes narrowing. “You asked me for this, remember?”

You tried squeezing your thighs shut, but he held one open, holding it to the surface of the bed.

“Put it in,” he commanded, his eyes looking to yours, his brow lifting when you didn't move right away. “Go on,” he reminded you, acting utterly unbothered by your inebriated state.

You whimpered but obliged, wrapping your hand around his veiny girth, sliding your hand across his tip to collect his essence, and dragging it back down to coat his cock for an easier entry.

As you guided him forward, he shifted his hips, leaning closer in his impatience. Once his tip caught, he didn't give you a single warning before he pushed forward and filled you up completely.

“Yeah…” he breathed, wholly entranced as you sucked him in with zero resistance, your gummy walls hugging his cock, clenching and unclenching as it beckoned him forward.

“That's it,” he smiled with an added groan, pushing his hips to the hilt, tossing his head back as you both moaned in unison. “Hold it steady,” transferring the toy back to you, he reached underneath your thighs and lifted until your ankles were resting by his ears.

At this angle, his tip was nestled right up against your sensitive spot, causing you to nearly scream when he immediately began battering his hips against yours, fucking you deep and rough just like you asked.

It wasn't long until you were cumming again, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you succumbed to the white-hot pleasure coursing through you.

“Yes! Fuck!” Kyle shouted as your pussy clamped like a vice around him, causing his hips to stutter. “God, your fucking pussy feels so good,” he whined, his eyes squeezed shut as his thrusts picked up in pace, losing their rhythm.

“One more…” he panted, his hand curling over yours, pressing the button once more until the wand buzzed at full speed. You practically screamed in response, pushing at his abdomen with one hand, trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure.

“I can't,” you cried, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Yes, you can, c'mon,” he growled, slapping your hand away. “Be a good girl; you can take it.”

You had no choice but to lay there as he fucks you until his pace slowed into deep grinds, circling his hips as his cock knocked around inside. His hand that was on your thigh pressed down against your lower stomach, applying just the proper amount of pressure as you neared your third release of the night.

“It's too much!” You squealed, your hands clawing at his forearms, trying to ground yourself to something. “Wait! I'm gonna pee!” You tried to warn him, kicking your legs out to try and get away, but he didn't budge.

“You're not gonna pee, baby,” he let out a breathless laugh, coming out of character momentarily. “Just trust me, remember?” his stoic gaze turned gentle once more before he pulled back, fucking into you at a much faster pace, chasing his high.

“Let go for me, c’mon.” he panted, his eyes screwing shut as his mouth fell open, expletives falling from his in deep shudders, sweat dripping from his brow and down his face.

You couldn't hold it in anymore, tossing your head back with a silent scream, arching your back almost painfully as clear liquid sprayed onto his abdomen and drenched the sheets below you.

“Holy shit,” he cursed, watching as you squirted all over him, some even reaching his chest as you pussy practically pinched him. “Fuck I'm gonna cum.” was all he said before thrusting into you one final time, shooting ropes deep inside of you with a groan that almost sounded painful.

“Turn it off!” You sobbed, trying to lift the device away from you. You gasped in relief as he took it away, tossing it somewhere onto your bed before he leaned over your body, taking your face in his hands as he kissed you.

You turned away with a whine, desperate for air, as he chuckled breathlessly. “Fuck that was good.” he sighed, pressing kisses to the column of your throat as he eased your legs back down onto the bed. You don't think you could've replied even if you wanted to.

“One more?” he teased, laughing at the pointed glare you shot at him.

“C’mon,” he grunted as he lifted you into his arms, walking towards your bathroom. “How ‘bout a bath?” he said, kissing your temple.

A bath doesn't sound bad at all.

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Tomorrow is a Long Time 𝜗𝜚 John Price

Kinktober Day V: Masturbation

summary: the hubby misses you tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, masturbation (m!recieving), longing, yearning, captain peepaw’s tasty loins, yummm, author does not attempt at accents wc: 618 a/n: i kept this one short sorry i was pretty busy today because my washing machine was broken lol

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John stood beneath the steaming spray of the shower, feeling the hot water soak into his skin and muscles, easing the tension from his body. He let out a deep, involuntary groan as the cascading water massaged his back, his hands dragging down his face as the warm droplets dripped from his hair and over his closed eyes.

He slid his hand down his stomach, leaning his head backward as his mind conjured images of you: sprawled out on his bed, deep moans of his name slipping past your pretty parted lips, eyebrows furrowed until the crease between them deepened. He fantasized about your pretty eyes gazing up at him, nails digging deep into his back as you arched your chest, pushing your perfect tits into his awaiting mouth.

He let out a deep grunt as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, beginning in slow strokes as he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to travel back in time just before he left, pounding your pliant body into your bed until tears were slipping down your flushed cheeks, sobbing his name as you came, clenching around his cock like a vice refusing to let go.

John rubbed over his bulbous tip, his hips bucking into his hand, pretending you were bent before him, ass spread, and waiting for him to sink his undeserving prick into your wet and greedy hole.

He called out your name in hushed whispers, trying to keep his voice low as he pleasured himself at the thought of you. It's only been one week, and he could feel the longing begin to settle deep in his bones. He wished he could be with you, holding you in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

He spread his thighs, placing his hand on the wall in front of him, leaning forward as his movements picked up in pace, pretending his fist was your sweet cunt enveloping him in your velvety walls, your pussy so wet it was running down your thighs and onto the floor.

As the images painted vividly behind his eyelids, his moans increased in volume, and he called out your name in desperation. He was so close. His top teeth sink into his bottom lip, and his sensitive skin reddens under the pressure.

“Please…” he moaned as if you were around to hear, but in his mind, you were. In his mind, it was your hand instead of his, taking his cock in your soft and smaller hands, no calluses, just gentle deft fingers moving up and down along his shaft, collecting his pre as you sank to your knees, darting your pink little tongue to taste.

“Fuck!” He barked, his wrist twisting even faster as he worked himself to completion, thick ropes of white shooting out from his tip. Some of it landed on the wall, oozing downwards towards the floor before sinking into the drain. But he pictured he was fucking it down into your willing throat like a good girl.

John didn’t want to open his eyes, to face the reality that you were not really there, so he kept his eyes closed, pretending you were still there. You helped him ride out his high like you always do while kissing along his neck and chest, telling him how much you loved him.

“I love you too,” he whispered back into an empty room, his hand eventually slowing into a stop as the last of his cum escaped from his tip. He reopened his eyes, staring down at his hand still wrapped around his cock; he couldn’t help but heave in disappointment even though he already knew you weren’t there.

“Fuck I miss you…”

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A Little Blood Never Hurt Nobody ✦ ︎John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day VI: Period Sex

summary: the best boyfriend in the world relieves you of your pain tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, period sex, vagina blood, john being the sweetest gentleman, fluff, soft sex, p in v, pet names, praise, author tries really hard at accents wc: 2k a/n: not me being on my period rn

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You settled into the cozy embrace of your makeshift cocoon, surrounded by layers of warmth - a plush comforter and soft blankets enveloping your body. Nestled within this comforting sanctuary, you applied a heating pad to your stomach, its gentle warmth soothing the persistent discomfort caused by the pinching of your uterus. A full bottle of water stood within easy reach on your nightstand. Despite the discomfort, you found solace in the carefully prepared comforts that eased the pain sensation, allowing you to find a semblance of relief within the embrace of your bedding.

All you need is your man, the one you were missing dearly.

John had went to the store to buy you some supplies: enough pads and tampons for the week and a list of your favorite snacks so you won't get hangry.

As you lay in bed, struggling to keep your heavy eyelids from closing, you were jolted awake by the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut. The rustling of plastic bags filled the air, growing louder as the footsteps approached the door to your room.

“Ay, sweet bonnie,” he says as he enters the room. He greets you with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he steps closer. He carefully places the bags on your bed, the weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. You slowly peek out from underneath your cozy bedding, feeling curious and excited as you glance from the bags to his face.

“Thank you,” you say, sitting up, digging through the grocery bags, pulling out the treats waiting inside. You heard John laugh, taking the boxes of feminine products in his arms. Never mind a week; these will last you months.

“Anythin’ fer ye’” he winked, adoring you with his loving gaze.

“Ah’ll go stash these aweay,” he ducks into the bathroom, boxes in hand. Your eyes were glued to his large biceps, each covered in intricate tattoos running up and down his muscular arms. You bit your lip as your gaze traveled lower, noting the plush roundness of his ass and the thick hardness of his thighs.

“John?” You called out, setting the bag of snacks to the side. He called back, the sound of boxes knocking around before the swift sound of a cupboard closing followed.

"Can you come here?" You asked, your fingers gently grasping the edges of the soft sheets. Obediently, he reappeared in the doorway, his eyes meeting yours with an expectant gaze. "Need somethin’ else, princess?" he teased playfully, his tone warm and affectionate. You knew he would go to any lengths to fulfill your requests, whether big or small. His willingness to please you was evident in every gesture and word.

"Yes," you respond quietly, meeting his piercing gaze with apprehension and anticipation. You hope that he'll understand your unspoken message. A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he crosses his arms, his icy eyes never leaving yours. His gaze briefly flickers to your concealed body before he takes a silent step forward, his presence looming over you from the edge of the bed.

“Ye gonnae tell me, or am I gonnae have tah figure it out?”

"Please, John," you pleaded, your heart racing as you reached out for him, your small fingers sliding against his warm, calloused digits, urging him to come closer. John hesitated momentarily, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, before finally complying with a mix of a weary sigh and a grunt. He shifted in front of you, his muscular frame towering over you, and with a gentle yet firm touch, he peeled back the soft comforter as he settled in facing you.

“Only because ye look so desperate.” he chuckled, taking the heating pad and tossing it to the side, replacing it with his hands. His touch caressed and massaged your lower stomach, pulling an airy sigh from your chest. After a few moments, he slipped them up higher, pulling your thin tank top from your body and tossing it to the floor.

His hands cupped your tender, swollen breasts, gently squeezing them as he sighed; his gaze zeroed on your body with a burning lust as he kneaded the soft, doughy flesh of your chest. You let out a soft whine, your body sinking further into the mattress, enjoying the feel of John’s large, warm hands pawing at your pliant body.

“Gorgeous girl,” he purred, his fingers dipping into the seam of your shorts before slipping them off your legs, leaving you fully nude in front of him.

“Gonnae make ye feel all better,” he promised, reaching behind his back to tug his shirt over his head, showcasing his thick and hairy chest trailing down his hard muscles and into his jeans. He tugs off his belt before sitting to the side to shuck off his pants, followed by his briefs.

“I love you,” you whispered as he crawled back over you, bracketing you with his thick arms. He grinned down at you, his smile toothy and his eyes crinkling.

“I love ye too, sweet girl,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before descending to your lips, groaning into your mouth as his hand pumped his growing erection, preparing himself to enter you.

You looked down, moaning as you watched him jerk himself off. As he slowly pumped closer to his tip, you licked your lips as pre dribbled from his slit, sliding down towards his fingers. You reached outwards, wrapping your hand around him, your fingers barely touching with how thick he was. Collecting his pre cum in your digits, you swiped them down his cock, coating his cock in his slippery essence for a smoother glide.

He grunted above you, his eyes narrowing as his lips parted, moaning from your soft touch. You squeezed his base, guiding him towards your bleeding hole, pulsing with desire.

The moment his tip caught against your entrance, John was pushing his hips forward, his cock sliding inside, filling you up completely with little to no resistance.

“Steamin’ Jesus, yer so tight!” John hissed, his hands wrapping around your middle, burying his face in your neck as he pushed his hips forward. His dog tags clinked as they pressed against your chest, the cool metal causing you to shiver.

You whimpered as his hips pulled back before pressing back in. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, but if his loud noises were anything to go by, you knew he wanted to pummel you into next week. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping your nails into his back as he picked up a steady rhythm, his deep strokes punching the air from your lungs.

John leaned up on his hands, his chain dangling in front of you as his blue eyes stared down into yours. One hand curled over the headboard as the other planted against your lower back, arching your hips closer to his thrusting cock.

“Fuck, ye feel so damn good,” he moaned, more words of praise spilling from his mouth as he pounded you into the bed, his fingers trailing toward your pussy before reaching underneath your hood and rubbing circles onto your clit.

You glanced downwards at your combined bodies; eyes glazed over as his cock pulled out before sinking back in, coated in a mixture of your blood and arousal, creating a thick and slimy texture that stuck to your thighs.

“John,” you whimpered, mouth falling open as your cunt clenched around him at the sight, his thumb rubbing faster at your sensitive nub as his pace quickened. You tossed your head back, hands reaching behind you to grasp onto the pillow underneath your head, eyes squeezing shut as you moaned uncontrollably.

“I ken, I ken,” he grunted, his pace faltering slightly, hips stuttering as his cock twitched hard inside you, hitting your G-spot over and over with each involuntary jump.

You were so much more sensitive than usual, not just your quivery pussy but your body as well; each touch and simple caress of his rough hands felt like they were melting away your skin, their heat licking fire into your veins, causing your head to spin and your limbs to tremble.

“M’gonna cum!” you wailed, crying out as John lifted your hips higher, his cock slamming even deeper inside you, barely pulling out as your greedy pussy clamped around him as if it couldn't bare the thought of him leaving you like it had a consciousness of its own.

“Me too, fuck!” He whimpered, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your waist, tugging you down onto his prick with every forceful thrust of his hips.

With one final thrust, you felt his warm cum spurt inside of you, rope after rope, as John’s slow grinds triggered your release; you both moaned in unison, clutching onto each other for dear life as you both rode out your highs together, debauched sounds of pleasure filling the confined space of your bedroom.

As John pulled out of you, a pink mixture of your combined fluids leaked out of you, paused by John’s thumb as he pushed it back in, groaning at the sight of your stretched hole spreading wider to accept him.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless as a proud smile spread across his face. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath as he looked down at you, studying your expression for any signs of discomfort.

You smiled a lazy, contented smile, your eyes barely peeking open to look up at him. A warm, post-sex glow illuminated your face as you nodded slowly, still trying to catch your breath.

He leaned down, pressing a hard and wet smooch to your stomach before pulling back to kiss your clit, sucking it into his mouth with short flicks of his tongue.

“John!” you whimpered, tugging him away by his hair. He let out a loud bark of laughter, slapping the side of your thigh before reluctantly pulling away. “Jus’ showin’ her some extra love,” he winked before laying beside you and pulling you into his chest.

“Wan’ me teh run ye’ a bath?” he asked, nosing his face against your cheek before kissing your temple. You nodded before burying your face into his chest, letting out a deep sigh as you closed your eyes, letting sleep overtake you.

You were awakened when you felt arms scoop underneath you, gently carrying you into the washroom.

“Sorry, I had teh wake ye.’” you looked up at John’s face as he settled you into the warm water, bottles of bath oils, and a bag of bath salts sitting on the side.

He settled in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his chest, resting his head over your head. You could feel his cock begin to harden behind you before his mouth began pressing messy kisses against your shoulder.

You looked behind you, meeting his lips with a slow yet passionate kiss of your own before turning around to face him, before reaching behind you to grab his cock. His hands traveled up your waist as you sat down, his cock slipping back inside you, pushing his cum back into your body.

You slumped against him, pressing your cheek against his chest as you warmed his cock. Closing your eyes again with another pleasure-filled sigh, you buried your nose into his neck, relishing his gentle touch as his hands massaged your back. John watched you with a loving smile, kissing your head as you fell back asleep in his embrace. He knew he would take good care of you—just like he always did.

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All For You ♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kinktober Day VII: A/B/O Dynamics

summary: you go into heat; a strange alpha helps you tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, author loves omegaverse, alpha!ghost, scenting, claiming, low-key stalker!ghost, heats and ruts, slickaliciousness, possessive!ghost, omega!reader, dom!ghost, sub!reader, knotting, p in v, pet names, a bit of degradation, rough sex, praise wc: 2.7k a/n: every day i feel more and more like an omega fighting to survive in this world

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Your skin was on fire. Well, not really, but it may as well have been. It felt like the air was being forcibly expelled from your lungs, carrying all the trapped, icy carbon from your chest. At that moment, it seemed as if the entire world had come to a standstill, with nothing but the erratic thudding of your heartbeat reverberating in your ears. You instinctively pressed your back against a towering tree's rough, textured bark, seeking solace and stability in its solid presence.

As your heart rate accelerates, a combination of fear and desire courses through your veins, sending shivers down your spine. Every last bit of air escapes your lungs as you struggle to breathe. You feel paralyzed, unable to move, but the scent of his presence fills your nose, heightening your senses and intensifying your emotions.

A man, an alpha, had somehow picked up on your scent and began hunting you down. You knew you shouldn’t have left the house but desperately needed your medicine. As you felt the air return to your body, taking in another deep inhale after almost a minute of nothing, you gasped when his scent grew stronger. It was a complex mixture of aromas - petrichor, leather, warmth, spice, smoke, and a hint of bitterness. Yet, hidden within was a soft essence, almost imperceptible unless you truly focused. It reminded you of the fragrance of wet, freshly cut grass or the distinct smell that lingers in the air right before it rains.

You didn't know where you were. You had been running before the sun had fully set, stretching its expanse of pastels across the world, and now the sky was a blanket of inky darkness. The last remnants of sunlight lingered on the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows across the landscape. The air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth. Only a few specks of stars were visible in the vast, velvety expanse above.

As you paused to catch your breath, a single tear escaped, its warmth cutting through the chill of the night. You knew you couldn't keep running. You knew he'd eventually catch you, one way or another. Alphas were always persistent. Although a part of you enjoyed the thrill of the chase, your omega purring happily as the sound of the Alpha’s footsteps grew nearer, his combat boots crushing the dead leaves and soft grass under its weight.

You had no choice but to surrender now. Exhausted and drained, you realized you had no strength to resist. As you sat down, you brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, burying your face in the safety of your knees. You curled up into a tight ball, feeling the vulnerability of your position, and braced yourself for the inevitable encounter with your hunter.

His heavy footsteps echoed in your ears, each step reverberating in the silence until they came to a sudden halt just before you. A low, menacing growl escaped from deep within his chest, sending shivers down your spine and causing the hairs on your arms to stand on end. As fear gripped you, hot tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to overflow and betray your terror. They streamed down your cheeks, some lingering at the corners of your mouth before trailing down your quivering chin and seeping into your collar fabric, leaving a trail of salty dampness in their wake.

“Please!” You sobbed, but you didn't know what you were begging for: for him to let you go or for him to get on with it, take you now, and press you into the dirt as he had his way with you.

“None of tha’ now,” he said, almost soothingly, as he kneeled, gripping your arms and peeling them away from your body. Despite your struggle, he didn't have to use much force to manhandle you. He lifted your head, gripping your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. You held onto his wrist, your nails sinking into his skin as you tried to pull away, but he didn't budge. He barely even seemed to notice.

His scent overpowered yours, causing the heat inside of your veins to set ablaze, your body yearning for his touch, his voice, his cock, his knot. You needed it. You needed it like you never needed anything else in your life.

“Open yer eyes for me, love,” His words flowed like smooth, aged whiskey, resonating with a deep, smoky richness further intensified by his distinctive Manchester accent.

You let out a low, plaintive whine in response, your body tensing in anticipation of what would come. You were acutely aware there would be no turning back if you opened your eyes. It was a daunting prospect, but deep down, you acknowledged that there was no escaping this situation. He held all the power, and you knew he was determined to have his way with you by any means necessary. Reluctantly, you braced yourself to listen to his demands, hoping that complying might mitigate his intentions. The last thing you wanted was to provoke his anger.

A low, guttural warning growl ripped through the air, sending a chill down your spine and causing you to freeze in terror. His fingers dug deeper into your cheeks, shaking you slightly from side to side as you struggled to keep your wits about you. Hesitantly, you peeled your eyes open, the world around you distorted by the blurriness of your tears. As your vision cleared, you could see his grip relaxing, the tension in his body ebbing as his growl subsided, reassured by your compliance.

“Good girl,” he complimented, his thumb rubbing over your lips before pushing into your mouth and running over your teeth, pressing against your tongue as he slipped it further and further into your mouth until he reached your throat.

“Ya’ gonna bite me?” he asked, the force of his intrusion causing you to gag. The instinct was strong. You wanted to bite him. You wanted to sink your teeth as far as they could go until you ripped his finger clean off.

You shook your head, your chest heaving with another sob. Tears blurred your vision, making it impossible to see anything. In front of you, all you could make out was a blurry, dark mass that you assumed was his chest, with his arm sticking out in front of your face.

“Sweet pet,” came his deep rumble before he slowly removed his finger from your mouth. He tilted your chin, swiping at the wet streaks cascading down your cheeks. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya’,” he promised as his fingers cleaned your eyes.

His words didn't inspire much trust in you; in fact, you didn't trust him at all. However, something about the way he spoke had a calming effect on you. As your sobs slowly subsided, you became aware of the subtle scent he was emitting. It seemed to have a soothing impact on you, almost coercing you into a state of tranquility.

“Jus’ wanna make ya’ feel good,” As your vision cleared, you began to take notice of his appearance. A black balaclava concealed his entire face, only showcasing his deep void of dark eyes, so brown they appeared black. The remainder of his physique was hidden by black tactical gear, the fabric expertly tailored to his form. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, one of which was adorned with a striking array of tattoos. The intricate designs seemed to come alive as they wrapped around his arm, and the faint lines of veins snaked beneath the ink.

“Don’ be scared now,” he eased, his other hand curling around your ankle before yanking you towards him. Before your head could hit the ground, he slipped his other hand behind your head, pulling you into his chest and assaulting you with his powerful scent.

“Are ya’ goin’ to be good for me, pet?” His voice teetered on the edge of another growl, the warning evident in his voice. “I need to hear ya’ say it,” he leaned forward, nosing his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.

“I…” Your voice trembled as it emerged, barely audible and filled with unease. It struggled to carry much sound, reflecting the fear in your eyes again. You were apprehensive of the consequences of not meeting his demands, tears streaming down your cheeks, dreading his potential anger.

His laughter echoed through the room as he reached out to gently run his hand along your back, offering a comforting touch. "It seems like all that runnin’ and cryin’ has finally taken its toll on ya’, ay?” he chuckled darkly, still attempting to calm you down.

“I would say ya’ should've just given in, but,” he shifted to rest on his hindquarters, lowering his face close to yours, his hands resting on both sides of your head.

“Ya’ put up a fun chase,” he finished, his eyes boring into yours. His gaze flickered between your eyes as they narrowed. “But it's over now,”

His voice grew dark, and the smell of his desire burned through you before he began tearing off your clothes one by one until they were scattered all around you. You shivered against the night’s cool air, wrapping your arms around yourself. Despite the cold, your body was still burning aflame, feeling like the heat was rising from the inside.

“I know,” he shushed before flipping you over, his clothed chest pressing against your back as your hands clutched the earth, nails digging into the soil as your hair fell over your face. “I’ll warm ya’ up,” he said, gathering your hair into his fist before pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail.

“Don’ want yer pretty hair gettin’ dirty now, do we?” he rumbled, pressing his other hand against your lower back, arching your spine. You stared down, tears collecting into the dirt, causing splotches of dark brown to sink into the ground.

“Just relax,” he grunted from above you, his hand leaving your back as he undid his belt. The clinking of its metal had your pussy clenching around nothing, desire pooling into your belly as you whined out in frustration.

He hushed you again, tugging down his zipper before fishing out his cock. You could hear the distinct sound of him pumping himself, his heavy grunts growing louder as he pleasured himself. You whimpered, pushing your hips backward, wiggling them for good measure. Just get on with it, please. You wanted to cry out, beg him to fuck you nice and hard like you know he wants. It's what you both want.

“Stay still,” he commanded, tugging at your hair before landing a swift slap to your ass, the sound ringing out throughout the empty forest. You cried out at the painful sting, whimpering as he pressed his cock against your slicked folds. He gripped your hip, tugging you backward until his cock slipped inside, stretching your hole wide to fit him.

“Alpha!” you wailed, clawing at the strands of grass as he filled you to the brim. As all alphas were, you knew he'd be big, but you weren't expecting this. Just when you thought it was in, he kept pushing inch after inch, had your body trembling, your hole clamping down as he breached your entrance, molding your pussy into the shape of his cock.

“You can take it,” was all he said before his hips were pulling back until his tip was the only part left inside. You let out a sigh before it was cut off as he rammed his cock back in, his hips flush against yours. You let out a silent scream as he wasted no time in setting a brutal and unforgiving pace, battering his prick inside of you, balls slapping lewdly against your clit as his hand tugged your hair, lifting your head back and causing your spine to arch even deeper.

“You're mine,” he stated, like he had any ownership or claim over you. Yet you knew by the end of this, he would. His teeth would mark your skin, claiming you as his for the rest of your life.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” he punctuated each word with a brutal thrust of his hips, letting his words sink into your brain that there was no escaping him.

“I've waited for this,” he confessed as the knot at the base of his cock began to inflate, signaling what was to come – literally. “For so long,” he finished, yanking your head back each time it fell forward.

You stared at the night sky concealed by the leafy branches stretching outwards. His words ruminated inside your head, your cries only growing louder and louder as he fucked your smaller body, tits swaying back and forth with each punch of his cock inside you.

He's waited for this?

You didn't even know this guy, but apparently, he knew you. The thought alone sent another shiver down your spine. And yet you couldn't do anything about it.

You yelped as the hand in your hair reached forward, cupping your tit and squeezing softly before he was pulling you backward, lifting you until your back was pressed against his chest, his gear subtly digging into your skin.

With the sudden change of the angle, his cock was rutting deeper inside you hitting places you weren't aware even existed until now. You were practically screaming with how hard he was fucking you. His face nestled into your neck, his teeth swiping over your sensitive flesh as he groaned into your ear.

You let out a sob as you felt his knot catch against your entrance, not quit pushing in, but you knew it was coming. As soon as he spilled inside of you, his knot would push forward, sealing your fate once his teeth closed around your flesh.

You knew he was getting close, and so were you, your orgasm building quickly. With each forceful shove of his tip against the spongy spot inside of you, combined with his heavy hairy balls slapping against your pulsing clit, you weren't going to last much longer.

You squealed as his thick fingers closed around your nipples, pinching the sensitive flesh as saliva pooled in his mouth, dripping onto your shoulder before rolling down your chest.

“Good omega,” he groaned, his thrusts quickening into a lightspeed pace, your slick collecting against his thighs as they slapped against yours. The slippery sounds of your pussy being utterly destroyed by the alpha’s thick length ramming inside you filled the peaceful silence of the night, combined with the animalistic noises escaping from both of your lips.

“Alpha!” you cried out, your voice hoarse from your screaming as you came around him. Your orgasm shot through your body without warning, spraying the ground beneath you and coating the alpha’s lower body.

With a deep shout from behind you, the alpha ripped his hands from your chest, latching onto your wrists before you fell forward. He folded your arms together behind your back, using one hand to pull you back onto his cock, watching with glee as your pussy gaped wide around him, your cum coating the base of his cock in a white ring of slick.

His other hand latched onto your waist, digging his nails into your soft skin as he neared his release. He lowered his head, his forehead coming in contact with the sweaty skin of your upper back, strings of hair sticking to your dewy skin.

“Fuck m’close!” he growled, his jaw stretching wide, teeth scraping against your skin, threatening to puncture as his thrusts shortened close to grinds, not wanting to spend another second out of your sweet pussy. He could smell your slick seeping out of you in waves. He could practically taste it.

A deep growl emanated from his chest, his teeth finally sinking into your delicate flesh as his hips pushed forward, his knot slipping inside and locking your joined bodies in place as he spilled his cum inside of you. He couldn't stop himself from grinding his cock, whining at the sensitivity as he kept rutting forward, filling your velvety walls with buckets of his spunk.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head at your high-pitched moan, a mix of sweet pain and pleasure as his teeth sunk deeper, shaking his head for good measure.

As your breathing began to slow, he pulled his teeth from your neck, ripping another cry of pain from your lips. He tried to feel bad but could only feel pride swell in his chest as he stared down at you. You were finally his after all this time. You were his.

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Living Legend 𝜗ৎ König

Kinktober Day VIII: Belly Bulge

summary: sugar daddy könig gives you the best fuck of your entire life tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, author tries really hard at accents, p in v, rough fucking, dom!könig, sub!reader, a little toxicity, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, sugardaddy!könig, age gap, old weird man!könig wc: 3k a/n: i know people usually write this guy as submissive but i lowkey think he’d be kinda mean

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As you approached the door, the evening air turned brisk, and a sudden gust of chilly wind tousled your carefully styled hair. You raised your hand and knocked three times, feeling the resistance of the wood beneath your knuckles before stepping back. Standing motionless, you hugged your sweater tightly around your body, trying to shield yourself from the biting cold.

Standing in front of the apartment, you could hear distinct noises from within. Heavy, deliberate footsteps reverberated through the door, accompanied by German cursing muffled behind the barrier separating you and the inside.

The distinct sound of metal locks clicking undone reverberated through the hallway, signaling the impending opening of the door. As the door swung open, it revealed an older man with shaggy auburn locks that fell untamed around his weathered face. His piercing, icy blue eyes seemed to bore into you with a sense of scrutiny and intensity. Thin, tightly pressed lips adorned his face, and a noticeable scar ran up and down from the corner of his mouth, adding an enigmatic aura to his rugged appearance.

“Süße, you are here.” He announced, having to bend forward, hunching his shoulders and ducking his head to seem less intimidating. He shot you a shy smile before ushering you inside.

Upon entering, you were greeted by a spacious yet cozy apartment that exuded an air of minimalistic comfort. The dim lighting accentuated the wooden furniture and the walls adorned with memorabilia from König's military service, each item telling its own story. He guided you towards the plush couch in the living room, his large hands gently grazing your waist. As you settled onto the soft cushions, he moved towards the bar, pouring two glasses of amber liquid from a decanter. The clinking sound of ice cubes echoed through the room as he prepared your drink. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, reminiscent of a well-oiled machine honed by years of experience.

Turning back to face you, he extended one of the glasses, his broad frame casting a long shadow on the floor. "Here, zis vill help us both relax," he said gently, the harshness of his German accent softened by his attempt at tenderness. He sat next to you, close enough to feel his body heat radiating through the air but not too close as to invade your personal space. His gaze lingered on your face for a moment before he took a sip of his drink, studying your features intently.

Breaking the silence, he asked, "How vas your day, Süße?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, yet carried a hint of concern.

That wasn't your name, but you figured it must've been some German pet name, not that you minded. You noticed that, despite his slightly unusual accent, there was something oddly captivating about it, especially when paired with the distinct sharpness of his voice.

You found yourself lost in thought as you peered into the crystal-clear glass, mesmerized by how the ice cubes slowly dissolved into the rich, golden-brown liquid. Raising the glass to your lips, you savored the aroma before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The warmth of the drink spreads through your body, leaving a lingering sensation on your palate. You paused to appreciate the complex flavors dancing on your tongue before gently licking the remnants from the corner of your mouth.

“It wasn't too bad,” you answered after swallowing, peering up into Königs unblinking gaze. “I was looking forward to seeing you,” you smiled, resting your hand on his knee.

You had met König on several occasions but never in the privacy of his home. It seemed that he was somewhat of a traditionalist, always insisting on properly courting you before taking you back to his place, not that you minded, of course. König had always been extremely generous when spoiling you constantly, taking you to fancy restaurants, and spending as much as your little heart desired as you dragged him through shopping malls.

He never once complained; if anything, he enjoyed emptying his wallets for you. He seemed lonely, and you had no problem filling that empty void in his chest.

König smiled warmly as he set his drink aside and swiftly pulled you closer, enveloping you in his large, protective embrace. His hand trailed up your spine, tracing the delicate curve of your back while his thumb absently rubbed small circles on your shoulder. As your head settled on his chest, you listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing. "Ich auch," he said. His breath tickled the crown of your head as he spoke, "Let us enjoy the rest of the evening together, hmm?"

You giggled softly, already aware of where this was going. You leaned back, your hands resting on his pectorals, letting your eyes flicker over his face before resting on his lips. You closed the distance, curling your fists in his shirt as you pressed your lips against his.

Responding to your kiss, König slid one hand behind your head, gently tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You could taste the whiskey on his lips, feel the heat of his body seeping into yours, and hear the quickening of his heartbeat against his chest. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. "Come," he growled, guiding you towards the bedroom.

You were taken aback, letting out a surprised squeak as he firmly grasped your wrist and guided you upwards and onto your feet. Your eyes were drawn to the defined contours of his back, the fabric of his shirt stretching over the taut muscles, emphasizing their strength as he led you forward.

König's stride was confident and purposeful as he led you to his bedroom. You found his assertiveness rather appealing. Despite slight hesitation, you couldn't deny the anticipation building up inside you as you approached his room.

Once inside, König released your hand, allowing you to take in his space, decorated with military memorabilia and personal touches that hinted at the life he had left behind in Germany. You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins, heightened by the passion in his eyes.

In his mind, he was reclaiming some form of control, something he never had during his tumultuous childhood. He wanted to be the one who decided when and how things progressed, especially in moments like these.

He moved towards the bedside table and dimmed the lights, casting long shadows across the room. He turned to face you, his eyes locked onto yours and started unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were calculated, each button released revealing another inch of his hardened physique, etched with years of battle scars and intricate tattoos - silent testimonies of his past. He watched as your gaze trailed over him, savoring your reactions. As the final button popped free, König tossed the shirt aside and reached for you, his calloused hands tracing your arms before he pulled you in for another deep kiss.

As the kiss intensified, König began undressing you, revealing your delicate curves underneath the stylish attire he had bought you. His touch was tender and demanding, a testament to his complex character. He broke away from the kiss momentarily to admire your body, his gaze burning with lust and appreciation.

His icy blues, which usually held a calm, collected gaze, now smoldered with desire. With one hand still firmly gripping your waist, he traced the curve of your jawline with the other, leaning in for another passionate kiss. His scarred face and rugged features seemed intimidating and alluring in the dimly lit room.

He reached out, unbuttoning your blouse deftly, exposing the delicate lace of your bra. His fingers traced its edge before slowly sliding it off your shoulders, allowing the garment to fall away, revealing your breasts.

“Perfekt," he whispered hoarsely, his gaze filled with raw need. He lowered his head, capturing one nipple between his lips, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. He reveled how your breath hitched, your body arching against his touch. His thumb gently rubbed circles around the other nipple, savoring the feel of it hardening under his rough skin. All the while, his free hand roamed down your waist, pulling at your skirt, eager to discover what lay beneath. His mind raced, but he reminded himself to be patient, to savor each moment, as he slowly unzipped it and let it pool at your feet, revealing the matching lace underwear.

As König's tongue danced with yours, his hands roamed lower, deftly curling his fingers into the seam of your panties and pulling it down your hips before you grasped onto his shoulders as you stepped out, letting him further slide it down your legs.

Once you were utterly bare before him, he looked up, meeting your eyes with a smoldering intensity. “Lay down," he commanded softly, guiding you towards the bed. His voice was deep and husky, a clear sign of his arousal. He wanted to taste every inch of you to claim you completely.

You felt excited as his hands roamed over your body, lingering on your skin's smoothness and warmth. He could feel your heartbeat quicken under his fingertips. He gently pushed you backward onto the bed, his own body following suit. His weight pressing into you created a sense of security and dominance.

He kissed along your collarbone, feeling goosebumps rise at his touch. He was lost in the moment, letting the thrill of intimacy momentarily silence his overactive mind. His rough hands tenderly cupped your breasts while his tongue teased your sensitive nipples, eliciting gasps from you. "Ich will dich spüren..." he breathed as he continued his exploration, his mouth traveling further down your torso.

He briefly paused, admiring the sight of you in the dim light, the play of shadows across your skin, the curves that drove him wild before diving between your thighs.

With a fervent hunger, König pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh, trailing gentle kisses upward across the soft expanse of your naked skin. The warmth radiating from him ignited an inferno inside you. As he reached your core, he took a moment to appreciate its beauty, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. He leaned in, capturing your clitoris with his mouth, sucking and teasing it gently. Your cries grew louder as he continued, his tongue swirling around the delicate bud while his fingers slid inside you, stroking your slick walls.

He curled his thick digits, reaching for the specific spongy spot hidden inside your slippery pussy, pulsing around his fingers as you sucked him in, welcoming the pleasure he was bestowing upon you.

“Fuck, König,” you whimpered, tangling your fingers in his thick locks, tugging him closer as you lifted your pussy further towards his greedy mouth.

His mind raced with thoughts of pleasuring you, of giving you a release that would make you forget everything else. He increased the tempo, feeling your body tense underneath him, signaling your impending climax. His hands moved to your hips, holding you firmly in place as he continued his relentless assault.

He reveled in the power he held, the ability to give you such pleasure, even as he craved to claim you fully.

When you finally came apart, your orgasm flooding into his mouth, he felt a surge of satisfaction, a reminder of his ability to connect with someone on this raw, primal level despite the transactional nature of your relationship.

He lapped up your essence, drinking up every drop that spilled into his awaiting mouth. He pulled his fingers from your pussy, stretching them in a scissoring motion and watching with delight as the strings held together before tearing apart. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his arm, staring down at you as he stood up from his knees.

Giving you a moment to catch your breath, he began tugging against his belt, undoing it from its loops as it dangled, its noise signaling what was to come. As he pulled his pants down his legs along with his briefs, your mouth gaped at the monstrous thing between his legs.

The sight of his erection only served to heighten your arousal, and he couldn't wait to be inside you. He reached into his nightstand drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease, rolling it on as he returned his gaze to your flushed face. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded your head slowly as you watched, swallowing at the intimidating sight that hung between his thighs.

He slid up your body, his hands roaming possessively over your curves as he settled his weight over you. His hard length pressed against your thigh, leaving no doubt about his desire. He looked down at you, his expression one of raw hunger. He whispered your name, his eyes hooded with something akin to carnality swimming in the depths of his eyes. "You’re mine tonight."

His pale eyes locked onto yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. With one hand, he guided himself, the tip of his cock pressing against your wetness. He could feel your heat radiating against him, causing his heart to race even faster. At that moment, König felt a rush of vulnerability. He was at the mercy of your response despite his size and strength.

He pushed forward slowly, allowing you to adjust to his girth. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, and he couldn't hold back a low groan at the sensation and the high-pitched gasp that escaped from your lips. As he filled you halfway, he paused, savoring the connection.

“Wait!” you mewled, squirming beneath him as you latched onto his broad shoulders. “What’s wrong, my Schatz?” he panted, his hand resting against your cheek. His brows furrowed deeply as he waited for your response, resisting the urge to push his hips forward and split you on his cock.

“It's just–” you paused momentarily, struggling to catch your breath. “You’re really big,” you confessed, another whimper filling the confined space between you.

You cried as his hips rocked forward, his cock filling you to the brim; you feared he'd push far enough until he was poking out of your throat. He began to move, setting a rhythm that matched the pounding in his chest. When you looked down, you could see the visual outline of his cock pressing upwards, creating a bulge that protruded from your lower stomach.

“You can take it, ja?” he chuckled darkly. Each thrust was deliberate and decisive, a testament to his physical prowess. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride knowing that you desired him, that you craved this intimacy with him. He leaned forward, supporting himself with his elbows on either side of your head. The movement caused the muscles in his arms to flex, drawing your attention to his numerous tattoos. He captured your lips once more, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hips. The sensation was overwhelming, and König felt his control slipping away.

He pulled back slightly, watching as your stomach bulged with each deep penetration, a visual reminder of his dominance. "So tight..." he grunted, his accent heavy with pleasure. He reached between your bodies, pressing down where his cock pulsed beneath your skin. He smirked at your sweet wail, squirming and thrashing beneath him as he fucked harder until his heavy balls were slapping against your ass.

He dipped his fingers lower, finding your clit again, massaging it in time with his thrusts. The combination sent you spiraling toward another orgasm, your walls clenching around him, pulling him even deeper. König couldn't resist the urge to claim your neck, biting down gently as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your cries spurred him on, and he found himself chasing his release, losing himself in the moment's intensity.

He felt your nails digging into his back as you climaxed again, your body shuddering beneath him. He growled, his hips bucking wildly as he approached his release. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling back just enough to expose your neck, your pulse beating rapidly against his lips. He could feel his orgasm building, his muscles tensing with each thrust—the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping together and your moans of pleasure.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through him. As he came, he buried himself inside you, letting out a primal roar that echoed off the walls. The force of his orgasm left him momentarily breathless, and he collapsed against your chest, his weight pinning you to the mattress. He remained there for a few seconds, panting heavily, before rolling off to the side. He sat upwards, removing the condom from his softening cock before tying it and tossing it into the bin.

Once he relaxed into the comfort of his bed, he pulled you close, his arm draped around your waist. He could feel your heart pounding against his chest, your breath hot against his neck. His mind was quiet, free from the constant analysis and evaluation that usually plagued him. He looked down at you, his expression softening.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his eyes lingering on your flushed cheeks. "You're so beautiful," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. He didn't often express himself in such a vulnerable way, but now, he couldn't help it. As he pulled you closer, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your bare skin, he wondered what it would be like to permanently have someone like you by his side. Not just as a lover but as a confidante who understood him. Someone who could see past the scars and the rough exterior of the man beneath. Given his line of work, he knew it was unlikely, but the thought brought a small smile. For now, he would enjoy the present, the warmth of your body pressed against his.

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Rest now, my little one," he whispered, his accent soothing in the quiet room. He pulled the covers over both of you, his arm still wrapped securely around you. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into a peaceful sleep, feeling content in a way he hadn't in a very long time.

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Sweet Like Cinnamon ✦ John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day IX: Praise Kink

summary: just tell him he’s a good boy, okay? tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, the author tried really hard at accents, degradation in the beginning, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, fluff, body worship, john being a suckup, pet names, p in v, facesitting

wc: 1.1k

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“M’sorry, hen! M’sorry!” Your boyfriend whimpered from beneath you, his body convulsing, clinging desperately onto your hips as you bounced on top of his length.

“Hush.” You demanded, pressing your palm to his lips, glaring down at him as he gazed up at you, his brows upturned and tears forming in his eyes. He arched his back, chasing the pleasure you were giving him as you slowed your pace to a slow grind.

“Please!” Came his muffled sob. His pleading eyes stared up at you as his hips bucked up into you, his feet planted on the bed as leverage to fuck into your tight pussy. You raised your hips until only his tip was left inside. You watched John squeeze his eyes shut, bracing himself for when your hips dropped, enveloping his cock in your gummy walls.

He whispered your name underneath your hand, peering his eyes open when you kept still, placing your hand against his pelvis, pushing him towards the bed as you steadied yourself. You removed your hand from his mouth, settling it beside the other.

You raised one eyebrow in a subtle display of skepticism, locking eyes with his tear-filled gaze with your own icy, unwavering stare. After silence, you watched John’s shoulders relax, his tense muscles unwinding as he released a choked sigh.

You grinned, sinking onto his thick cock, spearing yourself with an airy sigh, moaning out as the tip of his cock snuggly pressed up against your sore G-spot, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“M’serious bonnie,” John whined, his fingers sinking into your skin. “M’really–”

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” you growled, quickly setting an unforgiving pace, raising your body on and off his cock, pistoning his cock in and out of your sopping pussy, using him for your pleasure as you chased your high.

For the past hour, you've been keeping him on edge, refusing his release while you chase yours over and over. You were angry because he canceled the date he had planned at the last minute, claiming he was out with his friends while you were getting ready.

John's heart sank as he heard the deafening silence on the other end of the phone. It spoke volumes, conveying a message of anger and disappointment that needed no words. Hastily bidding farewell to his friends, John made a beeline for home, his mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him. When he arrived, he found you already dressed in your regular attire; your expression twisted into an angry scowl. It was clear that he was in for it.

“I ken, I ken,” he whimpered, his blunt nails piercing your soft skin, leaving crescent shapes in their wake. “I’ll… I’ll make it up teh ye’.” he moans, tilting his head back, baring his neck to you.

“You are making it up to me,” placing your hands against his pectorals, one hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing gently. “Right now,” you finished with deep breaths, glaring down at his pliant body.

John reached up, gripping the hand squeezing his throat. He reopened his eyes, mouth falling open as whorish moans echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls and into your ears. Your eyes softened at his pretty face contorted in pleasure, his gaze teary and pleading as your fingers curled deeper into his neck.

“Sweet boy,” you murmured, picking up the pace, fucking him until you were both moaning out uncontrollably. You arched your back, resting your hands on his knees, grinding your pussy back and forth, side to side, and in quick circles as his cock twitched inside you.

“You gonna cum for me? Hm?” you could tell he was nearing his release, smirking as he swiftly nodded, his eyes wide, pale blues sparkling with anticipation and desire.

“Go on, baby,” you purred, rubbing your nails through his sweaty brown locks sticking to his dewy skin. “Come for me.” Your smile widened as he let out a sharp cry, his hands pushing and pulling at your smaller body as his hips fucked into you in tandem, his cock jerking angrily inside of you before it jumped, spurting endless ropes into your womb with a silent scream.

“Good boy,” you cooed, refusing to slow your pace until he let out a painful groan, pulling your body up and off his sensitive cock. You cringed as his release slipped out of your gaping pussy, spilling onto his softening erection and down his length, coating his sack in a lewd mixture of your fluids.

John let out another whimper, lifting his head as he watched the sinful display of your combined releases coating his cock, causing a deep shiver to run up and down his body.

You smirked down at him, hands perching against the headboard as you shifted your body above him until your knees rested on either side of his head, trapping him underneath you. John stared up at you, his eyes unblinking as his mouth parted in awe.

“You gonna be good and clean me up?” you asked condescendingly, tilting your head to the side, your hair following suit.

He nodded again, running his hands up and down your body. His voice was airy and low as he whispered, "Please…”

“I’ll give you what you want,” you promised as you lowered your dripping cunt onto his mouth, tilting your head back with another sigh. “Fuck that's it,”

You ground your hips back and forth, moaning out as his tongue fucked in and out of your soft folds, sucking your clit into his mouth as he made out with your pussy, sounds of his muffled sucking and slurping causing heat to rise to your cheeks and yet he never seemed so at peace with your thighs clenching around his head.

“Fuck John, I'm so close!” you cried, digging your nails deep into his scalp, guiding his movements as you rocked forward, chasing your high, wailing out as you stared up at the ceiling before your eyes rolled back; your vision going dark as you let out one final cry before drowning his face in your essence, jerking your pussy over his face until his nose dug into your delicate pearl. He shook his face from side to side, burying his face deeper in between your thighs, swallowing your sweet slick, not caring if he couldn't breathe.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, your grip relaxing before running through his hair, swiping back the strands stuck to his skin. He whined against your core, large hands tugging you forward when you tried to lift them away.

“Please,” came his garbled plea, fingers digging into the plush skin of your ass. “One more time,” he panted, his tongue flicking around your sensitive nub pulsing in response.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you grinned, your chest heaving with exertion, but you knew couldn't say no—not to him.

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Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems ᡣ𐭩 Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kinktober Day X: Aphrodisiacs

summary: you and kyle try special chocolate tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, slapping, praise, degradation, p in v, fingering, rough sex wc: 2k

a/n: for the sake of time i had to cut it short but i may come back to change it up

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“Are you sure you wanna take these?” you asked, flipping the packaging over to the other side. Your eyes flickered over the ingredients.

“She said they were pretty potent.” You said, looking back up at your boyfriend sitting across from you. His infectious smile causes one of your own to bud on your lips. Heat rose to your cheeks as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“I’m sure,” he answered, shifting closer to you as he slipped the box from your hands. He reached inside, the plastic wrapping crinkling as he took them out. He pinched the seal on both sides, pulling it apart before turning it upside down. Two dark chocolate squares rested against his palm, connected by a thin line of chocolate.

You intently watched as he snapped them apart before placing one of them in your hand. You stared down at the chunk of candy, assessing it silently before looking back at him. He met your gaze, his eyes glancing from your palm to your face, seemingly waiting for your instruction.

“Should we try and see how long we can stay away from each other?” You inquired, grinning as you watched his reaction fall upon his face. “No?” You giggled as his brows pulled together as he prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue, clearly considering your proposal. His usual soft brown gaze turned hard as he pierced you underneath his stare.

“Fine. But you won't last.” Kyle sniffed, raising the candy to his lips while waiting for you to do the same.

“What makes you say that?” You scoffed softly, the corners of your lips curling in a hint of amusement as you deliberately refrained from mirroring his movements. You sat still, waiting for him to respond, and playfully narrowed your eyes slightly in his direction.

“Because I have specific training–”

“So this is what you boys get up to for training?” You interrupted, subtly gesturing towards the chocolate in his hand.

“Maybe,” He smirked mischievously, his lips curling up at the corners as he shot you a playful wink. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he chuckled at your disapproving scowl.

“I’m just playin’ with ya’, love.” His touch was gentle as he patted your leg, and you could feel the warmth of his fingers as he dragged them up and down your skin.

“But I do have better self-control.” he pulled away, taking a generous bite of the dark brown square.

“We’ll see.” You held the piece of chocolate to your lips, savoring its rich aroma before taking a small bite. The firm, glossy shell yielded to the pressure of your teeth, releasing a burst of bittersweet flavor as it broke into delectable fragments.

It only took about half an hour for you to start feeling the effects: a warm ache sprouted between your legs, causing your thighs to press together to alleviate the discomfort. The warmth quickly spread throughout your body until you almost considered tearing off your clothes.

Knowing Kyle was sitting pretty right next to you burned even hotter. You contemplated forfeiting the challenge and having your way with him if only it weren't for your pride.

Kyle seemed to notice your subtle squirming in the dimly lit room. His brows furrowed in curiosity as he observed you, the faint sounds of your struggle music to his ears. He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. The corner of his mouth twitched in a suppressed smile as he tried to gauge your reaction.

"Everything alright?" he asked coyly, his British accent a smooth melody in the silence. He set the glass down, leaning forward slightly to brush a stray lock of hair from your cheek. The warmth radiating off him only intensified the sensations coursing through you. "You look...flushed." He teased as eyes danced between yours, trying to read your reaction.

You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, and your pulse quickened in response. The game had begun, and you were ready to see how far you'd both go before surrendering.

“I’m fine,” you gently pushed his hand away, unable to bear the intensity of his touch. Feeling as though you might combust on the spot from the overwhelming rush of emotions, “you?”

Kyle chuckled low in his throat, his eyes glinting knowingly. He could tell you were affected, and that knowledge raced a thrill through you. He leaned backwards against the headboard, taking another slow, deliberate drink of his beverage while keeping you in his sight.

"Never better," he responded, his voice dropping a notch lower than usual, husky with unspoken desire. The sound of his voice had your thighs clamping shut and your teeth catching the skin of your lips. You knew he was watching, but you didn't care; you were so close to simply shoving your hands down your pants to touch yourself.

That’s not a bad idea. You thought to yourself, quickly sitting up to pull off your clothes until you were nude as the day you were born.

“Giving up already?” came his smug voice from behind you. You refused to dignify him with a response as you slipped your panties down your legs before settling back into bed, purposefully refusing to hide your naked body from his hungry gaze.

“I was just feeling a little hot,” you said after a moment, reaching your hands upwards to wrap around your breasts, tweaking your sensitive nipples as he watched.

“Fuck,” you whispered, arching your chest into your hands, kicking off the comforter still covering your legs. You smile in self-satisfaction once you hear Kyle let out a slow breath, trying to collect himself as he watches. You knew he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, no matter how much he tried.

You trailed your hands lower, scraping your nails against your skin until your fingers swiped over your wet folds, pressing the pads of your fingers against your pulsing clit, hips immediately bucking in response. You reached behind you, curling your fist into your pillow as you arched your back, whining as your movements picked up.

“Kyle,” you moaned, exposing your neck as you shifted your head to the side.

You shivered as he groaned your name, your pussy clenching in response. “You’re not playing fair,” he whined, followed by the rustle of fabric as he removed his clothes. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to resist his temptation.

“I didn't know there were other rules,” you huffed in amusement. The bed creaked, dipping low as Kyle settled his weight back onto it. He pushed closer before he leaned over you, his hand replacing yours.

“Let me,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. He brushed your hair aside and pressed a tender kiss to the sensitive spot below it as he began to work his fingers skillfully between your folds, drawing more wanton moans from your lips.

“Just like that, love?” he whispered as his thumb circled your clit as his fingers sank into your wet heat. You nodded, letting out another whine as you arched into his touch, chasing the unbridled pleasure igniting scorching flames underneath your skin.

Gaz’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as your body writhed beneath his touch. He increased the pace and pressure, determined to bring you to the brink. As he continued to tease your clit, Kyle leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers and moans. He felt your body tense, your muscles tightening around his fingers, and knew you were close. He thrust two fingers inside you, curling them upward to hit your G-spot, and you broke apart in his arms, your orgasm rolling over you like a wave. When your tremors subsided, he broke the kiss and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from damp skin.

You let out a startled yelp as Kyle flipped you over onto your stomach, reaching in front of you to grab a pillow before stuffing it underneath your hips.

“Fuck, I can't wait any longer,” he groaned, jerking his cock with one hand while he squeezed your ass, spreading it halfway as he pressed the tip of his cock to your leaky entrance and, without any more delay, pushing inside with a long, drawn-out moan. He immediately set a punishing pace, drilling his cock into your sopping pussy, both hands fully planted on your ass and pulling them apart to watch himself fuck you silly.

There were zero coherent thoughts in your mind; every word or sentence that could’ve formed had vanished entirely. You were a victim to your body’s desires, pressing your face into your pillow as you fucked yourself back on his cock, your muffled moans resounding in your head as he bullied himself in and out of your sensitive pussy.

You felt Kyle’s hand press against the top of your head, fingers curling into your scalp as he held you down. He anchored his foot against the bed, kneeling on one knee as he fucked into you deeper, debauched sounds escaping his mouth, noises you've never once heard him make.

“Oh, fuck yes!” he whimpered, tossing his head back as he panted, his balls tapping your clit with every rough and forceful shove into your wet and warm hole.

You tried to call his name, but there was no use; not only were you fucked incoherent, but there was no way he would be able to hear you as he practically suffocated you into the bed combined with the increasing volume of his voice, calling out your name like it was a prayer.

You were sure if he had tugged your hair back until your face met the ceiling, you would be screaming loud enough to alert the neighbors, and that would not end well for anyone, surely not yours.

Your fingers curled into the sheets below, your teeth latching onto the soft fabric as you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as your orgasm began to build in your low abdomen.

“Fuck m’so close,” he gritted out between his clenched teeth, his nails digging painfully into your cheeks, but it didn't matter. All you could feel was his cock pistoning in and out of your soft walls, his cock punching against your sensitive spot with every harsh beating of his narrow hips against yours.

“Y’gonna take it? Huh?” he chuckled, the sound reverberating into your lungs as he panted deeply behind you, his fingers digging into your curls before tugging you upward. You cried out at the mixture of pain and pleasure, your hand grappling with his as you attempted to climb further up the bed.

“No, no, no, no,” he tsked, tugging you backward, wrapping his bicep around your neck as he pulled you into his chest. “Don't run away,” he growled, his teeth latching onto your ear as he pressed his weight onto you, trapping you against the bed.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take. What. I. Fucking. Give. You.” he punctuated each word with an upward sharp thrust, aiming for your G-spot each time.

You let out a garbled wail, your chest heaving with choked sobs until you reached your precipe with a silent scream, tasting the saltiness of your tears as they slipped into your gaping mouth.

“There you go, baby,” he purred, sucking on the skin of your neck as his pace increased, his hips stuttering as he neared his high. “Give it to me,” he grunted, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as your pussy convulsed around him, ensnaring his cock in a vice-like grip, refusing to let him go.

“Yes yes yes yes! Oh, Shit!” He cried out, wrapping his other arm around your middle, pulling your body even further towards him as he used you like a doll made specifically for him. He let out of final whine, fucking into you as he came, refusing to slow down as he filled you up with his cum.

“Take it. Fucking take it.” Kyle groaned, his hips slowing into a deep and harsh grind, circling his cock inside of you and laughing at your pathetic whimper. He landed a harsh slap on your ass, watching as it ricocheted in response before he pulled himself away to spread your cheeks apart, slowly pulling his softening cock out of you as his cum leaked from your hole.

You both took moments to catch your breaths, chests heaving in sporadic motions as sweat, tears, and combined bodily fluids stuck to your skin. You twisted your head to the side, cringing as you felt your hair was bathed in sweat.

“Does this mean I won?” You teased before letting out a cry when another swift blow landed on your already sore cheek.

“Ow!” You whined, reaching behind you to rub at your stinging skin, shooting Kyle an angry look as he laughed. “Brat.” he snorted before removing your hand and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“Tell your friend to get us some more.”

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In Love With a Hurricane ♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kinktober Day XI: Uniform

summary: you and the hubby like to play dangerous tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, praise, dom!simon, sub!reader, clothed sex (except us), p in v, rough sex wc: 1.7k

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“You sure this is what you want?” Simon asked one final time as he stood over you, arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted down at you.

Not Simon, you thought, your grin growing wider as you stared into the dark abyss of his eyes hidden behind the white skull mask.

Ghost.

“I’m sure,” you answered finally, leaning back on your hands against the plush mattress beneath you. You nervously fiddled with the soft sheets, pinching it between your fingers and rolling the smooth fabric between them.

You weren’t going to lie. You felt slightly intimidated as he loomed over you, his hands gripping his belt as he studied you. Silently, he crept forward, his boots softly thudding against the hardwood floor. He took your face in his gloved hands, thumb smoothing your bottom lip.

The texture felt different; the cool, smooth leather starkly contrasted his usual warm, callused hands. You blinked up at him, feeling a cold rush that caused tremors throughout your body. His eyes, once warm and comforting, had turned dark and piercing.

He tilted your chin higher as he leaned forward, letting out a thoughtful sigh as his eyes flickered back and forth between yours. His eyes narrowed, but only slightly. You noticed the distinct clenching and unclenching of his jaw before he pulled away. Even as he let go, you could still feel the soft buzzing sensation where his fingers used to be.

“Strip,” he commanded, jutting his chin outwards as he stepped away.

Simon’s gaze never left your face, his eyes staring intensely into yours even when you revealed your nude body.

It was as if he was searching for a hint of uncertainty, a sign that this wasn’t what you truly wanted.

He had seen you naked countless times before, and you had never felt as uncomfortable and exposed as you did then. It wasn’t just that he was fully clothed and that you were not. There was something about how he held himself and looked at you. You were used to him looking at you like you were a delicate, fragile creature. Now, he looked at you like an animal. Like prey.

You knew this was just an act. That the man standing before you was not Simon. This was Ghost. Yet you couldn’t help but wonder how much of the character was a part of him, if his feelings were genuine, or just a role.

You couldn’t help how your body reacted: goosebumps dotted your arms and chest, and a shiver ran up your spine.

It was as if you could see his pupils dilate through his mask.

Before you had a chance to cover yourself, he was on you, pushing you back onto the bed. The breath left your lungs as your back hit the soft mattress, and you were barely able to regain it before he was on top of you, pinning you down.

His hips ground into yours, his cock hard and hot against your stomach, straining against the black denim of his jeans. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as he pressed himself against you.

Your lips parted as he reached a hand between your legs, his fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive flesh. A soft sigh left your lips, and he leaned down, pressing his masked forehead against yours. A deep rumble rose from within him, vibrating through your body, making you quiver.

You wanted to reach out and pull him closer, but the look in his eyes told you not to. His eyes were still dark, and his gaze was fixed on yours, daring you to move.

Your hand dropped, and you dug your nails into the mattress. Your eyes fluttered closed as he dipped his fingers inside you, and your mouth fell open.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, and your toes curled as you felt his finger brush over the most sensitive part of your body. Your back arched as he pushed his finger deeper, curling and uncurling it inside of you.

You could feel the heat in the pit of your stomach intensify, and you moaned softly, tilting your head back. Your hips bucked as he added another finger, and you squeezed your eyes shut as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

His hand left your thigh and moved to your neck, the leather-covered palm pressing lightly into the hollow of your throat.

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and you opened your eyes to see the familiar black eyes staring down at you, filled with hunger and lust.

You squirmed under his grip, but his other hand quickly found your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there, holding you in place. You moaned, and he chuckled, low and deep. And as you whimpered, his lips pulled back into a smirk.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, his thumb tracing circles on your clit, his hand moving faster and faster. Your thighs trembled as you came, a choked cry escaping your lips as he brought you to your release.

You collapsed against the mattress, gasping for air, your heart hammering in your chest. Your eyes darted back and forth between his, and his grin grew wider.

His voice was low and gruff. "Yer so fuckin’ perfect, y’know that?"

Your body was buzzing with electricity, and the words escaped your lips before you could stop them.

"Please," you gasped, "I need more." You pleaded, your eyes welling with tears.

Ghost's chest heaved as he watched you come undone beneath him, a primal satisfaction surging through him. He removed his fingers from your trembling body, leaving you momentarily bereft.

The sight of you begging for more only fueled his desire further. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his accent thickening with lust. His eyes roamed over your exposed form, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

His gaze never left yours as he lowered his body onto the bed, the weight of his gear pinning you in place. He undid his belt, pulling himself out as he positioned himself between your legs, his fingers tracing up your thighs, rough and scarred hands caressing your soft and supple skin.

He leaned in, the cold metal of his mask brushing against your flushed cheek, causing you to let out an airy whine. He whispered into your ear, his voice gravelly with desire, "Brace yerself, love." Then, without further warning, he thrust into you, eliciting a sharp gasp. He paused momentarily, allowing you to adjust to his size before resuming his rhythm, each stroke measured and precise, like the execution of a well-planned mission.

He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer as he continued to drive into you—the room filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the soft slap of skin on skin.

Ghost's movements became more urgent, his thrusts deeper and harder, his uniform digging into the softness of your thighs. You could feel your pussy clenching around him as you writhed underneath him, your nails clawing at his back through the thick material of his tactical vest.

Ghost's hips moved with a steady, relentless rhythm; each thrust punctuating the silence with a soft growl that reverberated in the back of his throat. You savored the sensation of him being inside you, the heaviness of his cock splitting you open, followed by the pressing of his tip against your cervix.

"Is this what ya’ wanted?" he asked his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of challenge lacing his tone. His fingers dug into your flesh, pulling you even closer as if trying to merge your bodies completely.

With a fervent growl, Ghost increased his pace, your body responding in kind. Each movement became a symphony of desire, the friction between you building a crescendo that threatened to consume you whole.

"Come for me again." His voice was rough, betraying the tight control he maintained over himself.

You could feel the familiar pressure building inside you once his thumb found your clit, rubbing in small, deliberate circles as he continued his relentless rhythm. The sensation sent a jolt through your body, causing your hips to buck against his, your moans becoming louder and more desperate. Ghost's breath caught in his throat at the sight, his release drawing near.

"That's it," he urged, his fingers working in tandem with his hips, pushing you closer to the edge.

Ghost's eyes narrowed, watching your reactions intently as he pushed you higher. The sensation of you clamping down on him was almost too much to bear, but he held on, determined to give you what you needed. His thumb pressed firmer against your clit, teasing and stroking in time with his relentless thrusts.

"Let go. Give it to me," he commanded, his voice barely recognizable through gritted teeth. He could feel your body tense beneath him, every muscle coiled tight as you teetered on the edge. When your orgasm finally hit, your eyes squeezed shut, broken whimpers spilling from your lips as you trembled in his arms. Ghost allowed himself to follow suit, his release tearing through with a ferocity that surprised him.

He buried his face in your neck, his breaths ragged and hot yet somewhat filtered by his balaclava. As he rode out the waves of pleasure that wracked his body, you quivered in ecstasy beneath him.

Ghost couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness. He held you close; his hand splayed across your lower back, his thumb still circling lazily around your sensitive clit as he savored the feeling of you coming apart.

Ghost slowly pulled out, your combined heavy breaths echoing through the otherwise silent room. He discarded his mask, revealing a look of raw passion and concern etched on his rugged yet handsome face.

His fingers trailed up your body, brushing aside damp strands of hair that clung to your forehead. He leaned in to plant a tender kiss on your lips, tasting the salt of perspiration and feeling the rapid beat of your heart against his chest. "Ya’ alright?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

You nodded, a dopey grin stretching over your face as your eyes peeled open, assessing him through your bleary and cloudy vision.

“Good,” he grunted, his voice once again losing its once warm and soft tone.

“Because I’m not done wit’ ya’ yet.”

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Let Me Love You Just a Little Longer 𝜗ৎ König

Kinktober Day XII: Overstimulation

summary: könig loves to eat pussy a little too much tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, praise, dom!könig, sub!reader wc: 1.7k

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“Again?” You whined, lifting your head upwards, looking down at the mammoth of a man between your legs. König’s mouth twitched into a grin as your juices dropped from his chin, his stubble soaked in your wetness.

Your chest rose and fell with each deep breath, your brow dripping with sweat, and your hands clammy, still curled in his auburn locks.

König chuckled lightly before repositioning his broad frame, settling himself between your thighs once again. His rough stubble grazed your sensitive skin, eliciting a shuddering moan from you as König’s tongue dove back into your wet folds. With a calculated precision that spoke of experience, he traced circles around your swollen nub, savoring every gasp, moan, and buck of your hips. The taste of you drove him wild, but it wasn’t just physical; it was the power he felt, the connection forged between you two in those moments of pure, unbridled pleasure.

His thick fingers slipped inside, curling as he sought out that particular spot while his tongue continued its merciless assault. König loved making you squirm beneath him; the sight of your body writhing in ecstasy was almost too much for him to bear.

“Ve can take a break if you need it,” he said between breaths, his voice husky and heavy with arousal. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your body tremble with anticipation, wiping away a bead of sweat trickling down his temple with the back of his hand.

Despite the offer, König didn’t wait for your answer before diving back in, eager to taste you again. He knew how much you enjoyed his attention and found satisfaction in bringing you such intense pleasure. His tongue worked tirelessly, dancing over your sensitive bud as his fingers moved inside you with purposeful strokes. He reveled in the sounds you made, the way your body reacted to his every touch. It was a symphony of desire, and König was its conductor.

"Mmm...so sweet," he rumbled approvingly, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh, causing another wave of pleasure to roll through you. He lapped up your arousal with relish, his tongue flicking against your clit with expert precision. His large hands held your thighs firmly apart, keeping you open for his ministrations.

König felt his arousal growing stronger with every passing moment. Despite his size and intimidating exterior, König treated you with surprising gentleness, as if handling something delicate and precious. His calloused fingers slid over your skin with reverence, exploring every curve and dip of your body. The contrast between his rough exterior and tender touch was enthralling, making each stroke feel like a discovery.

He continued to work you over, his pace increasing as your moans became louder and more desperate. With his free hand, he reached up to massage your breast, teasing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was taut and sensitive. König's eyes stayed locked on your face, reading every expression, every twitch of your lips, every squeeze of your eyelids, adjusting his movements accordingly. He was determined to push you to the edge again, to make you come undone beneath his touch.

"Vhat do you vant?" he asked huskily, his breath hot against your wetness as he spoke your name.

"More?" His fingers curled deeper inside you, pressing hard against your G-spot as his tongue circled your clit faster. "Or vould you like something else?" He raised an eyebrow, leaving the question open-ended, inviting you to share your deepest desires.

Your fingers dug into his scalp as your thighs tense around his head, threatening to squeeze. “Don’t stop!” You sobbed, tugging him closer by his hair.

Chuckling deeply, König obliged your request, his tongue swirling around your clit with increased fervor as his fingers thrust deeper. His arousal surged at the sound of your desperation, the raw need in your voice. He marveled at how your body responded to his touch.

His movements became more deliberate, focused entirely on sending you spiraling over the edge. He could feel your muscles contracting around his fingers, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"Very veil, my Liebling," he rumbled, his voice low and rough with desire. His tongue flicked and teased your clit relentlessly, his fingers pumping in a steady rhythm. He could sense you were close, your entire body trembling beneath him.

The sensations were overwhelming, and König grew harder with each passing moment. He loved being the one to bring you such intense pleasure, the one who knew exactly what buttons to press to send you flying. It was a power he didn’t take lightly, a responsibility he cherished. As you neared your climax, he slowed his pace ever so slightly, drawing it out, savoring the exquisite torture.

When you finally broke, your scream echoing through the room, König couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. He lapped every drop of your release, relishing the taste, before finally pulling away. "That vas beautiful," he murmured, planting a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh before moving back up to claim your mouth in a passionate kiss.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazed down at you with hooded eyes. His breaths were heavy, and his heart raced in his chest, his body still buzzing with the residual energy of your pleasure. König shifted his weight onto his elbow, freeing up his other hand to trace lazy patterns on his stomach. He watched as his body slowly relaxed beneath him.

"Vould you like more?" He asked, his German accent thick with desire.

You threw your arm over your eyes, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over you. “Just go slow,” you whispered, your hand brushing over his.

Nodding, König pressed a tender kiss to your thigh before resuming his exploration, this time at a gentler pace. He understood the delicate balance between pleasure and pain during those sensitive moments after an intense orgasm, and he had no intention of causing you discomfort. Instead, he focused on soothing you with soft licks and nibbles, teasing your folds open with his tongue and occasionally dipping inside you to taste your wetness, feeling your body quiver beneath him.

His fingers trailed up your body, stopping to play with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. König's eyes never left your face, studying your every reaction, searching for signs of what you wanted next.

"Like zis?" he asked softly, his voice thick with arousal. He blew cool air on your sensitive clit before swiping his tongue across it once more, eliciting a shudder from you. As you nodded, he continued his ministrations, taking his time to savor every inch of you. König's desire grew with each passing second, but he pushed it aside, determined to make this moment about you.

You nodded, your hands perched on his shoulders, squeezing gently before running lines down his back.

Humming in approval, König felt your hands on his back, the pressure grounding him further. He continued to pleasure you, his tongue tracing circles around your clit while his fingers slid in and out of you at a languid pace. Each stroke was calculated and designed to draw out your pleasure without pushing you too far too soon.

His thumb began to rub your clit in slow, steady circles as he increased the speed of his fingers, watching as your breath caught in your throat. Your movements grew more restless, your hips rocking against his face as you chased after another orgasm. König's own need simmered below the surface, his cock throbbing with every moan that escaped your lips. Yet he remained steadfast in his mission, focusing solely on the task.

"You're so vet," he praised, his words muffled against your skin. He loved how you reacted to his touch and how your body moved with his rhythm. It was a dance they'd perfected over time, and he reveled in the intimacy of it all. As your breaths grew ragged and your body tensed, König knew you were close once more. He doubled his efforts, wanting to send you flying again before he allowed himself to finish.

Feeling the tension build within you, König's eyes sparkled with determination. He curled his fingers slightly, hitting that spot he knew drove you wild while his tongue flicked rapidly across your clit. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as your legs trembled around his head. He could sense you were on the precipice, ready to fall into another wave of ecstasy. His arousal pulsed in response, his hips pushing rapidly against the soft mattress as he neared his climax. He increased the pressure on your clit, relishing in the feel of your wetness coating his tongue.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. The words seemed to act as a trigger, sending you hurtling over the edge. König grinned against your skin as your body shook with release, drinking in your pleasure greedily. He let out a whimper as the taste of you flooded his tongue, grinding his cock against the sheets one final time and letting out a loud groan muffled by your pussy.

As your spasms subsided, he gently pulled away, licking his lips clean before crawling up to lay beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he admired your flushed features. You glanced down at the wet spot at the front of his pants, chuckling to yourself as you glanced back up at him.

“Did you just cum from eating me out?”

Grinning, König wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smear of arousal glinting in the dim light. He looked down at the damp patch on his trousers and then back at you, his gaze filled with warmth.

"Ja, it happens sometimes," he admitted, gravelly voice laced with amusement. His thumb traced idle circles on your hip as he savored the feel of you pressed against him. Your laughter was music to his ears, a sweet sound that never failed to comfort him.

"You taste so good," he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips, swollen from earlier kisses. He leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a lazy kiss, his tongue seeking yours as he let his hand drift down to cup your breast. His thumb circled your nipple, drawing another sigh from you.

You blushed at the sound of König undoing his belt, pulling out his half-hard cock. He lifted your thighs to wrap around his broad waist before tugging you forward.

“I hope you are still ready for more, ja?”

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Under The Influence of You 𝜗𝜚 John Price

Kinktober Day XIII: Blowjobs

summary: hubby works too long and too hard he deserves some lovin’ for taking such good care of you tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), praise, fluff, dom!john, sub!reader wc: 1k

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“That’s it, sweet girl…nice and easy,” John purred from above you, one hand pressing behind your head as he eased his cock further down your throat. His blue eyes squinted in pleasure, his lips pressing together as he groaned, tilting his head to the side as he watched you struggle to swallow him.

Your fingers sunk into the clothed skin of his thighs, your mouth stretching wide to accommodate his thick length until your jaw began to ache and tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to slip down your cheeks as you fought to keep them open.

He let out a low, satisfied grunt at your efforts, the sound vibrating through his body and making his muscles tense under your fingers.

Appreciating your dedication despite the apparent discomfort with a slight twinge of concern for your well-being, John tightened his grip on your head, guiding your movements with a gentle but firm rhythm.

"Good job," he praised huskily, moaning your name as he watched your tears fall silently onto his thighs. "Just take your time; I'm not going anywhere." His other hand gently brushed away a stray strand of hair that clung to the side of your face, his thumb lingering to trace the line of your jaw before he returned it to his side, allowing you to focus on pleasuring him without distraction.

"Mmm," he approvingly hummed as you followed his lead, his hips rolling slightly in sync with your bobbing head. The salty taste of him filled your mouth, and the intimate sight of you serving him served to heighten his arousal.

Despite the urgency building in his core, John forced himself to remain patient and controlled, taking shallow breaths to maintain composure. His heart rate sped up, each pulse echoing in his ears as he watched your lips slide up and down his length, reddened by your efforts. He tightened his abs, fighting the instinctual need to thrust deeper and take control, reminding himself to let you set the pace.

"Just like that," he encouraged, his voice strained yet steady. His hand continued its gentle massage of your scalp, his fingers tangling in your hair as you worked diligently on his cock. His breathing grew heavier, matching the tempo of your movements. He leaned back against the wall, allowing himself to fully enjoy the sensation of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him.

His eyes never left your face, watching your expression morph from determination to pleasure and back again. The sounds of your muffled moans filled the room, causing his arousal to spike further.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked gruffly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His grip on your head tightened ever so slightly, urging you to take him deeper. The muscles in his thighs twitched as he fought the urge to buck his hips forward, wanting to savor the sensation of you pleasuring him without overwhelming you. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort of maintaining control.

"You're doing so well," he praised, his voice laced with raw emotion. "Fuck," John muttered, his eyes momentarily closing as he fought against the pleasure building inside him. The wet, warm sensation of your mouth was almost too much to handle, but he couldn't deny how incredible it felt to have you willingly submit to him in this way.

His breath hitched as you took him deeper than before, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each determined stroke. The combination of your saliva and his precum made for an erotic slickness that only heightened the experience. He opened his eyes, meeting your watery gaze, and gave a curt nod of approval.

"That's right," he growled softly, "take it all." He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a familiar warmth spreading throughout his body as he neared climax. His grip on your head became firmer, his fingers massaging your scalp more urgently.

Price's hips started to move in shallow thrusts, guiding your head as you continued to suck him off. He couldn't remember the last time someone had taken such good care of him, which made him feel humbled and empowered. With each stroke, his movements grew more insistent, his breathing becoming ragged.

He called your name, his voice straining with restraint, "I'm getting close." He wanted you to be prepared for his release, to know that you had brought him to the edge and pushed him over.

His entire body tensed, muscles coiled like a spring about to snap, as he tried to hold off just a little longer to draw out the exquisite sensations. But it was no use; the dam broke, and with a final, guttural groan, he came hard in your mouth, filling it with hot, thick ropes of semen. John watched your reaction closely, seeing the slight surprise in your eyes before they fluttered closed, and you swallowed every drop, milking him for all he was worth.

As his orgasm subsided, he released his grip on your head, allowing you to pull back slowly, gasping for air as you did so. He smiled. Once you finished, John Price's chest rapidly rose and fell as he regained his breath, his eyes still locked onto yours. He cupped your cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before pulling you up to stand before him.

He took a deep breath, savoring the aftermath of pleasure that still coursed through his veins. His gaze softened as he looked at you, thumb lingering on your cheek before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. "Thank you," he murmured with genuine gratitude in his voice.

The moment's intensity lingered in the air, and he could see the lingering mix of emotions on your face. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as he held you in a protective embrace.

“Pretty girl,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, his lips stretching into a grin as you turned your head to capture them in yours. “Should I return the favor?”

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