ghostssweetgirl

[ghostssweetgirl]

You share a cigarette with Ghost

CW: smoking is very, very bad! do NOT do it! (as i write about u smoking) reader is close friends with Ghost and also was previously in a situationship w him. fem reader, fem anatomy, mutual flirting, suggestive content, 18+, MDNI, if i missed any let me know

I’m emptying out my drafts, and then working on requests :3

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem reader

Tossing and turning.

Tossing and turning.

Almost all fucking night.

You give up. You stretch your back before you climb out of bed, sighing to yourself. Your body aches after a tough mission. Your mind was running rampant, wouldn't shut the fuck up.

You put on an oversized jacket, zipping it up most of the way. The fabric slipped and rested past your shoulder comfortably. You walk out of your dark room all the way outside.

You pull your pack of cigarettes out of your cargo pants, placing one between your lips. You pat your pockets looking for a lighter.

What a bad fucking habit.

"Fuck," you whispered.

"Need a light?" a familiar voice boomed from behind you, startling you as you turned around with a look that could kill.

"Y-yeah," you obliged, you were about to scold him for sneaking up on you like that, but your thoughts were stolen from you as he walked closer to you. Your heart slammed inside of your chest. He towered over you, and for a moment, you held your breath. He leaned down, putting the lit tip of his cigarette against your unlit one, igniting it for you. You broke the eye contact as you looked down where the cigarettes met, sucking in your first hit before exhaling it.

"Can't sleep?"

You let a small laugh escape. "You either."

He chuckled, looking up at the stars. His balaclava rested above his nose. You take a peek at his side profile, memories from when you served under him flooded your mind.

"How's things on your side, Riley?" The way you said his last name hit him like a train though he kept his stoic posture. He remembered how you are.

"Got some promising recruits," he answered, licking his lips before he took another hit. “You?”

“Not too bad.”

"You remember the days, y/n?" he asked, looking at you with curious eyes, tilting his head as he smirked. That shit-eating fucking grin.

You laugh, blowing out another puff, shaking your head, feigning innocence. "Nah… nah, haha.”

The air of superiority he had over you diminished as you now sat at the same rank as him. You sucked on your lip as you looked at him, awaiting his answer.

His boots hit the ground as he walked directly in front of you, his grip on his half-finished cigarette tightening. "You're full of shit, sweetheart."

"Enlighten me, then," you smirked. You knew what you were getting yourself into.

"A'right," he looked at the ground, then back at you. "Storage room, gym, closets, that one time-"

You laughed, cutting him off, earning a cocky grin from the man. "Okay, okay, stop."

"Or during your training. Your conversation with Emma. Miss kiss and tell..." he teased.

"Really?" you disposed of your cig, folding your arms, looking away. “Didn't know you knew that..."

"Uh-huh," he nodded playfully, resting his weight on one side as one elbow rested on the railing.

"Anyway," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Hoping he doesn't notice your now flushed cheeks, not able to resist the thoughts in your mind, remembering what Ghost is like in bed. "You tired yet?"

He simply shook his head 'no'. Comfortable silence fills the air as you sit down in a chair, hands folded together as you lay your head back while closing your eyes, enjoying the cool summer air.

He sat beside you, deep in thought. He looked over the features of your face, missing the feeling of you. Not just sexually. He missed what it felt like to cuddle you, waking up to you with your damn comforting embrace. He feels like it’s stereotypical, but it’s obvious in his mind that you’re the one that got away.

You heard a lighter flick. You opened an eye to see him puffing on another smoke. "Smoke one more with me, yeah?”

You sigh as you oblige, taking another out of your pack, opening your hand for his lighter which he gave to you. You took slow hits as you rubbed the fabric of your jacket between your index finger and thumb.

You felt his eyes on you, and when you looked to make sure, you quickly had to avert your gaze, blushing once more as you once again met his eyes. They had such an affect on you, it was ridiculous.

"Jus' give me one more night, y/n," he quietly pleaded. Begging eyes looked right into your soul. Your lips part, your answer was on the tip of your tongue but your body moved first. He kept speaking softly under his breath.

“Won’ disappoint you, lovie.”

“Fuck’s sake, you’re still so gorgeous.”

You walked up to him, standing between his legs as you looked down at him. You take one last hit before flicking it onto the ground. His eyes roamed your body hungrily as he licked his lips, adjusting his position in the chair as he leaned back, manspreading.

Your hands graze his chest as you crawl onto his lap, and you hear him breathe a sigh of relief. His hands gripped at your hips, working their way up your body until they cupped your face. He pulls your face close to his, but pauses for a moment as you look each other in the eyes one more time before his lips met yours harshly. He hums in pleasure, his hand caresses the back of your head as the kiss grows deeper.

He pulls back with lidded eyes, smirk on his face before he whispers in your ear. "It's been too fuckin' long, luv. Hate to say it, but I missed ya.”

You scoff, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Shut up. Just kiss me.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair as he went in for another deep kiss, his tongue begging for entrance and you invited him in by softly sucking on it, earning a breathy whimper from him.

You kissed down his jaw, nipping at the sharp edge. He let his guard down as you heard him suck in a deep breath, holding back his moans as you sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck, the area where the skin is the thinnest — it drove him wild.

His grip on your hips tightened as he took back his control, his teeth clamp down on your exposed breast, leaving his mark as he sucks on the reddened area. “Always knew how to press my fuckin’ buttons,” he growled, kissing back up to your neck, where his stubble tickled you, he liked making you squirm from it.

Your hips instinctively grind into his hardened bulge as a tool for more pleasure while you hump him. He hums in approval, moving your hips for you. He unbuttoned your pants and shoved two thick fingers inside your panties, exploring your wet, sticky folds before settling at your clit.

“Yeah?” He chuckled while he watched your reaction once he continued his movements.

You nodded, holding onto the back of his neck while you were making a mess out of his hand. His fingers teased your entrance and you sunk down on them, gasping at the stretch of his thick fingers while you set a steady pace. He twists his fingers, angling them where you really need it.

“Tha’s it, take what you need,” he cooed.

You moan softly, carefully not too loud to not alert the others. Your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt, into his rough skin. His eyes zeroed in on your cunt taking his fingers. His free hand pulled your pants down further, allowing him better access. The veins in his arm pop beautifully as he enters deeper, scissoring his fingers. He laughs to himself while you struggle to be quiet.

“Simon! S-slow down, too loud…” you warned through broken moans.

“Don’t care,” he said, not slowing his movements. His mouth slightly opens watching the way you’re coming undone, a cocky grin on his face while he’s proud of himself for knowing your spots. “Cum.” He’s still got it.

You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip so hard it’ll draw blood just to keep yourself quiet. Your head falls back as you feel that knot tighten and release within your stomach, your orgasm washes over you and he’s relentless as he keeps fingering you through it. “Good girl, that’s better right, yeah? Feel better?” He kissed up your jaw.

You hum as you feel his lips, but you need more. Your hands palm at his covered bulge and he immediately starts unbuckling his belt, ready to free his cock for you. He loses all sense he had, turning into a mumbling fool, all sweet nothings.

He watched as you slowly took it out, your thumb plays with the tip, spreading his precum around it. You giggle watching his hips buck up, your hands wrap around it and his eyes roll back from the grip. You spit on his cock, he watches in awe as you drool onto him, and shudders while your hand jerks him off and you hear that schlick, schlick, schlick.

“Oh, fuckin’ hell, yes,” he groaned.

“You like that?” You speed up, meeting his eyes with your dark ones. He looks at you with bated breaths, nodding eagerly.

Your other hand massages his full balls, while the other is working overtime trying to grip all the way around it while you move fast enough to keep him moaning like the pathetic mess he is right now.

His abs tightened while his nails were digging into your ass, all deep grunts and moans. You stop right before he cums and the poor guy… you could have swore he looked as pitiful as a little puppy begging for food. You keep a tight grip on his balls, watching the raging red tip of his cock throb and twitch, and lick your lips.

“What do you say?”

“P-please,” he whispered. His brown eyes melting as he begs you.

“Hmm,” you smirk. You undo your jacket and take your boobs out, and he instantly melts again. Just like a good boy. He sighs happily. You press your chest into his face, listening to the muffled moans while he instantly sucks on your tit.

“Mmmf!” (Please!)

“Holy fuck, princess, I’m beggin’ ya,” he whined, gasping for air. He moans into your tit as he returns to rolling it around with his tongue.

His hands rest at your waist, nearly across your whole body as you rubbed the tip of his cock between your cunt. His wet tip serves as the perfect base to tease yourself with before you sink onto it slowly. His back arches, and his eyes remain on you, hands going crazy, he don’t know where to grab.

He groans lowly and you kiss his lips before you bottom out on him. “Shhh, don’t want anyone hearing you like this, do we?”

He nods, his eyes heavy as you look into his, holding back his moans as you bounce on his cock. Your hands barely cover his pecs as you hold onto them. Hell, you’re struggling yourself to stay quiet. Whimpering like a bitch in heat over here.

He raises an eyebrow, grinning. “You remember the days now, babe?”

You roll your eyes, losing your composure for a moment but he lifts you up and turns you around, bending you over the railing.

“How bout now?” He grabs your chin, tilting your head back and he eases himself slowly in. He hits deeper in this angle.

You’re fucked. You nodded your head, feeling absolute euphoria at this new position, so much deeper, so full of cock. “Fuck, y-yes. More. Please.”

He grunts in approval, holding makeshift pigtails out of your hair as he rams his full length inside of you at a brutal pace, not giving you time to adjust again.

He gathers your hair in one hand, while the other spanks your ass, over and over again, leaving a red handprint of his large hand. “Simon! Simon, Simon, Simon…”

He knows that moan, but if you keep saying his name like that... He keeps his pace, talking you through it.

“Cum all over this cock, babe. Do it, fuck, you’re so hot, please cum…”

“So good. Takin’ it so well.”

He rolls his eyes as he bends your back, ramming into you while you milk his cock for all he’s worth. You wail as you cum, any stress you did feel is definitely now worked out of you. Your legs shake as he pumps every last drop inside of you, spreading your ass as he gets as deep as he can possibly get.

His dick softens inside you as he catches his breath. “Oi…” he groans.

“You think we can do that again sometime?” He gets excited, holding his breath as you both pull your pants back up.

“If you’re lucky, Simon,” you don’t promise, smiling as you light up one last cigarette for the night.

“Yeah — I’m tired now,” he lit one up as well, if this was the only moment he’d get with you for another while, he’d take it.

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Consider the following:

Ghost x Reader enemies to lovers slow burn with loads of angst and hurt comfort

Reader is a part of Graves' shadows, and was assigned to work directly alongside the 141 to provide support, unaware that Ghost was using her to gather intel on 141 in preparation for his betrayal. Reader and Ghost never got along while working together, and after the betrayal, she has a hard time proving she didn't know Graves' plan. maybe she gets separated when ghost and soap do and during the part where soap meets with ghost at the church, she shows up to help despite their distrust and gets injured helping them or something idk lol.

oh boy, this is actually a good idea hmm... 👀 gonna get started... i'll make it a series so keep an eye out :)

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[ghostssweetgirl]

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Sleepy sex with Ghost?

All my brain has been thinking about for weeks

Little Drabble perhaps? 🤍🤭

A/N - Omg I’m so sorry for how long this took! Writer’s block… personal stuff.. anyway, it’s short but I needed it to get the brain pumping aaaand I had to write it on my phone so, ;3 hope you enjoy <3

TW. Choking, creampie, p in v sex, minors dni!! 18+ only!!

You were right in between that feeling of being half-asleep, half-awake. You instinctively cuddled up to your boyfriend, shuffling to rest your leg over his. He grumbled as he felt your leg hover over his groin, your leg twitched as it grazed past his hardening cock underneath his sweats. You let out a soft giggle as you continue getting comfortable.

“Pervert,” you muttered.

He grunted in response, his strong arms pulling you closer. Your head lays on his chest as you close your eyes once more for a while. Sleep clouds your mind until you jolt awake as Simon’s hand gripped the fat of your hips, pushing his thumb into your hipbone. You let a small gasp escape your lips, to which he replies with a desperate sigh.

“So pretty,” he whimpered quietly as he kissed you on the corner of your open mouth, humming as he got more handsy, he pushed your leg off of his, settling between your thighs. He rolled your hips for you, chuckling at how easily you come undone for him, even as he’s dog-tired, putting minimal effort into this - he didn’t care, he just needed you.

He swiped his hand below your pajama shorts, sliding his middle finger between your wet folds, hissing as you soak his finger. He sucks in a breath as he fumbles with his sweats, pulling them down just enough to let his aching cock escape. You moan, mostly because you were so tired, but desperation took over as you slid your shorts down, just taking one leg out, you needed him inside. “Please,” you whispered, whining as you look into his tired eyes, heavy with desire.

He slid your soaked panties to the side, hiking your leg up as he pulled you to him. His hand grazed your back, caressing the back of your head as he pulled you into a rough kiss, sucking harshly on your bottom lip. He pressed his cock against your slit, thrusting against it, the thick head of his cock against your clit emits a lewd squelching sound before it catches against your entrance. He chuckles softly as he teases you. Too sleepy to fight against his teasing, you just whine, pouting as you can’t even open your eyes. He gives in, pausing for a moment as he fully enters you. Your cunt clenching around him is almost too much, especially at this angle. “Fuck,” he moans into your shoulder.

Your head tilts back, he’s hitting your cervix just the right way - slow and deep, this position is so comfy at the same time. He slides all the way out to the entrance, all the way back in slowly, your cunt stretching widely to accommodate his size. Suddenly, he stops. He stays put inside you, but just holds you closely, resting his hand on your chest as he feels your heavy breathes. You’d complain, but fuck it - cockwarming him feels fucking good.

He gently scoops you on top of him, you lay against his chest as you slowly rock your hips. Both of his arms wrap tightly around your waist, tickling your ribs softly. You shiver at his touch, keeping the slow pace and his hips buck to meet your movements. You sit up slowly, your hands splayed across his chest, your hair an absolute mess covering most of your face, but you look down at him. His hands now hold a tight grip on your hips. He smirks at you - his breath getting heavier. You grab his hand and rub it up your body until it’s a necklace around your throat. Your mouth opens, emitting an excited moan as you rut faster, his cock hitting you deeper.

“Fuck, yeah - right there, baby,” his jaw clenched, looking down to where your sexes meet, your sweet slick sticks against his skin. He groans, his fingertips leaving red helps where they dig into your hips. He pulses inside of you, shooting thick strings of cum, flooding your womb. You join him in his orgasm, riding out your high until his dick softens and flops out, cum oozing out along with it.

You fall on your back next to him with your hands lacing with his. His thumb rubs the top of your hand softly as you both catch your breath. You groan at the thought of having to get up to clean yourself off but his hand then rubs your temple. He shifts as he kisses your forehead.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, doll,” he chuckled.

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[ghostssweetgirl]

i always think to myself 'if someone doesn't write a fic where ghost is teasing y/n or y/n is teasing ghost while they're backpacking on his bike i'm gonna flip' but i could just write it myself 😈

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[ghostssweetgirl]

toxic ghost x fem reader [smut]

cw: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), fem reader fem anatomy, name-calling, degrading, praising, toxic ghost, angst(ish) idk! idk how i feel about this one, i haven't wrote in a minute.

You've been seeing Ghost on and off for months now. Answering his every beck and call, dealing with being shouted at, disciplined for every mistake the rookies made as if it were your fault, you allowed him to take his anger out on you, resulting in this... chase. This... game. You wanted to stop, you knew this was never going to go anywhere. Why did you still try? You begged for him to let you in, show him that you could be, were more than just a plaything. He blew you off, swiftly shrugging your hand off his shoulder as he would walk away without looking back.

You lay on your bed, your hands between your thighs as your head tilted back as you sighed out in pleasure. You couldn't stop thinking about him. He's ruined you, and you were falling into it willingly. 

You felt guilty, knowing he was breaking your heart. You didn't answer his text, he'd show up at your barrack, and you would allow him in. You always do. It was that time. He just wanted to relieve some stress, and you knew that's all it was. Falling into every sweet nothing he'd spill, just to get in your pants and leave you high and dry after he was done, chasing after him. He liked the game, he was looking back to make sure you were still running after him. He had you wrapped around his finger, in such the wrong way. You gasp, slowly lifting your head as you heard the doorknob twist and open, the dark silhouette of his body looming over you. You didn't stop rubbing yourself. It is so perverse, so wrong. You should stop, you know you should. You should stop right now. Turn him away. Don't give in. 

"What are you doin', luv?" he whispered, walking to sit on the edge of the bed. His sweet pet names got your stomach fluttering, but as you meet his dark eyes, emotionless except holding desire for your body and nothing more, you remember, these pet names meant nothing, were nothing. 

"Nothin'," you lied, defeated as you looked over his body before focusing on his eyes.

"Stop thinkin' so loud, luv," he rasped, his hand groping the bulge in his pants which were tightening. "'M followin' your eyes, doll, like what you see, yeah?"

Finally your hand movements stop, pulling your hand out of your underwear, you sit back on your elbows, giving him access to crawl closer to you. His waist opens your legs as he settled between them, hovering over you. He groans deeply as he grinds against you. 

"Getting right to it, I see," you muttered. His hand cupped your jaw as he tilted your face to his.

"That's right," his eyes squinted, looking over the features of your face. "You're so fuckin' pretty, baby. I can't help it."

He lifted his mask above his lips, leaning down. His lips crash against yours roughly, sloppily, hungrily as he then traced his hand down your chest. For a split second, you forgot about all of your woes, all of your negative thoughts about him. For now, you'd drown in this fire. Let him consume you, let him win you over for what you told yourself would be the last time. You moaned into his mouth as he held a tight grip onto your breasts, moving down to grasp your waist, massaging slow circles into it. Your hips knowingly buck into his, earning any friction you could find. 

He knew every weak spot, every sensitive spot, using it against you. He made quick work of kissing down your jawline, sucking on your neck while he pulled your pants down along with your panties. He groaned against your skin as he slipped a hand in between your thighs, his fingers exploring your wet folds before he slid your shirt over your breasts. 

"So wet already, yeah? Easy access," he chuckled lowly. He unbuckled his pants, removing them enough to free his cock. He spat in his hand and rubbed the spit along the thick head of his cock, slapping it against your cunt. "Ready for me?"

You do nothing but look up at him as you bit your lip. You nodded as your mouth fell agape at the tip prodding against your entrance. You both sigh in unison at the feeling before he slides all the way in. 

"That's it, fuck, that's it," he praised you. "Good girl, good fuckin' girl..."

This is what made you weak to him. You knew you couldn't be pleased like this elsewhere, yet you craved the emotional intimacy that you would never get from him. He thrusted deep into you, his tip hitting your cervix with each push, your moans were music to his ears. He grabbed your wrist into one fist and held them over your head as his thrusts got longer and deeper.

"Such a good cunt taking all of me," he moaned. "Feels good, right, doll?"

"Y-yeah, feels so good," you mewled. His movements went to a slow pace as his eyes flickered between your own.

He sighed. "Luv... talk to me." As if he actually cared.

You moaned at him slowing down, but as you met his eyes, obviously frustrated, you hesitated in speaking your mind. 

He leaned down, his other hand wrapped around your head as he caressed it, his other hand still holding your above your head. "Tell me, come on..."

"Simon..." you sighed. "I want... more than just sex."

He grunted as he slammed his hips into yours, earning a louder moan from you. He leaned back, letting go of your hands as he held a vice grip onto your hips, needily chasing his high, and you couldn't stop the knot from tightening in your stomach as he was hitting that one spot so deliciously.

"Simon!" you wailed, covering your mouth as your pussy clenched his cock as your orgasm sent waves of electricity through you. 

His jaw clenched as he finally made eye contact with you again, leaning down once more as he breathed heavily into your face. His nose brushed against yours, as he chuckled softly.

"Fuck... you brainless little thing... how many times..." he paused as he watched his cock slide in and out of you, hearing the schlick as your juices wept over his cock. "... do I have to tell you..."

He flipped you over on top of him, his hand grazes your lower back, guiding your hips up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. "That you... you are just a warm body. A nice hole to fill. To use. A good little fucktoy. And I know, luv, I know. I know you like it just as much as I do, yeah?"

His hips buck up into you roughly, the pleasure being too immense for you to handle as you cried out, your nails scratch against his chest. "See, look at you, you fuckin' slut, you love it."

You can't deny that you love it, but god you longed for more. 

"Simon..." you moaned as tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. "Please..."

He ignored your pleas as he kept bullying his cock into you, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you could barely hold yourself up. One hand caressed your neck as the other gripped the fat of your hips, using you as his cock sleeve.

"Take it, take it, fuck," he gritted his teeth, slowing his thrusts as he pulled you off of him, his cum shooting over your ass. "What a good slut."

You lay there awkwardly on his chest as he soothingly rubbed your back for a moment, coming off of his high. You then flopped on your side next to him, waiting for him to get up. This time it wasn't as instant as it usually is. 

"I don't want you to leave me," you whispered. "I'm so tired... tired of begging for it, Simon."

He laid there emotionless, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as his breath calmed. How can he be calm? How can he do this to you? To his subordinate... someone he was supposed to protect and care for?

He sighed as he sat up, pulling his pants up as he buckled them. He stood there with his back turned towards you. "And I'll keep coming back. As long as you let me. We can quit this little game... you're the one who keeps letting me in, yeah?"

Your mouth opens and closes trying to find the words. "You know what, Simon? You're right. Don't come crawling back here or even fucking text me when you want to get your dick wet. Go get it from some other bitch, I am not a barracks bunny... Get the fuck out of here." Your words held venom within them, but if you were being honest... you don't know for sure that you wouldn't let him come back. This was the whole point of the game, right?

He chuckled as he nodded his head. Almost as if he somehow knew you weren't serious. He knew just how to get into your head, surely it wouldn't be long before you let him come crawling right back. "A'right, then, soldier. Until next time..."

He walked out the door, leaving you alone to cry yourself to sleep in your pillow, not caring to shower, not caring about setting an alarm. You want to mean what you said so badly, but there's still part of you deep down that thinks there's a sliver of a chance to creep inside his cold fucking heart. 

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To be continued...? (maybe)

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Ménage à trois simon ghost riley x y/n - mff threesome

A/N- I haven't seen anyone else do this so I want to give it a shot...  bc lorddd it's been on my mind for some time, but I don't know how some people will take it lol (😳) it's hot to me though 🫢but it's very out of character (last time I wrote something f x f someone got offended so i'm just saying please don't get offended like that is NOT my intention AT ALL lol idk what to say but i understand if this is not something you personally like i'm just going ahead and clearing this up before someone comments something)

CW: mff threesome, bisexual reader, established relationship, slight cuckolding? i guess? , dom Ghost, oral (m receiving, f receiving + giving), rough sex, degrading & praising, double facial ;)

WC: 4k~

It wasn't that you needed to spice it up in the bedroom with Simon, he was plenty for you and you for him; catering to each kink you were exploring and every fantasy you wanted to try out, but there was just this one you couldn't get rid of in the back of your head, and at first, you hadn't planned on saying anything about it, or even following through with it. Simon would do anything for you though, anything that makes his princess happy and pleased.

It was when you were sitting in a corner of a bar, in the middle of a conversation with your boyfriend when the thought kept creeping from the back of your mind, sticking with you as you tried to focus on what he was saying. You smiled at him lovingly, though you struggled to maintain eye contact. Your eyes wandered to this beautiful woman, whose body was created from a Goddess herself. The dress she wore hugged her curves tightly, her hips swayed as she walked to the bar, ordering a whiskey. You eyed her up and down, Simon had his head tilted at you.

"Y'alright, luv?" he asked softly, his hand sliding over to hold yours.

"Mhm," you nodded, clearly flustered. Simon knew you, though. Something was up, and he didn't know what. 

"What is it, doll?" his eyes met yours, curiously.

You blushed. There was no way you were going to say it right now. You were nervous of how'd he react to the suggestion. Something of a slight jealousy tinged in your stomach but that was the same exact thing that got you so worked up over it, wanting to try it out... and also for your own selfish pleasure. 

You nervously tapped your leg, biting your lip as you thought about how to word it. 

"C'mon, now, tell me, babe," he rasped, raising an eyebrow as you were usually up front about your wants and needs.

"Well... I guess I want to try a threesome," you muttered low enough to where only he could hear you. His Adam apple bobbed in his throat as he cleared it, unexpecting to hear what just came out of your mouth. You met his eyes nervously, the silence killed you internally. You started to explain yourself. "Y-you're more than enough, Simon, I just... want to see you with another girl."

What the fuck are you doing? Is this the right way to propose this idea?

"I only want you," he finally spoke. 

"I know that," you smirked, happy to have your man's heart, but won't he understand you just want to bring him as much pleasure as you can? "But... something about the idea... turns me on... a lot."

His eyes widened in surprise, genuinely at a loss for words. He meant it when he said he only wanted you, nothing compares to you in his eyes. He means it when he says you're perfectly made for him and only him. What kind of man would turn down this opportunity though? It was for your pleasure, too. "Is that so?" he grinned underneath his mask (yes he wears it in public). 

You giggled as you nodded your head towards the girl you had an eye on. "What do you think about her?"

He turned his head slowly, eyeing the girl. "She's pretty," he complimented as his eyes wandered over her body once more. 

Your breath fastened as you watched your boyfriend check out the girl, your core heating up and your cheeks flushing red. He took a sip of his drink, letting out a soft sigh as he shifted in his seat. "How about... I go talk to her up, hm? See how that makes you feel?" his voice lowered.

Your pupils dilate as you nod eagerly, giving him your permission. He got up slowly, taking one look over his shoulder at you as he made his way towards her. Your hands gripped the hem of your dress as you watched him set his hand down on the bar, flexing his veins and muscles as he leaned down, his head bobbed as he spoke to her. Her face lit up as she flashed a smile, eyes flickering towards your own. You quickly look down, flustered. 

You took a few more shots to calm your nerves, occasionally looking over at your boyfriend flirting with the woman. Her hand soon touched his arm, she gasped as she felt his muscles and snaked up his arm, gripping his bicep as he flexed for her. You noticed him breathing harder as he looks back at you with heavy eyes. You lick your lips as you eye him, signaling him that everything is okay. 

It wasn't long before he eventually walked her over to your table, introducing her to you. She smiled widely at you, her eyes wandered to your chest. You smirked as you introduced yourself, holding out your hand. "Y/n," you spoke confidently.

She told you hers and you guys chatted up for a while, the conversation got heated quickly as you bought her a few drinks, getting to know her. You guys talked until the bar closed, and exchanged information. You knew there was a click between you two, but you didn't want to move too fast with this. You needed just a little more time.

--

For the next two weeks, you were texting her back and forth. Simon caught you smiling at your phone often, picking on you.

"Look how red faced you get chattin' her, luv," he teased, chuckling softly. "How has it been going?"

You smiled as you made eye contact, letting him know how well you two get along, and how you guys like a lot of the same things. You proposed the fantasy to her, and she was more receptive to it than you expected. I would love to... The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't want to push it. I think you're both drop dead fkn gorgeous, even tho ur bf's masked lol, her text read.

"Also, she admitted that she noticed me before you, but was surprised when you approached her," you laughed, teasing him. "And she's... free tonight..."

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at you deeply. "I love you, baby. I'm only ready if you are."

--

You got ready and sent her your address. You suck in your breath as you saw the on my way. 15 mins, text. You and Simon sat in the living room, he shifted in his seat, spreading his legs as his hand rested behind his head, the other caressed your thigh that tapped nervously, waiting for the knock on the door.

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There she is.

You smile brightly, opening the door as she walks in, hugging you tightly as she greeted you. "Hey, doll!" she giggled. "Hi, Simon..."

"Hey there," he spoke, his eyes moved in her direction. You put on a show while you cooked everyone a home cooked meal. You hummed to yourself happily in the kitchen as you plated up the food, sort of eavesdropping on their conversation. You couldn't tell exactly what, but you were pretty sure your boyfriend was telling her all of your weaknesses. You set up the table for everyone to eat. It wasn't even awkward as you all ate and talked, it was a great conversation, actually. They both flustered you as they complimented your cooking.

"Wonder what else tastes... delicious," she spoke in a low tone, eyeing you as you blushed, biting your lip at her compliment.

Simon chuckled, noticing the effect she had on you already.

"You'll find out soon, darling," you cooed.

--

The party migrated to the bedroom, where you and her sat next to each other and Simon laid across the edge of the bed, his bottle of whiskey nearby as well as the bottle of wine you were sharing. Soft pop music played from your radio lowly in the background. Simon turned the LED lights to a dark red. It was as if you and her had the same idea, as both of your hands cupped each other's face as you leaned into her lips, kissing her softly. Savoring the sweet taste of her lip gloss as you sucked her bottom lip. Your hands travelled down to her waist as you groped it tightly in your hands. Simon's eyes roamed between the two of you, enjoying the sight in front of him. Seeing his girl being pleased from this point of view was... satisfying. The kiss became more heated as her hands explored your body, roaming down your chest as she squeezed your breast, earning a moan that escaped your lips. Your hands mirrored her own actions against her own body, you cupped her tit in your hand as you squeezed it tightly. Your lips broke only to catch some breath.

Simon's heart nearly dropped when he saw the way you two look at him. Both of you crawled towards him. You lifted up his mask and your lips met his first, letting him taste her as you stuck your tongue in his mouth which he greedily sucked. Her hands stroked his chest before you pulled back, you nudged him in her direction. He licked his lips, sucking in a breath before their lips locked. You couldn't help it, you were already wet. You bit your lip as each of your hands groped onto them, caressing their heads as they made out, a sticky string connected them as he pulled away to kiss you again, this time deeper. You felt his heartbeat slamming as you caressed his cheek, your fingers splayed across his neck as he crawled on top of you.

Her hands massaged your waist as you fell softly on your back, his hand traced between the valley of your breasts and wrapped around your throat, holding you down as his other hand grasped her throat, you moaned as their lips crashed. You watched with heavy-lidded eyes, a bitten lip and your hips needily bucked into the air, falling short as he laid atop of you. Their kiss broke and he looked down at you, his chest heavily rising and falling as he quickly took off his shirt, his muscles flexed before they relaxed again. You leaned up, four hands caressed his body, stroking his back, his abs, his chest, his arms. He growled as he gripped your shirt and ripped it off of you, leaning down and kissing your chest hungrily, leaving love bites in between. He squeezed both of your breasts, harshly sucking on your nipples before pulling away. She leaned down and kissed up your naval, sucking on the skin around your belly button. His hands groped her waist, stroked her sides, pulling her bottoms off as she kissed up your body, sucking on your tits. He ripped her shirt off next, pulling off of her, letting her breasts fall against your skin. She stuck her finger in your mouth which you sucked on eagerly as your body rolled into her touch. She moaned into your tit as Simon slapped her ass, sliding his hand in between her cheeks, feeling her warmth. 

"Fuckin' hell..." he rasped. She kicked off the remainder of her pants along with her underwear as she crawled on top of you. Your hands slid down her waist, meeting Simon's hand that tightly gripped the fat of her ass. His hand held yours as he massaged her ass, his clothed cock grinded against your covered heat. Not for long though, she sat up as she removed your bottoms too. She left you in your thong. She looked up at you through her lashes as she kissed up your leg, teasingly. Her hands crept up your thighs, using her nails... Simon fucking told her I like being scratched, you thought to yourself, as she finally tugged your thong down. 

Simon palmed himself through his pants, watching the way her ass spread in front of him as she buried her face in your pussy. He was quickly distracted as he heard you moan out in ecstasy, your moans making his cock ache in his pants even more. Your hand rest at the back of her head as she ate you out expertly, rolling her tongue against your clit, causing your legs to slightly quiver.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you moaned out, making eye contact with your boyfriend, that similar grin he recognizes on your face. He knows it feels good. 

Her moans vibrated into your clit as she pushed her nose into your mound, sucking as hard as she could. Simon's finger prodded at her entrance, teasing her as she whimpered into your cunt. He chuckled from behind her as he slid one finger in. "That feel good, luv?" he asked her, his other hand pushing her head deeper into you. Your mouth fell agape at the feeling, her tongue now flat as he controlled the pace of which she licked you at. She breathed heavily, her eyes looking up at you was so adorable. Simon slipped another finger in her, you watched her body jolt at the feeling. He moaned, as he continued thrusting his hand into her pussy. "That's it, good fuckin' slut... Keep eatin' that cunt... fuck," he rasped. "She's about to cum, look how well you're doin', luv..."

He knew you so well. Your back arched high off the bed, your fingers tangled with Simon's hand in her hair as your orgasm sent waves and waves of electricity through you. "Oh fuck..." you panted. She kissed up your body, laying between your legs as her ass arched into the air. You traced down her back, flipping her over. You return the favor, suckling on the sensitive spots on her neck. You lick your fingers, and softly press it to her clit. Her little moans are music to your ears. "Yeah?" you purred as you kissed down to her breast, taking a hard bud into your mouth, sucking it roughly. Your boyfriend's finger explored your folds, agonizingly slow as he pressed his thumb to your clit, chuckling as you quivered. He finally freed his aching cock, his hand pressed at the base as he jerked it, watching you kiss down her sexy body, watching you smile as you bury your face into her cunt, your tongue works fast at her clit before you suck on it. Your hands grip her hip as she bucks into your face. Simon crawls up to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he smacks his cock on her tongue. You moaned into her cunt, your own clenching around nothing as you watched her please your man... 

His head fell back, a deep groan echoed as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, her hands stroking what didn't fit. His hand rested at the crown of her head. "Ah, fuck," he hissed, his hips starting to rut back and forth, hitting her throat deeper. Her eyes watered as she struggled. "Jus' like that, good girl." 

You pressed a finger into her cunt, feeling her clench around it. She pulled off his cock with a small gasp as your fingers teased her cervix, quickly coaxing her first orgasm from her. Her hands then gripped the bedsheets as her back arched. Simon grabbed a fistful of her tit as he slapped his cock against it, watching it jiggle, jerking off as he grabbed her head and placed his cock in her mouth again, this time taking full control as he used her throat like a fleshlight, her gagging sounds filled the room as she attempted to moan. You pull back with a whimper as slobber drools onto her clit, her pussy squelched as you fingered her. Her thighs shook as you felt her clamp onto your fingers, her arousal seeped and you lapped it up, before you offered your finger to Simon. His eyes rolled back as he helped you clean off your fingers. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, pulling you into a rough kiss. He groped your ass as he bit your lip, savoring the taste of her arousal on your tongue. 

"You havin' fun, my sweet girl?" he grabbed your jaw, leaning down to your level, his hand reached between your legs, finding your sopping cunt that he sunk two fingers into. "So fuckin' wet, yeah? What a fuckin' whore." His finger moved faster, your arm slung around his neck as he stole another stomach-turning orgasm from you, you chanted his name as he pushed you on your back, grabbing the other girl by her neck as he placed her next to you. He then grabbed your ankles and pulled you both to the edge of the bed. "Hold your legs up. Both of you."

You both lay beneath him, holding your legs up from behind your knees, in full display for your boyfriend. You look at her already fucked-out face and smile, your lidded eyes met hers and she giggled, leaning over to kiss you. He teased his cock between the puffy lips of your cunt, collecting your slick before he pressed the tip into you. He grunted as he felt the velvety grip of your walls around his cock, one hand gripped the fat of your thigh for leverage as he fucked a few more thrusts into you, before pulling out of you with a deep growl. He fisted himself for a second before he pushed his cock between her cunt, he watched her mouth fall open in anticipation as he slowly pushed in. "Bloody hell, take it..." he muttered, holding her hips down as he set a brutal pace, slowing down shortly after. He rolled his hips into her one last time before he pulled out, switching back to you. It went on like this for several minutes, several orgasms later, the both of you a whimpering mess under him made his sadistic little heart happy. 

A stinging sensation crept in your stomach this time... as he stayed in her longer than he has before. He caged her with his arms, pressing his forehead to hers. "This cunt feels so fuckin' good wrapped around me, yeah? Such good sluts for me." You reached down, rubbing your clit as you watched his balls slap against her ass, watching the way he gropes her body, sticks his thumb in her mouth to suck while he thrusts faster. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" she cried. "I'm gonna fucking cum-" she warned, but he pulled out of her right as her legs started to shake. Her body spasmed as she pouted. 

"That's too bad," Simon chuckled as he now caged you. He kissed your lips roughly, kissing down your neck as he teased his cock against your hole. You whimpered as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, finally bullying his cock fully into you. Your brows furrowed as you bit back your moans, wrapping your legs around him as he brutally rammed into you. You were becoming close, his cock was hitting your cervix just the right way....

He pulled back with a groan, something dark about it. 

"Simon, Simon, Simon, please..." you begged.

He didn't answer as he laid in the middle of the bed on his back. He tapped her thighs, instructing her to sit on his face. Leaving you to his cock. She straddles his face, her plump thighs pressed around his ears, facing you as you sank down on his length. His body tenses up at the feeling, his hands cupped your thighs as you started riding slowly at your own pace, working at your climax. You sighed out in pleasure, watching her body gyrate against his mouth, watching his jaw clench as he sucks on her clit. She tilts her head back, your hands lean forward and cup her breasts, pinching her nipples and she squeals out. Her small hands grab your wrists before they snake up your arms, cupping your face as you look each other in the eye whilst you use your boyfriend for you girls' pleasure. Two moaning messes above him, both singing his name blissfully. His hands fight back and forth, taking turns groping both of your bodies. You lean into a kiss, a sloppy, heated makeout session as you both reach your highs, moaning into each other's mouths as your pussies leak slick all over your boyfriend, his deep moans now muffled into her cunt as her full weight falls onto him in her euphoric state. Your cunt pulsed around his cock, watching her get off and your boyfriend being pleasured like this proves to be too much for you as you released one last time. You gripped his thighs that clenched, as his cock twitched inside of you, signaling he was close. "On your knees," he demanded breathlessly. The both of you hurriedly got on your knees in front of him, he stood up on the bed before you two. Like the hungry cumsluts you were, you both held out your tongues, ready for his cum. He whimpered as he stroked his cock fast, taking turns placing the tip on your tongues. "Keep lookin' at me like that. God - fuck - you're both so fuckin' gorgeous, o-oh, fuck-" he gritted, the first thick rope of cum landed on her tongue, then another flew out on your face, and another on hers. He stroked every drop out, smearing it all over your faces. His mouth stayed fell open, he bit his lip as he watched you lick his release off of her face, and her do the same.

"Dirty little fuckin' minxes..." he panted, a happy grin plastered across his face.

The both of you giggled evilly, taking comfort in his now fucked-out state. 

After a little bit of rest, you and her showered together, allowing Simon some alone time in his own shower. 

--

After helping her clean herself up, and giving her a spare pair of clothes, you made her a midnight snack and showed her to the guest room, where you both got to gossip a little about Simon.

"That was definitely... the best sex I ever had," she admitted, trying to stop the blush creeping on her face.

"Trust me... it was... definitely one of our best times," you wink at her, laughing at her easily flustered state. "He's... really fucking good."

"You're a lucky woman," she smiled, turning on her side, pulling the covers up as she yawns. I smile warmly, my heart content.

"Thank you," I blushed. I know I am.

--

I met Simon in the kitchen, getting his midnight snack as well. It was silent as I grabbed my food, but as we made eye contact with each other, it felt like an even deeper connection. He walked in front of me, placing both hands on either side of me on the counter top.

He leaned down, inhaling my scent. "Do you know... how much I fuckin' love you?"

I shrug coyly. "Yeah. More than anything, right?" I wrap my arms around his chest, looking up at him.

"Damn right," he agreed, kissing the top of your head as he pulls you in a tight embrace. "Can't wait to marry you."

--

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Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of a dead body. Hints of torture and violence. Blood. Depictions of war. Trauma. Explicit Language. NSFW. Smut. Soft smut.

A/N: A somewhat softer Simon, written with female!reader insert. Pre-established relationship between Simon x Reader. Thanks to @offendedfishnoises​ for all your help, thanks to @more-cardigan-than-woman​ too xoxo 

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Cowboy Ghost x Fem Reader

Everyone thank @ghostslillady, she might not know it (yet) but one of her posts inspired this 😈🥴 and please tell me y'all know the cowboy hat rule (if u take it off u have to RIDE the COWBOY yeehawwww 🤠) this is so silly but it's gonna be so GOOD (i hope hehe) i waited for someone to do this but i was just like 😏i'll write it myself

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It was a late night at the bar, you and your friend rewarded yourselves with some cold drinks after a day's worth of work. You dressed up a bit for your outing, happy with yourself. A few drinks in and you two were tipsy, dancing and singing along to the country songs playing.

Time was going by fast, your cheeks starting to cramp from how much you had laughed and smiled. Your smile faded though when the crowd went silent, a masked man wearing a dark cowboy outfit walked in through the double swinging doors straight to the bar. He didn't pay attention to all of the eyes on him, though he met yours in a split second before he ordered his drink.

The crowd calmed down and went back to their party, so you and your friend continued on as well, slinging back your drinks finishing them off. You slam your cup down and close your eyes as you reach that euphoric, drunken haze you missed. Your friend then dragged you to the karaoke stage, inviting you to sing but you were hesitant to do it in front of everyone.

"Come on!" she pushed with a playful grin on her face.

You shook your head, trying to get out of her grip and you finally slipped out of it before you bumped into... him.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you muttered, looking him in the eye while you stammered with your words.

"Quite a'right," he nodded, fixing his cowboy hat. "Y'come here often?"

You shook your head 'no', feeling slightly awkward. You didn't take him for much of the talking type, him striking up a conversation was a surprise. "Only on weekends!" you laughed.

"I see," he responded, lifting his mask for a moment while he drank the rest of his bottle of whiskey. You politely looked away, not daring to do anything to piss him off. He cleared his throat before he held his hand out to you. "Name's Ghost."

"Y/N," your small hand grabs his, and he shakes it softly before letting it go, letting your hand slowly fall out of his, cherishing the way your hand barely took up any room compared to his large one.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady," you saw his eyes crinkle, knowing he was smiling behind that mask. You blush and cover your face shyly. "Oh, don't do that now, little lady. Let me see that pretty face."

Once again, your cheeks cramp up. He's got you smiling ear to ear, your eyes shine brightly under the low party lights.

"Wanna go somewhere a little more private, darlin'?" he asked, tilting his head as he stood straight up, towering over you.

A smirk crawls up your lips as you look at your distracted friend, knocking down a few more shots before you took his arm and walked with him towards the outside of the bar.

He leans against the wall and lights up a cigarette, leaving his pack open as he offers one. You oblige, placing the cigarette between your lips. You keep eye contact as he lights it for you, your cheeks still flush red even though it was dark outside.

He sighed a few times, before you guys came up with a playful conversation. Somewhere in the middle of it, you took off his cowboy hat and put in on, proudly smiling as you wore it. His body rumbled as he chuckled lowly, crossing his arms against his chest.

You took the last few puffs off your smoke, before putting it out, playfully blowing the smoke in his face. He leaned closer to you and whispered, "You know what you just did, yeah?"

Your eyes widen, thinking you had pissed him off. Your lips stammer as you gulped. "N-no... I'm sorry..."

He flicked the hat that was still on your head as his head tilted, his voice become lower. "You take it off... you ride the cowboy. That's the rule. Your place or mine, doll?"

Oh. Oh.

A smirk was on your lips again, you blushed once more while you thought about it, biting your lip teasingly. "Mine."

You gave him your address as he led you to his motorcycle. He fixed his sunglasses on top of his mask, taking his hat back before putting your helmet on for you. The engine roared as he started it and sat down, patting the back seat as you hopped on, wrapping your arms around his toned torso.

As you finally arrive in your driveway, you hop off, removing the helmet, handing it to him as he placed it on the handlebar of his bike, gesturing for you to lead the way. You can't believe this was happening. You meet some random cowboy and here you were leading him to your bed, leaving your friend behind.

You open the door, letting him enter first as you close and lock the door behind you. You smile up at him, barely entering your house before he removed the hard plastic part of his mask, tossing it on the ground as he lifted up the fabric just above his nose. He grabbed your waist and kissed you, nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue begged for entrance. You allowed him in and your tongues swirled together as his grunts vibrated against your mouth, his hands wandering, becoming needier as they grabbed at every part of your body.

Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck for leverage before he cupped under your ass, lifting you up against the wall. The kiss only broke when he asked where your room was.

"Left. Second door," you panted, your lids now heavy with desire. You leaned down, kissing and sucking on the exposed skin of his neck earning a deep groan from him. His Adam apple bobbed as you bit the skin gently before soothing it with a cool kiss. He laid you on your back at the edge of the bed, he grabbed both sides of your face as he kissed you roughly. He pushed himself between your legs that wrapped around his waist.

"Fuckin' hell, so pretty," he muttered as he kissed and sucked down your neck to your collarbone. He didn't give a shit about your shirt, quickly bringing out a knife and slicing it clean off in the middle as he pushed it off of you. Clearly in the heat of the moment you didn't care either as you helped him remove it, reaching behind you as you unclip your bra, letting your tits bounce free. "Oh, fuck."

He growled as one hand grabbed a fistful of your breast, his mouth sucking harshly on your other. He wrapped his lips around your nipple and rolled it in between his teeth, earning a sweet little yelp from you as your back arched. His free hand caressed your curves, rubbing over the small of your back as it bowed up.

"Fuck, Ghost," you panted, tilting your head forward, meeting his dark eyes as he kissed down your naval, unbuttoning your pants impatiently. He bit at your hipbone as it was exposed while you were now pants-free.

"Perfect fuckin' figure," he praised, his eyes taking in the sight before him as he kissed and nipped at your inner thighs, making quick work of removing your panties. Your hands grasped at anything possible, soon finding his hands that held yours tightly, his veins popping as he held you still. His kisses trail lower, and lower. You gasp out, watching his every move with intense eye contact. He chuckled as he licked a circle around your puffy lips, testing you. You moaned out as he teased you again, licking your clit one time, testing your reaction. He hummed in pleasure before licking a fat stripe up your hole to your clit, flattening his tongue as he pushed his head into you as deep as he could.

"Oh my god, yes," you mewled for him, your grip on his hands tightening.

He cherished your scent, your taste, your reactions as his tongue worked magic into your cunt. He wagged his head like a dog, causing your legs to shake at the feeling, feeling that knot tighten in your stomach as you couldn't help leaning up, almost trying to run away, but he reenforced his grip, unrelenting as he moaned into your pussy.

The knot snapped, your eyes snap shut as your body convulses in pleasure, your spend leaking and shining the sides of his face. He didn't waste a drop as he lapped it all up eagerly before sitting up, a proud smile across his face as you caught your breath.

"Good girl."

Your hands reached out to him, and he helped sit you up. He tapped his belt, and you quickly got to work undoing it, pulling his pants down his thick thighs. You bite your lip as you see his hardened cock strained by his boxers. His pants fall with a thump to the floor as he then sits down on the bed, letting his legs sprawl out, which you crawl in between on your knees.

He folded his arms behind his head, letting you do your thing. You run your palm across his length, looking up at him with a sultry look on your face as you grab the hem of his boxers, freeing his cock of the restraint. It bounces up and hits his abdomen with a sharp slap, before your hand wraps around it and you hold your tongue out. Bringing the tip up to your tongue, you swirl slowly around it, testing the sweet saltiness and letting spit drool down along his length.

"Fuck," he moaned, bucking his hips into your face. You laugh lowly before you take it into your mouth, slowly bobbing down as you hollow your cheeks. The wet warmth of your mouth wrapping tightly around his cock caused his fists to clench, one coming down to hold a makeshift pony of your hair.

You looked up at him through your teary eyes as you took as much as you can. His hand grabbed your jaw and held it there. "Fuckin' hell, luv, right fuckin' there."

You moaned against his cock, his cock bucking up further caused you to gag, the tear finally falling out of your eye. He pulled you off of his dick as he sighed out in pleasure, watching the drool spill out of your lips before you grinned. "Good fuckin' slut."

You crawled up his body, settling your legs on either side before you grabbed his cock, letting the tip meet your entrance, gathering slick. He held onto your waist as you adjusted yourself, ready to sink all the way down. You gasped as you sank down slowly, not used to his girth or size.

"Shit, such a big fucking cock," you moan out. He replies with a deep chuckle, looking up at you with desire, watching your naked body shine under the moonlight creeping through the slit of the curtains.

He helps you with a quick thrust, now all the way inside of you. Your hands gripped his chest as you hissed. "Ah, shit...." you giggled, finally somewhat adjusting as you started bouncing up and down at a steady pace. Holy fucking shit, it was bulging out of your abdomen.

"Atta girl..." he purred, his grip on your hip tightening. The other hand rested behind his head once more, enjoying the show. "Feels good, huh?"

You nod as you bounced faster, leaning back with your hands on his thighs. The sounds of your ass slapping on his skin along with your moans echoed off the walls. Your tits bounced in rhythm to your pace as his hand trailed up, cupping them softly as he soothed up and down your body before settling between your thighs, his thumb rubbing tight, firm circles on your clit that made your legs threaten to close right then and there.

"Like ridin' my cock, doll?" he chuckled.

"Fuck, yes!"

He met your hips with small thrusts, furthering your pleasure as you were about to come undone once more. Your cunt clenched impossibly tighter on his cock as your orgasm was about to wash over you. Your vision was hazy, all you saw behind your closed eyes was colorful stars as he coaxed that orgasm out of you, breathy pants and grunts as he held himself back from erupting at your pleasure.

"Cum for me, that's it," he gritted through his teeth, thrusting harder up into you as you screamed out, nails scratching down his chest, both of your bodies tensed up.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you chanted in your ecstasy.

"Shit, I can't... Fuck..." he groaned out, emptying his spend inside of you as his cock twitched inside of you. "Fuck, couldn't hold back."

You gasped in all the air you could, meeting his still lust-filled gaze looking up at you. "It's okay... I'm on the pill," you laugh.

He chuckled, rubbing softly up your back as he pulled you down into a gentle hug. "Wanna do that more often, little lady?"

That was definitely the best lay of your life. No way you're letting him go.

You laugh into his neck as you shake your head. "Yeah... definitely."

Your phone vibrates on the floor and you lazily get up, his soft cock falling out of you, mixtures of both your arousal seeping out of you.

Your friend: Hey

Your friend: Are you okay?!

Your friend: Y/N! Answer me!

You: I'm fine, sorry. I got a ride home. Did you make it home safe?

Your friend: Yes! I was worried sick about you! 10 more minutes and I would have called the cops! What happened?

You: I'll tell you later, okay? Glad you're okay <3

"Everythin' a'right, doll?" Ghost asked.

"Yeah, friend I went with was worried about me. Told her I'm okay," you smiled, heat rising over your cheeks again as you thought about how all of this happened. "Care for a shower, cowboy?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart," he chuckled.

--

Hehehe cowboy Ghost 🥰😍

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[ghostssweetgirl]

THEN ILL MASSAGE IT OUT FOR YOU LOLLLL

simon gets his aftercare, reader pervs on his butt, fic ends with spanking (first part)

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They're like two perfect, rounded bongos.

The thought is unfiltered and unabashed as you stare at Simon's butt with a laser-focused attention span you rarely utilize. You wanna give 'em a little smack. Watch them jiggle under your palm. Maybe even give a little loving squeeze to them, too. Gotta show a bit of love to your man's assets after all.

You stare even harder at the tempting cheeks just inches from your hands.

Just one little pinch wouldn't hurt--

"Oi."

"Ah-wha--?" You blink and startle with a gasp, having to balance yourself again, sitting on the back of Simon's (equally tempting) thighs.

You tear your gaze away from his butt and slowly look further up Simon's prone body to meet his half-lidded eyes staring back at you over his shoulder.

"What are you doin'?" Somehow, he sounds both pouty and demanding at the same time. "You're supposed to be giving me a massage."

Oops.

Guess you got a little too distracted by his butt.

"Sorry, Simon." You grin sheepishly, resuming your soothing rubs along his back, and a pleased sound rumbles from his chest as he closes his eyes again and rests his head in his arms. "You just relax, old man, I'll take care of you."

"Careful," he mumbles, not even opening his eyes, "I could easily switch our positions and continue 'massaging' you."

You chuckle a little despite the slight soreness you feel in your sides from laughing so much when Simon tickled you earlier. His threat to continue that 'massage' didn't scare you as much as it should have, but still, you promised him a massage in return for not tickling you (although you were already planning on giving him one even before that) and a massage he will have. Besides, you really did want to take care of Simon.

"You know, I've been told I'm good with my hands," you say conversationally, not thinking much about your words.

"Oh?" Simon opens one eye to peek at you over his shoulder. "And who said that?"

"Friend I went to school with," you answer, kneading his upper back and frowning when you notice him looking at you. "Hey, I said relax."

Grunting, Simon settles back into his arms, closing his eye. "Why would your friend say that?"

"I gave him a massage," you say as your hands dig into a slight knot in his back. "And when I'm done giving you a massage, you can compliment me too."

"Him?" Simon asks, sounding cheeky.

"Oh, shut up." You roll your eyes playfully. "We were just friends and this was before I met you."

"Sure," Simon teases. "'Just friends' give each other massages like this."

"We were! And I never gave him a massage like the one I'm giving you! I lost a bet, so I had to give him a shoulder rub."

"Mmhm."

"Simon!"

"Any other blokes you gave a handjob to?"

"Fuck's sake, Simon, don't say it like that!"

The man beneath you shakes with silent laughter, pleased with himself for referring to a massage that way. He must think he's so clever. Glancing down his body, your eyes lock onto his butt as a devious smile makes its way across your face. You know how to get him back.

Smack!

Abruptly, Simon stops laughing, butt clenching under your palm. It doesn't even register that he's turned his head to look at you ominously, your attention occupied elsewhere.

Not even bothering to hide your snickers, you give his cheek a self-indulgent squeeze. So soft, yet so firm.

You glance back up to see Simon's narrowed gaze.

"Did you just spank me?" He speaks slowly.

You shrug and give his butt another little slap, watching it jiggle. "You gonna behave for me?"

"Try that one more time and I'll be the one spanking you."

"But what about your massage?" You give his other neglected cheek a playful slap.

"The massage can wait."

And before you have any time to react, Simon switches your positions, pinning you over his lap as his hand lands against your butt with a loud smack!

-

("Your friend was right."

"What?"

"You are good with your hands."

"Does that mean you liked it when I spanked you?"

"Don't make me spank you again, you know what I mean."

"Don't deny it, I know you liked it."

"You're such a pain in my ass."

"Then I'll massage it out for you.")

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[ghostssweetgirl]

TEEHEE 🤭🤪

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[ghostssweetgirl]

TARGETS ON THE MOVE KILLED ME

You’ve just moved in with Simon. Great.

There’s one slight problem, though: Due to the nature of his work, the guy interprets everything as an order. And executes accordingly.

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You sit on the kitchen’s table, enjoying breakfast together, when you notice the full trash bin.

“The trash needs to be taken out,” you casually mention, not giving it too much thought.

But, to your surprise, Simon shoots up from his chair like a coiled spring, leaving his half-eaten food behind. “Roger that,” he responds and jogs towards the trash bin, leaving you baffled.

“Simon?”

He stops and turns to look at you.

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to do it right now.”

“When do you want it done?” he asks, waiting for your next command.

“Wh-whenever you can,” you reply, uncertain how else to phrase it.

“I can do it now,” Simon declares and proceeds to the trash bin.

“Babe, we’re eating.” You say and point at the semi-eaten food on the kitchen table.

He looks at the food, then back at you. He shrugs.

“No,” you state, “Come sit down and finish your breakfast first.”

He nods as if Price just gave him the objectives for his next mission and jogs to the table to resume his breakfast.

He’s always like this. Last week, you found a cockroach running in the bathroom, and you screamed so loud that he almost kicked the door. When he asked you what you wanted him to do, your first instinct was a very loud and clear “KILL IT!” without thinking about your statement’s repercussions. He chased it around, murmuring stuff like “Target’s on the move” and other nonsense until he trapped the cockroach in a corner. He stepped on it once and twisted his foot. The cockroach was dead. Gone. Kaput. But he wanted to do it again, to “confirm the kill.” When you told him there was no need since the cockroach was already a pulp and left you all to a better place, he refused and ordered an “evac” of the bathroom to “do it properly.” And when you asked if “properly” meant an AK-47 and camo apparel, he thought about it long and hard before agreeing that further escalation would be unnecessary.

Be it his ingrained behaviour as a soldier to execute orders, deeply rooted within his system, or his fear not to let you down, he was finding it difficult to leave his work duties at the door. He always carried them inside—in the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. He acted like Ghost, not Simon. Everything was a matter of order to him, and there was no time for relaxation.

But it doesn’t have to be like this; you want him to know that. He doesn’t have to be so rigid at home. He can relax and take a step back from his institutionalised habits.

To prove your point, you decide to give him another instruction, this time more indirectly.

You glance at the sink; some pans are picking out from making breakfast this morning.

“Oh boy,” you moan, trying to pull off an act, “we have to clean the dishes at some point.”

He raises his head to look at the kitchen sink, then sides-eyes you.

“Any particular time you want that done?” He asks, ironically.

“I said ‘at some point’, Simon,” you snap, “there’s no urgency.”

“You also said we ‘have’ to do it,” he snaps back. “‘Have to’ has some sort of urgency in it, doesn’t it?”

You chuckle, impressed by his attention to detail. “You’re right, but it’s more of a general statement,” you reply. “We can do it whenever it’s convenient.”

Simon processes your words and nods.

You stare at him while he eats, and you feel a tug at your heart, urging you to address the underlying issue on your mind. You take a deep breath, searching for the right words to express your feelings without offending him. You reach out and touch his arm to grab his attention. He turns to face you.

“You’re so dedicated to what you do; it’s one of the things I love about you,” you begin, “but our home should be a place where we can both unwind and be ourselves without feeling like we’re constantly on a mission.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” he asks.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, wanting to explain them in a way that resonates with him.

“Well, when you jump to fulfil every request or task like it’s an order, it sometimes feels like we’re always on duty,” you explain gently. “I want us to create a more relaxed atmosphere here, where we can enjoy each other’s company and take things at a slower pace.”

He thinks about it for a while.

“Am I doing that?” He asks.

You slowly nod with a gentle smile.

“Affirmative,” he replies, “I’ll try to take it down a notch.”

“No ‘roger’, no ‘affirmative’, nothing like that is needed here,” you explain.

“Is ‘alright’ alright?” He asks.

“Yes,” you smile, “alright is alright.”

He finishes his breakfast and puts his dish in the sink.

“So,” he says, pointing one hand at the dirty dishes and the other at the bin. “Is there any particular order in which you want these two to be done?”

You smile. “No, babe; you take out the trash, and I’ll do the dishes.”

“Underst-alright, alright.” He corrects himself and walks to the garbage. He ties up the bag’s strings and picks up the bin. He spots you looking at him.

“Am I doing something wrong?” He hesitates.

“Why are you taking the entire bin with you?”

He keeps looking at you and places the bin on the floor.

“Just in case the bag’s ripped,” he explains, “I don’t want to spill garbage juice on the floor.”

“Oh.”

“Should I take the bag only?” He asks and begins to remove it from the bin.

“No… that’s pretty smart, actually.”

He raises his eyebrows and points a thumb at himself.

“Yes, Simon,” you nod and smile, “you’re pretty smart and considerate. I’ll carry out the same procedure while on trash bin duty.”

He puffs up his chest and picks up the bin with the bag in it.

“I’m dedicated, smart and considerate.” You hear him boast to himself as he walks towards the exit, ready to execute his mission.

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Okay, I've got you. 🤪

What if reader (already in established relationship with the boys 141+los vaqueros) asks them "Would you love me if I was a worm"

Its gonna be so much fun!

😂😭💀Dying at this LMAO it's a legit question though, because if they wouldn't love you in ANY form do they really love you? 😂😂😂 @ghostslillady

Reader x TF141 + Los Vaqueros | Would You Still Love Me if I Was a Worm?

Captain 'John' Price

"Hey, babe," you looked over at him with a smile on your face.

"Yes, dear?"

"I have a question."

"What's that, love?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" you said it outright and confidently as you held eye contact with him.

"A worm?" he laughed. "Bloody hell kind of question is that?"

"I'm being serious!"

"I... I don't have an answer for that, darlin'," he shook his head while he chuckled, you could see his cheeks flushed red.

"So... you wouldn't?" you frowned, looking down at the ground.

He sighed. "Yes, yes, I would, y/n. I'd still love you if you were... a fuckin' worm." He peered over at you with an unamused look on his face. You smiled ear to ear, happy that he'd still love you... even in an unrealistic scenario...

John 'Soap' MacTavish

"Babyyyy..." you crawled closer to him on the couch, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

"Hey, there, pretty," he chuckled, hugging you closer.

"Can I ask you a silly question?"

"Oi, I love a silly question."

"Okay. Say I was a worm."

"A little earthworm?"

"Yes, exactly, me, a little tiny earthworm."

He shook his head, understandably.

"Would you still love me... if I was that worm?"

He busted out in laughter, his face turning red from how hard he giggled. "How exactly do you take care of a worm? The hell would I feed you?"

"I... I don't know," you thought. "Leaves? Dirt? I don't know, but you would still love me?"

"Of course, bonnie," his laughter didn't stop. "You'd love me if I was one, aye?"

"Yes! We'd be worm boyfriend and girlfriend!" you grinned, laughing with him.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

It was a bad time for this question you had... it was bugging you all day. You were in the middle of a mission, and were taking cover in an abandoned building.

You and Ghost were reloading your guns. You looked at each other and he squinted at you. "What is it?" he knew that look on your face.

"I just... wanted to ask you something," you tried to hide that smile forming on your face.

"Can it wait until we're done here, luv?" he rasped as he secured the mag into his gun, patting it with the palm of his hand. You followed suit and sat up next to him as you eliminated enemies on the opposite side.

You emptied bullets into the enemy soldiers before ducking again. Ghost took out the rest before he was sat back next to you. He took a quick look at you, and you were already staring, still with a smile on your face. "Just what is it?"

"Well..." you started before you started quietly giggling. "I was wondering if... you'd still love me if I was a worm?"

"A fuckin' worm?" He repeated before calling over the comms, waiting for pickup. "Seriously? Fuckin' bloody hell kind of question is that?"

You couldn't help but laugh, laughing even harder even though no sound came out as he grumbled on about the question. Your stomach was starting to hurt.

"... Still love you if you was a goddamn worm...", "Fuckin' dumb questions you come up with sometimes..."

"Simon!" you yelled in a whisper. "Would you? Yes or no?"

He simply rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat as he looked at you. "... Yes. I suppose I'd have to learn how take care of the damn thing, yeah?" he chuckled.

"Yay!" you shrieked as you pulled him into a hug, he hugged you back tightly before pulling away as your getaway vehicle showed up.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

A mission completed successfully, as always, results in a night of good fun and drinking.

You were sitting next to your boyfriend, Gaz, as the alcohol flooded through your veins.

You giggled behind your hand, covering up your laugh as it only became more intense with your thoughts.

"What's funny, baby?" Gaz asked.

"Oh," you paused. "Just thinkin'."

"About?"

"If you'd still love me if I was a worm?"

"Oh my god," he shook his head, his hand wiped down his face at the question. "How do you come up with this?"

You shrugged, your face beet red as you couldn't stop giggling. "Would you, though?"

"I..." he stammered. "Y/n... why? Just why?"

"Because! Just because!" you said. "Yes or no? I'm a cute little worm!"

He sighed, soon laughing as well. "Yeah, yeah, I guess, as long as you're cute."

You hummed, smiling, happy with his answer.

Alejandro Vargas

You had prepared a home-cooked meal of one of his favorites, along with some wine to wash it down with. Waiting for his arrival, you nearly jumped for joy when he entered the house, jumping into his arms as you attacked his face with kisses.

"Mi amor," he rasped, kissing you passionately. "Missed you so much. Smells so good in here."

"Hehe, thanks, baby," you ushered him into the kitchen, pulling out his chair for him to sit and eat.

You finished your lovely dinner, catching up with him after his absence.

It was now bedtime, and as you laid cuddling him, one of the most random questions popped in your mind.

"Alejandro?" you whispered.

"Yes, baby?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

He didn't answer for a moment, but you waited, twiddling your thumbs as you awaited his response.

"Is this what keeps you up at night, hermosa (beautiful)?"

You softly laughed, but you shook your head. "Yes... But what's your answer?"

He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. "I love you regardless, baby. Even if you were a tiny little... slimy worm."

Rudy

You were in the passenger seat as he was driving you back to the safe house. It was a bit of a drive and you had all the time in the world to be in your own head, pondering unanswered questions of the world until you came across one silly question...

You waited a moment, peeking over at your boyfriend while he had his eyes on the road. For a moment, he met your eyes and he smiled lovingly at you, holding his hand out for yours to take.

He rubbed the back of your hand before he pulled it to his lips, kissing it softly.

"Rudy, baby?" you cooed.

"Yes?"

"Random... stupid question..." you giggled.

"Go on..." he nodded.

"Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"A worm?" he exclaimed, laughing.

"Yeah..."

"Darling, you would never be a worm," he spoke in between his laughs. "You're silly."

"I'm curious, though," your voice pitched slightly higher.

"Well..." he thought about it. "I love you. As you are now... and I'd love you in... any way, so... yes?"

"Yes?" your smile widened, your eyes lit up at his answer.

"Is that what you wanted me to say, my love?" he smirked. You nodded in response, sitting back into your seat.

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[ghostssweetgirl]

So, here’s the request lol

Fem reader x Ghost

Reader zones out a lot, doesn’t zone back in for awhile and keeps unfocusing their eyes. Ghost sees this and takes care off them.

Would be interesting to seee how König handles this too but that can be a post for another day lol

Have fun and stay hydrated hun 🤍

i'll be damned, i'm zoned out most of the time myself 😂 and i'm sure a lot of people relate as well, it's like i'm here but i'm not here lol. here have both 🤗

Reader x Ghost + König | How They React to You Zoning Out Often

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Even before you two were together, he noticed how you'd... go somewhere else. You'd sit there and stare off into space, in deep thought? No, you wish it was just deep thoughts. You couldn't really help your dissociation.

Sometimes you could respond to a quick question, but most times, you really were in another world.

He'd gently tap you on your shoulder and bring you back with his soft voice. "Lovie. Hey, come back to me. 'S alright."

Here lately though, it's gotten worse. You catch yourself zoning out more than usual, your eyes unfocusing as well.

You'd been sitting in the living room watching one of your favorite shows. Ghost walks in from work, happily greeting his lovely wife whom he loves coming home to. He took a shower and changed into casual clothes before he joined you, but when he walked in his happy expression turned into a worried one.

"Babe?" he called out, sitting next to you. No response. "Y/N...?"

You were staring off into space, not unusual, but you weren't responding - physically or verbally. He reached out to rub your back. You didn't even flinch. Just a few moments ago, you greeted him happily, even smiled at him. He leaves the room for a few minutes and comes out to you like this. It always worries him.

He sighs before he gets up and turns the lights off, closes the blinds to a point there's not much sunlight coming in and he shuts off the TV. He kneels down in front of you and grabs your hands in his.

"Y/N, doll, hey..." he reaches up to cup your cheek. Your expression still blank, though your eyes move, he leans up and places a loving kiss on your forehead. You finally start to come back and you take in a deep breath. "There she is, my sweet girl. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," you smiled. You're not exactly sure why you do this, it slightly worries you but it's clear it worries Ghost more than it does yourself.

"I get so worried about you," he sighed. "There has to be something or somewhere we can go to see what's goin' on, is there?"

"Probably," you nervously laughed. "But there's not much they can do about it... I don't like doctors... or any of that sort."

"Regardless, I'll be here for you," he smiled. "I love you no matter what and I'll always take care of you."

König

Before you got together, he thought he had upset you the first time you zoned out. You two were having an at-home date, and you zoned out in the middle of your meal. You didn't mean to, it just happened.

Once you opened up, he made it a point to make every environment as comfortable as possible in hopes it would help lessen your moments.

He was so sweet and understanding about it, too.

He'd kiss all over your face and hold you so tight until you came back to him.

He had taken you out on an evening picnic, away from people, but close enough to take in the view of the beautiful lake as the sun was setting and you watched some ducklings and their mothers waddle into the lake.

You both finished your food and here you were laying in between his legs, back against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder while you talked about nature and how it was such a beautiful night.

"It's not as beautiful as my Maus," he complimented you while he kissed your forehead.

You giggled, humming in response before you both fell in a comfortable silence.

Moments flew by, it was getting dark, but you didn't know that at the time.

"Maus? Maus?" his voice echoed, although you couldn't make out his words.

"Oh, Meine Liebe (my love)," he cooed as he gently grabbed behind your knees, now cradling you as he placed soft kisses all over your face. "I'm right here. It's gonna be okay."

He rubbed your cheeks, rocking you back and forth in his big arms, shushing and cooing at you, trying everything to bring you back. He kept his eyes on yours, which were focusing and unfocusing, slightly darting back and forth but he knew that you were zoning out.

"Oh, my dear," he smiled, rubbing your cheek faster as he saw your eyes start to flutter, blinking rapidly to wet your eyes that hadn't blinked for a good moment. "Is she okay? Do you feel alright? Let's get you back home."

"Mhm," you lazily agreed, looking up at your boyfriend who made you feel so safe even in these vulnerable moments. There was no one else in the world you'd rather zone out around; with him, you were safe no matter the state you were in.

A/N - This was actually very comforting to me personally! I know zoning out isn't the exact same for everyone but I only hope I captured this well. Thank you for the request @almightywdm <3

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Sleepy morning sex w/ Ghost.

But make it the kinkiest shit ever 👀

Kinky, sleepy morning sex? Hehehe I'll tryyyyy😏 I'm sorry this took so long! Thank you for your patience<3

CW: Sleepy dom Ghost, name calling, spitting, choking, slapping, creampie

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You had woken up too early, even before Simon, something not normal for you. You groaned as you tossed and turned, trying to do anything you could to help yourself before you would wake him up. It was too late as you felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you close to him with your naked back flush against his chest.

"Can't go back to sleep, luv?" he asked, his deep morning voice drove you crazy.

"No..." you frowned, wiggling your butt into his hips as you got comfy in his touch. "But this is nice."

"Mm," he grunted as you rubbed against his cock, waking up the beast, causing it to get hard. "Careful now, lovie. Go on now, let's get some more rest."

You giggled as you knew what you were about to get yourself into, yet you acted like you were going back to sleep, laying comfortably in his arms. You slowly turn your head back, seeing his closed eyes. You smirk as you squirm just a tad more against his slightly hard cock.

His hand's grip on your hip tightened as he pulled you even closer into him, growling into your ear as you felt his breath fan against your ear.

"You're about to get what you want, little miss," he rasped.

You giggled at his warning, still a little too sleepy to fully react.

He chuckled lowly as he lazily got on his knees above you, leaving you on your side. He placed sloppy kisses along your cheek to your jawline under he reached your neck. Any skin that was exposed, he was putting his mouth on it. He let up for a moment to gather some spit, spreading the wetness across his length before slapping it on your ass a few times.

"This what you want, yeah?" he whispered. "My fat cock in your pussy... first thing in the morning?"

"Needy thing," he chuckled before he prodded his tip at your entrance, rubbing it back and forth gathering slick before he pushed into you, earning that delightful gasp that escapes your lips.

You opened your eyes, meeting his tired ones, though they were full of desire. He bottomed out, holding himself there for a moment while he leans down to steal a kiss from you. You moan into his mouth in between your praises. "Simon~," you sang. "So good, fuck."

He hummed in response as he steadied his pace, slow and rough. His hand traced up your curves until it held on to your neck while he rutted into you faster. You bit your lip in excitement when you felt his fingertips around your neck, he knew what you wanted.

"Slut," he grinned while his grip tightened around your neck. Just enough to bring you to that peak. "Fuck, feel you clenchin' around me."

His voice only made you clench harder, his grip around your neck tightened even more as he thrusted a little harder, his moans becoming pants as he was reaching his climax. He leaned down, looking straight into your eyes. His hand loosened his grip on your neck as he then cupped your cheek, kissing you passionately while you swallowed each other's moans and whimpers. His thumb worked its way into your mouth which you greedily sucked. Holding your mouth open with his thumb, he halted for a moment as he spat in it, letting the drool slowly drip down out of his mouth before it landed in yours. He spread it around your tongue with his thumb before swiping it across your lips as well. You closed your mouth around his thumb, swallowing his spit like the good girl you are.

"Good girl," he praised with a grin on his face before he rewarded you with a few slaps to the face. Hard enough to sting, but soft enough to get you riled up even more. He picked up his pace once more, your cunt was clenched around his cock for dear life as he took long, slow strokes that ended in a rough punch to your cervix.

He smacked your ass roughly, watching the skin ripple before he soothed it, rubbing the skin softly where it was reddened. It was just then that he hit that one spot, and you were crying out, grasping the bedsheets like a vice, moaning out his name.

"Simon, please. Right there!" you wailed.

"Right... here?" he teased, unrelenting in his pace. He grabbed the fat of your ass for leverage, hitting deeper until he felt your cunt pulse around his cock, gushing out your arousal. "Mm, 'm gonna fill this cunt up, lovie. Such a good slut for me."

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Feels so good, doesn't it? Yeah?

Such a good girl. My good girl.

My fuckin' cumslut.

He chuckled darkly before he stopped his movements. You felt his cock bulging inside of you, pumping you full of his spend. He groaned out as he pulled out, whining at the sensation of his sensitive cock still inside of you. "Oh, shit," he panted. "Look at that." He was always amazed as he watched his cum seep out of you, he toyed with it with his fingers, spreading it along your folds before fingering it back inside of you.

"I love you," you smiled warmly up at him, your face flush red still.

"I love you, too, doll," he sighed, laying on his back while he caught his breathe.

You cleaned up quickly before getting back in bed. Falling asleep was much easier now that he tired you out... even more.

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Thanks for answering so quickly!

I've been thinking about a fic.

How about the reader being afraid of getting attached because of the trauma they went through in their childhood (absent parents or emotionally abusive father/mother) and the 141 boys & los vaqueros boys slowly figured out why the reader is always skittish when it comes to emotions.

And they finally get the reader to open up and realize that she/he loves the boys more than herself/himself.

P. S. I'm new to this! If you've already written something like this then please don't kill me. 🙈 🙈

no worries, i don't think i've written anything like this and if i have I'LL WRITE IT AGAIN FOR UUUU <3 but yeah i got you :) thank you for your patience! i know it took me a while to get to this. and i also hope it's okay? if not please forgive me 🥺🙏🏼thank you for this request @ghostslillady (btw i love ur username so much i almost wish i thought of it too lmao)

GN Reader x 141 + Los Vaqueros and How They React to an Emotionally Skittish Person

It was another successful mission the 141 teamed up with Los Vaqueros for. Everyone was sitting in the breakroom for a meeting while eating some much needed food together.

You sat by yourself, but close enough to your team to make conversation. Like the father figure he is, Price was going around the room, handing out compliments to everyone's efforts as a team. He finally made it to you and as he stood proudly, with his hands on his hip, smiling widely, you froze in place, hesitating to make eye contact.

"Y/N, I'd like to personally thank you for always looking out for your team, having their back 100%. If it wasn't for you, these muppets wouldn't be here right now. You exceed my expectations every time, and I'm proud of you, and we're happy to have you, kid," he complimented as he held out his hand for you to shake.

Still froze in place, your hand shook as it grabbed his, his grip tightened, feeling your sweaty palm against his as you had trouble making eye contact. The combination of the bright overhead lights, everyone's eyes on you, smiling and clapping for you overwhelmed you instantly.

You gulp as you take deep breaths, forcing yourself to remain as professional as possible. "T-thank you, Captain," you managed to mutter out, smiling at him with wide eyes as you forced a smile.

He dismissed everyone shortly after a few more words he had to share, you sigh out a breath of relief as you throw your box of food away and go to your quarters, not minding that the rest of the people stayed put. Whatever floats their boat, you thought. I'm out of here.

You sank into bed, instantly falling asleep given how exhausted you were.

--

The team definitely took note of how you reacted to the praise, and were concerned for you. They would respect you if you didn't want to talk about it, but it was now their mission to figure out if you were okay, if there was a reason why that happened and if there was anything they could do to help you. They cared for you like they would a close loved one, and it was no doubt that there's no length they wouldn't go to protect you, or help you.

Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost got together in a private meeting to talk about what they should do. It was decided to do a nice dinner, with everyone along with a comfortable environment, comfortable enough where they can try to ask them to open up. They even invited the Los Vaqueros, since they worked with you sometimes and you've worked together well as teammates.

--

As you woke up the next morning, you were given dozens of small tasks, go here, do this, go do that, etc. A little odd and out of routine, but whatever. They were really doing anything to keep you out of the dining and open areas.

Your work day finally came to a halt, and as you walked back up to the safe house and walked in the door, everyone was gathered around and they were talking. You spotted Alejandro and Rudy and waved hello as you smiled at them, happy they were here but what the hell is going on?

"What's this?" you asked, not specifically to anyone, but you made eye contact with Soap first.

"It's a... family dinner! Join us?" he smiled warmly.

You look around the room, noticing the effort put into this surprise and oblige. "Sure," you laughed, a hint of nervousness in it. For a moment, you thought back to your past and how family dinners never ended up well, but you push it to the back of your mind, reminding yourself this is different.

Price entered the room, gesturing for everyone to start making their plates. You got in line and got your food, sitting down at a corner seat of the table. Usually you'd choose to sit away from people, but in this moment you had no choice. You sat down and stared at your food for a moment, before checking your surroundings.

Everyone made small talk, and you'd admit that the atmosphere soon felt more calm to be in after adjusting a little bit.

"Y/n," Price started as he was finishing a bite of food. "Is the food okay? You feel okay?"

You look up at him and nervously smile. "Y-yeah, it's great! Thanks."

"Good, I'm glad," he smiled, looking around the table proudly.

It wasn't long before that knot of anxiety in your stomach disappeared, and you don't know what hit you, but your mouth moved before your brain could stop it from speaking. "Um... thank you guys for being patient with me..."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, giving you their full attention, all smiles and genuine intentions. They all nodded before Ghost spoke up.

"Of course, kid," he spoke softly.

"I... don't really have the easiest time opening up, and definitely have a hard time with emotional... things, thanks to my childhood," you laughed it off. "But you guys make me comfortable, and make me feel like I'm actually a part of something. A family. So thank you."

"Aye, we understand… If you ever need to talk, we're all here for ya," he smiled.

"D'ya mind me asking what about your childhood..." Price lowered his voice to a calmer level. "Makes it hard for you to open up? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

You thought for a moment before saying it out loud. While you spoke about your childhood, your abusive household and how you couldn't open up and if you did there was always a consequence, bad things just always happened as soon as you did open up... A weight finally lifted off your shoulders.

They all comforted you, and a lot of them related, so it only helped. The night ended in laughter, smiles, and lots of jokes. You found a place you felt true comfort at and it was safe to say you loved these boys more than you loved yourself.

A/N - I hope this is decent! Sorry again for taking a while!

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