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Love sick pt 2

(Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader)

Fluff, flirting

Summary - your sleep is interrupted when the boys return from a mission and someone wants your attention

Hhh God it's been a while but here ya go! I hope ya'll enjoy this fluffy little moment. Lil warning, Ghost is a lil possessive? @cupid-eclipse I am so sorry this took so long please forgive me 🙏

Word count - 660

It had been a few weeks since Simon had kissed your temple and promised you one day he'd make you his. He'd been away on a mission with the rest of the team for a few days and you'd stayed behind due to a field injury.

It was the middle of the night when you heard it. You were tucked up in bed, half asleep with your head pressed against the pillows and Clive, your teddy bear, in your arms.

A soft chuckle drew your attention. Someone stood outside your room, chuckling and trying to stay quiet. The door clicked open, and Soap entered with a grin.

The scot watched as you sat up and ran a hand through your hair, squinting at him in the darkness. He flopped himself down on your bed and cuddled up to you.

"Not who you were expecting, eh bonnie?" He chuckled softly.

"How was the mission, Johnny?" You asked, rolling your eyes as you clicked the lamp on and hugged him.

"Can't get mad at us, bonnie," he mumbled, staring up at you.

"What happened?"

"Your boy Ghost took some hits," he closed his eyes, as if not wanting to see your reaction.

You had been filled with the warm fuzzy feeling of excitement, eager to see him again and hold onto your closest friend however, that was swiftly crushed.

The fear that he was hurt badly overwhelmed you, and panic rushed through your mind. What if he died? What if he had to retire?

"He's - he isn't my boy," you mumbled, staring down at Johnny with worry written across your face.

"Sure," Johnny chuckled softly, shaking his head for a moment as he yawned and started falling asleep in your bed. "Would be if you asked him,"

You glared down at Johnny for a moment before the light tapping of knuckles on your door pulled your attention away, and you climbed out of bed.

You opened the door quietly and were met with Ghost's mask, his eyes glancing around your room before staring down at you.

"See you've already got another man in your bed," he smirked, teasing you.

"Oh shut up, it's just Johnny," you chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Heard you were hurt,"

"Nothing serious, love, no need to worry," he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you and putting his hand on the small of your back. He gently pulled you closer as he leant against the doorframe.

"Serious enough for Johnny to warn me," you pouted softly.

"Just a few bullet holes, nothing new, maybe you should kiss em better for me," he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You don't mean that," you mumbled, trying more to convince yourself he couldn't mean those things when it came to you rather than him.

"I always mean it with you," he chuckled softly. "He seems to take up a lot of your bed," Ghost muttered softly, staring over at Johnny, who was now fast asleep and sprawled out on your bed.

"Yeah, he normally comes and shares mine, says it's comfier," you shrugged, not minding it. Johnny appearing in your room after a mission was a common occurrence at this point.

"Won't be allowed to do that when I'm your boyfriend," he spoke softly, almost as if thinking out loud.

"W-what?" You squeaked, staring up at him with wide eyes and a blush spreading across your face.

"You heard me," he grinned down at you. "Why don't you share my bed tonight?"

You blinked up at him for a moment, almost not believing what you'd heard as you stared at him. He rolled his eyes and chuckled, lifting you up over his shoulder and carrying you away.

"You're mine, luvvie, don't want you sharing beds with anyone but me," he spoke softly, carrying you off towards his room.

"Stop with the teasing, asshole," you muttered, shaking your head.

"I mean it, I want to be your boyfriend,"

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If anyone has the answer please send it my way

how do yall get out of writing slumps :p i’m going insane

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This 😫

Keegan x You

Keegan likes what you like 🍩

A hint of morning after anxiety, fluffy in my humble opinion, smidge of smut at the end, Keegan is 1000% gonna bring you breakfast in bed everyday for the rest of your life

NB: I will stop teasing eventually and write some fully fledged, down and dirty Keegan smut. It’s in the works!

You wake up abruptly to a very empty bed.

Keegan isn’t in it.

You fell asleep on his chest, after he sent you to heaven and back on his tongue, and now he’s not here.

Already you’re starting to imagine that he regrets it. Regrets taking a step beyond friendship with you. How are your going to look him in the eye again?!

When he’s seen you naked. Tasted you. Now you know how hard he can make you orgasm.

You pull your legs up into your chest, thoughts beginning to spiral. His friendship means everything to you. But there’s something much deeper there too.

Maybe he just felt sorry for you? Getting dumped by text. The thought that you might be a pity fuck to him makes anxiety claw at your insides.

Then you hear your front door open and close softly.

“Hey baby.” Keegan sidles into your room carrying two take out cups, one little, the other larger.

His voice is slightly muffled, because he has a small paper bag clenched between his white teeth.

“Hey.” You say weakly, relieved that he doesn’t seem to have made a break for it, after your night of oral.

He seems to sense your attitude immediately. Placing the cup into your hand and dropping the bag onto the bed.

“What’s up kid?” Keegan asks, taking a sip of his drink, steely eyes skimming over your face. He still looks casual, but there’s a definite glint of wariness in his gaze.

You shrug.

“Nothing. What’s in the bag?”

“Breakfast donuts.” He replies, still looking at you suspiciously.

You peel open the bag, two pretty, pink, glazed donuts sit inside.

“You don’t like glazed, do you?” Your eyebrows furrow slightly. You know Keegan doesn’t get the glazed hype, he’s a sprinkle donut guy.

Keegan sits down on the end of the bed, taking a donut and shoving half of it into his mouth. He chews, clearly thinking about his answer.

“I like what you like.”

He speaks quietly, with his usual gravel minimal. There’s a certain vulnerability in the way he’s licking the glaze off his fingers, blue grey orbs carefully observing your reaction.

Keegan watched you sleep all night, rolling his tongue over your taste in his mouth, until it disappeared. You made the cutest damn snores, blissfully exhausted after your orgasm. The way you cuddled up to him, felt like a fucking dream.

You take the left over donut and bite into it, feeling the sweetness roll over your tongue.

Keegan feels like he’s standing on a knife edge, balanced precariously between friendship and something much bigger. One wrong move and you could decide that last night was a mistake.

He absolutely cannot stand the thought of that.

“Listen.” You start to say. “I really appreciate you cheering me up, but I get it. If you want this to be a one time thing that’s fine - ”

Keegan cuts you off quickly.

“I don’t want it to be a one time thing baby.”

Then he smiles at you, softness spreading over the chiselled contours of his face.

“I like you.” He says quietly. “Liked you for a long time now.”

Keegan is scared you might freak out, if he confesses that he’s actually head over heels in love. You look like you’re about to jump out of the window with awkwardness as it is.

You’re staring at him, pretty lips slightly parted, eyes wide.

“Oh. I thought maybe you’d have cold feet this morning.”

Keegan snorts. Just the idea of that is so fucking funny to him. But then you don’t know how long he’s wanted to bring you donuts in bed, after spending the night at your place.

“No cold feet here.” His toes wriggle in his socks and that makes you grin.

He sets down the takeout mug and shifts up the bed to sit next to you. Taking your chin in one rough hand, he pulls your face to his so you can feel his breath fan across your lips.

“Anyway, I promised I would show you how a real man fucks, treat you good. I don’t go back on my word doll.”

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With all the nonsense happening because people are selling fanfics on Etsy, I’m gonna lay down some rules real quick for myself.

My work is not allowed to be reposted anywhere. I don’t care if it’s translated or what. It’s my work and I decide what happens to it.

If I see my work reposted, stolen, or being sold, I will remove it instantly from everywhere. Gone forever. No one gets to see it anymore.

I’ve had my work stolen, it’s not fun. It’s not a compliment to how good it is. It’s awful and I’m still not over it.

If you want to print out my stories and bind them for your own personal use, then please show me your hard work, and enjoy your own personal copy. Do not sell it.

These stories are hard work, if they weren’t then why are people stealing fanfics and selling them? Write your own shit or get off the planet with that nonsense.

Fanfics are not meant to be sold. My works are original, yes, but fanfic is the backbone and catalyst of mine and many other’s writing career. Fanfics are not meant to be sold because they are fab works and the original creators can, have, and will use the law to their fullest. Then no one gets anything. Fandom as you know it will crash and burn. Fanfic and fanart are free for this very reason.

This isn’t funny of cute. There are serious and dubious repercussions. You’re hurting everyone.

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Giggling and kicking my feet

There comes a point where Simon finally admits that he hates your new boyfriend—not that he’s liked any of your past relationships over the years, but this one he’s more vocal about—with a name not worth remembering. Matt? Martin?

He’d stopped trying after his first week back from work.

“I don’t fucking trust him,” he says one night while at the pub right under your apartment; it’s become a weekly ritual of sorts when he’s on leave ever since meeting you there on Soap’s birthday several years back. 

“You say that about every guy I have you meet,” you tell him in that know-it-all voice that you always use with him. “You hardly even know him, and his name’s Marcus, by the way. It wouldn’t kill you to use it.”

He snorts. “Love, the bloke would put his cock in anyone with tits and a warm cunt.”

“He wouldn’t,” your voice is soft because maybe you already know.

He would.

You’re so fucking oblivious that you don’t even realize this, but there’s nothing except stars in your eyes whenever you look at (or even talk about) the Naval officer who thinks he’s some bigshot because he can fly a plane. 

Even now, at your boyfriend’s promotion after-party in some back alley nightclub, he’s hardly talked to you or offered to get you a drink. You’re always too nervous to order one by yourself, and only Simon—tall and imposing standing beside you—could have the grumpiest bartender reach for the blender to make a blended cocktail. 

When he comes back with your drink—too big fingers unfolding the tiny umbrella for you—he watches your boyfriend (Marcus) flirt with a girl in a tight leather dress on the other side of the room. It’s that moment that he decides he’s tired of you giving your attention to someone who doesn’t deserve it, tired of you lying belly up for men who only want to sink their teeth into you and leave once they’ve had their fill. 

He likes to think he’s a pretty good friend—opening your eyes to something better is a job he takes rather seriously.

“It’s just a bit of fun,” he says after coming back with your third margarita, a small amount of frothy liquid sloshing over the side when he sets it down in front of you. “It’s okay to want it.”

You bite your lip, eyes dropping down to where he’s patting his thigh. “Just fun?”

“Yes, love.” He smiles. “Just fun.”

Let me.

Whether you’re tipsier than he thought or he’s just really persuasive, it’s easy to get you crawling into his lap in the corner of the cracked leather booth. His hands wander the span of your smooth thighs where your short skirt doesn’t reach, and he muffles a groan in your shoulder when you start squirming against the tent in his jeans.

You say his name like a warning when his hands find their way under your skirt, yet you’re biting back a moan and don’t tell him to stop.

Simon undoes his jeans and shifts them down before pushing up the back of your skirt and adjusting your hips to watch the tip of his dick slide between the covered cleft of your ass. Nobody in the room can see what the both of you are doing with your skirt fanning around his lap, but someone could if they were truly looking, and that has him tugging your panties to the side so he can feel you.

"Your boyfriend is too stupid to realize you're sitting here riding my lap. What do you think he'd say if he saw you like this?"

 “W-wait, Simon!” you squeak. “What if he sees—”

He’s almost tempted to roll his eyes at your blind devotion—I’ll deal with it—dealing with it would be him making sure the prick never tries talking to you again.

Then, his fingers, like iron at your hips, jerk you back to impale you on his cock. "Fuck," he says, voice trembling around the edges.

“O-oh! It’s too—ah—too big!”

He wraps a hand around the slender slope of your throat, fingers digging into vulnerable flesh as he pulls you back until his lips are at your ear, nose pressing into the soft skin of your cheek. “Come on, love. I know you can take the whole thing. Right inside this tight cunt.”

Simon thrusts into you shallowly, just the tip going in and out, and you whine, little fingers scrabbling at his wrist—gasping and shivering and bucking in the trap of his arms.

A smirk curls at the edges of his mouth when he finally bottoms out in your hot-wet cunt for your boyfriend to see from the other side of the room. He'd laugh at how his jaw drops, but he can only manage little choked intakes of air at the feel of you wrapped so tightly around him.

“Squeeze my cock for me—fuck, there you go.” He presses a kiss below your ear and reaches down to pet your soaked clit with his thumb. Feels the moment you realize that your boyfriend is watching when you tense up.

“I’ll deal with it,” he says again and again until you’re melting into him, thighs trembling around his. “Promise. I promise…”

I apologize if you see this again! I was trying to edit it, and it wouldn't format right with the gif.

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Simon Riley was a man who hardly praised anyone. As a man of few words, a simple nod was all he’d give to anyone who managed to impress him.

At first, you were no different. Even when it came to sex, the most you’d ever get from Simon was a soft smile, or the occasional grunt and groan that he let fall from his lips.

That was, until one night, when Simon was balls deep inside of you, a simple “good girl” escaped from his lips. He didn’t miss the way your pussy tightened around him, the soft mewl that fell from your pretty little lips at his words.

“You like that, huh? You like being called a good girl?” Simon teased, stilling his cock inside of you. He watched with a grin as your eyes fluttered open, your bottom lip pouting out slightly.

“Simon.” You begged, tightening your hold on his shoulders. “Please.”

“You do, don’t you?” Simon cooed, sliding his cock out of you painstakingly slow. “Are you my good girl?”

You gave a lazy nod, causing your lover to chuckle softly. You felt a kiss pressed to your temple, as Simon’s cock rammed back into your tight hole once more.

“My good fucking girl, always taking me so well.” Simon chanted, relishing in the way your walls squeezed around him yet again. “This pretty little cunt was made just for me.”

It was as if that night had awoken something within him, and the soft praises continued to fall from his lips from then on. Simon found that he fucking loved to praise you, his pretty girl.

After all, you were his good girl, and you deserved to be treated as such.

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Loser! Simon who's unaware of just how big his cock is. It's so stupidly fat, and he doesn't even know. Clueless why you're pushing your face deeper and deeper into the sheets, saying shit like "s' just the base, love". There's plenty more to go.

He's always so horny too, a monster tenting through his slacks at just the sight of you. Immediately honking your ass, whining in your ear about how much he misses your hole around him. Moments later he'll be begging to put it in, "jus' the tip" he says. But no, poor guy can't help it :( bullying his weeping cockhead against your hole, he's so clumsy that it even slips out a few times :(

He's already too far gone though, thinking with the wrong head. Panting like a dumb mutt while his hips move mindlessly. Ends up just fucking your cheeks. Shoots his load everywhere on your back n apologizes about ruining your shirt. He'll do the laundry, if you let him clean you up with his tongue, promise :(

a/n: uhhhh m'back...? Kinda?? M' still pretty busy, darlings 😭 but have this as a consultation for being dead 😢 ehehe here you go @chnets . Remember to always drink water, and eat!!

Yours, truly,

–Dolly

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Spin the bottle with Ghost or

They left their ID at their (secret) lover’s house and doesn’t realize until they get to work and can’t get in. Their lover has to bring their ID to them and now everyone knows they’re together. + Ghost

Notes: ngl I completely forgot I even put "Spin the bottle" on the prompt list cause no one requested it the first time LOL so let's go with that one (plus I've got another request featuring the ID prompt) 3K Follower Prompt List

Simon should have known better than to let Johnny drag him to this.

He should have backed out as soon as his stomach fluttered when Johnny told him with a sly grin that you’d be here. 

But he hadn’t. Instead, he’d agreed to show up at Johnny’s house party, and somehow he’d wound up… here.

A group of fully grown adults, including Gaz plus however many other of Johnny’s friends that he’d invited, sitting in a circle in the living room with an empty beer bottle on its side in the center. Simon Riley, deep into his 30s, had managed to find himself playing spin the bottle for the first time in his life, under orders from his goddamned captain.

“Go on, have some fun,” Price had told him as he conveniently stepped outside for a cigar as soon as Johnny had started herding everyone into a circle. “Might even get lucky and have that bottle land on Soap’s friend that you’ve had your eye on all night.”

“Haven’t had my eye on anyone.”

“Uh huh,” Price had said with a knowing glance. “Sure. Either way, get back inside. Captain’s orders.”

So, here he sits. Watching as person after person takes their turn, each one eliciting various reactions from the rest of the crowd. Some jeer and tease as the two participants give each other a quick peck, others earn a little more… rowdiness.

Like when Gaz’s spin lands on Johnny and the resulting kiss has Simon beginning to wonder if he’s going to have to walk over and pry his two sergeants off of each other. He’s sure they’ll both blame it on the alcohol later if he asks, but he knows better.

Then, against his wishes, it’s your turn.

He watches you reach forward and give the bottle a good twist before letting it spin against the hardwood floor. He’s unsure if he’d rather it land on someone else so he doesn’t have to deal with you potentially clocking how badly he wants to kiss you, or if he’d rather it land on him so he doesn’t have to deal with the jealousy. 

For once, fate seems to smile on him as the bottle stops directly in front of him.

Simon tracks your body language carefully, looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, you raise your brows, a smile forming on your face as your eyes tick back and forth between him and the bottle. So he stands, walks over to you, and offers a hand to help you up. He ignores the playful teasing coming from Johnny as he places one hand on your cheek, removes his mask with the other, and presses his lips to yours.

It’s gentle, the way you reciprocate and lean into his space. Simon barely registers the distinctly Scottish cheer coming from his left until he pulls away and watches as you chase his lips.

He decides right then that this won’t be a one-time thing. Not if he can help it.

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Boyfriend!Simon coming home to reader cooking dinner, and he doesn't read the room good enough to notice that you are stressed and pissed about your day.

He hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your head, and you are expecting him to say something nice or sweet; and instead he grabs your boob and grind your ass while he says something like: "My good, wifey, only good for making me dinner and taking my good big fat cock."

You turn around slowly, not believing that he said such a fucking stupid thing. You grab his shirt collar pulling him close to your face and say through gritted teeth: "I swear to fucking god, Simon Riley. If you ever say anything so fucking stupid to me again, I'll cut your dick off and feed it to the dogs, am I clear?"

And Simon simply goes:

He was just manifesting the degradation kink

Also, happy valentines ♥️

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He so :((

Lmao keep it together, Gale

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Simon Riley versus the teddy you sleep with

It's an old, ratty thing, something you've had for years and has always found its way into the crook of your elbow as you slept

when you first started dating Simon, you hid it away from him on the nights he stayed at yours until one day he walked into your room and saw it on the pillows

"what the fuck is that?"

"not what, who" you glared at him and he raised an eyebrow back

after then, this teddy became his enemy. sometimes he places it high up on your wardrobe when he made the bed, other times he flung it from the bed while you slept only for you to wake up like the soft thud was a blaring alarm as you half crawled from bed to find it

and when he wakes up and finds you not curled against him, his eyes opening and he turns in search of you only to find you on the other side of the bed and holding your teddy against your chest... he glares at the teddy like it's smiling back at him

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oh to be Price’s princess, Ghost’s missus, Gaz’s girl, Soap’s bonnie…

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si has a breeding kink and he always gets really sexually frustrated whenever hes got a new partner bc he always uses protection to stay safe!! but the first time be actually gets to pump a pretty lil thing full of his seed? WHEW he’s in heaven, heaving as he overstimulates himself fucking each and every last drop of his potent cum inside them :( and the sight of it all slowly dripping out of such a pretty little spent hole makes his teeth grit together, his balls already churning to pump another load out.

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— ∘☽༓☾∘ ♱ overprotective!simonriley drabble

warnings|| MDNI; 18+ unhealthy behavior, k!dnapping, implied attempted sa, overprotective!simonriley, p!v

not only does he not like you leaving the house by yourself, but he borderline wants you chained to the bed.

you plan a grocery trip? just give him a few hours to finish his work and he’ll go with you.

you text him that you have to run to the store? no bother he’ll get whatever you need on his way home.

you want a late night snack? no way darling just climb back in here, under the covers, with me…

to tell the truth he’s just so protective of you. he just doesn’t want his pretty little girl to be in any unnecessary danger.

but he dreams of the day someone try’s to take you from him. he’d know exactly what to do. he did it for a living. shit, he got payed to do it.

he’d find you, probably gaged and bound, in the back of some dead guy’s van. his precious baby all teary-eyed and red faced.

god, and when he gets his hands on you. he’ll teach you exactly why you should never leave his sights…

“…isn’t that right, baby?” he slurred into your ear from behind.

he had your lower half pulled out of the van’s back door. bent over, hands still bound, spit soaked gag dragging against your hardened nipples with every one of his painful thrusts.

“come on use ya’ words…” but you can’t. the only thing escaping your parted lips is a breathless moan of his name.

“simon…”

“at’s right… fuck… say it again.”

“i’ll neve- ah… i’ll- oh fuck… simon…”

he pull you up by your hair, pressing you against his hot chest. slipping his hand around your hip to play casually with your clit.

“don’t you want to cum, princess? or ‘ave ya’ not learned ya’ lesson yet?”

“i have! i have!” you’d cry, fresh tear cascading down your previously damp cheeks.

“please…please simon… i-i wanna cum…”

“you know what to say darlin’” his trusts were relentless. dragging against your cervix with each snap of his hips.

a sob was drawn from your throat before your lips babbled out the words…

“i’ll never leave you again!”

“good job, baby… good girl.” he slurs before dropping his head into your shoulder, as his mouth taking hold of your neck as his thrust became even rougher…

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simon being a toxic asshole with his captain’s daughter <33

price doesn’t even know that his lieutenant visits his home on his leave. Isn’t even aware that when he’s on the phone to you, simon riley is showering in the next room after splitting you open on his fat cock

simon riley is a bad man. horrible, even. respects his captain more than anything. would lay down his life for the old man. they’ve fought together, laughed together, cried and mourned together…

but you? you’re nothing to him. yeah, you’re price’s kid but that’s it. he’d never hurt you, sure. would protect you if your life was in danger. but only because his captain loves you and cares for you

uses you and throws you away everytime. leaves you sniffling and feeling sorry for yourself each time he harshly rejects your advances for any affection. gripping your wrist tightly when you try to touch him or squeezing your jaw to prevent your lips meeting his

“don’t do tha’, don’t want any of tha’ romance bullshit from you.”

when the lads come to visit the house and johnny lets slip about the recruit simon has been bedding in the barracks on deployment, everyone misses the look of absolute devastation that makes its way onto your face

except simon. he notices it but he just quite simply doesn’t care

when he leaves the guest room that price set up for him to use the toilet, he walks past your cracked open door and peeks in to see you curled up against your father’s chest, sobbing into his pajama shirt

“sshhh, love… don’t cry over some stupid lad. not worth the fuss, darlin’…” he coos in your ear, making simon roll his eyes and continue on in his side quest. clearly, you went crying to your dad after finding out that simon was shagging other women

and judging from the fact that price hadn’t laid him out yet, you didn’t mention the ‘lad’ was his best soldier

pulls his phone from his tracksuit bottoms and scrolls down to your unsaved number in his phone, tapping out a message

‘telling on me to your dad? crybaby’

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people will be like "im going on haitus :( idk when ill be back" and then will be reblogging porn by supper