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rowarn · 6 months

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afab!reader, gn!reader, simons a fighter, protective!simon, blood mention, fingering, lil bit of mean!simon for flavor <3 MDNI

simon riley is by all means a "do what you want, i can fight" kind of man. and fight he will. simon will go to the ends of the earth to protect you. and that's always been incredibly hot to you. you'd never had a man so eager to defend you.

especially to the point that simon was. more than once he'd come away from a fight with bloody knuckles and a split lip.

that's exactly how he looked now, but he also sported a cut across his eyebrow as well. the guy he'd beaten in the alleyway looked much worse, but he got a few good hits in.

all you knew was that he said some revolting things about you that simon happened to overhear. simon refused to tell you specifics, citing that you didn't need to hear something like that.

you both had gone home quickly after that. but the sight of simon all beat up, knuckles split and bruised from the force he'd used to beat the man had something stirring in your stomach. butterflies.

as you cleaned his cuts and wiped away any blood that stained his skin, you could feel the wetness growing in your panties. you clenched your thighs and shifted as that began to uncomfortably stick to your pussy.

simon, always attentive, noticed right away. his pretty, brown eyes lit up in interest, a brow raised as he watched you shift on your feet.

"something wrong?" he asked, as if he couldn't tell what was going on.

"n-nothing, si," you responded sheepishly, tossing the bloody gauze into the garbage can before stepping away.

simon doesn't let you get very far before his arms are wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. you can feel the heat radiating off of him and feel how his heart pounds on his chest against your back. craning your neck, you look up at him.

"ain't nothin'," he says, voice low and quiet, "and i'm not lettin' you walk out of here with that pretty pussy drippin'.''

you swallow around the lump in your throat as he says it. he wraps his big hands around your waist and moves them downwards, slipping under your shirt and pawing at the hem of your sweatpants. he dips his head down so he can kiss along your neck, practically purring when you sink into him.

he takes the opportunity to slip his fingers under your panties, thick fingers prying your pillowy lips apart. you adjust your stance, leaning back against him for support as you spread your legs a little more so he can slip his fingers further down.

first he glides over your clit, pausing to stroke and roll the tender little bud under his fingers. your whole body twitched at that, trembling hands reaching to grip onto the fabric of his hoodie. your head fell back against his chest, giving him more access to your neck.

his fingers dip lower, finding your entrance, slick and drooling all over the digits as he strokes back and forth, teasing you with their presence.

"tell me," his voice vibrates in his chest, deep and low, "what's got you this wet?"

"mmm, d-dunno, si," you lie right through your teeth at him.

he hums, pulling his fingers away from your sweet little hole to go back to your clit, pinching the bud. you whimper at the feeling, hips rabbing back to get away from the little pain, "you're lyin'. i want you to tell me the truth. what has this pretty little cunt all wet?"

"simon..." you whine. he knows you don't want the embarrassment that comes from the confession but he teases it out of you anyway, "y-you got me wet, si!"

"me?" he grins, wolfish and predatory, "i didn't do anything, love,"

you whine, rocking your hips forward. he took some mercy on you and slowly sunk one, long, finger into the tight clutch of your cunt. the stretch wasn't enough, he knew that, you'd become so accustomed to the fat girth of his cock that one single finger would never be enough to satisfy you now. he'd ruined you.

"y-you beat that-that guy up for me..." you finally manage to squeeze out of your dry throat, "'s hot..."

he scoffs as if he didn't already know that that was the reason, "you like me beatin' some bastards head in for you?" you nod, sighing in pleasure when he rewards your with a second finger, "you're fuckin' filthy. you think he'd be happy to hear that it turns you on?"

"don't care about him," you quickly answer.

his grin broadens, "that's the right fuckin' answer, love."

he finally gives you the third and final finger. you keen when he stretches you open on those digits, curling them just right to hit that gooey, spongey little spot inside you. his palm curls around your pelvic bone so the heel of his hand grinds against your clit just how you need to cum nice and hard for him.

he works his fingers slow and deep, making sure to hit that spot every time he stuffs his fingers back inside you. his other hand comes up, wrapping around your throat to pin your against his chest. you moan freely, clawing at his tattooed arm desperately as you rock your hips against his hand.

he can hear the wet, slick sounds of him fucking your precious little cunt open. you work your clit feverishly against his hand, helping yourself along to the high you so deserve. you're dripping down his fingers, making a mess of him and yourself but you don't care.

"'m gonna cum!" you needlessly warn him.

"i know," he grumbles, tilting your head up so he can press his lips against yours, hand still firmly wrapped around your throat.

he sees your eyes roll back before you melt into the kiss, your orgasm washing over you. he groans when he feels you squeezing and clenching around his fingers, pathetically humping against his hand to work your clit even harder. he slowly strokes that spongey little spot to help ease you through your high. you tremble and clutching desperately at his arm as you start to come down, whimper and panting into his mouth before he lets you pull away. a string of spit connects your lips and you look completely dazed as you gaze up at him.

he always did enjoy the way a good orgasm had you looking all dumb and pliant for him.

he pulls his fingers out of your panties and you whine at the loss, watching him bring those cum-covered fingers up to your face. you could see the way the bruises and splits in his knuckles were covered in your cum and had to hold back to keep from moaning at the sight.

he popped them into his mouth, sighing at the taste of your sweet cum on his tongue.

before you knew it, he was breezing past you out of the bathroom and down to the living room, no doubt on the hunt for something to eat.

"simon!" you called petulantly.

you heard him laugh from the living room, "what?"

"you aren't gonna fuck me?" you complain, feeling heat flood your cheeks when he laughs again.

"dunno, love," his tone is teasing, "we'll see."

ugh. he could be so generous one second and mean the next </3

mwah here is some food my beloveds

#simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #cod x reader #cod smut

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peachesofteal · 28 days

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Simon Riley / female reader Secret baby trope / 18+ Inspo musing

It’s your eyes.

He notices them first.

They glance over from across the room, incredibly brief. You touch on everyone seated along the worn wood, cataloguing, categorizing, before turning your attention back to your friend, who seems to be in the middle of a story.

Like Johnny is.

“LT, ye even listenin’ to me?” Simon nods, but he’s still watching you. Tracing your spine, staring at the exposed skin on your neck. He imagines you smell like lavender, or citrus. Something spritely and soft. He conjures up the image of his thumb pressing into your bottom lip, and he wonders how plush it is.

You look like a perfect little treat.

And he’s in need of one.

“She’s bonnie.” Johnny sips his beer, eyebrow raised. “Like what ye see?” He shrugs. He hasn’t taken a woman to bed in years. It always ends up feeling wrong somehow, stale. Unease twists in his gut when clothes start to come off, anxiety trembles in the swell of his blood, and his scars begin to feel fresh. Torn open.

Sex makes him feel torn apart. Ripped to shreds.

But he’s not opposed to having another go at it. Not if you're the one taking his cock like a good girl.

There's something about you. You’re bright, like a little jewel, sparkling in the sun. A piece of something precious. Too golden to be tarnished, too sunny to be sullied by darkness.

He nearly swallows his tongue when you appear at the end of the bar, opposite of Johnny. You’re waiting to order another beer, he assumes, but you look over at him for too long, a second or two, and it tells him all he needs to know.

It’s in your eyes.

“Hi.” Your lips curve upwards at each side, a secretive smile, imparted only on him. His heart flutters like a school boy, young and naive all over again. His skin is hot, prickled under his clothes, hair on the back of his neck standing straight up.

Fuck, you're so pretty. You're perfect.

He's staring at your lips, memorizing the pert Cupid's bow, the soft color that shines when your tongue darts out to lick them.

Johnny clears his throat. Simon's brain catches up to his body. "Hey-"

An oversized brute jostles you, his shoulder nearly pushing you into Johnny. You blink, doe eyed, and then step back from the bar, allowing him to take up the space where you just occupied.

Simon grits his teeth, vision tunneling red.

Kitten doesn't have any claws.

That's okay, he thinks. You wouldn't need them, if you had him.

He wonders if violence scares you. If he beats this ogre to a bloody pulp, would you run from him? He takes in the confused crinkle in your brow, wide, shy eyes, and decides on a different tactic.

"C'mere love." He husks, extending his hand, pushing Johnny's stool over with the heel of his foot, carving out a space for you to sidle in between them.

You press against his thigh as you take your spot, leaning forward to talk to the bartender, and when you look over your shoulder at him, small smile tugging at your lips, he presses his palm to the small of your back.

"And... two shots of whiskey, please."

You're... everything.

Naked, laid out on your bed with your legs spread, eyes still wide and sweet, and he can barely get his mouth to work as he looks at you.

"Simon," you whimper in the dark, hands reaching, searching, and he kisses each finger like they're a decadent treat, one he'll never have enough of, "please."

Moonlight illuminates your face, shines across the curves of your body, and he has to blink multiple times to steady himself, to keep himself grounded.

Your fingers don't feel like razors. Your mouth isn't torture. Every soft word you give him is like a balm. You're everything.

And he's going to show you, he's going to make sure you know- you're everything.

He's going to fuck you face to face.

But first, he needs-

Your hand wraps around his wrist. "I'm on the pill." you whisper, desperate. "I want to feel you... I'm clean, if you-" The trust you're implying is a foreign concept, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he worries. You're going to let him fuck you raw? You're going to let him feel the clutch of your pussy, without any protection?

You're out of your mind.

But so is he.

"I haven't been with anyone in years." His accent is a rasp, heavy with desire. "And 've got a clean bill of heath."

It's a mutual agreement. And it doesn't take any convincing.

"You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy raw, sweet girl? Is that it?" His mouth covers yours, and then trails down to your neck, nips across the tops of your breasts. "Want me to fill you up?"

"Yeah," his fingers slide through your folds, teasing from top to bottom, swirling around your clit, "fuck, yeah, I want-"

"I've got a lot of cum for you, honey. You sure you can take it?" You clench around the finger he's slipped inside, and moan.

"Oh my god," Your spine arches, and he holds your hips, aligning himself before pushing into your body, melding the two of together almost perfectly.

Almost, because you're so bloody tight, it's like you're strangling him. He's not going to last.

"Relax," He murmurs, kissing your jaw, rubbing a slow circle around your clit. "There you go, that's my girl." It slips out, but you don't seem to care. Neither does he. Tonight, you're his. You and your body and your heart and your soul, belong to him. He'll mark you like you’re his. A fantasy, a wish, a far cry from reality.

In another life, maybe he'd have you forever. For real.

But in this life, he'll take what he can get, and you let him. You let him take and take and take all night long, on your back, face bared to him like he's the brightest star and not the darkness haunting dreams. You kiss him like it's real, and when he comes inside you once, and then twice, you let him stay there, locked tight, staring down into your eyes. He rubs your cheek with his thumb, and you smile. He presses his forehead against yours, and your cup the back of his head, gingerly kissing him, carefully, like you know. Like you can see him.

You say his name. You moan it. You scream it. It's never sounded so good, and he wonders if this is what it's like- to have and to hold.

In the morning, before the sun rises, he stands at the foot of your bed, watching you sleep. He wishes you'd wake, wants you to open your eyes and ask him to stay, hopes you'll roll over and realize he's not there and call his name-

It's all a fantasy. Something that could never be more than what it was in that moment, in the moonlight, a secret held between two strangers, the first breath in the dawn.

He brushes his lips across your forehead one last time, and then disappears down the hall.

Out the door.

Out of your life.

#this Simon is very similar to Light On Simon #but there are key differences #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #phone writing #peaches writes #simon riley #so mind the mistakes

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thexsilentxwordsmith · 2 months

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Biker!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

From the ask here

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader

Summary: Seeing Simon on his motorcycle is something that awakens a new yearning inside you, but when you get your own bike and start riding alongside him, the way he gets you hot and bothered makes it worse. You need him to fuck you on his bike and you hope your plan will make it happen.

Word Count: 5 k

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The first time you ever saw Simon Riley perched atop his black motorcycle, in that moment some innate part of your brain was awakened and you were never the same. There was just something so incredibly erotic about the way those thick thighs straddled over the sides, the way his arms looked with their muscles bulging, straining his black short sleeved t-shirt wrapped around them as he leaned forward to reach the handlebars. Of course his helmet with the blacked out visor didn’t hurt either, not when paired with his sleeve of tattoos. He was a vision even more than usual and you were suddenly hooked.

Then he took you for a ride along the open highway where he could really show you the power his bike had and that solidified your need to be involved in his hobby. Adrenaline, that was and still is Simon’s favorite part of being on the open road, his bike vibrating underneath him as the wind rushed past his body, and now that you had that first taste of it all, it was yours too.

Whatever you needed to do to keep getting to look at him like that, to keep feeling that rush, you were more than willing to do it.

Whenever he was on leave you two found yourselves on his bike, roaming the city on long night rides just to feel the wind on your skin and the rush of speed under your bodies. That was until he made an off-handed joke one day about getting you your own bike so that you could drive alongside him and then suddenly you were expressing how much you actually had been thinking about it. Sharing his hobby with someone, especially you, was something he has always wanted. To think you could experience the same thrills had him rushing to take you bike shopping the very next day so he could start teaching you.

You picked it all up relatively fast and before you knew it you had your license and regular drives have now become a part of your routine whenever your military man is in. Getting on the highway, opening the bike up as you go faster and faster, weaving through traffic with Simon always right by your side, there is something exhilarating about it all. And now you had the best view of that gorgeous specimen of a man.

Being able to see you on your own bike makes Simon have a taste of his own medicine because fuck did you look a goddamn beauty. Is this how you feel looking at him? The way it makes your back arch, full juicy arse just calling his name, has him salivating whenever he gets to see it. And he can’t help what it causes him to do; it’s not his fault when you look the way you do. The first time he ever pulled his little stunt, a ritual of sorts that he has to engage in every time you’re out driving together, you had a hard time focusing on the road after.

Bringing his bike close beside yours, he reaches out and runs his hand over the curve of your ass, making sure that he does it long enough that the other motorists behind you both can see him claim his hot biker vixen as his. You belong to him and he wants everyone that can see to know it.

And fuck does it drive him wild and have you reeling every time.

This goes on for quite a while, and all the times he’s touched you while riding have conjured up a new fantasy of yours and you finally decide you have to do something about it. Lately you’ve been thinking: what type of partner would you be if you didn’t return the favor? Simon deserves to be just as flustered too, right? It’s not because you need him to fuck you on his bike, nope, not all.

Is it strange? Maybe. Will he go for it? You aren’t entirely sure, but one thing you do know is that you at least have to try. And if it works out, you know he’ll enjoy it too. On one of the last few nights of his leave, you decide that you’ve got nothing to lose and put your plan into motion.

“You know, it’s been so long since you took me on a ride with you,” you put your case to him tonight. “Like we used to. Me on the back of your bike, wrapped around you tight, you speeding through the lanes with the wind rushing past us. Remember that? I used to get so excited to see you just so you’d take me out with you.”

Those hazel eyes stare back at you curiously; of course he remembers. Christ, how could he ever fucking forget? Still, it’s intriguing to him why you would be bringing this up now. “What’s got ya all nostalgic sweetheart, hmm?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrow. “Ya don’t like ridin’ beside me?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just thought it’d be nice to be close to you again is all, since you’ll be leaving soon,” you say as you bite your lip with a subtle coyness while you stare back at him with those tempting doe eyes that make him melt.

How can he say no to that? To his girl wanting to be near him? Absolutely fucking never.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he responds as he gets up while pointing towards the bedroom, “well, go get dressed then. Can’t say no to ya when ya look at me like that.”

Simon is already sitting on the bike out front ready to go when you emerge from the front door in a short skirt, tight tank top, and leather boots and once again he is reminded just how lucky he is to be with you. This just keeps getting better and better for the ol boy.

Climbing on the back and securing yourself around him, helmets on and visors down, Simon takes off into the night. He can feel the pressure from your hands wrapped tightly around his waist, pressing into his abs as you hold on, the warmth of your chest against his back, your thighs saddled up against his, and he wonders why you both don’t do this more often.

The lights of the city sparkle around you, cutting through the evening like stars to illuminate your way as Simon drifts through the streets, making his way to the highway like he always does. Your heart is beginning to beat faster as you wait for the opportune moment to implement your plan and you silently hope that it works.

On the highway, weaving in and out of traffic, Simon detects the first signs of something happening behind him. The movement is subtle at first and he almost misses that both hands aren’t pinned against his stomach anymore until he detects the warmth from your palm as it comes to rest on top of his thigh. He looks down through the visor of his helmet to where your hand lays as he wonders curiously to himself about the intentions of your actions.

Just what the hell is she up to? he thinks to himself as he turns his attention back onto the darkened road studded with streetlights.

The answer is quickly approaching as he feels your hand on the move again, now inching towards the middle of his broad thighs, moving and stopping, moving and stopping, to the crotch of his jeans and suddenly he understands just as you make first contact with the mass contained inside.

A shiver runs up Simon’s spine and you can feel his back shudder against your chest as you start to rub over the swell, your touches heavy and full of purpose. Over and over again your palm makes purchase with his crotch and you can feel the muscles in his back tense. A part of him wants to pull your hand off so that can refocus, but it feels too damn good to get you to quit. Fuck, the pressure from your hand and the vibration from the bike has him so hard he can barely see straight.

He needs to find some place to stop and fast; if he’s going to come in something it is not going to be his pants, it’s going to be you.

Up ahead he sees an exit fast approaching and he quickly transfers over to the lane and takes it, not having a plan, but hopeful that he will be able to find something satisfactory enough. Brown eyes dart from one side of the street to the other frantically searching for something, anything so that he can pull off. The sign for a large parking garage is illuminated just up ahead; it’ll have to do. He won’t be able to focus for much longer; the pressure of your hand rubbing against his cock mixed with the vibrations from the bike leaves him gnawing at the bit with a need that he desperately has to satisfy. It wouldn’t be safe to keep going, not with the way his limbs are starting to tingle.

Simon drives through the first couple of levels and is glad to see it relatively empty save for a few straggling cars spaced far apart. Perfect, that means no one will be around to disturb him until he has had his way with you. He continues on a couple of levels that are completely empty as he puts you both more in the middle of the structure just to be sure you will be all alone until finally he drives to the back of the garage and pulls into the shadow, parking the bike and shutting it off.

“Hop off,” he says and you immediately do as you're told, taking off your helmet and straightening your skirt as you make it to your feet.

You stand there close to his thigh as he removes his helmet and sets it on the ground on the other side of the bike, running his fingers through his short hair to fluff it up from being crushed underneath. As he sits back up his tattooed arm quickly reaches out behind your head where he grabs your hair into a ponytail in his fist, keeping your head locked while his opposite hand palms around your waist as he leans in with a smirk across his lips and a glimmer in those coffee-colored eyes.

“Whatcha think you’re doin’, sweetheart? Playin’ games, hmm?” he asks as he stares back into your face.

“I don’t know,” you say with a shrug, your tone playful and coy. You know damn well what you are doing and he isn’t dumb enough to think you don’t.

He glares back at you skeptically. “Right.”

“What?” you dismiss him. “I thought you didn’t mind a bit of touching when we ride? Always grabbing me; thought you’d enjoy a bit of fun.”

There it is; this is payback for all the times he’s made his move while you were out cruising together. And fuck, has it worked to perfection.

Simon rips his hand from your waist and wraps it around your wrist so that he can pull your hand forward and place it right up against the stiffening peak straining against the zipper of his form fitting jeans.

“So this is whatcha fuckin’ wanted, yeah?” he asks, breathiness in his gruff tone as your hand makes contact with the rigid bulge. “Gettin’ me so fuckin’ hard I can’t even be bothered ta wait till we get back home ta fuck ya?”

Can’t wait? Is he saying what you think he’s saying? God, you hope so. “What do you mean?” you ask, faking your ignorance as you rub your palm over the swell while maintaining eye contact. “We aren’t going home?”

A deep hum echoes through the atmosphere as he bites his bottom lip; you’ve started something that can’t be stopped now and the way your hand continues to stimulate him, he doesn’t think you want it to anyway. “No,” he says with a shake of his head, “ya wanted to start all this on my bike, that’s fine. Guess I deserve it. But now…I’m gonna make damn sure I finish ya on it.”

As you stand there silently waiting to see what he does next, Simon shifts back in the seat and helps you climb back onto the bike, but facing him so that he can lay you over the fuel tank. He plants his feet firmly onto the ground to keep the setup steady and pulls your body down, those rough hands pushing your skirt up off your hips to your waist as he forces your legs open wider so he can get himself between them.

Thank God you’ve worn something easy to get into. Or was that your plan all along? Doesn’t really matter much now; he’s in.

Simon looks down and his eyes catch sight of a dark spot in the crotch of your panties. He presses his hand up against the mound of your cunt and the pressure makes you twitch, your back arching up off the tank as he feels what he had just suspected: you’re a little damp.

“Seems someone’s already stirred up,” he comments as his hand releases the pressure only to press in tight all over again in a pattern that matches his increasing heart rate. “Ya like it, don’t ya baby? The way tha bike vibrates ‘tween your legs? Like the way it hums against ya ‘till your clit is swollen?”

Simon’s hard-on throbs harshly against the zipper of his pants and into your naked thigh, tenting the fabric while he grinds it into the muscle as you wrap your legs around his hips; you have to hold on as you can’t stop the way your body jerks the longer his touch prods against those sensitive lips. Just the pressure alone after the drive is enough to make you whimper inside your closed mouth.

“Have ya been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ like this? Me fuckin’ ya raw while you’re on this thing?”

Releasing his hand, he walks those long fingers over the top of your clothed pussy to the waistband of your panties so that he can slip them inside and back down to the moist slit waiting eagerly for their touch and there it is, the unmistakable sound of his breath hitching as his hand makes contact. God, you always feel so fucking good.

He uses his two middle fingers to part the lips of your slit and run them along the length to gather all the wetness he can on his digits so that once he finds your entrance he can easily slip up inside while the tip of his thumb nestles against your clit. You’re very warm, nice and hot and soft against his fingertips and a pleasurable hum he gives in response to the feeling.

“Ya know, I know why ya started ridin’ with me,” he says as you squirm. “I could see it in your eyes the second I pulled in to pick ya up that first time: ya like the way I look on my bike. Don’t ya?”

Your silence is met with a heavy jab with the pad of his thumb to that sensitive little button, holding it down until you are forced to answer as he thrusts his fingers inside you up to the knuckle. Your body takes them in perfectly, gripping tight around the digits as you suck him in.

“Yes,” you say in a whine and buck as his stocky fingers give you a nice starting stretch. “You

look so f-fucking hot on this thing that sometimes I d-don’t know what to do with myself. That’s w-why I n-need…”

“What do ya need, sweetheart?” he groans as he curls his rough fingers up against your G-spot as his thumb begins to stroke concise circles upon your clit. “Use your words.”

You swallow hard while breathing heavily out of your nose as you clamp your lips shut to stop from audibly crying out in ecstasy at that first contact he makes. “Ah, ah, ah,” he scolds as he pins his thumb down hard again. “Let me fuckin’ hear ya. Ain’t no one here ‘cept us.”

A desperate moan escapes your lips and echoes through the empty space as you let it all out. “I need you to f-fuck me on y-your b-bike,” you say as you vibrate under his skilled touch. “B-been daydreaming about it for a while. Didn’t know if you’d want to, but I’m desperate.”

Using a flick of his wrist, he begins to snap his fingers up into you faster and faster, those fingers vigorously working your cunt until your juices are starting to dribble down to collect on his palm and the sound of wet slaps reverberate off the concrete.

“All ya had ta fuckin’ do was ask,” he says. “Ya know I’d do anythin’ for ya, luv; my pretty girl always gets what she wants.”

You look so beautiful sprawled over his bike like this, disheveled skirt shoved up to your ribs, his hand plunged into the front of your panties so that they are stretched tight around your hips ready to rip, back arching as he again strikes right at the exact point of pleasure, tiny beads of sweat sparkling over the exposed parts of your flesh as you burn for him in the warm night air. It’s an image he’s gonna have committed to memory; every time he rides now he will remember the gorgeous mess he made of you.

If he thought he liked his bike before, it is nothing compared to how he will feel after fucking you on it.

Minute after minute each stroke draws you near that razor’s edge and threatens to violently throw you off. Your walls are fluttering around his fingers as they swell and become engorged the closer you get. Simon knows that it won’t be long now and his pulse races to feel it, that moment you come. But not like this, oh no.

He has still been chomping at the bit to relieve the pressure throbbing between his legs and now that he is sure you are ready for it, he isn’t going to waste time. You’re still in public after all, he doesn’t need this to end before you’ve both gotten off. Amidst your whimpered protests to keep going, that you are almost there, he pulls his fingers out of you with a squelch, your lubrication dripping along his fingers and glistening in the harsh lighting inside the garage.

You lean your head up as Simon pulls his fingers apart to watch the sticky fluid string between them before he brings them to his mouth and rams them into his lips to lick them clean, taking care of the mess he’s created from his touch. Just a taste to sait him, as if his face isn’t going to be plastered between those thighs later as he replays the memory of what happened here.

The sight of him sucking the lubrication off his fingers has you gasping for air. How can someone look so perfect doing something so filthy? You need him, bad. “Please,” you beg with a needy whine in your voice, “I want you inside me.”

Those words are like striking a match near a gas leak; suddenly he is scrambling to move as fast as possible. Feverish hands are clawing at clothing at breakneck speeds as his flesh begs to connect with yours and complete this union. “Ya can shoot me dead if I ever say no to that,” he growls as he moves.

Time is of the essence and so he quickly rips the soaked crotch of your panties to the side, securing them against your thigh and out of his way as his free hand ruthlessly yanks at the button on his pants to get it undone before he wrenches down the zipper and releases his cock that is throbbing and aching with his rapid heartbeat.

“Gotta make this quick, yeah?” he groans as the caress from his hand over the tip is almost too sensitive to handle. He’s falling fast. “Don’t want no one seein’ ya like this ‘cept me.”

Leaning down, he places a brief, heated kiss with his warm lips to the exposed skin near your belly button before he has you sitting up so that he can get at those lips he yearns to feel against him as he enters you. The threads of your panties are beginning to snap as he holds the fabric out of his way so he can move his hips in as he aligns the head of his cock with that dripping, aching hole.

Eyes closed and acting off of pure impulse and adrenaline alone, he mutters a rushed “Breathe” into your open mouth as a warning while his fingertips dig into the meat of your hips. The tip prods the opening before it pushes through and slides up inside, the rest following behind in one steady, fluid motion until he reaches the base and there is no more to shove inside you.

Simon shudders at the overwhelming euphoria hitting him all at once and now he’s burning from the inside out, his bulky chest taut with each heavy breath that he releases between kisses as the feeling of you wrapped tightly around his phallus drowns out everything else that surrounds him.

You throw your head back, breaking the kiss to cry out as you are filled to the brim, being stretched to capacity with all he has to give. His hand grabs at the back of your head so that his lips can shoot back to yours as a tether to help you calm until your body can be allowed a little time to adjust; he’s not exactly small by any means of the word.

It’s a few seconds before he releases your mouth as he starts to thrust, trying to go slow at first even though he is eager for more. Hips rolling at a steady pace now he pulls back to watch himself pump in and out of you. “Look,” he says in a breathless growl as the hand on the back of your head directs your eyeline down in between your bodies. “This what ya been fuckin’ fantasizin’ ‘bout? I think it looks even prettier on my bike.”

The way his swollen, veiny cock disappears as it slides up into you is mesmerizing. You can feel it but still seeing it has you questioning…where does it all fit?

He keeps you close as he picks up the pace until the sound of slapping skin against skin fills the silent space. Panting into your face with mouth open, chest heaving up and down with laborious breaths, Simon puts more into his thrusts so that even the bike itself begins to rock with you from the force. The longer he goes the more feral he gets, relinquishing any hold he had on his sanity for as long as he gets to have his body stay fitting so nicely into your cunt.

It’s building, the warmth in the pit of your stomach is gathering steadily as the epinephrine releases all those euphoric chemicals into your bloodstream. The risky nature of your endeavor, the stimulation he’s already produced with his fingers, the fulfilling of your fantasy, it all works together to fuel your passion and his strong thrusts have you ready to spill over the edge at any second.

Simon keeps his pace even as he is now struggling to keep it together. The excitement has gotten to him too so that if he lets himself lose control he is going to come and he can’t have that, not until you have. With each passing second, each pound of that deadly appendage inside you gets more and more desperate, until he finally hears those sweet, sweet words that make his heart skip a beat.

“Don’t stop, baby,” you beg, your voice cracking with desperation as you try to keep your volume at a reasonable level while he slams into you again. “So c-close…”

“Come for me, baby, that’s it,” he coaxes desperately through gritted teeth as he strains to hold on a little longer. Just a little bit more and you’ll finish and he can let go.

That’s when an idea is thrust into his brain and he knows what he needs to do to bring this full fucking circle for the both of you; complete the fantasy and give you even more to dream about for later. Simon moves over top of you to force you back until you find yourself against the fuel tank again.

Reaching above your head, he cranks the key and restarts the engine. The motorcycle roars to life, filling the garage with its sound, and begins to vibrate until it is pulsating through his body as he thrusts into you harder and harder. It’s like having your own living dildo that only intensifies the stimulation the longer he plunges into your dripping hole; a few more seconds of this and you will be coming on his cock.

And then he revvs the engine…

The stimulation is too much and suddenly you are forcibly thrown over that precipice as you come with such force, like a hot flash of white light, that your thighs clamp down around his hips as your head falls back. You cry out in choking gasps as your orgasm tears through you; so strong that you are shaking. Your walls are fluttering sporadically around his cock as your hips buck against him unrelentingly and he can’t hold back any longer.

“Where do ya want me?” he pleads as his fingertips claw at your hips, stabbing harshly into the muscle as he holds on for you to answer; he is about to blow.

“In me, in me,” you whine as you clamp your legs down hard to keep him in. What else were you on birth control for other than this?

He jerks violently as your pussy continues to flutter around him, making his limbs numb from the pleasure, and with a loud groan that is akin to the bellow of a wild beast, the pressure building at the base of his spine finally reaching its peak and he falls over the edge as he lets it go. His hips never stop, slamming into you as the thick, warm fluid coats the inside of your pussy.

“Fuckin’ hell, luv,” he repeats as he shuts off the engine while he milks himself dry, his thrusts slowing down after a few seconds until they stop all together and he stays with his cock still buried inside you to let your body finish off the rest.

An unknown amount of time passes as your unsteady breathing slowly returns to a more tolerable rhythm, all the while Simon just sits there admiring the products of his labor: the beautiful flush in your cheeks and the contented, glazed look in your eyes, until he can find his voice again once his heartbeat has settled.

“Ya know, I’ve gotten plenty a compliments about my bike, but I gotta say that you’re the prettiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever rode, sweetheart,” he says as he pulls you in by the back of your head to press another breathless kiss onto your lips.

It is torture having to pull out of you, but even he isn’t delusional enough anymore to think that you can just stay like this for much longer. You’ll have to go soon and he needs to help you to redress as your legs are shaking uncontrollably. There’s no way in hell someone hasn’t heard the noise you’d been making.

“Was it everythin’ ya hoped?” he asks with a contented smile as he carefully moves you off the bike to your feet so that he can readjust your panties and pull down your skirt back around your hips.

You match his expression through the hazy afterglow of your ecstasy as he finishes you up and gets himself situated. A pretty sizable wet stain darkens the middle of his jeans, but he doesn’t pay it any mind; a risk of a good fucking time, that’s all.

“Better,” you murmur, satisfied.

Bringing his hand up he cups it against your cheek a second before he combs his fingers through your hair until he reaches the back of your head where he holds them wrapped in the strands. There’s one final thing he has to do before you get going and that is to give you one last kiss as praise for doing so well for him. With how strung out you still are from your orgasm, the gentleness of it makes your knees weak.

“Now how ‘bout we get back so we can go for round two?” he smirks against your mouth as he pulls away. “We can pretend I’m your bike and ya can show me how well I taught ya to ride.”

He gets you situated on the back of the bike, helmets and all, and restarts the engine. It bursts to life and that familiar vibration makes you squeeze your thighs together all over again. Simon smirks to himself before he turns to you with the visor still pulled up. He opens yours and leans in. “Keep your thighs tight. I want ya ta keep all that inside til we get back. I got plans to watch it leak out; I think I’ve earned it.”

With a mischievous chuckle, he closes your visor and his and takes off back out of the garage and into the cool night air. Good thing it isn’t far back to the house from here…if Simon doesn’t plan to take a detour first.

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simon says

🗯 pairing: captain john price x fem!reader | simon ghost riley x fem!reader

🗯 tags: nsfw - mdni, cucking, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected pinv, established relationship, praise, ooc as fuck i'm sure

a/n: this one was incredibly self indulgent, so i got a little carried away with it. i fully intend to do a pt. 2 if you all want that!

You couldn’t believe the situation you found yourself in: your husband of several years just confessed to you he had always had a fantasy of watching you with another man. You expressed that you weren’t opposed to the idea; as long as it was something he truly wanted then you’d do your best to please him.

When he threw out some names of people you may be interested in he never expected to see a spark of desire in your eyes as he mentioned his former boss.

“Oh really?” Ghost asked with a raise of his eyebrow, his tone laced with amusement.

“Y-yeah,” you said shyly, not wanting to go into detail about how attractive you found Captain Price.

The older man led Simon in a specialized task force for a few years, both having since moved on to different military ventures and then retirement.

Price had always caught your eye at any get-together he and the rest of Ghost’s former team would attend, and you had never imagined revealing this attraction to your husband. Until now.

Any time he would tower over you while making small talk, cerulean eyes subtly trailing down to your lips and chest before meeting your gaze you had to fight to keep your face from flushing.

Your dreams the nights after these gatherings would be filled with visions of the Captain buried between your legs, his facial hair prickling your skin as he worked you with his mouth until your legs were trembling.

Ghost cleared his throat, sensing you were deep in thought. “I’ll text him now?”

Once you gave him the go ahead he reached for his phone. His fingers trembled slightly as he tapped out a message, inviting Price over Friday evening for some ‘fun’.

He tossed his phone down and leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispered, “I’m going to enjoy watching you with him.”

“I hope so, Simon, because I wouldn’t be doing this otherwise,” you responded, pulling back to look at him. You wanted him to know even though you were indulging him in this fantasy, you would never imagine being unfaithful to him without his knowledge and without him being involved.

Ghost met your gaze, his eyes filled with appreciation and desire for you. “I know, love.”

You left it at that, both carrying on with the rest of your week without mentioning it again until shortly before Price’s arrival.

“You’re still okay with this, yeah?” Ghost wrapped his arms around you from behind as you did your makeup in the mirror.

“More than okay,” you reassured him as he tugged at your earlobe with his teeth.

“Easy now,” he chuckled, a hint of warning in his tone.

That was the best thing about this arrangement. You had always been attracted to Price and were eager to explore that, but you were most looking forward to what came after.

You knew that once he watched Price fuck you, Ghost would be ravenous. You had a long night ahead of him proving to you that while he may allow another man to touch you, they’d never be able to touch you better than he could.

“I don’t know what to wear.” Your face grew hot as you began wondering what Price would think when he saw you again.

“Anything,” Ghost replied firmly. “You look great in anything.”

“Well I have that dress from-,” you paused when he began shaking his head.

“That won’t be necessary,” he murmured against your neck, trailing soft kisses down it as his hands settled on your stomach. “You’ll be waiting for us in the bedroom, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” you whispered, realization dawning on you that he was suggesting you wear lingerie.

"Hmmm. Price seems like the type to enjoy white." You thought out loud, a lace baby doll you had in your dresser coming to mind. "Something about corrupting a good girl."

“S’that what you are?” Ghost smirked while making eye contact with you in the mirror.

You laughed away his teasing, knowing he was only attempting to get you riled up. “Oh, please. If anyone’s corrupted me it’s you, but let me have my fun.”

"That's perfect," he agreed, his eyes roaming over the reflection of your body, envisioning the delicate white lace. "He's going to love seeing you like that." He leaned in close and whispered into your ear, his voice low and husky, “And so will I.”

His stiffening cock was now pressing firmly into the small of your back and you grinned at him in the mirror. “I can see you’re very excited about this.”

Ghost's eyes darted downward before meeting yours again, a mix of embarrassment and desire flushing his cheeks. "Not every day my wife offers up herself and her body for another man," he confessed with a shrug that did little to hide his arousal.

“Don’t be embarrassed, love.” You squeezed his hands reassuringly. “It’s hot you’re so into this.”

"Thank you," Ghost whispered as he wrapped his arms around you tighter. "I just want to make sure everything is perfect for Price tonight. He deserves it."

“Yeah? Deserves to fuck your wife?” You teased, knowing it would only make the hardness poking into your back ache even more.

Ghost chuckled darkly at your words. "Yeah, he does," he growled while pressing his hips forward slightly into you with a noticeable amount of possession in his movement. "And I plan to enjoy every filthy second of it."

You spun around to face him, and he immediately stepped forward, pushing you into the edge of the vanity. Ghost groaned as he felt your hands slip beneath his shirt to stroke his stomach, a thick layer of fat having formed over his abs since retirement that drove you crazy in all the right ways.

"Don't tease me like that," he warned when your fingers moved higher up his chest.

"Fine,” you conceded with a soft sigh, sliding out from under his shirt. “I’ll keep my hands to myself until he arrives.”

"That’s a good girl," he praised, loving how aroused you were getting. He pulled back slightly but kept his hands on your waist. "Now, why don't you get dressed and wait for us on the bed, hmm?”

As you moved to put on the white lace number and matching silk thong you knew both men would adore you in, Ghost left for the living room, leaving your bedroom door slightly ajar. You bit down on your lip nervously when you heard the doorbell buzz not even a few minutes later.

Ghost’s heart raced with anticipation as he approached the front door and saw Price’s silhouette against the dim street light shining through the glass. He knew you were waiting for them in the bedroom, dressed in the lingerie that he had helped pick out and he had to make an effort to appear nonchalant as he opened the door for Price.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your heart rate quickening as you heard the Captain’s commanding voice fill your home. Their conversation was muffled, but the distinct sound of ice and alcohol being poured made you smirk to yourself.

The pair catching up over a drink like former colleagues while you were waiting in the bedroom like a piece of meat to be devoured only added to your arousal, the wetness gathering between your legs becoming more prominent the longer they left you alone. Ghost seemed to be carrying most of the conversation for once, probably out of sheer excitement.

Price appeared to be enjoying himself as well, laughing at something Ghost said before they made their way to the bedroom together.

As they entered the room your eyes darted between your husband and his friend, unsure who to look at. The click of the door closing echoed through your mind as you pictured what was about to happen.

Ghost took a step towards you, his eyes fixed on your body as he admired the sexy lingerie that clung to your curves. He couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness as he turned to look at Price, who was now standing close behind him.

He swallowed hard, the bob of his Adam's apple betraying his nervousness, before stepping to the side and sitting in the armchair at the corner of your room.

Price looked you up and down slowly, taking in every inch of your exposed body. His eyes lingered on your full breasts before traveling back up to meet yours.

"You look bloody incredible, Mrs. Riley," he smirked, knowing it would drive Ghost mad to hear you being referred to with his last name. You were his after all and Price would do well to remember that. You glanced at Simon briefly, surprised to see his face beaming with pride rather than annoyance as he watched Price approach you.

“Thank you, John,” you blushed, having to crane your neck to look at him the closer he got to the bed. The lamp in the corner illuminated his face as he stood before you and you noticed even more gray hair dusting his temples and beard than the last time you saw him.

He wasted no time before kneeling down, his calloused hands running up and down your thighs lightly before stopping at your knees. You were sure your face was completely bright red now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Oh, sweet thing,” Price let out a breath as he spread your legs. “You’re soaked already.”

He placed a kiss to your core through your panties, holding eye contact with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Ghost sat up a little straighter in his seat at the sight.

The silk fabric clung to your folds now, saturated with your arousal. You felt yourself throbbing now, cunt desperate for attention. Many nights you had dreamed of being in this exact position, his handsome face staring up at you from between your legs.

Disappointment must have been evident on your face as Price pulled back and shifted on his feet, moving to lean over you. Your pouting drew a raspy chuckle out of your husband.

“Needy girl you have, Simon,” Price observed with a small smile, turning to look at him. He gave a single nod in response, eager for Price to continue.

With gentle hands he brushed your hair behind your shoulders as his gaze roamed your chest, his hum of satisfaction reverberating through the room. He unfastened the clasp on the front of the baby doll, letting it fall off of you and onto the bed.

Your nipples hardened as the cool air hit your skin. Price’s hands found their way to your breasts immediately, beginning to roll his thumbs over your nipples in tight circles. He studied your face closely as it contorted in pleasure, admired the way your breath caught in your throat audibly at the sensation.

“You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck you,” Price whispered into your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps on your skin. His lips brushed against your earlobe and your eyes widened, finding Ghost’s. He watched you with a hunger and possessiveness you had never seen from him before, clearly having heard what the other man said to you.

You gasped in surprise when Price’s lips latched onto your nipple, too distracted by Simon to realize he had wandered lower once more. You moaned softly as his tongue circled the hardened bud, back arching as he squeezed your other breast roughly.

Ghost watched attentively from his corner seat, a mix of arousal and pride coursing through him. He could tell by the way that you were responding that Price was taking good care of you, making sure you were enjoying every moment.

Price’s mouth left your tit and he captured your lips in a kiss. It felt strange at first but you softened, losing yourself to the feeling of him. The kiss deepend as Price’s tongue slid past your lips, tasting you for the first time. His hands wandered down your body, teasingly grazing the hem of your panties before finally slipping beneath to run along your slick folds.

“All this for me, hm?” Price murmured against your lips.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered. A half truth. It was for him, yes. But it was just as much for Simon, who was now palming himself through his jeans.

Seeing how excited you were already, he didn’t hesitate to part your folds, circling your entrance once before pumping two fingers inside of you. You let out an exasperated gasp and squirmed as he did.

“Oh, c’mon, angel. I know you can take it.” He winked at you before continuing. “This is nothing compared to your husband’s cock,” he said playfully before curling his fingers inside of you, thrusting faster now.

"That's a good girl," he praised you as he felt your relax around his fingers, rewarding you by pressing circles into your swollen clit in a steady rhythm with his thumb.

Ghost could tell by the sounds you were making that you were getting close already, the thought only serving to fuel his arousal. His chest tightened as he watched Price work you open. You faintly made out the sound of a zipper as your senses started to be overloaded, vision blurry and ears ringing.

“Fuck, John. I’m close,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his free one to steady yourself as your climax rapidly approached. His muscles tensed under your grip; he was every bit as strong as you had imagined.

Price tutted at you, shaking his head. “Ask your husband for permission, dear.”

“Simon,” you pleaded. “Simon, please, I-” your breath was coming in ragged gasps, leaving you incapable of forming a full sentence.

“Let go, love,” you heard him from the corner of the room. The way his voice strained told you that he was stroking his cock as he listened to you begging for release. Begging him despite another man being the one to drive you to orgasm.

Price grabbed you by the chin, angling it upwards and pressing his lips to yours, stifling your cries of pleasure as you came undone. As if he could keep your release all to himself like this, swallowing it down so Ghost couldn’t have it.

Ghost watched intently as Price took control of the situation, his body tense with anticipation for what was about to happen. He could feel his own climax building inside him, mirroring your pleasure as he listened to your cries of ecstasy being muffled by the other man’s kiss.

As Price continued to milk your orgasm, he leaned down and whispered into your ear, this time low enough that Ghost couldn’t hear, “You were never quite this pretty all the times I’ve imagined you coming.”

He pulled away slowly, leaving you panting and covered in sweat. His eyes met Ghost’s once more before he finally released you from his grasp. You sat at the edge of the bed, legs trembling as you tried to catch your breath. He pulled your panties off, eyes glued to your glistening cunt.

“Lie back for me, sweetheart,” John ordered as he moved for his zipper, desperate to free his throbbing cock. You did as he said, gaze locked on his crotch as he tugged down his pants and boxers.

As his cock sprang free, you hated the way you instantly noticed it wasn’t as big as Ghost’s. It wasn’t small by any means, maybe even a bit longer, but not as thick. You had gotten so used to feeling stuffed full by Ghost that now a part of you was anxious to have another man for the first time in years. What if you were spoiled? What if your husband had ruined you for all other cocks?

You glanced in his direction, noting the small smirk tugging at his lips and you knew he was aware of exactly what was on your mind. Smug bastard, you thought to yourself before returning your attention to Price, opening your legs wider for him.

Ghost’s expression remained impassive as he watched Price line himself up and penetrate you. His hand twitched unconsciously, the urge to reach out and claim what was rightfully his burning within him. But he held back, remaining silent and still, his hand freezing on his cock.

You moaned as Price buried himself to the hilt, having quickly forgotten any anxiety you were feeling a moment before. He let you adjust to his length before pulling out completely and slamming his hips forward, causing you to yelp. Ghost began pumping himself again as he saw how rough his friend was with you, how well you were taking him.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he pounded into you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

His arms fell to either side of your head as he leaned in to nibble at your neck. From this angle his gut pushed into your stomach - the only distinction between the sensation of his and your husband’s was John’s more pronounced happy trail.

He reached down between the two of you and began roughly rubbing at your sensitive clit again. His tempo didn't falter and he was hitting your g-spot with each stroke, white-hot pleasure clouding your mind and turning you into a mumbling mess beneath him.

“Yeah? Like that?” Price cooed at you and your toes curled. He kept up his pace, relentlessly pummeling you.

“Yes. God, yes,” you whined. The sounds of skin on skin and moaning filled the room from all three of you now.

Your walls contracted around Price and your back arched, pressing your bodies flush together as you surrendered yourself to him completely.

“Come for me,” he encouraged with a hint of ownership. Not of you, but of this orgasm. The last one may have been for Ghost, but this one would be for him.

He thrust into you more deliberately now, bottoming out each time. You let out a strangled moan as you climaxed again. Ghost came with you, spurting into his hand as he squeezed his cock tightly, his own sounds of pleasure drowned out by yours.

You whimpered as John suddenly pulled out of you and moved to stand at the edge of the bed. “C’mere,” he croaked, quickly sitting you up and bringing your head down towards his cock.

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone else finish inside that pretty little pussy of yours, did you?” Ghost murmured from the corner, voice hoarse as he was spent from his own release.

You shifted your gaze to Simon before parting your lips for Price. “Mm, see how you taste on another man’s cock?” He taunted as you wrapped your mouth around the head.

Though your eyes stayed glued to Ghost’s, you attempted a nod in response. Tears pricked your eyes as you slowly took more of his shaft into your mouth.

“Simon says you’re good with your mouth. I intend to take full advantage of that,” he said, grunting as he pushed himself deep into your throat, your eyes returning to him.

As you moaned around his cock he smirked down at you. "Oh, you like it rough, do you?" He quickly lost control, hips meeting your face as he thrust in rhythm with your mouth.

You had mixture of saliva and pre-cum running down your chin now, mascara staining your cheeks. Ghost had you in a similar state countless times before while fucking your face, but seeing you like this wrapped around someone else's cock was turning him on in an entirely new way.

In an attempt to prolong his release, Price tangled his fingers into your hair, holding you in place at the base of his cock. When you gagged he loosened his grip, allowing you to back off a bit before you started bobbing your head on his length again. "That feels incredible," he said, admiring the way you milked his cock.

His balls were already tight, and you pushed him over the edge once you began to caress them with feather-light touches. He threw his head back with a low groan, frame tensing as he shot thick ropes of cum down your throat. His hips jerked forward as you hollowed out your cheeks. You swallowed most of his spend and pulled off of his cock with a satisfied moan.

He brushed the hair away from your face, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. His thumb trailed over your bottom lip, collecting the bit of cum that had dribbled out. He held it there for you, waiting for you to clean it off. You took it into your mouth, taking your time cleaning him, savoring the taste as you swirling your tongue around his finger. He pulled it out with a loud pop once he caught his breath.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, referring to your performance just as much as your disheveled appearance.

“That she is,” Ghost said, rising from his seat, looking at you with a predatory gaze. He tucked his still semi-hard cock into his pants and your stomach tightened at the sight.

Price zipped himself up as well and turned to Ghost. You were surprised he wouldn’t be staying, but it was clear the two men had discussed all the details beforehand.

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t want anyone here for the depraved things I’m gonna do to you,” Ghost threatened in a low tone that had you clenching around nothing. Price let out a hearty laugh before turning back to you.

“Thank you for being so good for me,” he murmured and cupped your face in his hands. When Ghost cleared his throat behind him, he corrected himself with a sheepish grin. “Good for us.”

He gave you a genuine smile and a soft kiss on the forehead before leaving for the front door with Ghost. They exchanged goodbyes and the last you heard from Price as you walked to the doorway was, “Don’t be a stranger now, Simon.”

Shortly after you heard the door swing shut your husband was on you. “Alright, back to bed with you,” Simon grinned, smacking your ass playfully. You giggled, walking backwards, eyes never leaving him as he stripped.

“You’re mine,” he reminded you with a growl before his lips crashed into yours, the two of you falling onto the bed.

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In My Time of Dying

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of injury, kidnapping, held hostage, mentions of suicide

Words: 2.9k

Synopsis: The clock is ticking...

You are currently reading part 12 of The Roommate Series

You’re not sure how long you’ve been stuck here.

Here, you assumed, had to be some abandoned building. The air was humid and filled with mildew that filled your nose. The must and mold made your headache worse and the more you sat against the cold concrete walls, the more it felt like it seeped into your skin.

You sniffled, hot tears continuously running down your face as you struggled to breathe. You had been stuck in a state of panic since you woke up in the SUV but it got worse when they tied you to a rusted pipe in the dark room you assumed was going to be your tomb.

Everything in your body hurt.

The men who had kidnapped you weren’t friendly in transporting you from your apartment to wherever you were right now. They had shoved you and pulled you in every direction while demanding something of you, all while you had a bag shoved over your head so you couldn’t see where they put you.

Pain split from your temple and made you dizzy. The man had hit you incredibly hard and caused blood to pour down the side of your face. You were sure the amount you had lost contributed to the dizziness, though you were sure he had caused a concussion too. You could hardly move in your spot without feeling so nauseous that you were sure you were going to throw up.

A whimper escaped your lips as pain struck you and you keeled over, more tears falling as the pain worsened.

You weren’t entirely sure why they wanted you, you suspected that it was because of who you lived with, but you still didn’t understand why. You weren’t someone special, you had no significant amount of money and you certainly didn’t have any valuable information about Simon’s line of work. You didn’t even know what his job was until two weeks ago.

Simon. You wished he was here, if he had been none of this would have happened. You wished you were in the safety of his arms, to feel his warmth against you and to hear his voice. If you had known that it would be your last time, you would’ve savored the moments longer, would’ve told him you loved him more, would’ve done something more.

Your chest hurt and you let out a soft sob.

The thought of Simon being left alone after everything he told you, the possibility that he may never even find your body when he gets home made you want to scream sob into the empty room.

You didn’t deserve this and he didn’t deserve to deal with the aftermath.

Tears blurred your vision and yet crying didn’t make you feel any better. Your head still hurt and you were still trapped, waiting for your potential slaughter.

You had to get out. You had to escape. They had left you hours ago…or what you assumed was hours ago and made no indication that they’d be back any time soon. You had a chance to run, to get help and call Simon.

You tugged on your restraints and the pipes groaned. You gasped and blinked away the tears as you stared up at them in the darkness. You focused on the pipe you were tied to and tugged as hard as you could, watching it shake from the force and nearly come loose.

Hope grabbed your throat and between your labored breaths you began to continuously pull against it despite the ropes biting into your skin.

For a split second you thought it would break, but then you heard voices.

Your heart stopped and you froze, fear taking over you once more.

They were coming back and who knows what they would do to you if they saw you trying to escape. You missed your chance by being terrified and your mind conjured up the worst scenarios of what was going to happen when they showed up.

The door to the room opened and you instinctively pushed yourself against the wall. You watched them walk in with wide eyes, your attention jumping to the floodlights they turned on that blinded you to the man who had taken Simon’s gun.

He still held the gun but in his other hand was your bookbag. One of his men set down a foldable chair where he set the bookbag on before he opened it up.

The silence was deafening as you watched his rifle through your belongings, occasionally throwing items onto the floor with no care. He threw your phone on the ground, almost as if to taunt you with the idea of safety before he glanced up at you.

“I’m sorry about the-” His voice made you jump as he gestured to the side of his head to mimic the wound he gave you. “But I did warn you.”

You couldn’t find your voice as you watched him continue to go through your things. Instead you sat there shaking uncontrollably while your eyes never left him.

Just a prey caught in a hunter’s trap.

He pulled out the burner phone and your mouth went dry. He inspected it and tossed your backpack on the ground, taking its place in the chair.

“Why?” Your voice was broken and small, shaking to the point you were surprised you even got the word out.

The man looked at you with raised eyebrows as if he was confused by your question. He leaned forward on his knees and thought for a moment before he shrugged as if this was something entirely normal.

“You were the only way to get what I want.” He scoffed. “Well…not the only way but you were closer, easier than the others.”

Others? Your heart hurt more and your stomach dropped about the thought of there being more who had to go through this, more who might die for whatever he wanted.

“What do you know?” His voice was calm but the intent behind his eyes meant he wouldn’t take much to anger.

You shook your head frantically despite the pain. More tears threatened to fall at the thought of him not believing you about the fact that you had no knowledge about Simon’s line of work.

“N-Nothing! I don’t know anything.” You pleaded frantically. “Please, whatever you think I know, I don’t. I’m just a college student.”

You were prepared to beg and plead until you lost your voice. Anything to keep him satiated enough to keep you alive until you had another opportunity to escape. You hoped your panic would make it believable because you were telling the truth.

He stared at you, his eyes scrutinizing you as you struggled to keep your breathing under control. For a moment you thought he didn’t believe you until he held up the burner phone.

“Tell me, does this phone reach Ghost?” He asked and it was your turn to look at him with confusion.

You had never heard of that “name”, especially from that burner phone. The only two numbers in there went to someone named Laswell and to Simon. There wasn’t a Ghost…unless he meant Simon.

It was the only thing that made sense. The phone connected you to Simon and it seemed like the man wanted to get to him but knew him as “Ghost”. You had no clue why he wanted him, what the reason was but it only made more fear build up inside of you.

What was he going to do when he found Simon?

He didn’t seem to like your hesitance because he sent you a warning glare, a look that sent a chill to your bones and made your heart beat faster.

Simon had to be Ghost to you now. For the sake of your life and his privacy…though if the man saw the dog tags hidden underneath your shirt, it wouldn’t matter.

“It does.” You nodded and he turned on the phone.

“Which number?” He demanded and you paused.

Your life was on the line but what if Ghost’s was too? You couldn’t be the reason he’d get hurt again, you couldn’t be the one who would get him killed-

The man backhanded you with enough force that your sore head hit the pipes behind you. He didn’t care as you cried out in pain, the sting from his slap radiating off your skin, before he grabbed you by the hair and made you look at him.

“Which number?” He repeated, his voice ice cold and deadly.

“The second one.”

He let go of your hair with a shove and stood up. He called the number on the phone and held it up to his ear, his eyes glaring at you as he flaunted the gun he stole.

A reminder of your fate.

Ghost followed closely behind Price to the extraction point. He listened to Price call in the information they worked the last twenty-four hours on and kept his eyes trained on the area surrounding them.

It didn’t take long for him to get back into the routine of work, in fact it was only hours after he had gotten back to base that they were shipping out to the next target, right where they left off two weeks ago.

Price had been a little worried. Ghost saw him keeping an eye on his lieutenant but he proved to him quickly that there was no reason to be worried.

“Couple more days and we’re done.” Price told them as they settled down at the extraction point. He made an effort to look at Ghost as he said it. “Laswell will need to look over the intel we got before we can make our next move.”

“Bet you’re thrilled, Lt.” Soap teased as he sat down on a rock.

“Who would’ve thought he’d be the first one out of all of us to have someone waiting for them.” Gaz joined in and sent a smug smile his way.

Ghost sent them both a look that didn’t deter either of them so he just rolled his eyes. Though, he wouldn’t outwardly admit to them now but he was incredibly happy to be able to get back home to you sooner rather than later.

Between the fact that he only had those three days and then two weeks to spend with you, he was really starting to crave the many months of interrupted time with you. He was waiting to get back into the regular routine of being deployed for a couple months and then coming back for a couple months just so he could have the time to actually spend with you.

No wounds to be healed, no calls from Price, just you and him alone like how it had been for three years.

He was ready to do whatever you wanted and ready to take on more dates.

“Cheeky.” Ghost grumbled and they snickered. “I won’t be thinking of either of you when I’m in bed, not alone.”

Soap and Gaz groaned, causing Ghost to snicker to himself while Price shook his head. He set his gun down and pulled out a cigarette, begrudgingly giving Soap and Gaz one when they began to beg for one of their own.

“Should make you run for them.” He tossed them the lighter.

“Don’t be cruel, Lt.”

“Yeah, Cap wouldn’t make us run for them.”

“I wouldn’t?”

They shared a laugh and for a moment, even after the atrocities they had seen, things were good. But then a ring tone sounded out from a pock on Ghost’s tactical vest and his heart dropped.

The others looked confused but Ghost had gone completely serious. He threw the cigarette on the ground, not even taking the time to extinguish it before he scrambled to find the burner phone.

“What’s that?” Soap wondered.

“Burner phone.” He explained, his voice having a slight edge to it. “She’s supposed to call only if there’s an emergency.”

That made them perk up and they gave each other serious looks.

On the outside Ghost was calm like he usually was but on the inside there was a slow building anxiety that began to spread across every part of his body. He hoped that this wasn’t an emergency, that maybe this was a butt dial or was you calling him because you missed him. He didn’t want to listen to the thoughts that maybe something was terribly wrong as he answered the phone.

“What’s wrong-”

“Nice to finally speak to you, Ghost.”

His blood went cold. His heart stopped and he immediately tensed up, his body going so rigid that his muscles ached. He felt bile in the back of his throat while his mouth went dry and adrenaline coursed through his veins. All sense of ease had been ripped from him and now he was back in his work mind, back on the field and ready to find the bastard who spoke through your phone.

You wouldn’t give the phone to anyone and the fact that the man knew his callsign meant it had been taken from you.

They got to you and this time they were mocking him. This time they were going to tell him and this time there was going to be more hell to pay.

“Where is she?”

Ghost spoke in a cold tone that made the rest of the 141 freeze. The anger was palpable and their expressions fell into their usual seriousness as the situation laid itself out plainly, though behind their eyes he could see their own fear about it.

“Alive for now.” The man didn’t try to assure him and he swallowed hard. “I want to speak to the captain as well.”

Ghost put the phone on speaker, his hands gripping it with enough strength to possibly break the phone while the three stepped closer. He glared at the screen as if he could see the man and force the thoughts of your dead body, you beat and bloody body out of his mind.

“Speak.”

“I have a proposal,” the man got straight to the point but he hated the sound of his voice. Vile like a snake. “That information you took from us months ago was valuable and I’d like something in return.”

“Your business is with us.” Price grunted out. “Whatever you’re planning-”

“I never would’ve been able to reach you. Her life isn’t in my hands, Captain, it’s in yours.”

The guilt that struck Ghost in the stomach made him grip the phone even tighter. The love of his life had been taken from him, like his family had been all those years ago. All of his past mistakes hit him and he found it hard to not keep his emotions under control.

If it weren’t for Price he’d panic, if it weren’t for the sergeants he’d be in an inconsolable rage.

How could he let this happen again?

“What do you want?” Price kept his cool and he was thankful he was doing the talking or else you’d probably get shot.

All of his training for this seemed to go out the window. He was too blindsided that he couldn’t get control of himself when you most needed it.

“Plans. Intel on what your next missions will be, what weapons you, everything about what you do and what you plan to do. I want to be repaid for what you stole from me and if you don’t give it, she dies.”

Ghost thought he may have heard you cry in the background but maybe that was his mind playing tricks on him. His mind was already tormenting him about letting you get captured and if you died, he’d follow.

“What’s the time limit?” Price demanded. “Eight hours. You’ll meet my men at the location I give you. You give me the intel, you get your hostage. Try anything and she dies.”

The call ended and the words hung in the air. Ghost could hardly think, his mind overcome with the realization that just getting back would take a couple hours which was too slow for him. He was starting to lose himself in the images of his butchered family, your own corpse mixed in with them.

The nightmare, you clutching onto him, he’d be too late-

Price placed a hand on Ghost’s shoulder and squeezed it tight, enough to ground him back in reality. His blue eyes were serious and cold, enough for everyone to understand it was time to get back on business, especially as the helo came into view.

“We will get her.” He said with no doubt in his voice.

All they had to do was their job. Your life was in an hourglass and every second counted.

“Yes, sir.”

Price nodded and gave him a firm pat. He immediately radioed to Laswell, filling her in on the situation and asked her to search for your phone location, your real phone, and anything else. A missing persons report, a break in, any suspicious activity around your neighborhood.

Ghost followed him to the helo and with every step he took, more and more of the panic fell underneath the fire of pure rage that coursed through his veins. There was no doubt the lengths he would go to get you back.

He’d be covered in blood, a mangled, hollow version of himself just to have you safe in his arms. The world would burn if you died and the men who took you would beg him just to end their lives.

A side of himself that he had long forgotten about would see the light of day again but he didn’t care.

Ghost would do anything to get you back.

Link to part 13

a/n: unhinged Ghost who's going to kill everyone is my favorite

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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 8 months

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Ghost liking you in special jewellery

so fucking nsfw

pairing: l.t. Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader (cod mw)

tags/tw: afab!reader, dirty talk, butt-plugs, smut, not really explicit but still kinda public teasing

a/n: uhm, somehow I just started imagining Ghost absolutely adoring his partner wearing those jewelled but plugs just because it makes you look oh so cute🫣

Simon 'Ghost' Riley MASTERLIST

nsfw

-like, it was never a secret you love when Ghost gropes your ass, big strong hands massaging the flesh, neither that he loved grabbing at any part of your body, especially your ass

-it's just nice when he does, making you feel desired as he physically can't keep his hands off of you for long, and he just likes it because it makes him feel grounded and he likes seeing how amazingly reactive you're to his touch

-then you both find out you don’t mind Ghost teasing that puckered hole of your ass

-it happened after that one time when he accidentally let his thumb slip over your back entrance as he intended to push your lower back down during doggy, hand gliding from gripping the flesh of your rear and up over the curve of it and then just .... yeah

-you were caught off-guard, moaned in surprised pleasure at the fleeting touch

-of course, Ghost noticed it hadn't been an entirely uncomfortable sound you'd released, and delicately repeated the teasing and light movement, only to spur the same sound again

-the pillow talk following that session had you incredibly more flustered than normally as he asked about it

-although you managed to talk about the newly discovered thing, neither of you really desired to go the full way, Ghost large enough he never skipped foreplay and needed to prep you before each time you had sex despite it being months into your relationship

-STIL, it turned out that you did like the exhilarating feeling of Ghost teasing you like that

-somewhere down the road, you scrolled on some sex website, wanting to buy some condoms and lube and just happen to get stuck on a pretty beginner's butt plug with a glimmering jewel

-without much thought, you added it to the cart

-imagine Ghost’s shock when he’s the one picking up the package and opens it, only to find the bejewelled plug, even more, so the first time he works it into you and fucks you as he stares at it and he feels something hot course through it

-he would go fucking feral, you were usually so pretty in jewellery but somehow you were even prettier now with the moans spilling from your lips as he teasingly pushed against the jewel to feel it nudge through the thin walls to where his cock pushed into your absolutely sopping hole

-FUCKING IMAGINE THIS MAN WANTING YOU TO WEAR IT WHILE YOU GO OVER TO YOUR FAMILY FOR A DINNER

-the whole getting ready together needed to be done twice as he leaves your hair dishevelled and his shirt wet around the wrist after fingering you for being so good to him as he slips the plug inside you

-he would be so smug the whole evening, noticing how you shift, favouring to lean more on one side than the other, legs crossed, all to keep some of your weight of what’s hidden beneath the innocent-looking dress

-he would definitely join you in the kitchen once you finish helping your mother dish off the table, offering that he could take over her role and let her rest sweet talker Riley initiated, receiving endless indirect praise from your mother as she gushes what a man you've found to you as she wanders into the living room where you dad is

Though smiling at her until she disappears, you were suspicious of Ghost's intentions, only to be proven right when rather than fetching the desserts from the fridge, he circles his arm around your waist. 'Does your daddy know his little princess likes jewels up her arse when she gets fucked? ’ As the whispered words curl over your ear, his hand slide down the curve of your ass, making you straighten. The once cold but now body-temperature metal inside you was all the more noticeable even if Ghost didn’t toy with it like he loved to do while having you bent over in front of him. ’Simon, behave’, you scolded him in a hushed voice, starting to regret that you let him convince you to do this. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he chuckled. ’Don’t play shy now, lovie, you didn’t seem to mind one bit when I worked it into you earlier' . Your hand shot to his thigh, nails digging into the meaty muscle as Ghost cheekily slipped his hand to brush beneath your rear, fingers spreading wide as he pushed his palm up, jostling the plug nestle inside you. Your head snaps to the side to look over your shoulder, all of a sudden worried either of your parents had entered the kitchen again without you noticing. 'You said you wouldn’t tease', the sentence was whiny, rushed, as you looked at him now, a slight scowl on your features despite neither your mother nor father standing stunned in the doorway. ’Impossible to when knowing what a pretty sight will greet me when we get home'. Ghost wasn't sorry at all, only a devilish smirk meeting you as he spoke in a husky voice. 'I can very well leave you high and dry once we get home'. 'Getting feisty? Hm?' There’s a dark glint in his eyes as he leans down to your ear after licking his lips. 'We both know you’ll be dripping once we get back, dirty fucking girl getting off on having matching jewellery around her neck and inside her that no one but I know ’bout”. He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder a your mouth falls open, as if the gentlemanly action would soothe the burning desire he ignited in you and leaves you with as he pulls away, retrieving the dessert your mother raked earlier during the day.

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crystlizabeth · 7 months

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Can you write something with Simon Riley x curvy African American new recruit ?? These writers do not write for the black girlies. Flirting, nsfw, anything

Little taste of color

Simon Riley x BlackFem!reader

Summary: Hard week of training he found himself out for a drink little did Simon know he would find himself accompanied by the new recruit. Inviting herself next to him.

Warnings: cursing, suggestive, smut, use of alcohol (I hope this is to your liking for I saw you other and one I couldn’t really think of anything in the field work and I accidentally deleted it- sorry babes!) Readers code name is Fox!, public sex, the reader is a tease, man handling, degrading, praising, hair pullin, choking. Not properly proofread 🤗

A drink was what he needed a long fucking week with the new recruits coming in having to deal with them like the were children. A particularly recruit stood out, she was a transfer from America Lanswell saying she would be a good fit for the team as to give her a chance. But she irritated Ghost, giving him attitude though he was her superior, and Simon would punish her and she take it with a smile. A grin plastered on her face as she ran laps for hours on end, god that pissed him off.

And to think he would get a break from that hell there she sat at the bar talking to the bartender. Simon stood in the doorway for a moment taking a look at her, his eyes trailing her just as he made it to her just to find her looking right back at him. Her face being held by her hand a sly grin spread across her lips. He watched closely as her tongue traced the bottom of her top teeth.

Simon felt as if he was being hunted he felt— intimidate and god he hated it. He would be lying if he didn’t admit she was gorgeous but oddly enough scary, in the way she was incredibly skilled. He turned his head avoiding her eyes going to sit at the bar multiple seats away from her.

He took a moment to breath his hands running down his masked face. This was the last thing he wanted, he just wanted to be alone but she had other ideas. He could feel her presence, yet decided to ignore it.

“It’s rude to ignore people Ghost.” She hummed her fingers running around the rim of her glass.

“Didn’t come to socialize Fox..” he took a swig of his drink.

She laughed lightly that caused Simon to glance at her, to his surprise he got an eye full of the top of her boobs. The top she wore very low cut her tattoos that laid on her chest of full display. “Whatcha lookin at LT..” she smiled Simons eyes quickly meeting hers. Looking away causing her to let out a pleased sigh, he felt hot in a bad way a way he shouldn’t feel towards one of his recruits.

But he’s a man.

And she is a sly fucking Fox.

“Soo, Lieutenant what do you drink? Whisky I take it, Hmm Jameson?” She said finishing of her drink, wiping the little bit of the side of her mouth.

His eyes watching but still answering her “Mmhm Jack Daniels here and there, I take it your a vodka type of girl..” he muttered.

Her head tilted to the side a little bit her sly smile lingered on her lined glossed lips, he wouldn’t mind seeing the dark gloss on his skin. As his mind ran wild her voice broke him out of his thoughts “More of a Tequila girl, Casamigos or— patron..” she hummed.

Interesting he thought, watching her order herself another drink he noticed a silver ball on her tongue. No fucking way, he thought watching her lick a bit of salt off of her new drink sipping on the clear liquid.

Simon could feel his pants tightening, cursing lowly to himself he picked up his glasses swallowing the dark alcohol. “Not taking it slow huh?” She asked.

His dark eyes met hers, “Pardon?”

“You just swallowed the whole glass pretty much..” she cackled, why did he feel so defensive he felt as if she was mocking him for fuck sake.

She leaned in closer her right arm leaning on the bar as she faced him, her dark curls falling in to her face as she looked as him her eyes practically looking straight through him. Maybe the Alcohol was finally getting to him because he wouldn’t mind wiping the sly grin of her face pushing it into the wall as he took her as he pleased.

She let her hand touch his forearm leaning up twords Simons ear, “What got you all hot as bothered LT?” She whispered her hot breath touching his ear. He closed his eyes holding his breath feeling her sit back down.

“What do you want Newbie.” He spoke his voice low, she smiled biting her lip he hands falling between her thighs squeezing her hands.

“We’re both adults Lieutenant, and I believe that you need a taste of color huh?” Her grin becoming wider,

“White boy wasted on brown liquor..” her seductive tone dripping of her wet tongue. He felt her foot run up his clothed leg slowly getting higher, Simons large hand wrapping around her ankle squeezing it as a warning.

“Do you know what your doing.” He said.

“Yeah, I do..”

She had been railing him up for the past twenty minutes, just to see if maybe he was actually going to give her a second glance. Her superior had actually been checking her out, to him she was nothing but a giant tease. He let go of her ankle, watching as She got up her ass bouncing with every step she took waking towards the bathroom turning the corner with a wink. Was he gonna follow her— yeah, he was.

Opening the door he saw her leaning against the sink, her body on display. “Take ‘em off.” He said pointing at her jeans.

“Make me.”

So he did walking over to her he grabbed her pants unbuttoning them starting to pulling them down, her hands gripped on to his biceps looking up at him through her lashes. One of her hands trailing up to his mask her fingers going under them, his hand quickly grabbed her wrist stoping her.

“It stays on.”

“I just want your lips lieutenant..” she whimpered..

Groaning he let himself pull the mask up over his lips, her eyes fell hungry admiring his scared lip. She pulled him down her lips pressing against his hungry, he picked her up placing her on the countered sink pulling her jeans the rest of the way down to her ankles. He leaned into the kiss he could feel her gloss lingering on his lips, pulling away he glued in the mirror seeing the dark kiss marks on his lips around his mouth a lazy smirk fell his face as he looked back down at the darker woman.

“What just gonna look at yo’self.” She sassed.

He let his fingers hook around her panties only to stop, instead letting his thumb find her clit rubbing gentle circles around it. He watched as she sat up a bit more her eyes squeezing shit, her mouth falling agape.

“Hmm that feel good sweetheart..” he teased, leaning down kissing the side of her face down to her neck his thumb still going in circles. His lips trailed down her neck soon kissing the top of her breast soon his face fell between her legs. Pressing kisses on the wet spot that was displayed on her panties, he felt her thighs squeeze his face slightly Simon could hear her muffled moans her fingers griping the top of his mask. Pushing her leg out he pushed the black underwear his tongue laid flat licking up against her folds, that made her break the throaty moan escaping her lips.

He let his knees touch the floor his arm wrapping underneath her thighs pulling her to his face letting himself eat her whole, her moans getting louder casing him to reach up two of his fingers entering her mouth pressing on her tongue causing her to close her mouth. Her hand wrapped around his wrist, her hips falling into his face as he ate her out.

“Fuck— Ghost..” she choked, his fingers falling out her mouth his hand wrapping around her pretty little neck.

That made her arch god she wanted to come right then and there, his grip tightened around her neck as her thighs tightened around his face.

“Atta girl common cum for me.” He spoke muffled by her thighs.

A breath moan came from her mouth as she came. He came up catching her lips, “yeah pretty girl— was that good?” He said slapping her pussy softly a cheeky laugh coming from him hearing her yelp.

“Fuck you—” she whined.

“Yeah was planning on it.” He said pulling her off the counter turning her towards the mirror.

Pushing on here back here chest pressed against the counter Simon letting his hands pull here up by her hips slightly her as on display for him. Fuck it looked even better out of her combat pants, “Ya ready for me?” He asked watching the woman in front of him nod.

“Speak when spoken to Sargent.” His hands griping her hips harshly.

“Ah— yes, I’m ready—I’m ready for you..” she hissed.

A small smirk falling across his lips as he gave himself a few pumps before rubbing in between her dripping folds. Simon took into consideration entering her slowly watching her mouth fall open a quiet moan falling from her lips. “Atta girl… adjust f’ me..” he said pulling her up making her back touch his chest.

Simons arm snuck around to the front of her his forearm resting on her Brest his hand holding around her neck but not applying pressure. He soon let his hips move their skin slapping against one another mixed with the sounds of their arousal, he watched her as he fucked him self into her. Simon could feel her fuck her self back onto him, Simons right arm wrapped itself around her waist for more support. Her hand holding herself up on his forearm that was wrapped around her waist.

She looked so pretty like this, watching her keep quiet made him curious on just how loud she could be. “Fuck.. Lieutenant..” she moaned, her head falling down.

He let his hand squeeze her throat “Look up I want you to watch me ruin ya..” he spoke his mouth next to her ear.

A small whine came from her Simons hips still thrusting into her. Her head looking up into the mirror her eyes meeting his, “yeah—atta girl” he said.

He quickly repositioned putting her leg onto the counter his hand grabbing a fist full of her hair keeping her eyes on herself in the mirror, his other hand resting on her hip continuously fucking into her.

“Common slut take it like a good girl.” He said gripping the fat on her hip harder.

“Imma cum— oh fuck..” she cried out.

Simon could feel her legs start shaking, disregarding what she said he continued fucking into her harshly watching her mouth fall open and her walls tighten around him he knew she was about to cum. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Wait till I say you can cum.” He growled leaning down close to her as he continued to fuck her.

“Please—-please.. i can’t hold it..” she pleaded. He only chuckled lightly watching her fall apart with every thrust.

He made her hold it, as he fucked her like a toy. But it was soon to come to an end feeling his own orgasm reach him. Her whiny pleads only making it come faster hearing her beg from him she was almost in tears. “Where would you like me to come..” he asked softly.

She wanted to say I’m me but he wouldn’t allow it, “in my mouth..” she spoke in a broken tone.

“Cum for me Fox, common sweetheart come for me..” he said leaning back up harshly thrusting into her.

Her walls tightened around him her orgasm finally hitting her as she shuttered a broken moan coming from her mouth.

“Good fucking girl..” he praised, he could feel her cum sticking to him creating a white ring around his cock.

“On your knees sweetheart.” He spoke.

She did as she was told her taking him in her mouth, it only took a few thrust before for his load filled her mouth the hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. “Yeah take it all slut.” He degraded holding the side of her face her nose almost touching his pelvis her eyes looking up at him with teary eyes. He could feel her swallowing making him hiss at the sensation.

They quickly cleaned up themselves finally remembering they were in a public bathroom. Fixing herself up in the mirror she noticed Simon looking at her.

“What?” She asked smiling as she wiped the mascara off from her under eye.

“This stays between up understood.”

She turned her body around facing him leaning her back against the counter looking up at him. Simon letting his hand fall on the sides of her.

“Your secret is safe with me.” She whispered kissing his mask.

Moving around him with a small giggle, “I’ll see you at training tomorrow LT.” She spoke giving him a sweet smile.

With thats he opens the door and left.

It was gonna be different now, really fucking different.

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axnrxn · 1 year

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hi, may i request for reader who looks really innocent and gentle but loves to give dirty jokes? or maybe reader that likes saying something ordinary but always has sexual innuendos. and she pretends like she doesn’t understand why they are laughing/embarrassed/groaning from what she said? please and thank you. i hope this one gets picked, ill be waiting and hoping. thanks! 🥰

Innuendos | MW2 characters (König, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish) x GN!reader

Warnings: Sexual innuendos, or my poor attempts at them. I made this fic GN now<3

König

You love to fluster this man endlessly, which isn't difficult to begin with. So instead of simply flustering him, you want to see how much you can fluster him.

During a mission, you turned to König and sighed dramatically.

“You'd better give me a pearl necklace when this is all over with, god knows I deserve one.”

“W-What?” König laughed nervously, attempting to cover up his embarrassment and dirty thoughts.

“You know, a pearl necklace? I could totally pull it off, I just know it,” you said casually, knowing exactly what your partner was thinking.

“Oh, uhm, like those fancy ones from the jewelry stores?” His Austrian accent thickened as he became more flustered.

König was silently thanking himself for keeping his face hidden because it was incredibly pink all the way down his neck, he could feel the heat radiating from his intense blush.

“Of course, what else would I be talking about?” you replied innocently, knowing full well that's not what you meant.

You just loved to make your taller, imposing partner squirm in his uniform. You smirked to yourself, seeing the slight sliver of his face visible through his hood turn visibly pink.

“You alright up there, König?” You asked with a little laugh, unable to completely hide your teasing.

“Mmm, yes” König groaned before answering you.

You walked off toward the rest of the team, leaving him to stew in his dirty thoughts.

“Scheiß” he muttered, believing you were out of earshot.

You smiled, having gotten the reaction you were going for.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You looked across the table to your lieutenant. Ghost gestured for you to get up from dinner, making you groan.

"Come on, relax a bit with the rest of us, Ghost." You whined, already tired from your sniper training.

"No rest for the wicked, sergeant." He replied sharply.

"Well, you had me on my knees all day." You groaned, deep down hoping that he caught your "unintentional" innuendo.

"What now?" He asked, caught off guard.

"Yeah, you had me on my knees all day for you. My knees and back are killing me now." You laid it on thicker, emphasizing 'all day' as you spoke.

"Well princess, you've gotta get a move on so we're ready for our mission in the morning. Need you on your A-game." He huffed, trying to avoid your eyes.

"My knees are gonna be too bruised to be on my A-game tomorrow thanks to you, lieutenant." You went on, trying to fluster your superior.

He wasn't budging much, given the stoic man he is, but you could tell your words made him a bit hot under the collar. He shifted his shoulders under the weight of his vest, straightening his back a bit as if to reassert his authority.

"Come on sergeant, you and me. You will be responsible for watching Soap's six. Let's go." He said gruffly, not waiting for another coy response from you before turning on his heel and leaving the common area you were eating in.

You sighed and hastily followed Ghost back toward the training area. As you got closer, you quieted your footsteps and peered around the corner, just enough to catch Ghost adjusting his noticeably tighter pants. You smirked, confirming that your words had a greater effect than he had let on.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

"God, I love a good sausage breakfast in the morning" you yawned as you dug into your food. Johnny had managed to find a local butcher shop willing to sell at cheap wholesale prices for you and 141.

"What ya say there, private?" Johnny asked, cocking his eyebrow at you.

"Sausage. In the morning. I love it. Thank you, Johnny" you replied between bites.

He chuckled, lightly punching your arm.

"O' course, y'know I'll always give ya sausage in the mornin'." he winked, watching you scarf down your breakfast.

"Well I expect sausage from you every morning from now on, Johnny" You stated, unwilling to end your innuendos with Johnny playing along.

Gaz made a dramatic gagging sound. The rest of 141 had enough of your flirting for the morning.

"Oi, slow down. Just enjoy it today, yeah?" His cheeks got a bit pink following Gaz's interruption.

"Mmm, alright Johnny." You replied, smiling.

As you were about to leave the common area, Johnny stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

"If ya want some extra, you know where to find me, yeah?" He whispered in your ear. He smirked at you as he walked back to his quarters.

"Don't have to tell me twice," you mumbled to yourself, looking for the least suspicious way to follow Johnny without the rest of 141 noticing.

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A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I wanted to make it unique for each character rather than recycling innuendos/scenarios! I only wrote for Konig, Ghost, and Soap because those are the characters whose speech I'm most familiar with. I want to write more for Alejandro, but I don't want to make him sound not like himself if that makes sense. Thank you anon for giving me my first request!

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lustrousgh0st · 2 years

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Dirty tongue

~🖤🔞🖤~ Simon “ghost” Riley x fem!reader (code name Fox)

Warnings/tags: just smut, I know very little about cod, blowjob, cum swallowing, reader is very flirty, I guess public sex If you squint, size difference, ghost is injured, blood, spit, tears, yeah idk what else it’s smut you probably know what to expect.

Notes: I don’t feel that proud of this but I hope you enjoy it, please comment and share if you do! Will probably do a part two.

‼️Minors dni! NSFW under the cut‼️

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Ghost had become accustomed to your lecherous comments and behaviour, no matter how many times he made you drop and do 20 you never gave in. In fact, you’d probably make a joke about how no man’s ever made you sweat so much. Ghost just accepted there was no changing you, It was probably your way of coping he guessed, it was hard doing this job so he couldn’t really blame you for trying to loosen the mood with a few dirty jokes.

Not that he minded at all having a hot woman making perverted jokes about him…In fact he’d say that he liked them a bit too much. It was that reason he so desperately wanted you to stop sometimes, he hated the way his cock would betray him when you made dirty comments.

Fuck knows the last time he got his dick wet and touching himself was near impossible most the time, he was depraved, frustrated.

He knew for sure that if you ever made even a hint that you weren’t joking he’d be all over you in an embarrassing time.

Right now you were tarring the squad van out of enemy territory with Ghost in the passenger seat clutching his shoulder making incredibly questionable moans.

“Shit”

he whispered through gritted teeth as you hit a bump

“sorry sir, roads a bit bumpy”

you apologised, watching him from the corner of your eye. The grimace of pain that was painted in his eyes was…oddly attractive “Hmm fuck” his voice purred right in your chest

“Jesus L.T you been shot or are you getting your dick sucked?”

You bantered. He shifted in his seat, blood trickling between his fingers

“don’t think you’d know what that sounds like sweetheart”

he retorted and you chuckled “no but I’d loveee to find out” you smirked and ghost just glared “shut the fuck up fox” he said flatly.

“Oooh you gonna make me sir?”

You giggled knowing full well you were pushing your luck now, Ghosts grip tightened and he sighed hard “drive” was all he said with a tone you don’t hear from him often. You lifted your hands apologetically with out leaving the wheel

“alright, alright, I’ll stop….how you holding up?”

You asked, changing the subject. Your lieutenant rested his head back onto the seat “I’m fine, just keep your eyes on the road” you could tell he wasn’t really okay but you knew better than to challenge your superior and so you focused on getting to base as fast as possible.

You pulled up fast outside the medic tent and quickly got out to open the passenger door for him, you wanted to offer your hand for support but you knew better than that. After you’d seen ghost inside and made sure the medic was seeing to his gun shot wound you went to quickly freshen yourself up before being called to help distribute some supplies.

You saw one labeled first aid and you quickly picked it up, seizing your chance to go check on your lieutenant. You pushed through the tent opening and surprisingly found it quite empty, only the medic could be seen washing his hands. You placed the supply box down on a bench nearby

“how’s he doing?”

You asked and the medic chuckled “well..he’s patched up” he nodded his head to one of the tented off areas at the back and you nodded in acknowledgement.

“Lieutenaaant”

you sang out before gently pulling back the sheet that covered the space, your eyes quickly met the form of ghosts topless body, littered with old scars and bruises that were still healing. A thick bandage now covered the fresh entry and exit wound on his shoulder from the bullet.

Your eyes trailed the length of his muscular body, taking note of the prominent veins that popped beneath his weirdly soft looking skin. Of course he was still wearing that damn balaclava, his blood soaked shirt discarded on the floor

“oh hellooo sailor”

you whistle with a raise of your eyebrows. Ghost, for once in his life, looked surprised before it quickly turned to his usual grimace, he sighed heavy as he lent back onto the cart that held medical supplies

“the hell are you doing in here?”

He questioned. Your eyes were still fixed on his body, taking every moment to savour the most amount of skin you’d ever seen of this man

“just droppin’ off a box of supplies and thought I’d check in on ya….glad I did”

you giggled finally meeting his eyes. Ghost folded his arms, chest being pushed up against his forearms and you noticed the little amused huff he gave. Despite his usual cold demeanour you could tell he found your banter amusing at times, like a dad who didn’t want to laugh at his child’s inappropriate jokes because the wife would tell him off.

He had to keep up the power balance of him being your lieutenant, can’t have you thinking you’re allowed to step out of line. Not with out punishment that is

“You should get back to it then soldier… t’s not wise to be ogling your superior”

he said lowly but you only stepped closer, too close

“awh come on sir, at least let me savour the view first…ya know, for later” you smirked and he swallowed thickly at your hint. The implication you’d touch yourself to the image of him was too much, it was sending his mind into overdrive.

It wasn’t often he stopped using his brain and started being controlled by his dick but right now he was so fucking horny just being alone in this tented off space was enough to get his hormones flipping out.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you ya know that”

he purred, his eyes going dark and palms sweating as he looked down at you, so fucking close he thought, he could be on you before you even had time to realise.

“so I’ve been told” you replied and you dared to try touch his chest but your wrist was quickly gripped hard.

“s’gonna get you in a lot of trouble one day”

his voice low and heavy as he glared down at you still holding your wrist in a vice grip, your heart beating a million miles an hour at the close proximity and tension that weighs heavy in your throat every time you breathe. The air felt thick, this was different to your usual flirty banter, felt like the tension had finally reached the limit and had nothing to do but snap.

“I believe it already has sir”

your voice barely a whisper, you were really walking on thin ice now

“it appears so”

he said, you maintained the heavy eye contact he was holding as his hand slipped from your wrist and traveled up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its path. Reaching your shoulder and then your neck, thumb grazing over your pulse, he noticed the way it was thumping under his touch.

He gently grazed your jawline before slipping his grip into the back of your hair, so fast you couldn’t even register the movement. You inhaled sharply at the tight tug on the roots of your hair, your hand instinctively coming to hold onto his wrist. You both stared silently for a moment before ghost lent in, resting right by your ear, you could hardly breathe

“you wanna know what I really sound like?”

For a split second you didn’t understand, until you remembered what you’d said in the truck earlier and suddenly it felt like your stomach may vacate your body.

“Y..yes sir”

you said breathlessly, the mask of your nonchalant flirtatious attitude slipping away as it suddenly became reality. Ghost lent back, his grip loosening and coming to hook under your jaw, pulling your eyes up to meet his since he was just so much fucking taller than you.

“go on then”

he cocked a brow and you could hear the smirk in his voice, the cocky shit, you felt like a deer in the headlights of an 18 wheeler.

“really?” you questioned in disbelief, he rested back onto the cart again and waited expectingly “really” he repeated. You blinked, wide eyed while your brain rebooted, slowly falling to your knees just in front of him, your face for sure flushed a deep shade of pink.

He felt the tension in his pants grow almost impossibly tighter at the sight, the anticipation of what you were going to do, he couldn’t remember the last time he got his dick sucked.

Too long for sure.

You fumbled with his heavy belt, the significant bulge reaching down the inside of his thigh made your hands sweaty as you pictured it. You ran your fingers over the length, earning a heavy sigh from the man and then placed a trail of kisses down to the tip which had him grinding his hips forward.

Every time you glanced up you were met with that constant eye contact, making your heart pound over and over. Now that you’d unbuckled his belt and pants it was time to free the monster so to speak, shit you were nervous, what if he didn’t like it? Thought you were shit, what if you fucked up and scraped your teeth against him? Oh the embarrassment. Worst of all what if you couldn’t make him cum? Fuck, you’d have to leave the task force for sure, move country, get a new profession, change your name.

All the over thinking was making your mouth dry and that was definitely not what you needed before sucking a dick. You closed your eyes and shook your head ever so gently to mentally reset yourself and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread on your face as you realised just how crazy this was “something funny?” Ghost questioned and you shook your head

“no….well, just this is so crazy, I mean I’m actually about to suck your dick. You, my lieutenant”

ghost hummed in acknowledgement.

“quite the situation you’ve got yourself into sweetheart”

he purred, reaching to pull the band of his boxers down exposing the base of his cock, thick veins snaking down his shaft. You felt yourself throbbing at the sight, the way his hands looked, the veins on his arms and flexed muscles, the trail of hair from his belly button.

The scent of natural musk and sweat coming from him had you feeling almost animalistic, slick coating your underwear

“hmm come on sir, get your cock out already, I’m dying to see”

you bit your lip. Trailing your hands along the soft skin of his abdomen he throbbed when you got inches away from his dick

“shit, dirty girl”

he hummed as he finally pulled himself free, thick and heavy hanging over the waist of his boxers and pants. Oh my fucking god it was gorgeous, perfect, mouth watering. You wasted no time taking hold of it, your fingers just barely connecting

“holy shit L.T how do you walk with this thing?” You said bewildered.

“I’d say a 3rd leg makes walking easier”

he quipped, fuck he’s self aware “fuck off” you bantered and ghost chuckled.

It kept throbbing in your grip, heavy as you stroked the full length, a clear bead seeping from the tip which you eagerly dragged along your tongue while your eyes stayed locked on his. The feeling of your tongue sent a shiver up his spine, the hairs on his arm standing on end as he stared at your mouth.

The hot, wet hole he wanted to fuck so bad taunting him and when you finally sealed your lips around the head he groaned almost pathetically desperate. You wished you had the self control to slowly tease him, working his dick until he whined and begged but right now you just wanted him to fuck your mouth. Wanted to feel him sitting hot and heavy on your tongue, wanted his blunt head to force it’s way down your throat, wanted to taste the salty thick cum at the end of it all and prove your loyalty by swallowing it. Ghosts head lolled back as the pleasure swept his body

“fuuuuck”

he groaned deeply, his hand coming down to encompass the back of your head, almost able to fully cover the circumference. You hummed with lust while taking him as deep as you could, it wasn’t his full length but it didn’t seem like he minded, probably just happy to be getting his dick sucked.

He held your head steady and ever so gently fucked his hips into you, spit started to slip down your chin, the thickness of his dick pushing it out with every movement. Ghost never let up on his noises, moaning and purring deep in his throat constantly, it would be no secret what was going on behind these curtains if anyone overheard.

One hand stayed braced on his muscular thigh as you moved the other to cup his heavy balls, he jolted a bit at the touch but soon cursed hard when you started gently fondling them.

“Bloody hell fox”

it was laced with his heavy accent “shit that’s good” his hold on the back of your head suddenly became a tight grip, once again tugging on your hair. You were no longer in control of your head, ghost taking complete dominance, you just had to do your best to not choke or gag but tears were starting to weep from your eyes. When ghost looked down to see your sweet eyes filled with glossy tears, eyebrows furrowed together and soft pink-lips parted over his cock he felt his balls tighten painfully

“oh sweetheart..keep looking at me like that and I won’t last”

That didn’t exactly make you stop, the idea you could make him cum so easy was only incentive for you, wanted him to never forget it. You took the hand that was playing with his balls and wrapped it around the head of his cock, placing your mouth on the end and stroking down his length until it entered your mouth again.

You used your hand and mouth to jerk him off for probably all of 5 seconds before he was forcing your movements to still, breathing out a heavy

“careful”

it was a low husk laced with lust. You smirked devilishly “why?” Continuing to lick the tip but his tight grip in your hair soon pulled you away but you quickly defied him and continued working your hand.

Eventually ghost gave up trying to resist, giving in to your movements and releasing his grip on you in favour of leaning back

“Jesus christ”

he said in ecstasy, you felt him trembling, twitching and throbbing all over. He was close, so close and you never imagined such a wall of a man to be so vocal and trembling when getting his dick sucked. Ghost could feel the twinge every time your hand slid over the sensitive tip, he wouldn’t lie he felt embarrassed to be cuming so fast but shit you knew how to work his cock.

When he started practically panting and knuckles going white you knew that was the cue so you stuck out your tongue and stroked him against it. That face, that fucking face, eyes blown with lust, hot tongue acting as a pillow for his dick, Jesus it had him cuming hard.

Thick globs of hot white coating your tongue and lips as he moaned like a porn star, you’re gonna replay that sound in your memory so many times for sure. His chest still heaved as he burned the image of his cum decorating your mouth into his wank bank.

“Fuck, keep looking at me”

he husked, cock still bobbing with post orgasm sensitivity “look so good like that” he watched as you used your tongue to swipe his cum from your lips.

As you were still licking the mess up you both heard someone enter the tent, ghost quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and you just about got to your feet before footsteps approached the bay “L.T?” Soaps voice called.

Your eyes shot wide and ghost gave you a look that said “act fuckin’ normal” as he called back to the man, your comrade pulled back the curtain and raised a brow when he saw you both.

“S’goin on in here?“

he smiled suspiciously “Johnny” ghosts commanding voice replied as though he wasn’t just trembling and whining moments ago. Soap flicked his eyes between you two, your hair still slightly messed and face flushed, he was definitely suspicious but he remained casual

“just checkin you’re good sir, been in here a while is all, men were askin”

he motioned behind him. Ghost cleared his throat, noticing the way his belt was still loosely undone

“I’m fine McTavish, take more than a bullet to the shoulder to kill me”

and soap laughed “too right L.T”. Soap gave a gentle nod to ghost and winked at you before starting to leave when he stoped in his tracks

“oh sir…put a shirt on, yeah?”

He smirked and left leaving the both of you to linger in the embarrassment. When your eyes flicked back to ghost his gaze was already fixed on you, he gestured for you to come to him and you did. He stroked your face, moving your hair out the way

“I guess I should go”

you mumbled kinda forlornly and ghost hummed in agreement. His hand snaked down your waist to your ass and squeezed a handful “come to my tent later” he suggested against the skin of your neck, clothed lips leaving a trail.

“Oh? Was that not enough? You horndog lieutenant”

You joked but your breath hitched when one of his hands moved to your waistline and teased at the skin underneath. Your heart was racing again

“Hmm no, I’m just not the kind of guy to not return the favour”

Oh, oh my god. You bit your lip at the thought

“Is that so?”

“It is”

“Well then, my hands are tied” you smirked before placing a longing gentle kiss over his balaclava, having to get on the balls of your feet to reach.

“Go on soldier” Ghost smacked your ass as you turned to leave, making you flinch, and you had to quickly wipe the wide smile from your face before you left the med tent.

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incideous · 2 years

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˓𓄹 ࣪˖ CRIMINAL • simon “ghost” riley & johnny “soap” mactavish

♡ pairing: simon riley x fem!reader x johnny mactavish

♡ word count: 5.5k (stayed up til 4am just to finish it, as the horny hours have TRANSCENDED!!!)

♡ bunny’s note:: I was supposed to release this on my birthday (which was yesterday) but I wasn’t feeling right so guess what, you getting it today. and this shit is SPICYYY!

♡ content contains: throat fucking, rough sex, slight spanking, sexual degradation, dom!simon, dom!johnny, sub!reader, face riding, slapping, talk about murder, double penetrating (2 dicks, 1 hole), nipple play, cumplay, creampie, hair pulling, orgasm denial, extreme dirty talk

You woke up to the sound of glass shattering, a loud ringing sound before there was utter silence. It took you a few seconds to realize what was going on. Have you been dreaming? No, you were for sure not, you knew you had heard glass shatter in the other room somewhere.

It couldn’t be anything but an intruder since you were home alone. a cold sweat came across your body, your nerves beginning to build, driving you absolutely wild.

You were getting scared now, nothing but silence in the house. Not one sound of movement, breathing, nothing. you looked at the clock next to your bed, 3:49 am. You felt every bone in your body freeze. You wanted to get up, you really did but something in you just couldn’t. if there was really an intruder, you’d be fucked.

Then, just as your fingers began to lift up your blanket, you heard it. Footsteps.

Someone was in your home. Your eyes widened as you peered at your closed bathroom door. Whoever it was, they surely were just trying to rob you, right? They could take whatever they wanted as long as it wasn’t your life.

You stared at the bedroom door, a single drop of sweat sliding down your forehead onto your blanket. You weren’t hot, no. Just extremely nervous. in fact, if anything, you were freezing. your blood was running cold, a shiver running down your spine as you listened to the footsteps. They moved slow, steady and sly, like a snake.

Your hearts basically pounding into your chest at this point. Letting out a shaky breath, you didn’t even realize that your fingers were trembling against the covers.

Please don’t come this way, please…

You were never that religious but you suddenly found yourself bowing your head, praying for forgiveness for whatever you had done for this to be your fate. Suddenly, everything was silent.

You were still mumbling your prayer, “Please father forgive me for whatever my wrongdoings may have been. I-”

You lifted your head as you heard a sudden stomp of footsteps directly outside your bedroom door. You saw a shadow underneath the door frame, two feet. No. Four.

There was not just one intruder in your home. There were two. You cursed yourself for not turning off the hall light, you’d rather not see them as they made the situation worse.

You hadn’t even noticed that you began to cry, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you bit the inside of them, tasting the rusty flavor of blood. Your teeth chattered in nervousness, biting down hard on your bottom lip as you heard the door knob begin to twist.

You shook in fear when the door opened, two men walking into the room. They both had masks on from what you could see, horrifying you. They were dressed in all black, feet shuffling across the wood floor.

Your lip started to bleed from how hard you were biting down on it, your body cold and shaking. You could feel the intruders cold hard stares on you, one beginning to move towards you.

“And so there you are, little miss L/N- I really would have come sooner but it isn’t that easy finding someone as important as your address.” An incredibly deep voice spoke. You trembled a bit more. Who in the actual fuck could this be? and how the hell did he know your name?

“You know-” the deep voice paused, his tongue clicking as he seemed to be in deep thought. “I searched everywhere for you. When I couldn’t find you anywhere I figured I’d have to do with breaking into your base, finding your address for myself once and for all and now here we are.”

His voice seemed anything but joyful. He seemed cold. You were shaking just thinking about what they were going to do to you. More specifically, him.

“You see, I’ve been watching you Y/N,” he even knows your first name? “I must say, i’m not amused with how poorly you speak on my name.” He continued to speak and now, your thoughts were running wild. Who could this possibly be? Who is this person inside of your home and what does he mean? Your mind clicks to your ex-boyfriend, Phillip Graves, he must’ve set you up and this must all be a joke.

“are you catching on yet?” The intruder asked you, the one next to him cocking his head to the side to stare at you.

You shook your head anxiously.

“Speak.”

Then, it flooded out of you.

“N-no, I don't know what you’re talking about, in fact, I don’t even know who you are. Just please don’t hurt me, please.” You practically begged at this point, the first male letting out a deep chuckle.

What he said next has your blood running cold.

“Does the name “Ghost” ring a bell?” He asked, though it wasn’t actually a question, more like telling you because of course you knew who Ghost was. It’s Simon Riley. One of most notorious criminals in the city, for fucks sakes he’s part of the infamous TF-141. He wasn’t one to play with at all.

“Ah, so it does.” he chuckles deeply, “Soap, why don’t you turn on the lights, I think Miss Y/N has some explaining to do.”

The second male moved to the light switch, flicking it on as quickly as he could. The room instantly lit up, you’re shaking and now, they could tell your exact reaction to their presence.

“You see Y/N, you haven’t said any nice things about me. You’re not a very nice girl.” Ghost spoke out, face still hidden under a mask.

You’re still quaking, that was until he said something that made you pissed beyond belief.

“You know I’m going to kill you tonight, right? ‘M gonna enjoy watching you beg for your life, on your knees, tears running down your pretty little face. You know, has your daddy ever taught you to not talk bad about those who you don’t know?” He huskily voiced out, laughing towards the end.

“Fuck you.” You snarled now angry tears streaming down your cheek.

“Ah, so she finally appears. Hello Y/N, I’ve been expecting you.” He teases, voice loud and practically shakes the room.

It was like a certain switch inside you was turned and now, you were furious. Who the hell does he think he is, storming into your house with some friend, threatening you.

“What the hell do you want, Ghost? You’re gonna kill me? All because i’m putting your bad behavior out to the world, showing them what you really are?” You were shaking in anger, pausing to collect your breath. “What are we, in kindergarten? You’re getting offended and hurt over the truth? The truth that you’re an evil bastard who scandals to make a living? You know what, fuck you…”

You didn’t know what he said that pissed you off so much but it did and now he was pissed.

“You got quite the mouth on you, princess. no one’s ever taught you how to use it, I suppose.” The other male spoke, his voice was somewhat as deep as Simon’s, it was a little softer.

Ghost agreed with him, “Sure seems like it.”

You rolled your eyes, the tears now dead and gone. “So what’re you waiting for Simon? Go on, shoot me. Kill me.” You challenged him, a dark scowl forming on his face behind the mask.

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe.”

You looked him in the eyes, his eyes a dark brown color. You guys go way back and he’s always been a criminal, a scandalous villain.

You see, you’re a news reporter and one of your biggest stories almost every week is now how Simon Riley has just managed to pull off a $5 million dollar heist. He has even killed people you’re sure. Of course, he was “proven” innocent but you knew he had paid someone off to get him off the hook. Hell, he was threatening you now.

“Let’s think back to your most recent report about me, shall we?” Ghost smiles behind his mask, tapping his finger on his temple as if he’s in deep thought. “Ah!” He dramatically smirks.

You shook your head knowing exactly what he’s talking about. Your most recent report about him was bad, not the worse but still bad.

“Notorious criminal known as Ghost was seen strolling into a luxury boutique on 6th Avenue yesterday evening. Ghost, if you’re watching, what’s next? What evil plan do you have up your sleeve now? If you’re done being a real piece of work, our city would like a piece of peace. We ask that you only begin to respect others in your-” Simon paused, taking a moment to think. “What was it you said? Oh, careless, heartless soul. You’re not welcome in this city, Ghost.”

“I was watching Y/N. You didn’t think that I’d watch my favorite news reporter did you?” He taunted you. You didn’t know why you felt yourself soften a bit at his words even when he was literally mocking you.

“You’re not very nice, baby.”

“Oh because you’re such an angel, right?” You mocked him, a dark glint reappearing in both his and his accomplice’s eyes.

You felt your breath hitch as he removed his mask, his overly attractive face coming into view. You’d never met him in person and you were sick to say that he was easily the most attractive man you’ve ever come across. His eyes were like chocolates, lips pink and naturally in a line, and his skin glowed under the light. He looked… tasty.

You cursed yourself for thinking what you were but you couldn’t help it. The fact that you hadn’t been touched by a man in months didn’t help either.

The other man followed Ghost’s lead, removing his mask almost directly after. You felt yourself throb at his facial features. He was breathtaking . His skin was a little darker than Ghost’s, plumper lips also a nice shade of pink. They both looked fucking amazing.

You hadn’t known you were so deeply wrapped up in staring at them until Simon cleared his throat, a cocky smirk played out on his lips. “you're staring baby, like what you see, huh?”

You almost couldn’t speak, wrapped up in their extremely good looks. Why was it always the worst guys who had to look the best?

“I’m no rocket scientist but if I was I’d say that you’re definitely giving Johnny here something similar to the sort.” Simon spoke, a deep laugh leaving his lips. You didn’t catch on until you looked at “Johnny.”

There was a huge bulge in his tight blue jeans and you were sure you couldn’t have been the cause of it. At the same time, it made your thoughts run wild. Has he possibly gotten turned on by you?

A small smirk crept up on Soap’s face as he peered down at you. “And I’m no woman expert but isn’t a hard nipple a sign of being horny?” Simon cockily turns his head to you, a smirk evident on his beautiful features.

You hated what you were thinking. You couldn’t stand that you wanted both of them to just destroy you in this exact moment. It absolutely made you sick that you wanted them both.

“I’m cold.” You blunted replied, covering your chest by pulling the thin blanket over. You cursed yourself for only wearing panties to sleep. You had done this since you moved out of your parents house, Graves always telling you that one day you’d regret it if you woke up and there was a sudden incident where you’d have to run outside in the spur of the moment. Now it wasn’t one of those times.

You didn’t want to get up and leave. You wanted to get up and kiss the two men right in front of you. Wanted to do the unspeakable.

Ghost laughed, looking at your alarm clock which had the temperature displayed. “It’s 80º F. There’s no way you’re cold.”

You shook your head. How could you possibly admit to your worst enemy that you wanted him and his partner to fuck you until you see stars? You just couldn’t, right?

“Admit it.” Simon spoke, his deep voice rough and filled with want, “you’re horny.”

You rolled your eyes, “am not.”

Though you were, you just didn’t want to give him the opportunity to say that he got you all hot and bothered for him.

“Don’t lie, lying doesn’t look good on such a pretty girl like you.” Johnny spoke from the right side of you, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“I bet you’re so soaked right now-” a dark smirk on Ghost’s face. “If you’ve gotten so flustered over just our faces, what’re you going to do when you see the real star of the show?” He looked down at his crotch. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

Something was telling you to just tell them to leave, to try and run but you just just couldn’t.

You slowly stood, the thin blanket that was wrapped around you to hide your breasts fell to the bed, both Simon and Johnny’s eyes on your beautiful figure.

You didn’t know why you were doing this, something inside you just clicked and now, here you are. You placed your dainty hand on Simon’s cheek feeling his incredibly soft skin. You felt him tense up under your touch as he was in a zone for a second. That was until you placed your lips on his, tasting vanilla.

It took him a second to catch on, his lips beginning to move against yours. Though, neither of you were going slow. It was like you pressed your lips against his, it took him as second to realize what was going on and boom, his tongue was dancing against yours and your teeth were nipping his bottom lip.

His big hands roamed down your silk skin until he reached your ass, which he firmly gripped on, his nails clawing at the sensitive skin. You whimpered into his mouth sending him into a whole new attitude.

He came here for a reason. He wouldn’t tell you yet but he was thinking this was much better than any reason he could think of.

Your pussy throbbed as you felt his hardening cock straining against his jeans, pressed against your stomach.

He was fighting back a groan as you slipped your free hand underneath his jacket, feeling up his hard abdomen. It felt like a brick, god you hadn’t known he was this fit.

He pulled away from the kiss with a hearse bite to your bottom lip, a small whimper leaving your kiss swollen lips. His lips were a dark red from the kiss, eyes still a glowing brown color.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Ghost mumbles to you, his hands still gripping onto your ass. You nod rather quickly, never trusting yourself more than now. You didn’t care about the outcome, you just needed him and Soap, obviously.

A sinister smirk makes its way onto his delicious lips, his big hand delivering a harsh smack to your ass. Johnny watches as it jiggles, his mouth watering. He couldn’t wait to devour you.

“You made a big mistake fucking with me, babydoll, know I guess you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Get on your knees.” Simon whispers into your ear, slapping your almost redend ass once more before you obey, dropping to your knees at his command.

He takes off his jacket and shirt finally revealing his extremely fit body. You’d get to take off your panties but you could feel the wetness of your arousal leaking onto your thighs as you prepped yourself onto your knees.

You reach up to unbuckle Simon’s pants which he lightly slaps your hands away. “Hands behind your back.”

You were melting in excitement, biting down hard on your bottom lip as he undid his belt buckle, dropping down his jeans. Your heart dropped to your stomach when your eyes landed on his bulge. You could tell just from behind the cloth of his boxers, he was huge.

Simon chuckles as you stared at his bulge, his dick twitching in anticipation. Your eyes widened as he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out. He was hard, precum leaking from his swollen tip. Your mouth watered. God you just wanted to taste him.

“Look at you,” he spoke, his husky voice sending chills down your spine, “on your knees for someone you claim to hate more than anything. You don’t look like you hate me, baby girl.”

You couldn’t even talk back. You didn’t want to. You just wanted him.

“You wanna suck my cock, don’t you?” He teased, your cheeks hit as you felt his hot stare.

Soap was on your bed, palming against himself through his boxers. He discarded his pants long ago, waiting for Ghost’s orders. He knew better than to touch you without permission.

You nodded slowly, hips wiggling in eager excitement.

“Beg for it.” He whispered, pursing his lips as he stroked his cock, mere inches away from your face.

You pouted slowly, knowing he wasn’t gonna give in unless you obeyed.

“Please, Simon, please.” you practically begged, your voice coming just above a whisper.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me suck your cock” you whined softly, your lips pouty once again.

Simon nodded, stepping forward just a bit so his cock was pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth slightly, his dick coming between your lips to rest on your flattened tongue. “I think you know what to do.” He murmured, his hands resting behind his neck as he peered down at you.

You greedily took in his cock, lips wrapping around the thickness. He was easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. His cock hits the back of your throat rather quickly, a small gag coming from you.

“Slow down, doll, there’s plenty of time to be greedy.” He laughed. He noticed Soap on the bed and you on your knees and got the best idea.

“Johnny.” He called out, a bit breathless from the way your lips are wrapped around him. “How would you like to taste her?”

You and Soap both widened your eyes, your hands coming up to wrap around the remainder of Simon’s cock.

You didn’t see Johnny’s reaction but from the shuffling you heard behind you, you knew he’d agreed.

You see Ghost behind you, a smirk on his lips as you paused, confused as to what’s going on. Two hands were placed on your hips, lifting up just a little as Ghost slid underneath you.

It took a minute before you realized your knees were on either side of his face, your clothed pussy directly above his face. He winked at you, before pulling your panties to the side blowing cool air onto your dripping cunt.

Shivering at the contact, goosebumps began to form on your skin. You were staring down at Johnny as he slowly licked a stripe up your wet slit, a moan escaping your lips. You craved this kind of attention and now, you were getting it.

Johnny kept eye contact as he continued licking up and down your cunt in teasing motions. You were focused on him before a light slap was delivered to your cheek, resulting in you looking up in shock at Simon.

“I don’t think I told you to stop, angel.” He spoke, your lips instantly wrapping around his cock once again. He signed, his hips thrusting up a little at the contact.

Simon watched as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him, taking his cock into your mouth as far as you could. You began to bob your head up and down on this thick cock, a small groan escaping his lips.

You whimpered around his cock as Soap finally stopped teasing, wrapping his lips around your clit. Your nails dug into Simon’s thighs, sure to leave marks. Johnny began to suck on your clit, causing a small moan to vibrate against Ghost’s cock once again.

“Fuck, she’s so wet Simon.” Soap practically groans against your cunt, his lips attaching themselves around your clit once again. His teeth graze over the sensitive nub, causing you to jolt in both pleasure and sensitivity, all while Simon’s cock is still in your mouth.

Simon stares down at you, admiring the way you look below him. His hands come down to move a stray hair out of your face so he can have the perfect view.

Johnny on the other hand, loves the way your pussy is dripping at his contact, teasing a finger at your throbbing hole. You moan around Simon’s cock, your hands moving up and down his thick cock along with your mouth, quiet slurping sounds both coming from both you and Soap.

“What would everyone think if they knew their favorite news reporter was on her knees for me, sucking me off like the good little whore that she is?” You moaned at his words. You couldn’t think of a response, only took him deeper into your throat.

Ghost chuckled softly, “let’s see how far you can go, sweetheart.”

It was a matter of seconds before he was gripping at your hair, harshly pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. His hips began to thrust into your face, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at a rather rough pace. You blinked your eyes up at him, tears threatening to spill as you gagged around his cock.

You loved being manhandled, it drove you the good kind of nuts.

A tight groan emitted from Simon’s lips, his eyes clenched shut as he continued throat fucking you. Johnny’s finger decided to stop teasing, slipping into your tight cunt, a loud muffled moan coming from you. His teeth nibbled at your clit, finger pumping in and out of you slowly. Your hips rolled against his face, wanting more.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as Ghost continued to thrust, eyes now open and peering down into yours like the devil himself. He bit his bottom lip as he continued, his cock twitching in your throat. He was close and so were you.

Soap added another finger into your throbbing cunt , your walls clenching around him on instinct. He groaned against your clit, reaching up to slap it lightly. You shuttered, Simon’s cock cutting off your airflow as you focused on getting him off. Two more harsh thrusts and he still hadn’t cum yet, simply pulling out as you coughed a little, a string of his precum and saliva connecting from his cock to your mouth.

“I’m not cumming yet unless it’s in your pussy, understand?” He simply spoke, turning his attention to your body.

You nodded looking down at Johnny as you attempt to catch your breath. Your hips wiggled on his face as you rubbed your clit against his flattened tongue. His fingers curled inside of you, a cracked moan coming from you once again.

Simon leaned down, pulling your hands away so he could focus on your breasts. “Let me see these pretty tits, baby.” He smirked, his face coming down to blow hot air against your hardened nipples.

“mhmm please.” You whimpered, speaking to Simon. He mumbled something about “impatient angel” but then wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. You moaned, your hands digging into his brown locks. You tugged at the soft strands as his teeth grazed over the hard nub.

He chuckled against your breasts as Johnny began sucking on your clit, gripping your hips to keep you still.

You were so close, so on edge. You threw your head back as your orgasm approached, your legs trembling as you whimpered.

but then it all stopped.

Simon stood and Johnny stopped, sliding you up to have you stand. You whined softly, a smirk plastered on both of their perfect faces.

“You didn’t really think we were going to let you cum, did you?” Ghost asked seriously, looking at you and then at Soap.

“You naughty girl, naughty girls don’t get rewarded, you know.” Johnny spoke softly, licking his fingers which were still dripping in your arousal. He urged a finger to Simon, in which he wrapped his lips around sucking your juices off Johnny’s fingers.

“Sweet.” He whispered, his eyes darkening once again.

You looked to Soap who had a wet spot in the middle of his boxers where his cock still stood, straining against the fabric. You realized he hadn’t been touched at all.

You began to walk towards him, legs trembling slightly from the lack of your orgasm. Ghost eyed you up and down, not yet finished with you. He saw you walk to Johnny but just watched. He wanted to see what you were going to do.

You dropped down to your knees in front of Soap, his eyes widening a bit as he looked to Ghost for approval. Simon nodded, a smirk on his lips. Your throat was still sore from Simon but you wanted this. You wanted to make Johnny feel good just like he had you.

Johnny smirked as he looked down at you, tears stained on your cheeks. He didn’t plan on going slow, and he just hoped you were prepared.

Your hands took down his boxers, his cock spilling out. He wasn’t as big as Simon but still one of the biggest. His cock was red at the tip, covered in precum. You licked your lips as you pressed his dick to your lips, kissing it before opening your mouth.

Simon watched, stroking his cock softly.

Johnny instantly groaned, he deserved this. He knew he had to. He was as patient as ever, finally getting what he wanted.

You bring your hand up to stroke him as you sucked softly at his cock, paying most attention to the throbbing tip. You moaned out as you rubbed your thighs together, trying to gain just the tiniest bit of friction. Soap noticed and chuckled, his hands tugging your hair softly.

"Look at you, eager little slut aren't you?" Johnny teased, thrusting his hips to meet your set pace. "you need to be touched that badly?"

You moaned at his words, absolutely loving his dirty talk.

"Johnny, don't be easy on her." Simon spoke from a few feet away, watching the events that took place.

Soap nodded, groans escaping his lips as he picked up the pace, his cock sliding further down your throat. you moaned, preparing yourself for this once again.

You hummed as his cock slid in and out of your mouth, sending good vibrations onto his thick length. He gripped your hair whispering something about "such a good girl" and "love the way you're sucking my cock."

You felt tears pricking your eyes again as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, your teeth softly grazing against his cock. he whimpered at the contact, driving you wild.

The room was filled with your gagging and slurping sounds along with Soap’s whimpers and occasional groans.

He was groaning when you felt a pair of hands grasping on to your hips, your lips disconnecting from Johnny’s cock.

Simon’s hands dug so hard into your hips, you knew there'd be bruises. Johnny whined from the loss of contact and you smirked. now he knew how it felt to be denied.

"bend over, hands behind your back." Simon ordered you onto the bed, leading to you obeying him. you slid off your panties before bending over the bed, arching your back so they could get a good view of your pussy.

Simon inhaled deeply as he stared at you, spread out for him and waiting. he ordered Johnny to get underneath you once again, to which he also obeyed him.

You knew something was going on between the two. Maybe they were an item.

Soap looked up at you, completely naked underneath you. He admired your soft features and actually took in your beauty.

Graves was right, you truly were a beauty.

You felt Simom come up from behind you, his hands rubbing your ass softly. "i'm going to fuck you, prep you for both of our cocks. understand?"

You nodded softly, staring into Soap’s eyes as v spoke. "Words beautiful, words."

"Yes Simon." you replied, your voice cracking. you were dripping again, so damn horny and all because of them.

You whimpered as Simon’s ock slid against your slit, lathering his tip in your arousal. Johnny tilted your chin and began peppering kisses against your jaw as Simon continued to tease.

"You have such a pretty pussy, shame 'm gonna wreck it." Simon huskily spoke, before sliding his cock into your tight walls. you clenched instinctively around his cock, a loud moan escaping your lips.

"Fuckk." Simon groaned out, his hands placed on your hips. Johnny leaned up to place his lips against yours, muffling your moans of both pain and pleasure.

Ghost didn't wait for you to adjust. He continued to thrust in and out, slowly building up his pace. Johnny’s tongue slid against yours, his kiss being much more soft than Ghost's.

"You're so tight, babydoll."

Soap took in your bottom lip as you pulled back to moan softly, sucking it harshly. "oh fuck, S-Simon." you moaned out, his cock already wrecking you.

He was hitting spots never hit before, your cunt throbbing around him. "so warm and tight, my little slut." Simon groaned, his hand coming down to slap your ass.

You closed your eyes, his cock slamming in and out of you. Johnny’s hand slapped your face, "Eyes open Princess."

You stared down at him as his cock began to rub against your clit. " 'm gonna need to feel that pussy." he mumbled against your lips as he pressed his lips against yours once again.

"C'mon Johnny, fuck her with me." Simon demanded, his hand gripping the reddening flesh of your ass.

Soap didn't need to be told twice. His cock was sliding against Johnny's as he entered you, All three of you letting out delicious moans. "Fucking hell, Johnny." Simon groaned, biting down on his bottom lip. Soap slid in, balls deep wondering how you were able to fit the both of them inside of you. You looked so tiny.

His eyes rolled back as he felt you clench around the both of them. Johnny began to kiss you again, loving the taste of himself in your mouth. He loved how dirty it was.

"Look at little miss news reporter, taking two criminal cocks at once? you're such a dirty slut y/n, aren't you?" Simon spoke, his voice booming.

When you didn't reply, he slapped your ass making you whimper, "Aren't you?"

You broke away from Soap’s kiss, nodding instantly. "Yes, all for you."

They both grinned cockily, Simon’s hand grabbing a handful of your hair. He guided you back onto both of their cocks by your hair, your hips slamming onto the both of them.

You moaned as they hit deep, knowing all three of you won't last much longer. "you're taking our cocks so well princess. you're loving this, huh?" Johnny questioned you, his minty breath hot against your face.

"God, yes." you whined, as Johnny began twisting your nipple. He smirked as you became putty for the both of them.

You were so close, with Soap pinching your nipples and both of their cocks thrusting in you at an unbelievably fast pace, you were going to come in a matter of seconds.

"Are you gonna cum, pretty girl?" Simon questioned knowing you were extremely close. You nodded, making both him and Johnny smirk at each other.

“You better beg for it, sweet thing.”

You hummed, knowing you were so close, deciding not to take any chances, you begged.

“Please Simon, J-Johnny. Let me cum, please. I need to cum.” you pleaded, your voice coming out a whiny mess.

Ghost and Soap nodded at each other in approval before they both leaned into your ear, biting your lobes softly. “Cum.”

That was all it took for you to throw your head back, your cunt clenching around both of their cocks, one of them hitting your g-spot in the process. you moaned loudly, an ear piercing moan as Johnny sucked a hickey onto your neck, coaxing you through your orgasm.

Your pussy clenching rapidly was all it took for the both of them to cum, inside of you, lathering your walls with their cum.

They both whimpered and groaned as they came undone in you, against each other.

You were all sweaty messes as Simon pulled out of you first, his fingers collecting some of him, yours and Johnny’s cum, licking it off his fingers.

Hottest fucking sight ever.

Soap pulled out of you next, a small whimper coming from his pink swollen lips.

Simon looked a little worried as he turned you to face him. “We’re obviously not gonna kill ya, but ‘fa the love of Christ do not tell Graves about this.”

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Maffia x Simon Riley

“Do-don’t…stop” I moaned. (A few moments earlier)

Warning: FINGERING/Mastrubation

It’s been a few months since I found a new member, ghost, he wasn’t just another member we had something more, one time counting my money he stood there. Always with that mask. I was only wearing a bikini sitting in my safe with the millions of money I made that day from various deals and smuggles.

He just stood there, so stoic. And he couldn’t get his eyes of me.

She was sitting on a pile of money it may be were millions of dollars. She looks stunning, incredible. I couldn’t deny for a mafia woman. She was one of the most confident people I’ve ever seen, but I came here with a task, to take her down.

But no one knows that yet, I’m infiltrating her drugs business, she thinks I’m just another one of her new partners

She’s extremely intelligent and extremely seductive, she’s the most skilled assassin I’ve ever met. Her business is extremely profitable. Making 13 billion dollars a year.

She also believes she is untouchable as she’s in control of the police, government, justice and courts, so you can understand why she didn’t hesitate to let me join one of her main drug trades.

She’s extremely manipulative, cunning, calculating and cold hearted. She’s extremely dangerous and she has so much power I would need a the 141 and other teams to infiltrate her business.

As I stood there, looking at her I couldn’t help but admire how stunning she is, and then realised how much of a fool I was for getting distracted.

In a bikini she sat on the piles of dollars, just counting and smoking a sigaret.

Every now and then her right hand man, Leo would come and sit next to her. Just watching her count her money while she just sat there not giving a damn as usual. She was in her own world.

The last thing she would want to do is stop her counting, she was that obsessed with money. You could say she loves money more than she loves herself.

She even has a massive vault that stores millions of dollars in the basement. She has no use for it, she just loves looking at it as it makes her feel powerful and special

“Ghost come here..” I looked at Leo and nodded for him to leave

He just nodded and left. She didn’t look up at me, she continued to count. “Take a seat” she said. I sat down next to her watching her continue.

After about 20 to 30 minutes of sitting there watching her count her money, she finally finished. She finally looked up at me with a smile on her face. “Now that’s a lot of money Ghost and that’s only the tip of the ice berg” she said.

I picked up a 1000 dollar stash and threw it to him “this is maybe 0,001% of my fortune. You can have it ofcourse buy urself something.. nice” she smiled

She was very generous but she loved showing off how much fortune she has, which is understandable as she worked hard for it. She was always showing off her wealth, but she still always managed to look hot.

“What’s wrong Ghost, cat got your tongue?” She said teasing me. She knew exactly how hot she is and it worked to her advantage to get anyone to do her bidding.

She then got up and went to her table to roll a cigarette. I sat and watch her do it making sure I didn’t check her out, I couldn’t afford any distractions. I was there to get intel after all.

But the way she walked, her body somehow I already felt distracted again by her and she noticed it

She looked over at me with a slight smirk on her face. It was hard to tell what she was thinking, she is very skilled at making herself unreadable which is annoying sometimes.

She looked at me straight in the eyes which was almost hypnotising, just looking at her face, her lips etc and then she finally spoke. “Enjoying the view Ghost?” She said.

She then came to sit next to me very close, she put her hand on my knee, she looked at me with that seductive look again. “You’re always so serious Ghost, I’ve always admired that about you” she was so close I could feel and smell her breath, she was breathtaking.

I had seen her with a lot of other men but she never looked at them the same way she looked at me, I was flattered. I can’t remember the last time I was flattered. “Would you like a cigarette Ghost?” She said. She knew I was a smoker, she knew a lot about me actually. I just nodded.

She rolled one out for me and put it to my mouth, she put her lighter to it, she lit the cigarette. I took a drag, it was a nice cigarette, she knew what I liked. She then put the cigarette to her mouth taking a drag and blew it in my face, she was flirting with me.

As she blew the smoke in my face she smirked at me again and said “did you like it?” She was so seductive and so irresistible but I wasn’t there to flirt, I was there for intel which is harder than it sounds because of her.

I just nodded and she didn’t look pleased with my answer, she wanted me to respond. “Use your words Ghost” she just ordered me. She was always so demanding, she is so used to being in control, she is one of those women who demands respect and gets it.

I felt another rank here, it was always my job as a lieutenant to do what she’s doing now, but guess that changed

She then puts her hand on my mask which surprised me and said “but you’re so handsome Ghost, I can get lost in your eyes” she then took another drag of her cigarette. Her hand felt so soft on my hidden face yet it was amazing. She had an amazing way with words and making people feel special, not in a manipulative way, it was just part of her charm.

Her eyes always lit up when she looked at me, she always looked at me in a way she didn’t look at other men. “You have the most beautiful eyes Ghost, it’s a shame you hide them” she said looking deeply into my eyes through the mask. I didn’t know what to say, this is the first time I’ve ever heard her express how she feels about me.

She then continued, “but I can understand why you hide your handsome face, I think it’s sexy, it makes you look mysterious” she continued to stare at me. It was hard to look back at her, I was too distracted.

She must’ve been in the mood as she continued to flirt with me. She sat closer to me, her hand was on my knee again. This time I couldn’t resist, I put my hand on her cheek, I saw a little smirk on her perfect face.

“I never had sex in a vault with money before..” I said to ghost. I actually never did that, I always had ‘vanilla’ men that adorned me, but ghost… he hid, he was mysterious something I felt attracted to. Plus points to the tall and muscular physique of course.

Ghost seemed also in the mood, I looked like I wanted it though, I really did. This man had a charme on me like I had on him. I looked on the stack and layed down

I couldn’t resist any longer, I climbed on top of her. When I did she started to stroke the back of my head with her nails which felt so good and relaxing. I started to kiss her neck as she closed her eyes and felt that she was starting to moan.

As I was kissing her neck, she pushed me away and said “wait a minute Ghost” she then got up as she looked for something under her desk, I just sat watching her, waiting for her.

She had a smirk as she found what she was looking for, a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. She sat back down on the money. I could tell she wanted to spend this night with me.

She handed me a shot glass, she then started to pour the whiskey into the glass. she was looking at me with those bright seductive eyes of hers. She then took a shot and then handed me my glass. I downed it and she looked impressed with my drinking skills.

She then held my hand and kissed it, she was so charming that it almost made me forget that she was a dangerous assassin, but even after knowing that information I couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.

Ice and fire couldn’t go together, and if so it was a dangerous game we were playing.

She then put her glass down and slid my mask up just above my lip and kissed me, she took the lead and I allowed it, I have never felt so passionately kissed like this by a woman. It was intoxicating, I was getting lost in the moment.

We ended up making out on top of all that money, with her on top of me. I had my hand behind her back and one on her hip. She was so dominant but I liked it, it was attractive.

I started to put my hands on the rim of her bikini as we are making out, I wanted to feel her body, she didn’t say anything, she just continue to kiss me.

As we are making out she suddenly grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from her bikini, she got up looked at me intensely and said “not so fast Ghost” she was still on top of me as she said that.

“Money takes time but this p#ssy also does, don’t make it lame”

“You’re right but I’m sure you’ll be worth it” I said. She smirked and said “of course I will be worth it” she was so full of herself but I respected her so it didn’t bother me. We both then just sat quietly listening for anyone but it was quiet so it was just the two of us.

I started to unzip his pants, this might be the best sex I’ll ever get

She started unbuttoning my shirt and kissing my chest which felt incredible. I could tell she was skilled by the way she was handling me like a pro.

I started to grab her hips and pull her closer to me, I could tell she was excited as she let out a little moan as she continued to kiss my chest.

I started to untie her bikini as I looked in her eyes as she looked straight at me, she smiled at me as I knew I got her approval.

Her bikini came off and I admired how beautiful her body looked, it was perfect. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, she was breathtaking.

She then climbed on top of me and started kissing my neck. It was very seductive, even her breathing was attractive. As she started to bite my neck I could tell she was about to retake control.

She had a firm grip on my shoulders as she stared at me with her seductive eyes, I was hypnotized by her beauty.

I looked him in the eye and only nodded, a sign he could have his time to shine

I started grabbing her hips and started to kiss her all over her body. As I was doing it I felt her shiver which was a good sign, she liked the way I was handling her.

She laid back as she started to let out moans, I loved the noises she made. I started kissing her stomach and then her chest. At this point, I didn’t care if the moans attracted anyone to the basement.

I made my way to her thighs leaving a trail of kisses as she continued to moan but she tried to keep her voice down. Once I reached her thighs, I started to kiss and bite them which made her shiver.

My breath was hot which made her shiver more. I felt her shake a bit as I was kissing her thighs, she was so sensitive to my touch which was attractive because I knew I was making her feel good.

I started to bite harder as she started to close her eyes, she took in all the pleasure. I then continued up her body to her chest, kissing and biting her body while she continued to moan.

At this point, I could tell she was losing control. I continued up to her neck and started biting her again. She was making so many noises but she couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

I got rid of the last piece of clothing I had on

At this point, we were both fully naked. She wrapped her legs around me which made me want her even more. She was so good at making me want her.

We laid on the piles of money as we started to make out again, she was so good at it. I could tell she really wanted me as she started sucking on my tongue and biting down on my lip.

At this point, the noises we were making were getting louder. She grabbed onto me and started to scratch my back as we kept kissing passionately.

She then started to nibble on my neck which felt incredible, I started feeling all sorts of emotions, this woman was amazing.

“Please..” she said begging for my touch inside her

I heard her plead which sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn’t resist her. The way she said it made me want her even more.

I started to run my hand down to between her legs, she tensed up

I could hear the desperation in her voice which just made me even more attracted to her. I started to touch her gently and she started to moan again.

I watched her facial expressions when I was touching her, she looked so beautiful. I started to make a circular motion with my thumb, and she started to breathe faster.

I could tell she wasn’t used to being touched like this as she started closing her eyes again and letting out loud moans.

I was touching her gently as my hands were exploring her body. I could tell she was enjoying being touched by me, she held onto me as I continued.

I watched for her facial expressions and she was so immersed in the moment, her moaning and breathing sounded so seductive as I continued to touch her.

I went faster and harder

She started making louder noises as I started to move my thumb quicker, she held on to me and scratched my back with her red long nails.

I couldn’t believe how much I was affecting her with just my hands.

I made her moan louder and louder, she was enjoying every moment of it.

“D-don’t stop” I moaned

His hands on me felt incredible, no one ever touched my like this and it felt addicting.

Ghost just smirked he knew that he could make me feel pleasured.

“I…oh my god.. I think I’m going to.. come” I moaned and breathed heavily

I let out another moan and started holding on to the once straight and flat money, I was on the edge, my walls clenching to his fingers.

He let out a quiet, amused chuckle under his mask, his gloved lips curling into a smirk as he felt your inner walls clenching around his fingers.

"Someone's getting a bit too excited, it would seem." He teased quietly.

He chuckled softly against your ear. "You are so vocal." He whispers, biting your earlobe. "No need to hide your pretty sounds, love." He adds in a low, seductive tone as he continues rocking his fingers into you.

This man was driving you insane something that wasn’t be done before. Trembling and arching your back. "Please... I... I can't..." You gasped, your breaths ragged as you felt your release building.

he knew exactly how to touch you to drive you to the edge. But no matter how much you begged, He just wouldn't let you come... Not yet. It was a little payback for making it hard on getting intel on you

After a while I felt it coming, the feeling of an orgasm was intense. I moaned and breathe deeply after that.

Ghost slowly got his fingers out of my cunt it was dripping.

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A - to - Z's of Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Made a similar list for Konig a while back, figured it was time for Simon / Ghost. This list is hella gay, FYI.

!!!!NSFW!!!!

A - Aftercare

Simon / Ghost cares a great deal about aftercare regardless if its a one-night stand or a longer term relationship. It will always start with asking how you're doing and what you liked and what you didn't. He'll make sure you're actually okay before he'll ask if you need anything else; water, food or a shower. Though he still struggles with requests for cuddles. Its very intimate for him, but if he likes you, he'll give you a bone crushing cuddle.

B - Body part (their favourite)

Stomach. Simon / Ghost likes guys with a bit of belly fat, something soft and preferably hairy. It's so different from his toned body, and though he'd never admit it to you, it makes him feel happy and calm just laying on it.

C - Cum (anything)

Generally speaking his cum is rather neutral in taste, a hint of salt. But its thick and hot, and he shoots long ropes of it when he cums. Refuses to jerk off while on long missions because he wants to 'save it all' for you.

You don't have to worry about overstimulating him either, he'll do it happily himself until he empties his balls inside you. You'll feel his cock head throbbing inside you as he whimpers and trembles on top of you.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Really wants to eat your ass out after he's cum in it, but is afraid you'll be disgusted by it and refuse.

E - Experience (how experienced are they?)

On a scale of Virgin Pure – Barracks Bunny? He's a solid 'Took the bloke from the pub home'. He's not adverse to having sex; in fact, he loves it... its the intimacy that people tend to want that freaks him out. Simon / Ghost doesn't know how to reciprocate (or so he tells himself). But he's more than happy to get his rocks off if he fancies a man.

F - Favourite position

Generally speaking, as long as he's on top, he's happy. He loves looking down at your handsome face or even the back of your head as he takes you. That being said, Simon / Ghost is also a big fan of you on your knees. The way you look up at him with his cock in your mouth? Fuck... drives him wild.

G - Goofy (Serious of Humorous)

During sex, this man is on a mission. You are both going to have a good time, even if it kills him. BUT, after sex? After you're thoroughly pleased and unable to walk? This man will treat you to the worst jokes in his shitty-joke roster and there is nothing you can do to escape it.

H - Hair (Body / Groomed / Color)

Dirty-bond / Sandy hair in tufts between his pectorals that runs down his abdomen and into this pants. Keeps his pubes trimmed (but never shaved!) Its incredibly soft, too because Simon / Ghost takes care of his hair.

His ass has a nice dusting that trails down into surprisingly hairy legs. Oddly though, has almost no arm-hair at all.

I - Intimacy

He would tell you he'd rather be waterboarded or have his fingers and toes broken with a hammer than be intimate, but he's a Goddamn liar. He doesn't recognize his own intimate moments, thinking that the things he does for you 'just makes sense', but are actually very sweet deep down. But he does struggle with accepting intimacy. He'll tense at hug, pull away for kisses – you've learned to not be insulted – and tries not to let his heart skip a beat when he looks you in the eyes as he's buried deep inside you.

But at the end of the day, even if he fails – real or imagined – at intimacy, he'll never hurt you. He is very aware of your emotional well-being and he'd be damned to ever raise a hand to you.

J - Jack off

Used to mostly just be a form of release between missions and hook-ups. A means to an end, so to speak. But once he met you? Fuck... the way you looked at him, the way you looked at him when you walked in on him jerking off.

He loves to stroke his cock for you. He'll take it nice and slow, building himself up to an orgasm and then denying himself until you give him permission to release – usually on your face – and he's never been more satisfied with masturbation. Its so much better than his two-minute, violently jerking off somewhere on base experiences.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loves size difference most of all. He'll be your big-strong man if you'll be his charming short king. There is something about the power dynamic that just gets him going. But again, he'd never use his size or strength to hurt you; he wants to feel like all his power is doing something other than killing... and what better way than to pleasure a charming man sexually?

As previously mentioned, chubby guys too. Loves a squishy body to touch and massage. Loves the soft flesh against the marred skin of his body (how do you not pull away from him?!).

Simon / Ghost longs to let go of his need for control and be dominated by a man; but trust is hard earned and he only reserves bottoming for that special-someone.

Has tried a variety of toys and only has a few select he actually likes. pocket masturbators are great compared to his calloused hands, and he's enjoyed a few butt plugs and dildo's, but he's not be able to venture too far with his exploration; there's still a little bit of shame and embarrassment he feels when he uses them (you'll make him get over it...).

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Simon / Ghost is a private man in general, so it would always have to be somewhere he felt safe. This would likely be his flat, your flat, his quarters on base or maybe even his office – locked, of course – if he was feeling a bit more adventurous.

As long as you're in the safety and comfort of a flat, though, any and all surfaces are acceptable. Tables, sofa's, counters, the bed or the shower are all perfect places to drive himself into your prostate and make you writhe for him.

M - Motivation (turn on’s)

Simon / Ghost loves it when you reach under his shirt and just gently play with the small of his back. Instant way to get this man in the mood, followed closely by teasing him by slipping fingers under the waist of his pants.

Can't go wrong with a classic, either; give his thighs some attention. Caress and tease slowly up towards his groin and you'll have this man growling like an animal.

Just seeing you being you. Walk around the flat in your lounging clothes, or his hoodie, or even shirtless. Simon / Ghost just enjoys seeing you in your most relaxed state around him since most people aren't.

N - No (wouldn’t do; turn offs)

Wouldn't hurt you. That should go without saying, but its still a deeply rooted fear that he projects onto you. He's a killer after all, so you must be waiting for the day he looses it on you. He won't. Not ever. Not you... not the one man who looks at him like that.

As for things he won't do in bed or let you do? Handcuffs are a no-go. Ever. Same with blindfolding.

Simon / Ghost also don't enjoy hickies, burns, scars or love marks, but that's due to his feelings regarding his scars and burns. Absolutely no choking either, but that also goes along with not hurting you, though he's not a fan of being choked either.

No scat, blood, diaper play, baby talk, age-gaps or age role-play.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Simon / Ghost already has a difficult time trying to sub for his lovers, so like hell he's going to deny himself -and you- the pleasure of sucking a man off. He can get lost in the moment as he swallows your cock whole, swirling his tongue around and playing with your foreskin. He will moan and groan over your length and swallow every last drop of your cum.

As for his skill? He's better at killing people for sure, but he'll make sure you get off.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally speaking, Simon / Ghost would prefer a slower, steadier pace. He wanted to enjoy every last moment of pleasure you're both experiencing. He doesn't take leave often and he doesn't have much time between missions as it is, so he leeches every second of pleasure from every encounter.

He sometimes gets a little too into the pleasure though and will go a bit feral. A need to just pound into you deep and hard until you're both a puddle of sweat and semen stuck to each other.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Depends on how you define a quickie. Simon / Ghost isn't one to just blow a load into you in five minutes and run, but if he's on a time constraint... sure. He usually saves quickies for jerking off.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simon / Ghost already takes enough risk in his military life, so doesn't take nearly as many in his personal life. As long as your risky suggestions don't include high risk of infections or illness, or harm (obviously), he's open to considering them.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You'll likely get the best hour of your life out of Simon / Ghost. He'll set a pace and stick to it... If he decides to overstimulate himself in the process, you can get another thirty to forty-five minutes out of him.

T - Toys (Own toys? Use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A few dildo and butt plugs, nothing too fancy or large and owns a few different pocket masturbators.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a teaser, not overly vocal in general. Will grunt and groan, whine a bit when overstimulated, but doesn't really talk outside of a check in. You're safe until he's spent and the bad jokes start.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Simon / Ghost will grunt rather loudly once he gets into it.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would never hurt you or do anything to make you uncomfortable, but loves it when a man beats him off and abuses his foreskin. Beat the man off hard and fast and be ready to take his load when you push him over the edge.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6' 4” Tall

Mildly hairy

Bulky

Curved cock

6.5” Hard and foreskin pulls all the way back over his head

Keeps everything tidy down there

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before a mission? Low

During a mission? Low

After a mission? High. So very high... he'll find a nice lad to sate him the day he returns home.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Simon /Ghost rarely sleeps more than three hours a night on the best of days, to say nothing of the nightmares he has regularly. So even after a long night of fucking and sucking, he's still not likely to fall asleep very quickly; if at all.

Assuming he likes you long enough to stay the night, he'll only fall asleep after you have, and he'll be awake long before you as well. He'll probably be gone too, if you aren't dating... but don't worry, he'll leave a note.

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So Far Away ✦ Ch. 1 " Causes and Consequences "

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Masterlist

Prologue ✦ Chapter 2

Tags/Warnings: f!reader, angst, slowburn (?), toxic relationship, depression, smoking, alcohol use, sexual content, more tags to be added.

Word Count: 1476

Date: 11.03.2024

My native language is not English, and I don't claim that my grammar or narrative style is good, but I hope you like it. Sorry for the mistakes <3

I placed the dirty dishes on the empty table onto the tray in my hand. It was one of those not-too-busy days at the cafe, it wouldn't be a very tiring day under normal circumstances. If it were normal.

My current situation would be more bearable if the still unhealed wounds of my recently ended relationship had treated me more gently when it came to my sleep at night. It wasn't easy, it ended because my boyfriend of two years cheated on me with my best friend. I couldn't even tell yet whether what I was sad about was losing him or being made a fool of. I needed time, but I didn't know how much. There were a few problems that time could not solve.

When I heard the small bell ringing the cafe door and raised my head, I felt my head begin to go numb.

Yes, some time would be nice.

Audrey had entered, snorting with her right eyebrow raised, and was coming towards me.

"Did you change the lock?" She was ridiculously angry, but it was obvious she was trying to keep it to herself so as not to attract attention. "Is that really the first thing you did?"

"Yes, but I don't understand why you were so surprised." I was trying hard to keep my voice emotionless. "What would you like me to do? Give you a spare key so you can use it while I'm away?" I laughed mockingly. "I think I've already completed this mission."

She ignored my comment. "I have stuff in that house, you can't do that."

"It's not your home anymore, Audrey, so I can do whatever I want," I spoke through my teeth. "You can't talk to me like that after going behind my back and fucking my boyfriend. You can come over when we're both free, grab your fucking stuff and get the fuck out."

She looked at me as if she couldn't believe me. "Don't you think you're exaggerating a little? You're not the first person to be cheated on."

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Just the dream of picking up any of the chairs and throwing it at her head was incredibly beautiful. “Because if you don’t leave, I’m about to commit a murder at any moment.”

Audrey’s eyes narrowed, a mixture of disbelief and fury simmering beneath the surface. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Her voice was low, barely containing the rage coursing through her veins. “You’re pathetic.”

The words struck a nerve, but I refused to let her see the impact they had. "Coming from the one who's been sneaking around with my boyfriend, that's rich." My voice dripped with sarcasm.

Audrey scoffed, her fists clenching at her sides. "You're delusional if you think I had anything to do with your breakup. Maybe if you weren't so controlling, he wouldn't have strayed."

The accusation hit me like a slap in the face. "Control—" I started, but the words caught in my throat as I struggled to contain the rising tide of emotions threatening to consume me. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Whatever." Audrey waved a dismissive hand, her tone dripping with disdain. "I don't have time for this nonsense. I'll come back for my stuff later." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the cafe, leaving me seething with anger and humiliation.

As the door slammed shut behind her, I felt a hot rush of tears stinging my eyes. How dare she waltz in here, acting like she's the victim? How dare she try to twist the truth to suit her own agenda?

I felt like the air that had become tense due to the argument we had was tearing my lungs apart as I breathed. Since I knew I couldn't leave the place at that moment, I ignored the few customers who were casting furtive glances at me. Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand, but every dish I washed, every table I wiped down, only served as a cruel reminder of what I had lost. The weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe, let alone concentrate on my work.

“Why do you look like you could throw up on lemon cheesecake at any moment?” I was startled by the unexpected voice coming from behind me. "I agree they aren't the best in the culinary history, but they can't be bad enough to deserve you to hate them this much." Claire had taken off her jacket and was hanging it on the hanger on the wall next to the employee lockers.

“I just feel a little tired.” I lied.

Claire gave me a skeptical look, her eyebrows knitting together in concern. "Are you sure that's all it is? You look like you've been through a war."

I shook my head, trying to dismiss her observation. "It's nothing, really. Just a rough day."

She didn't seem convinced, but thankfully didn't press further. Instead, she changed the subject. "Well, if you need to talk or anything, you know where to find me."

I managed a weak smile, grateful for her offer of support. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Besides, your shift is over, you can leave." She took away the cloth I used to wipe the empty tables. "Go home and get some rest." With that said, my physical and emotional tiredness fell on my shoulders again like a curse. I bid farewell to her and hung up my apron, took my things and left the cafe.

As I stepped into my apartment, the emptiness of the space hit me like a punch to the gut. I could handle being leaved by my boyfriend or even cheated on. As Audrey said, I wasn't the first to experience this. What bothered me was that the person who did this was my so-called best friend, with whom I spent almost the last ten years.

Maybe if you weren't so controlling, he wouldn't have strayed.

Am I controlling?

No.

So, was I the one who was guilty in the court they set up in their own minds to exonerate themselves?

Or was it me trying to justify myself?

I've never claimed to be a good girlfriend. I would almost always forget important dates like anniversaries and birthdays. I was terrible at gifts. I wasn't even a romantic person. I couldn't even remember the last time I felt jealousy, I would never put pressure on who or where he was when he wasn't with me because I really didn't care. I would be content to know what he wanted me to know.

Could I have prevented this if I were controlling him?

I was clearly not controlling, was this the cause rather than the problem?

I never claimed to be a good girlfriend, but I was a good friend. Audrey couldn't deny it. She couldn't even say a single bad thing I had done to her until today. I didn't even break her heart once. I was always here for her, I was with her under all circumstances. There was no payback I expected. I didn't have any sneaky plans. I just expected some loyalty and support.

I collapsed onto the couch, feeling utterly defeated. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment of confrontation and heartache cutting deeper than the last.

The logical part of me was angry. I knew I shouldn't let what they did and said affect me.

But it was out of my hands.

I don't know how long I sat on the couch and stared at the empty wall, but when I heard the message tone of my phone, the sunlight coming from the window had disappeared and the dim glow of the street lamps was illuminating my living room.

Why was it so easy to ruin good - okay, almost good - moments?

I was imagining destiny as a grumpy old lady who liked to mess with people. Grumbling in her creaky rocking chair, she was knitting a never-ending blanket for herself with the threads of our lives. For some reason, my thread always felt like it was being used in the most complicated stitches.

I took my phone out of the back pocket of my trousers. After looking at the message, I regretted it. I should have left it on silent.

From: Haley can you explain to me why audrey was probing brian's tonsils with her tongue?

I really should have left my phone on silent. I should have even thrown it into an ocean or something. I wondered what kind of conflict I could possibly be in with the universe that I didn't deserve even a calm moment.

Sometimes I really wanted to kill that grumpy old lady.

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leoandlancer · 1 year

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Alright, I'll bite: what's the intro starter pack for the Soap and the Skullman? You successfully have me intrigued.

I AM DELIGHTED YOU'VE ASKED

Skullman and Soap are from the game Call of Duty Modern Warfare II. It's a 2022 remake of a game that came out in 2009, and the remake has some notable improvements and provides an interesting perspective of how video games have changed in the last 14 years across the board; visuals, pacing, story, characters, challenges etc etc. All of which is cool but I'm here exclusively for the wall of beef being served.

Allow me to explain.

The single player story game includes 2+ hours of pristine cut scenes carrying the plot and character development, and any number of hours playing the game which includes banter and fps’ing. POV bounces between two teams having adventures and bein' sneaky all over the world. There’s also a Multiplayer mode but I know next to nothing about it so you’ve certainly come to the right place to learn some things. Youtube has a bunch of great Let’s Plays for the entire game, as well as videos of just all the cut scenes. Highly recommend, not least of all because I was blindsided by how wholesome it all turned out to be.

Simon "Ghost" Riley 👻 💀

Character with so much going on if anyone but a triple A studio pitched him they'd be told to calm down. Wildly op. Incredible passive intimidation score. Somehow internationally feared stealth agent despite Looking Like That. Aesthetic as fuck. Ranked Lieutenant if you can tell the different breeds of officer apart. HEIGHT. Manchester accent. Tragic backstory. The mask is a whole other post and I’m not normal about it. Despite going into it like a cat being forced into a bath, he is one half of the Grumpy One Soft for the Sunshine One trope that causes me physical agonies. (Secret third thing! Poor Little Meow Meow candidate.)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 🧼

You know how sometimes when a zoo or sanctuary has a cheetah or something that’s super anxious they’ll give them a chill, reliable, confident, protective dog friend? Yeah, anyway Soap is assigned to Ghost in the beginning of the game. SCOTTISH. Mohawk. Wears jeans throughout most of the game despite being continually dunked in cold water. Everyone wants to work with him so he kept being reassigned and always had to make new friends. Other half of the Grumpy One Soft for the Sunshine One trope, but Soap was an immediate, I mean immediate, adopter of his part. (Bonus! Pinnacle of AW little guy!!! Oh he’s a little bit fucked up actually..)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Carries this team on his fuckin’ wings. Good at everything. Set all the records when he was in training and no one’s touched them. Eldest sibling energy someone give him a break. If a situation could kill a normal human, Gaz might be mildly discommoded.

John Price

Captain of Team 141, which Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are a part of. Keeps finding and adopting wildly competent soldiers/rebels/mercenaries as allies all over the world who would very literally die for him and they’re not wrong. Very protective of his kids allies. Could attack an army with a soggy corn chip and win. Team Dad.

Alejandro Vargas

Managing with grace and panache despite his job apparently requiring him to fight everyone within a 200km radius. A colonel in the Mexican special forces. Stressed, but make it hot. Gets to prep for disaster like the world is ending but unlike most preppers seems to be having a blast and it all comes in handy. Loves his team do NOT separate them. Does attack an army with a soggy corn chip and win.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

The only man on earth capable of being Alejandro’s second in command and exceed expectations. Incredibly good at everything. Much too well behaved and well mannered for this. Not high enough ranked to decide on problems, not low enough ranked for them to not be his problems. Someone help him.

Phillip Graves

Commander of Shadow Company, a private military thing. Gets to live, laugh, love being a mercenary with a massive fucking armory and zero restrictions. Suspect he has the keys to his tiny southern USA hometown and his parents are embarrassingly proud of him. Energy of a Jack Russel Terrier in a world of squirrels.

How much more space do I have? There’s a lot more ground to cover. I’m missing way too many characters.

Farah Ahmed Karim

Leader of the Urzikistan Liberation Force and a human shaped meteor. Price asks her for help and before he can hang up she kick slides in on a dirt bike with a machine gun and a squadron of fighters behind her. Coolest person in any room. Lots of stuff on her plate but seems really organized about it.

Kate “Watcher” Lazwell

Their CIA connection. Buddies with Price like everyone else except she’s the wine aunt to Price’s Team dad. Has killed people with her bare hands and will kill again. Is married and adores her wife. Cares SO MUCH but manages to not be burned out by constant bullshit.

Ok so now we’re into the boys from the multiplayer part of the game and listen there are crumbs of canon content and a cake of fanon content.

König

The man is 6′10″ tall and built better than most F150s. Wears the hood over his face because being taller than every standard doorway in Europe while dealing with heavy anxiety could be easier. Found confidence and comfort in getting really good at murder. Will go a little berserk, as a treat. Wanted to be a sniper but does not have the patience. ADHD icon. Fanon knows in their heart he can be categorized as a sopping wet man who needs a forehead kiss and a grilled cheese cut diagonal.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin 🐯

Joined the military to escape gambling debts then found out he’s actually really good at being in the military. Knows about pop culture phenomena first, cool about it when you finally catch on. Fighting unspecified inner demons. No one knows why he wears a mask but fanon assumes he has delicious scars.

(Bonus! His actor, Nick Martineau, is a menace!)

So there’s a lot more but, listen, look at me, ok? Look at me. I am holding your face in my cupped hands. I am looking into your eyes. I am speaking so earnestly. Listen, I am so not normal about this ok? Please message me if you want to know anything else. I will be so stoked.

Genuinely, it was really fun to watch a bunch of lets plays and find it went from surprisingly good to actually good to oh I’m INVESTED invested in this. Replay/rewatch value is high, and there’s plenty of neat things that work well, good fridge horror, and a lot of the game runs on the characters just really liking each other. A central pillar of the story line is that Ghost makes a friend =) and that saves the day. Which is nice. There’s plenty more in the game to talk about but this is just what I’m taking away to share for now.

Ok thanks for asking, I hope some of this was helpful!

#call of duty #modern warefare ii #mwii #asks #kitsune2022 #Ghost #Soap #Gaz #Price #Alejandro #Rudy #Graves #Farah #Lazwell #Konig #Horangi

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league-of-sam · 11 months

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Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER TWO

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

It didn't take long to catch the team up to speed.

Despite having worked on the team for months, Hassan was incredibly careful, and you and your old team had barely scraped enough information for a folder.

Leaning over the map on the table, you placed tokens, pinpointing the locations of various gangs, possible hideouts, and anything else you knew of.

"This is quite the intel, (Y/N), I'm proud of you." Price said, and you smiled widely.

"Unfortunately, it's all we were able to get before (Y/N) and her team were, uh, compromised." Laswell said.

Eyes flicked back to you as you shifted uncomfortably, looking down at your hands.

"You all need to get a good night's rest; everyone needs to scrub up on their training before we try to take Hassan." Laswell spoke again, clearly picking up on the tension from you.

Everyone nodded, collecting their various belongings scattered around the room, and then made their way out. Price stayed behind with Laswell, the latter telling you to go ahead to your room, where your things were waiting for you.

"Know where you're goin', sweet cheeks?" Alex said, approaching you.

"Not a clue." You laughed.

"C'mon. I'll show you to the house."

Smiling, he threw an arm around your shoulder, yours latching around his waist, and he led you toward the door.

You stopped abruptly before moving outside, pulling your mask out of your pocket.

"You don't have to wear that 'round here, you know." Alex said, watching you place the mask on your face.

"You never know who's watching, Al. Can't afford to take that chance. It was bad enough that you and John are together, never mind that we're all now on the same task force." You shrugged.

He gave you a sympathetic look, knowing where you were coming from.

He sometimes wished he'd taken a leaf out of your book, especially after meeting Ghost too. The two of you were pretty similar when it came to your identity.

Nodding to you, you continued to walk out of the door just in front of Alex, when you went crashing into something big, and hard.

You gasped as you stumbled, hands gripping at the first thing they could hold to stop your fall, which just so happened to be Ghost's hoodie, now bunched into your fists. It appeared he also wanted you to avoid ending up on the floor, as you felt his gloved fingers digging into your hips, holding you flush against him.

You slowly looked up to meet his gaze.

Christ, how tall was he?

"Fuck- s-sorry, my bad." You mumbled out, still tight against his chest.

He held your eyes for a moment, and then let go, pushing you to arm's length, "Watch where ya goin', next time." He growled.

"Right, yeah. Sorry."

Ghost looked behind you, glaring at Alex before continuing back into the room. You frowned, but your face was hot.

Thank God for the mask, because without it, everyone would have seen how madly you were blushing.

It was him that smelled like gunpowder and...

Sauvage?

"Is he always like that?" you said, following Alex out into the night.

"Yup, that's Ghost for you. Never seen him do that, though."

"What?"

"Well first, the complete evil eyes he gave me, and second, Ghost doesn't touch people. Like, ever."

You furrowed your brows, but decided not to question further, honestly too tired to give a fuck.

It had been a long day and frankly you just wanted a bed.

"And here is your room, m'lady." Alex said, dramatically bowing as he opened your door.

Giggling, you entered, and did a small gleeful jiggle when you saw that Laswell had had someone make up your bed.

Thank God.

"This good enough for you, angel?" Alex said, leaning against the doorframe.

"It's perfect." you said, flopping down onto the bed.

Tapping the space next to you, you nodded to Alex, who smiled, moving over to lie down at your side, facing you.

"How's the leg?" you whispered.

"It's good, stop worrying about it."

"I won't stop, Al, I almost lost you. We all thought you'd died in Barkov's lab-"

"But I didn't, did I?" he smiled, rolling to his side. "Hmm? Did I?"

"No, you didn't."

"So I'm fine, (Y/N), okay?"

"Okay."

The two of you lay in each other's arms, mostly just enjoying each other's silent presence after not seeing each other for months, until the voices of the others pulled you back to reality.

"Well, that's my cue to hit the hay." he said, standing up and pulling you with him.

He opened your door, stepping out into the hallway as you followed, trudging slowly after him.

"I missed you, so much." you sighed, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"I missed you too, angel."

You squeezed him tighter, pushing your face into his chest.

"Hey- hey, (Y/N), what's goin' on?"

"I just...never mind. It's fine." you sniffed, pulling away. "I'm fine."

"You promise?" he said, looking down to you.

"I promise."

Boots thudding on the stairs interrupted your conversation as Ghost and Price emerged, stopping in their tracks as if they'd interrupted a moment.

"Yikes, well...I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Alex said, letting you go.

"Of course, g'night."

He placed a kiss to your forehead, before skipping down the hall, nodding to Ghost and Price as he passed. You turned to them, feigning a smile.

"Not sure I liked seeing a guy come out of your room in the night, (Y/N)." Price said.

"Oh give over, John. I'm a big girl." you rolled your eyes, laughing.

Ghost said nothing.

He just stood, staring from you, to Alex's door, and back to you. When he did move, he moved to stand in front of the door next to yours.

That was his room.

"Goodnight, Captain, L.T." you said, nodding to each of them before turning back into your room, shutting the door softly.

Quickly stripping off your clothes and into some shorts and a tank, you slipped under the covers, gun gripped tightly in your hand underneath the pillow.

You woke up before anyone else.

It was a shared house, a lot bigger inside that it looked. Everyone had their own room. Granted, they were pretty small, but it was better than the other shitty bases you'd stayed at.

The walls were relatively thin, and you smiled to yourself as you heard Price snoring away from three rooms down.

Ghost, in the room next to you, though, was as silent as a mouse.

You hadn't heard a peep all night. In fact, you couldn't quite decide whether he was actually in there.

Springing out of bed, you threw on a faded black army hoodie, stretched from years of it being your comfort clothing.

Padding to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and washed your face, tossing your hair up roughly. You were thankful for your expert training, because now you were able to move around almost silently, so you didn't have to worry too much about waking the others.

Stopping back at your room to slip on some headphones for music, you skipped downstairs and into the large kitchen.

It was nice; beautiful counters, top of the range ovens and hobs, and a huge fridge-freezer.

It was stocked with all things necessary for a big breakfast, so you quickly got to work cooking up omelettes, bacon, and other things for the boys to enjoy.

Cooking, you moved your hips gracefully, nodding your head along to the music flowing in your ears. Despite being in such an environment, you felt a sense of normalcy, and it was comforting.

"So ya gonna get in the way of my mornin's, too?" a voice came from behind you, making you jump and spin around, hand over your heart.

"Jesus, fuck- Ghost!" you said, pulling the headphones down as you came face to face with the masked man. "Don't scare me like that."

"Maybe you should be more aware of your surroundings."

"I'm at home, cooking breakfast," you quipped, raising an eyebrow, "what exactly do I need to be aware of?"

"Well, ya didn't hear me, could've easily come up and killed ya right there."

"But you didn't."

"Not the point. I could've." He grumbled.

"But you didn't." Your eyes twinkled with amusement, messing with him was a little more fun than you'd expected, "And how exactly am I getting in the way of your mornings?"

"In my way. I'm usually the only one up at this time."

"Yeah well, me too." You shrugged turning back to finish cooking.

By then, you heard the stirring of the others, laughing as you heard that unmissable Scottish accent exclaim about smelling food.

Rolling his eyes, Ghost pushed past you toward the back door, "Goin' for a run."

"Don't you wanna eat first?" you said, a little confused.

You didn't get chance to hear his answer, though, as the men children of the 141 came bustling down, practically shoving each other out of the way to be the first through the doorway. You giggled, telling them to calm down, and handed each of them a plate you'd put together.

Everyone ate in silence, except for the content noises they made as they shovelled in your delicious breakfast.

If you did say so yourself, it was damn good.

A flash of black caught your attention outside as you saw Ghost returning. You perked up, for some reason, ready to greet him, but he just mumbled a hello to the others and rushed upstairs.

"He not eating with us?" you questioned.

"Nah-" Soap said, mouth full of eggs, "he doesn't much. Keeps to himself, but I think he's warming up to us."

"He should eat." You whispered and put together a plate.

The boys took no notice as you excused yourself for a moment, taking the plate upstairs. You stopped outside the bathroom, hearing the shower run, so you opted to leave the plate on the floor outside of his room.

You were about to do so, but noticed that the door was slightly ajar. With curiosity getting the better of you, you pushed open the door a little more, and peered in.

Christ, and people thought you were neat.

Everything was completely spotless and crisp. There was no question that this was the room of a hardened military man.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ghost said, now behind you.

You gasped, turning quickly to face him.

His eyes were hard and angry. Water still glistened down his body. His mask was still on, but only a towel hung loosely around his waist.

Low on his waist, fuck.

"I-I, uh sorry I was just bringing you, uh..."

Completely flustered, words failed you, so you opted to just shove the plate of lukewarm food into his face.

He glanced at it, then back at you, nodding a little as he took it from you silently.

"Mind your business, Reaper." He said, and with that, he pushed into his room, closing the door.

"A thank you would have sufficed." You mumbled to yourself.

Shaking yourself out of the trance you had now found yourself in, you moved back to the kitchen.

Price opened his arms for you as you re-emerged, squeezing you softly as he placed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"Mornin' L.T." Soap greeted you, smiling sweetly.

"Morning, L.T." Alex mocked him, earning a swift thump to the arm from Soap.

"Good morning, Soap." You smiled back, "I trust your breakfast was up to standard?"

"Bloody beautiful, love."

The others murmured in agreement, happy to have been fed well. You moved from Price's arms to start gathering the empty dishes, preparing to wash up.

"Glad you're 'ere (Y/N), I was getting pretty sick of Alejandro's shitty cooking." Your brother said.

"Ay! There is nothing wrong with my cooking, pendejo."

"Like hell there isn't, Ale. Not everything has to be so spicy!" Alex spoke up.

"Spicy? That's nothing!"

That was it, then.

The boys fell into a full-blown argument over who had the worst cooking skills. It was honestly laughable that this was supposed to be the deadliest task force in the world.

No one dared tangle with the 141, unless they had spices for ammo, clearly.

You giggled, washing up happily as they continued to argue, but that soon quietened down with the sound of boots thumping on the stairs.

Sure enough, a now-fully dressed Ghost came into the kitchen, placing his empty plate next to you.

No words were shared, but you liked to think he was grateful.

He stepped back, moving to lean against the counter in the corner of the room. His eyes burned into your skin as he watched you clean up, and you suddenly came aware of how little you were wearing.

"So, (Y/N), why don't you tell us a little more about yourself?" Soap asked, a flirty tone in his voice.

"Well, what would you like to know, sergeant?" You smiled, leaning onto the island counter, mug of tea in hand.

"Might as well get the elephant in the room out the way first...you single?"

"Behave, Johnny." Price said, glaring at the younger sergeant.

You laughed at your brother's protectiveness, smirking, "As a matter of fact, I am."

"You are?" Practically every mouth in the room said.

"...yes? Why is that such a shock?"

"Because...you're like, super-hot." Soap said, and this time, Price smacked him up the back of the head.

"Oh, thank you." You blushed, looking down at your mug, "I've not been single for long, though. I was engaged before. Called it off about two months ago."

"What did he do, (Y/N)?" Price grunted, fists balling at his sides, "I'll kill him."

"It's a long story, not really one I'd like to get into right now." You said through gritted teeth, hopeful that he'd get the message and drop it.

"What do you like to do for fun?" Alejandro asked, clearly sensing the tension in the room.

"I like reading, drawing, I'm a sucker for some video games too."

As you reeled off your interests and other little trivia about yourself, the boys hung on to every word.

Price had held them all back in the kitchen when you'd disappeared before, telling them things that had them feeling sympathy for you, and so they vowed to make as much of an effort as possible to make you feel at home in the group.

Whatever they were doing, it was working. It was only your first official day, and already you felt like part of the family.

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