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luvit · 4 months
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can u please do a little blurb of Simon/ghosts reaction to younger!girlfriend!reader! When he takes their virginity and they are so tight he can barely fit. And maybe if ur feeling up to it make reader cum ON JUST THE TIP like he’s literally not even in. Also…….maybe reader’s a squirter…
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
THE SCREAM I SCRUMPTTTTTT EUUUARGHHHHH. this honestly created a new wrinkle in my brain. thank you. i kiss you on cheek 😗 (fem!reader)
simon who knows how big he is, s'the first thing he said when you first brought up sex. a gentle warning that he's going to be a lot to handle. but he's sweet on you, lets you bring up when you want to talk about sex. when you want to have it. but just because he lets you lead that topic doesn't mean he hasn't been thinking about it. dreaming about it. craving it.
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the way you look up at him with such sweet, innocent eyes has simon's heart aching. you poor thing, don't know what you're in for. but he keeps your mind off of it with the way he continues to kiss up and down your body.
you've totally entrusted yourself to simon. he thinks it's dangerous with the way you've opened yourself up so willingly for him. because although he's a trained soldier who has endured some of the worst. the biggest challenge yet as to be refraining from ravaging you with when he hones in on the damp spot on your panties.
it's the only guard you have against him right now. otherwise stripped bare for his hands to touch and his lips to press into. he starts mapping out your body so it can be prepared to fully claim it as his. wants so badly to be your first and your last. knows he can make it so, because he plans on wrecking you tonight.
"simon, when are you going to-" he cuts off your sweet voice by kissing your breast, nipping at it playfully and smirking when you whine. he pulls back to stroke your hair back and look you in the eyes with a teasing grin.
"going to wha'?" it makes you blush to even think of trying to get out the words properly. it'd already been enough to work up the courage to tell him that you were ready tonight. made you blush even harder by the way he bared his teeth in a feral grin when you said so.
"to... to f-"
"fuck you?" he interjects. "no, no, baby. not going to fuck you silly. not tonight. can't handle that yet, no matter how badly i want this pussy t'be mine." he grins down at you and softly cups your cheek. "i gotta introduce myself to her first, get her used to me and give her a proper welcome."
"her?" you ask timidly and he shuffles again between your thighs so that his boxers press up against your clothed pussy. makes you look at the size of him between your legs, and then at the size of his bulge.
"your pussy, baby. my pussy." he hums and strokes your thighs lovingly. he enjoys that little panicked look in your eyes, because he knows it's not because you want to back out. he can sense you're still okay with this. he just wants to coax you out a little bit, help you gain more confidence in this setting. because it would be further than the truth to say that he isn't so sexually attracted to you right now.
"how are you going to do that, simon?" you ask and hold your legs back for him. oh, so obedient. didn't need to ask. he awards you with a squeeze on your thigh and a pat to the knee.
"can i take these off, princess?" he asks while holding his hands at your hips. they're resting just above your underwear so he's not actually touching them, just barely above the hem of them. when you nod, he gives you a reassuring smile and slowly slips it off of you. he lets out a breath when he sees your pretty pussy underneath him, spread open from the position your legs are in since he's already so wide and you have to accommodate. "such a pretty pussy. can i touch?"
"yes, please." you look at him with hands by your chin, brought up since you weren't sure what to do with yourself. simon can't help but hum at the way you're so good for him, so polite. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers prod at your pussy lips, spreading them out even more.
he takes a gentle finger to slowly feel at your slit. there's enough of a sticky mess down there from all the kissing and licking he did at your neck and nipples. the way he was whispering promises of how good he was going to treat you and your "princess cunt" made you excited to experience what he wanted to give you.
"gonna put a finger in, yeah?" he confirms with you. you nod again and then he gives your hip a squeeze. "need you to use your words, baby. gotta make sure you tell me yes or no."
"please put a finger in me, simon," you beg him. he has no choice but to oblige. and then he's slowly pushing in a digit, his fingers already thicker than what you might expect and the stretch is a lot. your walls squeeze tightly down on the foreign feeling and he gently shushes you with a thumb to rub at your clit.
"i gotcha. need to prep you good if y'wanna take my cock. y'wanna take my cock, baby?" he asks while gently massaging your walls. it feels a little weird at first but the way he circles your clit is too good. you squeeze down on his finger again and he curses in his head. oh, how tight you were. just a wonder of how you'd feel wrapped around him. but he knew patience. he could wait just a little longer.
"i do. i want to feel your cock, simon. please make me cum," you watch him as he kisses your tummy. he tells you that he promises to. tells you that he was sure he was put on this earth to please you, to make you cum so good around him. he adds another finger when he feels that you're ready, and then another after that one. he has you stretched on three fingers with him rubbing little circles on your clit to help ease the pressure from him.
but when you're close, he stops the slow thrusting of his fingers and takes his thumb off. doesn't miss the way your thighs twitch and how you whimper when he pulls his fingers out. "hush, love. you'll get to cum soon enough. don't want you coming from anything but my cock first, though."
with that, he settles with his hips between your thighs again and slowly thrusts his cock against your folds. you feel for the first time just how thick he is, how far he spreads your pussy lips already as he smooths out a path between them. and you watch how far his tip goes up your tummy when he thrusts forward all the way.
"simon," you nervously call out, gripping onto his wrist. he's quick to pause and cups your face again.
"talk to me, love."
the concern in his eyes that lets you know no matter how bad he wants it, that he's willing to drop everything for you tonight if you tell him to stop. it has you making up your mind, trying to squish down the nervous butterflies in your tummy.
"go gentle, okay?"
he smiles, eyes crinkling as he gives you a nod. brings your hand up so he can kiss it and then intertwines his fingers with yours. "always."
he checks to make sure you're still good by playing with your pussy a little more, continuing to rub against you and ensure that your clit is getting the attention it needs. when he asks if it's okay to put it in, you tell him yes. but as he begins to push in, your body locks up and your hand squeezes so tightly on his.
"simon!" you yelp out as your back arches off the bed. he stops immediately, tip barely pushing past your entrance.
"shit, s'fucking tight. thought i stretched you out enough, princess," he says while locking his eyes with the way his cock splits you open at just the barest intrusion. he can see your cream slathering the tip of his dick. "wan' me to stop?"
you take in a deep breath and collect yourself. you're brave enough to try. you want it that badly. "n-no."
"don't think i can keep going without hurting you, baby." he prods his dick at your slit again and thinks of what to do. doesn't think you really want to be fingered again, not when you got this far. he doesn't want to squash your confidence either so he opts for the next best thing. "how 'bout just the tip?"
"just the tip?" you huff out. you look down and see the dripping head of his dick, hiding the full length of his meaty cock at the angle you're looking at. you look back at simon and nod. "okay."
"s'my good girl." he praises you and slowly pushes the tip in again. he bites in a loud groan at the way you squeeze down on him. what a tiny pussy. he feels the head pop in and huffs out a breath, watching to see the way you're reacting. your face is scrunched up in discomfort but you take deep breaths to work through it. deciding to help you, he starts working your clit again. "atta girl. look at you. tip's in this tight fuckin' pussy."
you look down and see that yes, his tip did go into your hole. can feel it too, how it stretches you so widely. you whimper at him when you realize that, unconsciously clenching down around his tip as you focus on the feeling of it. he hisses and grips your hip a little tighter. "move, please, simon?"
and he takes your words as if it were a holy order. allows himself shallow thrusts as he watches his tip pop in and out of your wet pussy. he pants as he watches it and feels the way you squeeze on him so nicely.
"hear tha', sweet girl?" he asks. you focus your ears onto what he might be talking about. and then you moan because you can hear the wet sounds of your pussy every time his cockhead slaps against your slit and stirs your juices around your pussy lips. "mm, s'right. s'all you. pussy so tight, so messy. and it's all mine."
he pinches your clit and it makes your legs squeeze around his hips now. the sensation of him stretching you out with just the tip and how it barely enters you combined with him rolling your clit between his fingers is too much. your eyes roll back and you moan, enjoying the way he plays with your pussy. although it's only the tip, his cock is so long and wide that it feels like it hits you so deep.
every time he pulls the tip back, he can see the messy strings of your juices still connecting him to your pussy. drives him absolutely mad.
"c'mon, baby. feel you clampin' down on me. you gonna cum?" he grunts out as his shallow thrusting becomes faster. you silently praise him for having the self control he does to not go any deeper. but you don't realize that he's become so addicted to just his tip dipping in and out of you. loves the way your pussy engulfs his tip and makes him so slippery.
"mhm," you hum as you look at him with lovesick eyes. "i... i think i'm going to cum." you aren't sure, never having cum around anything before. was it supposed to feel like this? you pant and squeal when he starts abusing your clit, swiping it back and forth. goes between squeezing on it and swiping the underside of your clit with his thumb and using his three fingers to move it back and forth.
and then you're cut off as you gush around him. you cum so much and shut your eyes as he continues to rapidly thrust in and out while you cum. takes a second for you both to realize that your juices has spurted all over your thighs and simon's stomach. he slows himself down as he takes his dick out and starts slapping the head on your clit, making you squirt even more.
you wiggle your hips to try to run from the sensation, but he keeps going and gives himself a couple more shallow thrusts into your pussy before finally pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. you catch your breath as simon slowly pumps his cock.
"i came a lot," you comment as you look at the mess that's slathered over his hips and probably darkening the sheets below you. he hums and looks at you questioningly.
"you ever cum before?" you shake your head no and he has to clear his throat so he can focus on hiding the way his eyes darkened at that. "you didn't just cum, love. you squirted."
your face turns red and you sink back into the pillows behind you. you let out a sheepish, "oh." and simon can't help but chuckle. he shifts his hips and his cock bounces up, letting you know that he's still hard.
"s'alright, love. i liked it a lot. you got another one in you? want to try to make you squirt again like tha'."
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casiia · 4 months
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༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; smile for the camera.
warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, very slight exhibition (i think?), v! penetration, choking, size kink, female reader, unedited.
.: masterlist.
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simon has STACKS of polaroids of you for when he’s next deployed. you had bought the polaroid camera, all excited to pick up a new hobby; photography. he thought it was stupid, but doesn’t stop you and your aspiring career. you’re taking pictures of everything for the next few weeks. capturing every memory the two of you shared, and piles of pictures were scattered around each room in the house — random ones, blurred ones, blank ones that didn’t develop right.
when you suggest taking pictures for him one night, he doesn’t seem to catch the hint. why’d he have to waste his precious time and take pictures of you when you’re right here?
he still doesn’t understand. he huffs when you climb off of his lap and scurry into your shared bedroom, the soft mutters of the christmas movie you put on for background noise the only thing that catches his attention — and it annoys him. you come back, your shirt hiked up over your bra and the bulky coral-colored camera in hand. 
you sit back onto his lap, shoving the polaroid into his hand and guiding his finger onto the button. he accidentally clicks it, a flash blinding you momentarily and you laugh. 
“eager are we?”
he sucked on his teeth, his eyes rolling at your poor attempt to tease him. his free hand moves to your waist and dips his fingers below the hem of your shorts. you swat his hand away with a pout, mumbling something about patience but he’s too horny to hear – or care. 
simon lowers the camera as you begin to pull your shirt over your head, you whine and tell him to hold it right. but he snaps back and complains that it’s blocking his view. 
it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you pout and tell him just to listen to you. he begrudgingly listens, muttering a retort under his breath that makes you smack his arm and shift off of his lap. but he’s quick to tug you back, saying he’s sorry and you’re just teasing him too much.
you shake your head, your finger hovering his, over the shutter button. you reach back with the other and undo your bra, letting it slip from your shoulder and into his lap. it’s then when you press down and simon takes a picture, your bare breast developing on the film as it slides out the exit slot. now he understands.
he watches with tight lips, waiting for the picture to develop and practically watching it turn into gold in front of his eyes. simon laughs in disbelief and looks at you, he wonders if this was your plan all along. play with it for a little before using it to make souvenirs for him, what a good girlfriend you were.
the hours blend and he has you bent and folded in every position he knows. it’s so embarrassing, and you find yourself covering your face or squeezing your thighs together, now trying to sheepishly hide from the lens.
but he tuts, reminding you that it was your idea. you can’t hide from him and if you try, he’ll keep you up all night — until he’s filled his album with enough pictures to relive any memory of you in bed.
he’s leaned back onto the sofa, one hand in your hair and one hand holding up the camera. he’s groaning loudly as you gag around his cock, your wide eyes fluttering up to meet his. he’s drooling at the sight, tears staining your blushed cheeks and dripping down your chin.
simon spreads his legs and angles the camera down to catch a glimpse of the way you have a hand wrapped around the base of his cock — too big for you to fit it all in your mouth. he snaps a picture, the flash making little dots cloud your vision.
you giggle, pulling your lips off of him to which he annoyingly grunts, trying to push back into your mouth.
“how many more of these are y’gonna take?”
you ask, pressing your cheek into the inside of his thigh. you’re not even looking at him anymore, so focused on his cock and the way your saliva makes his foreskin glisten.
he can’t resist, simon takes another picture and pulls the developing film from the dispenser, tossing it into the pile with the other pictures he’s taken. your face just looks so small aligned with his cock, the angle making him so much larger than he was.
“m’takin as many as i want. what am i gonna do when i miss you when i’m away and need to release some stress?”
simon tugs at your hair, nodding over to the cushions next to him. his hands immediately find your waist when you stand and he pushes you down into the couch. your hair sprawling over the pillows as you look up at him with wide eyes.
another giggle escapes you, your hand covers your mouth to suppress the laughter. it wasn’t that you were surprised about him being so needy, it’s the way he had a mountain of pictures lazily tossed into a pile. film wrappers crumpled lazily and strewn across the coffee table, the packages once holding refills for the film.
“what’s funny, bun?”
simon’s voice is hoarse, he’s spreading your legs and another picture is added to his collection. the way your cunt is glistening with the flash, your juices smeared on your inner thighs. he swears he’s going to cherish these forever, keep them around til’ they are all tattered and barely visible.
your breath is knocked from your lungs, and you can’t form words no matter how hard you try. he’s sliding his cock in between your folds, nudging your clit with his angry red tip. you whine, your hips bucking up to meet his, needing more friction to ease your arousal; and he takes another picture, how he wishes these images could capture sounds.
he’s pressing his fat, heavy cock against your stomach, a groan spilling from his lips when his tip is leaking just below your belly button. simon smears his precum against your skin, translucent globs dribbling from his slit.
“look at that, gonna be in your fuckin’ stomach.”
simon grins at the sight, but before he gives you the pleasure of filling you up, he’s leaning over you and pressing his lips to your neck. your fingernails dig into his shoulders, crescents forming under your touch, and a slew of apologies is mumbled under your shaky breath.
he hums into the crook of your neck, nipping harshly at your skin before dragging his rough tongue over the spot — soothing the bite. simon trails down to your breast, leaving a path of love bites and covering you in his mark.
while he has you distracted, he shifts his hips and pushes himself into you slowly sinking in inch by inch before he’s balls deep. he leans back and he groans at the sight, you are completely exposed for him with his bitemarks sloppily etched into your skin, a bulge forming in your belly. he slides his calloused hand up in between the valley of your breast and he wraps his hand around your neck, he squeezes lightly, and when you moan quietly as if flustered like it’s the first time he has you filled with his cock —  he snaps another picture. afraid that this moment will vanish.
that was the last of the film that he has. but god, it’s worth it. he promises he’ll buy you more in the morning, but he’s dropped the camera and holding you close. his throbbing cock plunging in and out of your squelching cunt, your juices painting his abdomen, shining his muscles under the dim light.
when he has to leave, he gathers EVERY SINGLE ONE and hides it in between the pages of an old magazine. no one would be caught dead snooping through his things, but it was a precaution he took because he didn’t want you exposed for all of his teammates to see. you were his, and he was never one of share.
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AN: guys...i don't even have words tbh. just simon and like he WOULD take so many pics i'm just sooo :((( urgh. i hate him. if i missed any warnings lmk!
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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months
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People who make art of Simon/Ghost and give him Samuel's features, I love and appreciate you a lot more 🖤
The cruel comments this sweet man has received for not looking like damn supermodel as if Simon was said to be one, are disgusting.
Samuel is beautiful inside out, and he deserves to see his face on the character he so well portrays. He IS Simon 'Ghost' Riley.
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naivegh0ul · 5 months
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ghost who is soooo sensitive. like crazy sensitive. he struggles not to cum instantly when he's inside you because you just feel so good. so warm and wet and tight and fuck, he's cumming.
and when he cums, he cums. dumps bucket loads inside you. his voice gets all high and whiny when he cums, too. his hips jerking and his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck bc he's so embarrassed that he came before you even started.
the best thing about his sensitivity tho is that he can go again once he's finished cumming. doesn't matter if he's barely finished emptying his balls, he's going again, mouth on yours as he thrusts his sticky, cum-covered cock into you.
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peachesofteal · 4 months
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Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: Your apartment floods. Inspired by and for @liliumbosniacum
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"I need to take leave."
Simon's phone is pressed against his face, one hand holding the device, the other with a canvas bag in his hand, it's contents overflowing: blankets, baby clothes, your pillow.
"Everything alright?" Price sounds suspicious, but more curious than anything, and Simon sighs.
"Neighbor's flat flooded. She's got nowhere else to go so I'm letting 'em stay with me for a while." Price, thank fucking god, doesn't push it any further, disconnecting with a rumble about checking in with him next week, wishing him a happy holiday, and a parting good luck.
When he hangs up, you're standing hesitantly in his doorway, pile of clothes in your arms.
"That the last of it?" He asks, and you nod.
"Are y-you sure this is okay?" You're still upset, shaken, and he doesn't blame you. You were terrified when you woke up to bone chilling, ankle deep water, frantically shouting about a burst pipe into the phone over Emmaline's shrieks.
"It's okay, sweetheart. I've got plenty of room." He does. His flat is larger than yours, and though they're both two bedroom floor plans, his bedrooms are bigger, and he has two bathrooms, compared to your one. "I got the crib reassembled in the guest room." He motions to the door that's half opened, a few bags of Emmaline's stuff collected on the floor.
"Thank you." you murmur, and then step forward, burying your face in his chest. He holds you there, rubbing your back, working his thumb into the knot that sits at the base of your neck. “At least we saved the tree,” you laugh, wet and sad, and he hums, bowing to press his lips to your forehead.
“I’m sorry love.”
“It’s alright.” You shrug. “Nothing I could control.” You’ve got a point there, and he appreciates the approach, marvels at your ability to not be angry or frustrated with your neighbor, even though it wasn’t really their fault as well. He’s irritated for both of you, anxious over visualizing what would have happened if the chunk of the ceiling that fell was misplaced and landed on you, or Emma.
You pull away, face twisted up into something that looks painful, tears on your lash line, and he frowns. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart, c’mon. It’s alright.”
“I know.” You cry, clamping your hand over the bridge of your nose and trying to turn away. “It’s just all her gifts we-were in my room and now they’re ruined, and-“
“Okay, so we’ll get more. We still have plenty of time.” He reassures, rubbing his palms up and down your arms until you come back to him, letting him fold you back into his embrace. “We’ll fix it. Don’t worry.”
“We will?” You sniffle, and he nods.
“I’m on leave, until after the holiday, so I’ll be around, we can go shopping and replace everything. It’s going to be alright. I promise.” That word slips out of him again, promise. I promise, just like he told you this morning when you were frantic and he said it was okay that you stayed with him, I promise, just like he assured last night when you apologized for Emmaline crying for most the evening. “Okay?” His chin rests on the top of your head, and he turns to kiss you, the touch as soft as he can manage. You hum, and then sigh into him.
“Okay Simon.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“No.” His refusal is immediate, and you look at him in near exasperation.
“Simon I can’t kick you out of your bed! You’re too big for the couch, anyway, and I don’t mind, I’ve slept on a couch plenty. Plus I’ll be able to hear better, when Emmaline wakes-“
“Sweetheart.” You’re in the living room, bouncing Emmaline in your arms, walking back and forth in front of the fireplace. She’s wearing a red and white striped onesie, like a candy cane, and Simon chuckles when she makes grabby hands at him as he approaches. You sigh, and he tucks his hands under her, lifting her away and into his arms, pleased at how you instantly relax and stretch your back and shoulders in response. “Think you’re getting too big for mama, baby girl.” You roll your eyes, playfully knocking your elbow into his side, and he grunts. “You’re not kicking me out of my own bed.”
“No?” You turn with a hand on your hip, other one holding a half full bottle.
“No, well. I mean-“ he falters, suddenly losing his confidence. “I’m happy to let you have it, or…” He can’t get the words right, can’t communicate what it is he wants to tell you, too worried about scaring you off or being too forward, pushing you too far.
“Or?” You look so pretty, standing in his flat, your belongings, Emma’s, strewn about, just your presence alone making this place feel more like a home than it ever has before. He feels dizzy, overflowing with emotion when Emma lays her head down on his chest, and you smile at her, looking back up at him, delicate, sweet smile on your lips. He bends, tilting your face upwards to meet his, lips ghosting against one another as Emma coos from his arms.
“Or… we can share it.”
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wispscribbles · 7 months
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Ghost who's gone prematurely grey due to his lovely past (and Soap who doesn't mind)
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ceilidho · 7 months
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idk nsfw; simon "big boy" riley
ghost who's just a little bit embarrassed by how big his dick is. like genuinely his ears go a bit pink the first time he unzips his jeans in front of you. it's a gruff, waspish sort of embarrassed, like he'll be a bit rougher with you if you comment on it at all (and god forbid you think you're funny and call him "big boy" or anything, he'll either zip right back up or growl at you to shut up)
he goes quiet and intense when he fingers you open and when you whine at him to get on with it already, he grunts that he'll take as long as he needs. growls at you to soften up, won't fuck you until you've come at least twice on his fingers, works you open on his tongue too, sometimes even hesitates after you've come and decides to just jack off onto your belly. if you say anything about it, he'll snap something like "complaining like you didn't just come twice - greedy fuckin' girl."
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groguspicklejar · 5 months
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zombie!ghost hcs but it's fluff (looking at @alwaysshallow)
you like to put stickers on his mask. just to make yourself feel better about the situation because you never thought he'd get infected. it's very jarring for someone who tries to attack you and immediately gets mauled by this huge zombie with unicorn stickers on his face.
you talk to him like he's still normal. mostly answering yourself because he doesn't. he didn't reply much before but now it was dead silence or he'd give a groan if he disagreed. and you know he disagrees but just to be a little shit you'd say "i'll take that as a yes."
if he could roll his eyes, he would.
[Part 2]
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ghosts-cyphera · 6 months
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Everything you write is a banger 🫶 and you are RIGHT, ghost loves sloppy blowjobs but especially the noises like loves hearing his beautiful gf gag on his huge dick while staring up at him with watery eyes (please euthanize me)
you people are being so good to me like what on earth did I do to deserve this? I love you! thank you so, so much 💕🫶🏻 also… say fucking less, my love.
warnings/content: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader. blowjob, deep-throating, mentions of spit and tears. swallowing. slight degradation if you squint, but ghost only adores you! words: 762. 18+, mdni.
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Ghost’s calloused fingers caressed your cheek, and he lifted your head to look at him. On your knees before him you looked even softer and sweeter than you usually did.
So goddamn obedient.
From the sight, his cock—painfully erect—twitched above your face. Mere seconds earlier he had pulled it out of your throat, your lips releasing it with a soft pop: your body desperate for one of those breaths that he knew would burn your lungs from the mere intensity of your inhale.
He did love to push you to your limit. His sweetheart turned into a cock-drunk little thing. Lips glistening, eyes pleading for more. Your spit dripping down your jaw in a pretty little stream, lubing you up so fuckin’ nice and good for his use.
He’d been fucking your mouth—your throat—for so long, that by now, he knew your body felt empty without the weight of his thick length on your tongue.
And who the fuck was he to deny that from you, eh?
“Tongue out, darlin’.”
Not a hint of hesitation flashed in your eyes as you let him see the pretty pink of it. You were so goddamn fuckin’ beautiful like this: the sounds that passed your lips so goddamn pretty as he pushed back in.
“There ya fuckin’ go. Come on, luv, take it all, yeah?”
The thick weight of him in your mouth muffled out most of your gasps and moans, yet never the sound of your gags. So fuckin’ sweet, as he pushed into your throat, his hand on the back of your head helping you to align your throat better. To allow him deeper down.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell, baby, that’s it. Just like that—“
He could feel your throat relaxing around him once more. Your gags easing, your shoulders letting go of their nervous tension: the sudden ease allowing his balls to press against your bottom lip as he bottomed out.
“Fuckin’ right, doll.” He was downright seeing stars by then: your mouth so fuckin’ soft and warm and wet around him that had this been his first time using you like this, he would’ve damn sure passed out from the pure fuckin’ bliss. “My darlin’s takin’ it so fuckin’ good, yeah?”
Ghost’s fingers caressed your cheek, soft and adoring: so at odds with the mess that he was making of you. Sliding out, only to feed every last fuckin’ inch of his cock back down your throat, somehow only deeper than the last time.
“Fuckin’—eyes on me, yeah, luv?”
Your gaze found his in an instant: the beauty of your eyes only highlighted by the glimmer of your tears, accompanied by the softest twinkle of his darlin’ seeking his approval.
Your body was begging for more: only opening up further around the brutal size of his cock, allowing him to pick up his pace.
In and out: your spit running past your lips.
In and fuckin’ out, as you forced your eyes to stay locked with his. How fuckin’ scary he must’ve looked, towering over you with his goddamn mask on. 
Fuck, how he would make you feel so loved and adored after. Work so hard on showin’ you how much you meant to him.
Christ al-fuckin’-mighty.
His eyes blinking shut, Ghost leaned his head back as his fingers around your head tightened their grip. Now chasing after his orgasm, he listened to your gags and whimpers: the desperation of your spit dripping past your lips as he used you for his pleasure.
His sweet little thing.
His perfect fuckin' darlin’.
“So goddamn fuckin’ close, baby—“
Ghost forced his gaze to meet yours, and that—fuckin’ hell, that was all that he needed. Seeing the knit of your brows as your twinkling eyes begged for his cum down your throat, so fuckin’ well trained.
So fuckin’ sweet.
With a deep curse and a rumbling call for your name, his cock pumped thick ropes of his seed down your throat.
Chuckling, as your eyes watered.
Praising you, his voice low yet warm, as he felt you swallowing around him before he pulled out with a soft pop.
Smiling from pure pride, as Ghost crouched by you and drew you into the deepest of kisses, full of adoration for you.
For his sweetheart.
His little fuckin’ champ.
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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
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Warnings: Mention of war/deployment, female anatomy reader, NSFW porn, excessive swearing, reader is described as small compared to Ghost, size kink, mirror-sex kink, age-gap but not really? (reader is mentioned being younger than him), consent is sexy baby, needy/desperate Ghost and Reader, unprotected sex, possessive!Ghost, teasing, FLUFF, pining.
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He’s on leave when he first meets her. Sitting alone in a pub, clutching a glass of their finest whiskey--
A small, soft, hand gently gripping his arm startles him into defense mode that had been ingrained in him since he was child, always on edge long before he joined the military--
Oh. His head snaps to look over at the offender but he’s met with a cute little thing, bright eyes that are glazed over a bit from the alcohol and cheeks flushed from the natural heat of liquid courage.
“I know this is, really out of the blue and I don’t-don’t normally do this,” The way she stutters is fucking adorable. Voice slightly slurred from the drinks she had earlier, something fruity because he can vaguely smell strawberries on her breath--
“But there’s a guy, over there,” She discretely points in a direction behind her. “And he’s been watching me all night. I wanna go home but I’m afraid he’ll follow me.” Her voice gets small at the end, glancing up at him with wide doe-eyes that makes something squeeze in his chest--
Simon’s gaze flickers to a booth she'd pointed out and he doesn’t need any clarification because his eyes land on some slimy motherfucker with beady eyes that’s staring in her direction. The man ducks his head when he notices Ghost’s piercing stare, a look that could burn holes through someone with how fucking dangerous the glint in his eyes are. 
The soft lilt of her voice catches his attention. Dark, half lidded eyes glancing down at her from where he’s leaned against the bar. “If I wasn’t clear, I’m asking if you’d walk me home? I only live a few blocks--” The rest falls on deaf ears because in what fucking universe would some soft, little lady come to him for protection? He wasn’t made to protect, to shield, no. He could see any of the other boys he’s deployed with doing so-- but him? How Simon protects people, civilians, innocents, is through the elimination of his enemy. His bloodstained hands make sure of that, impure with scars that only remind him of his work and that he’s a fucking weapon--
Slimy guy is making his way over. Simon notices it in his peripheral and he glances down at her, dark eyes meeting her gentle gaze. “You trust me?” His voice comes out gruff, a result of not speaking for hours on end. There’s a pause. A ticking timer between her response and question of faith in a stranger to be kinder than this fuck weaving through the crowd to get closer. “Yes.”
That’s all it takes. Simon stands to his full height now-- fucking hell. It was obvious you were short from when you first walked up to him but now--
You’re a hair taller than his shoulders. And it lights something deep in his chest, a primal ache to protect this small, delicate beauty in front of him. He could never be a shield, can’t imagine it, no matter how hard he racks his brain searching for an image it never comes to him but shit-- He feels like a fucking sentinel standing over you, made to protect you from the evil of this world and it must hit you too. Simon’s infatuated with the surprised look that flashes across your face for a brief moment, taken aback by his stature, how he fucking dwarfs you in comparison-- 
“Fuck off mate, she’s with me.” Before the creep can get a word out Simon’s already in control of the situation, one of his arms wrapped around her back, his hand pressed against her waist. He can feel her hands gripping at his black hoodie, her small frame easily fitting into his side so precisely that it strikes something in him at how perfect she feels pressed against him--
He’s outside of the pub. His memory is foggy on how he’s suddenly out in the cold air but he feels her small hand, fingers firmly gripping his palm and he can barely fucking feel it from how delicately she’s holding his hand and he doesn’t deserve this doesn’t deserve to be handled so gently as if he’s made of glass what fucking being blessed him with this opportunity-- 
“I asked you a question, stranger.” Her words are still slurred, body swaying as she guides him to her flat. He moves his arm to wrap around her back, cradling her waist and pulling her against him so she doesn’t stumble. Simon’s eyebrow quirks in curiosity. “What’s that?” 
“Why the uh,” she points to her own face “Why the skull ski mask? I mean it’s cool, don’t get me wrong,” Her words start to fade into a whisper, the streetlights enhance the red glow of her blush. 
“For robbin' places.” Simon goes for a joke, an amused lilt in his voice and his head tilts down just a fraction to gauge her reaction and-- She straight up cackles. A genuine, chest-deep laugh that physically releases the tension his shoulders. She rests her head against his arm, “Sounds like fun, I wanna come along some time.” Fuck. Ghost wasn’t prepared for her half-lidded eyes that were full of mischief and something more suggestive-- it sends an electric spark up his spine. Creates a warm, liquid burn in his gut just from one look she gave him and fuck he’s curious now. Images flash through his mind quickly like the burst-shot of a camera, how would those beautiful, half-lidded eyes also appear in the more intimate settings.
“Thank you for, you know, walking me home and all.” They’re standing at the top of the staircase into her building. Three blocks isn’t enough to get to know her and all her quirks that he finds himself aching to learn now. “And thank you for being a decent person, and not well, taking advantage.” She scratched the back of her neck, nervously, unable to meet his gaze at the indirect accusation. 
“My pleasure.” His voice is like gravel, deep, low enough that if they’d been standing any further apart she wouldn’t be able to figure out what he’d said. Simon turns briefly, only getting two steps down on the cement stairs when she calls for him again. Shit. this is fucking adorable-- They’re eye-level now. It strikes that protective feeling deep in his chest again. “Could I, maybe, get your....number?” The last word squeaks out and it’s cute. Everything about her is cute. A stark comparison to the burly frame of a man wearing all black standing on her staircase. Simon pulls his phone from his hoodie pocket, unlocking the screen and handing it to her. A silent display of mutual trust. He watches her attentively, the way the light from both phone screens reflect in her eyes, how they flicker back and forth between his phone and hers to make sure she got the number right. She hands his phone back, her name in his contacts causes him to huff in amusement-- ‘Nice bar lady’. “No names?” It comes out like a statement but it’s a question. The inquisitive tone in his deep voice affirms that. 
She’s unlocking her door when she turns back to him, a teasing smirk pulled across her lips as she steps backwards through the doorframe. “Only on our first date.” The door shuts. First date? Oh. He’s fucked for sure.
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There's a war raging inside Simon's head. Two battalion ships circling each other in the vast openness of the ocean. Taking shots at each other for the claim of dominance.
It's about you.
He's been sitting on his deflated couch in the dark of his partially empty flat-- thinking. Brewing. He couldn't be bothered to turn on a lamp once he got through the door because he had to take a minute to process everything. The night's events.
He wants to cut her off. To leave what happened tonight exactly there-- a one time occurrence. His index finger is tapping against the worn denim of his jeans-- a nervous habit. Something that doesn't happen often because Simon "Ghost" Riley is never anxious. Or ever anxious enough for it to appear physically but fuck--
The smell of her perfume is still on his sweatshirt. It's light and floral and it invades his senses until all he can think about is how she looked up at him in the bar when he stood to his full height--
Arousal. He couldn't think of the last time anyone had looked at him in that manner and he wasn't even sure if it was arousal but he can't wrack his brain for a different emotion to describe how her eyes were lidded and the way her cheeks flushed when he stood closer.
But he couldn't...right? His line of work---
Simon-- doesn't allow himself to indulge in the intimacy of a romantic relationship. He doesn't deserve it. The soft touch of a lover is reserved for a man far less tainted than he is. The darkness has already seeped into all of his being until whatever he touches is also tainted by his demons. The demons that have made him who he is. A broken childhood, his decisions and actions he's made in his military career that have lead him to become the 'Ghost'.
Simon wants to rip the hoodie off. To sever the thoughts and what-ifs that spin around in his brain until he's dizzy. But he hasn't. Can't bring himself too. His muscles ache, prepared for the aggressive action but he's still.
The way her small hand clutched to his hoodie, how her fingers dug into the fabric as if he was a life raft and she was drowning. He was her salvation. The thought leaves a bittersweet taste on his tongue, one that he refuses to acknowledge but adores how she found solace in him so easily--
Simon's phone buzzes from his jeans pocket. He shifts his hips up until he can grasp the phone and opens it. A text message from her.
"Hope you got home safe! :) "
He stares down at the screen. The blue light reflects in his eyes as he reads the message over and over. His fingers hover over the keyboard-- this is his deciding moment if he cuts off this new relationship with a beautiful stranger he met or if he gives in to these, in his opinion, emotions that beg to be fed--
But he knows it won't end well. For either of them. Past relationships, when he first joined the military, proved this. The stain of his sins seeps into every person he touches. Every person he opens up too. That's why he found it easier to shut his emotions away. To repress them deep into his soul.
But they're clawing their way out. He can feel it. Can feel his resolve shattering--
Another buzz. Simon focuses his attention back to the phone.
"I mean-- I'm sure no one would mess with you or try to like mug you but ya know what I mean. Sorry I'm still buzzed haha"
This is the moment. The pinnacle of whether he cuts her off. To stop here you have to stop this won't end well please--
"Appreciate it."
He's doomed.
----
Simon doesn't regret it. Even with the demons clawing at his skull to escape his head because this is a mistake--
He can't regret it.
Her smile permeates the forefront of his thoughts. Silences the screams.
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Simon's called back in on leave. He clenches his jaw until he can feel the tension threaten to snap the muscles. Wheels up at 2100. Of all fucking days--
He's meeting with her for their first date. Simon's opted for something dressier than normal. He's wearing a mask. One that covers the lower half of his face and he opts for a ball cap to cover his hair. He decided on a t-shirt-- one from a tourist spot in Egypt that Soap had bought him just to fuck with him because goddamnit Johnny we're working--
Simon wanted to improve his appearance, to make an impression and not just be known as the grungy guy sitting alone in a pub--
It's an outdoor restaurant. The weather is the nicest it's been in days and the sun has finally broken through the cloud cover. The new warmth combined with the result of previous rain showers creates a blooming humidity that crawls along your skin. It's sticky but it's gratifying in a strange way.
Simon is standing by the entrance. They planned on meeting here. Simon reads over the text to double-check his information was correct.
Simon's breath catches in his throat when he looks up. She's walking up the stairs to him and she's wearing this baby pink sundress and most of her hair is pulled back into a bun except for a few strands that frame her face and her smile--
"Hey stranger." She's looking up at him with a lopsided smile and her head is tilted up to meet his eyes. She's breathtaking.
"Still no names?" His voice comes out as a growl. The gravel of his voice being responsible for it. She's chuckling and grabbing his hand to pull him up to the host stand. The softness of her palm is distracting in the sweetest and most sinful ways.
She's talking to the host. He can't hear it over the sound of his blood pumping in his ears and the rapid beating of his heart--
She doesn't seem to mind his silence. Because she's still holding his hand and leading him through the sea of tables and people alike and all he can see is a beacon. A light leading him through a dark tunnel. She glances over her shoulder and grins at him--
He's fucked. Simon knew he was from the beginning when she first approached him but now he's fucked fucked. He's torn between cradling her gently to his chest and protecting her from the evils of the world and absolutely ruining her--
A large hand wrapped around her throat as he presses her small frame against the sheets of his bed as he fucks into her slowly so he can burn her expressions into his brain that way he'll never forget--
He can imagine it. Hear the breathy little moans that escape her every time he pulls out and pushes in, the whimper when he presses his palm flat against her stomach and he can fucking feel his cock ruining her cute little cunt--
"So do we wanna share names before or after we get our food?" She's sitting across from him with an amused smile that curves her lips in a cute way. Simon distantly realizes that she's studying him. Taking all of his expressions and details in.
"Before." Simon tilts his head a little and crosses his arms over his chest-- a subconscious move to guard his heart.
"You first." She's being cheeky. He can see it in her eyes and in the lilt of her voice. Testing him to see how he reacts--
"If I remember correctly you approached me. You first." Simon is grinning under the mask as he sees a red blush fan across her cheeks. She huffs a little in both amusement and defeat before offering her name.
"Quite lovely. Name's Simon." He furrows his brows as hers raise in surprise. Simon leans back into his chair, the metal creaking in protest--
"What is it?" He quizzes.
"Oh! Nothing! I've just been thinking about what your name would be and Simon never crossed my mind. It's fitting though, way better than my ideas."
"Care to share?" Simon leans forward now, it's cute how she stumbles over her words in embarrassment.
"James was the main one. Henry or Cole was next." She couldn't keep eye contact with him. Not with the way he was practically staring into her soul.
He huffed in an amused manner. Ghost enjoyed the way she squirmed under his gaze. Natural blush tinted her cheeks and she chewed on the plushness of her bottom lip nervously, refusing to acknowledge his heavy stare.
"We should've bet on it." He winks at her and in response she lets out this airy giggle and he can see the tension in her shoulders visibly dissipate.
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Simon didn't have the heart to tell her that he was leaving. Deployed on such short notice. In hindsight, it would've been best to explain his sudden disappearance.
But she was so beautiful. At peace as she sat across from him in that oxidized metal chair and batted her eyelashes at him. Twisted a loose strand of hair around her finger and beamed at him as if he was the sun itself gracing the dark moon with its light. If only she'd known it was the other way around.
Sun-kissed skin and gentle words forming on those plush lips had rendered him silent. Entranced. Not that she seemed to mind his silence-- she continued to ramble about anything that crossed her mind and accepted his grunts and hums as confirmation to a question.
This was going to be the longest month of his life.
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A month had turned into two months. With an unexpected change of plans and uncooperative informants, this deployment had been nothing short of hell. The rumbling tremor of plane turbulence has never felt so comforting before. Out of that hell-hole and back to her--. Back to home. Home. His home, his flat. Thoughts of her rushed back into the forefront of his brain and he felt a sharp pang of regret stab him between the ribs in response. Was she still around? Did she leave when he did? Why did he care?
The cold rain that poured down onto the runway shocked him out of his subconscious and back into the present. It soaked through his sweatshirt as he stepped off the airlifter, the soft material easily absorbing the water. The smell of her perfume had faded. If he thought hard enough he could still imagine it was there. But why would he?
Why does he care?
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Déjà vu. Simon had taken place on the same chair at the same pub he'd met her that fateful night. Pour Choices. The irony was not lost on him.
This had to have been his third glass of whiskey in the span of an hour. He wanted-- needed to drown his thoughts within the bottle sitting next to him. His fingers tapped deftly on the glass. Anxious. About what he wasn't sure. Or he didn't want to acknowledge the actual reason. The rowdy chatter of the other patrons around him deafened the thoughts that were spiraling into an all too familiar void.
Simon hated this. Hated this self-loathing feeling that was overwhelming him. The regret of not staying ate away at his soul from the inside out. If he still had one, that is.
He didn't deserve her. Simon had known this from the start but now he was grasping at straws to convince himself she's better off without him. She'll find someone better, a far better man than he was. A man who didn't have demons howling in his head and blood-stained hands. One that she could freely see physically and emotionally-- he wouldn't have the need to conceal his identity and hide his emotions in the dark crevices of his heart.
The thought hurt more than it did comfort him. But she wasn't his. She will not be his. He'd make sure of it, distance himself. Plan on visiting another country for awhile. Or maybe he'd accept the next deployment, volunteer even just to quiet the thoughts--
A soft tap on his shoulder. Simon glanced over to the patron.
Fuck.
His eyes widened as he took a few moments to register she was here. In front of him. Surely the alcohol was causing him to hallucinate. What are the chances of--
"What are the chances, huh?" She seemed to read his thoughts. His eyes lingered a little too long on the crooked smile she gave him. Her soft pink tongue darted out to lick them and he could've sworn his entire body had caught on fire from this new unbearable heat. Heat that seemed to linger under his skin and radiate off of him.
"You wanna step outside? It's pretty crowded in here..." She trailed off shyly and my god did he crave to burn that image in his mind. The young woman nervously plucking at a string on the sleeve of her jacket, staring down at the floor like she was afraid he'd reject her.
"Tab." Simon spoke sternly, giving a nod to the bartender in thanks as he stood from the barstool. He could've melted at the foreign yet long-craved feeling of her hands clutching on to the sleeve of his hoodie as they walked out of the pub. The cold night air was a blessing. Fresh air rushing into his lungs and purging them from the smog and lingering cigarette smoke that clouded the pub's interior.
"So, 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' is true?" She peeked up at him, most of her vision blocked just from the bulk of his shoulders. Those same shoulders slumped in newfound shame. She released his arm but continued to hold his large palm in her much smaller one. He could feel her stare boring into his temple.
"'Spose so, yeah." Simon's calloused hand gently squeezed hers-- an apology. A silent apology. She hummed in response, staring down at the cement of the sidewalk.
"Do you always vanish off the face of the earth after a first date or...?" Simon visibly flinched in response. He deserved that. She was smiling up at him but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Simon stopped short in the middle of the sidewalk. She squeaked softly when her own momentum pulled her back to him. His fingers nervously tapped against the back of her hand. Contemplating. Mulling his own thoughts around in his brain.
"I was deployed," He watched as her eyebrows shot high up on her forehead in surprise. "Thought it would hurt less if I said nothing."
Fuck. He really fucked up this time. His heart was rapidly beating in his chest in anticipation of her answer because fuck he didn't want this to be the end. Not here. Not now. Simon subtly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, jaw absent-mindedly clenching and releasing.
"Kind of a lose-lose situation then, huh?" She peeked up at him from where her gaze was originally glued to her own shoes. Simon's brow quirked upwards in question, the action barely noticeable under the balaclava. Her head bobbed up and down in an understanding nod.
"You didn't want to disappoint me by telling me you were leaving but you not telling me had the same effect." Fuck, it was like she could read his thoughts. Slipping into his subconscious whenever they locked eyes.
"You at least could've said you were in the military. Your disappearance wouldn't have stung so much." Her lips quirked to the side in a pout.
"I'll make it up to ya. Promise." Simon offered quietly. His thumb rubbed soothingly across the back of her hand. The way her eyes lit up at his words erased every fear in his mind. The dull yellow streetlamps that casted light created stark compositions of shadows on her face. Highlighting her features in a manner that caused the breath in his windpipe to hitch suddenly. Her eyelashes fluttered as she studied him-- surely imagining what he looked like under the mask. Her eyes were narrowed in a playful manner, a mischievous glint in those vibrant irises.
"You uh--, wanna start now? Tonight?" She bit her lip suggestively. He can't remember the last time such a simple action got him this hard this quickly.
Fuck. Fuck yes. Please. Fuck--
"Whatever you want, baby girl." His voice was husky now, having dropped a few octaves. Her cheeks flushed hot and her eyes widened as she blinked up at him. Simon took a step forward-- effectively pressing against her chest and invading her space simultaneously. Her gaze snapped away to some unknown space on the brick wall next to them. Simon cocked his head to the side, observing her shy behavior before tilting her chin up with two fingers. He leaned down to talk directly into her ear.
"Are we going to your flat or should I take you right here?" He grinned under the mask when she audibly whimpered. Her hands fisted into the sleeve of his hoodie as she started walking backwards--pulling him with her.
"Flat. My flat. Please." She whined. Fuck she was cute. Eagerly pulling at his hoodie to get him back to her place. As if he'd change his mind.
Simon studied her as she pulled him down different streets. Her hand was clutching his tightly, though he could hardly feel it-- not only from the sheer size difference but the layers of callouses that have built up on his palms over years.
He couldn't get over the stark comparison between them. She was soft. Soft curves and plush flesh-- even the clothes she wore were soft. A pastel pink blouse that was sparingly patterned with little strawberries across the fabric. In comparison he was harsh. Stark, angular cuts of muscle under marred skin from various scars. He was silent, closed-off in his emotions but she felt like an open book--every emotion easily visible and she loved to talk about every minute detail of what her day entailed.
Simon loved it.
He was standing on the second step of the staircase to her flat-- reliving that moment too long ago. He still found amusement in the height difference when she turned to grab at his hand and they were eye-to-eye. She pulled him with her down the hallways to her flat. Her palms were sweaty-- Simon noted distantly. He assumed his weren't any better. Her hands were shaky as she fumbled with the lock, trying to get the key into the doorknob. Simon leaned down and gently grasped her hand in his-- a soft gasp escaping her from the unexpected touch. He tenderly pried the keys from her fingers and stepped forward-- pressing her into the wood door. Her resounding moan went straight to his cock and made his thoughts fuzzy. He pressed the key into the lock and easily unlocked the door.
"There we are." Simon offered her the keys back. She grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie and shoved the door open to pull him in. Her fingers deftly locked the door before groping at his body under the thick clothes.
"I wanna kiss you." She whined in frustration. She bat her eyelashes up at him and pulled his face down towards her. The keys hit the floor with a metallic thunk. Simon rolled the balaclava up onto his nose and crushed his lips against hers. Both of them moaned simultaneously. His hands slipped under her blouse and squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bra. She whimpered in response. Her hands clasped together at the back of his neck to pull him closer-- further into herself. Simon took advantage of the position and gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her up onto his torso--her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He twisted around and pressed her back against the door--groaning in response to the friction when she wiggled against him.
"Hey, hey, Simon-- fu-- Simon wait." He hummed as he pulled back. Fuck. Her lips were red and swollen and her hair was mused from where he'd grabbed it. Pupils blown wide in lust but she adamantly pressed her hand against his collarbone to push him back. Their breaths mingled together in the short space between them, gasping for air.
"I didn't-- Didn't even think about it when I saw you in the pub. I just wanted to see you. Are you drunk? Are you okay to do this?" The way her brows were furrowed in concern warmed the coldest parts of his heart. He distantly pondered the last time someone genuinely cared for him like this.
"Oh, I'm as sober as a nun in church, love." A genuine smile pulled across his lips when she giggled in response. "Couldn't be anymore grateful that I'm sober righ' now." He grunted in satisfaction when she pulled him into a kiss using the collar of his hoodie as leverage. He reveled in the keening moan she emitted when he ground his hips into hers. She pulled back with a gasp, whining softly when he chased after her lips.
"Bedroom." She managed to squeak out before he captured her lips with his own once more. Simon relented and opted to press kisses down the column of her throat. He groaned headily at the familiar smell of her perfume, something floral with warm vanilla, enveloping his senses.
"It's the door on the fuck--, on the right down the hall." Simon was quickly becoming obsessed with the little noises she made and how her skin tasted under his tongue. He nipped and mouthed at her neck as her hands slunk under the fabric of the balaclava and grasped at his hair. A sharp and embarrassingly loud moan escaped him from the feeling. It's been so long, too long, since anyone gripped at his hair like that--
Goosebumps broke out along his skin. Simon hoisted her higher up onto his waist and carried her to the bedroom. She squeaked as he roughly groped at her thighs and ass. He kicked the door open with his boot and tossed her onto the bed, the young woman giggling in response as the mattress bounced from the impact. He toed his boots off-- not noticing she mirrored the action with her own heels. Simon stalked towards her, grasping her ankles and tugging her to the edge of the bed so her thighs hung off the side.
"Shit! Simon--." She moaned when he ground his hips against her again. Testing-- teasingly. Simon started to pull and tug at her pants, his fingers fumbling to undo the series of buttons.
He was shaking. He never considered himself a desperate man. Always taking care of his own pleasure from the lack of a lover. But fucking hell did he feel like a much younger man. Too horny to think about anything but what felt good. Fuck what is she doing to me--
"Who the fuck designs pants like this?" Simon growled as he still fumbled with the buttons. She cackled in response. Head thrown back and a full body laugh that shook her diaphragm. Her hands pushed away his larger ones.
"Here, baby, let's remove our own clothes, yeah?" His cock twitched from the pet name. Simon couldn't tear his eyes away from her undressing. The way her hands deftly unclasped the buttons of her pants and even the smaller fabric buttons on her blouse entranced him. Those hands were nimble and skilled--
"This ain't no peep-show." She smirked up at him as she shimmied out of her jeans. He flushed a little from being caught but at the same time he couldn't really care because she looked so fucking good. Her blouse was pulled off with ease and she was left blinking up at him wearing nothing except her panties and bra. The plushness of her thighs and how her breasts threatened to spill out of their cups thrilled him like nothing else.
She was waiting. Still gazing up at him before giving him a cheeky wink. Simon lifted his arms and pulled his sweatshirt and muscle-tank off in one movement. He tossed the clothes to the side and caught her staring now.
"Fuck me--." She breathed out. Simon smirked in amusement, but he still quirked a brow in response. Her soft hands reached out to touch him, feeling across the firm muscle of his abs and pecs and the softer pudge at his tummy and waist. Fingers traced over the scars that had been marred into his skin from combat. Mostly from combat. She gave his pecs a teasing squeeze and she giggled as he huffed in response before lifting her further onto the bed by her waist. She fell onto her back and watched Simon as he leaned over her, hands on either side of her hips.
"The mask stays on?"
"The mask stays on." He gruffly confirmed. Both of them studied the others body for a brief moment. A cheeky smile pulled across her rosy lips.
"I thought the mask was for stealin'? What'cha stealing here?"
He blinked at her. Those obsidian pools traveled languidly down her body before settling at the crux of her thighs. His gaze flicked back up to her own. She audibly swallowed in response. Simon lowered himself further, nipping at the sensitive skin on her hipbones before biting and sucking love-bites into her thighs. Her barely restrained whimpers and timid gasps only spurred him on further. Thick fingers pressed against the wet spot in her panties, he groaned out a string of curses from the delectable feeling. The fabric easily sliding with his movements from the amount of slick there was. She gasped out his name and her hand shot down to clutch at his balaclava.
Calloused fingers gently pulled at the band of her panties and pulled them down slowly-- his eyes never straying from hers. The young woman mewled as she met the intensity of his gaze. Dark brown eyes that were nearly swallowed whole by the void of his pupils in wanton desire.
"Fuckin' hell, love." Simon groaned heavily. His eyes were now locked on the glistening lips of her pussy. She squeezed around nothing at the sound of his moan. Simon pressed a single finger against her bud before sliding down and teasing her opening. Her hands clutched at the sheets and his shoulders, leaving red crescent marks in the supple skin.
"I--fuck! Please, Simon, please." Her brows were furrowed and lips parted as she watched him between her legs. He rumbled in appreciation from her wrecked gaze.
"But you sound so good beggin', love." Simon dipped the tip of his finger into her walls before sliding it back out. Tease. She whimpered in defeat, unable to word her frustration at the lack of touch she craved. The swipes of his thumb against her clit were too much and not enough at the same time, her hips twitching away before pressing back against his hand.
"It's a good thing I'm a giver." Simon rasped as he pressed his index finger into her and sucked her clit into the warmth of his mouth. He reveled in the sharp gasps that escalated into keening whines as he curled his finger.
"Fuckin'-- so wet for me, love." He rumbled against her labia. The squelching noises caused her face to burn brighter. Simon's left hand traveled along the curve of her hip and torso before grabbing a handful of her tits. A litany of whimpers and unintelligible words escaped through her kiss-swollen lips. Simon added a second finger, scissoring and curling them inside her walls to open her up. His tongue flicked languidly against her clit. Simon's fingers pressed up and curled against that spongy spot of nerves that made her see stars.
"Mmph! Simon! I wanna--please, let me let me--." She was begging for that sweet release, unable to form the words verbally that she had perfectly assembled in her brain.
Simon growled lowly, eyes practically narrowing into slits as he focused on her pleasure. His thumb swiped across her clit quickly and he curled his fingers once more--
Blinding white. The hot embrace of Nirvana shot through her veins and warmed her from the inside. Her legs quaked and hands gripped at Simon's arms to ground herself. Simon's lips were pressed against hers roughly-- the feeling barely registering as she came down from her high.
Simon sat back on his haunches, bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth and sucking her tanginess from them. He grunted as his eyes rolled back into his head. "Best fuckin' dessert I've ever had." She was quick to clutch at his shoulders and bring him down to kiss him-- moaning softly at the combined taste of his mouth and her cum.
Simon grumbled against her lips as he fought with the buttons of his jeans, becoming agitated towards the restricting fabric. Simon huffed as her lips trailed kisses along his jaw and down the column of his throat. Her hands were tangled with Simon's as she tried to assist him, finally pulling the jeans down enough for her to slip her hand past the elastic band of his boxers. Simon's resounding moan shot desire straight to her core as she grasped his member, her cunt fluttering at the response.
She whined softly at the feeling of his already leaking cock, the precum that had dribbled from the tip aiding her in stroking him. Simon leaned his head down and buried his face in between her breasts, relishing the feeling of the plump flesh and the silk and lace bra. His hand slipped under her torso and to her back to rid the fabric. She gasped at the feeling of Simon working his fingers against the clasps, undoing them with shocking ease. Her hand squeezed around the base of his cock subconsciously which earned a pleased moan from the large man.
"Slow--slow it down there. I'll fuckin' bust if you keep that up." Simon growled as she repeated the action purposely this time, winking at him cheekily and the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth. Simon ripped her hands away from his body and pinned them to the mattress above her head. He shucked his jeans and boxers off before kicking them across the room with a concerning amount of force.
He stared down at her for a second. Processing the image in his brain. This beautiful young woman, hair a tangled mess, pupils blown wide with lust, purple and red marks littered across her skin. She squealed as he suddenly hoisted her up onto his waist, her legs wrapping around his torso and arms draped around his neck out of reflex. Simon maneuvered her to be sitting in his lap, facing away from him and instead facing the--
Oh.
Her jaw went slack in realization as she stared at her own reflection in the closet door mirrors.
Fuck-- she was small. The size difference was obviously apparent but seeing it in the reflection of the mirror shot a hot spark of need straight to his twitching cock. She looked perfect perched in his lap-- like his thighs were made to be her throne. Her delicate skin a stark contrast to his war-hardened skin, sinewy muscles versus the plump flesh of her thighs and tummy. He ran a single hand up her stomach, passing through the valley between her breasts before settling on the column of her throat. The needy whine that escaped her when he gave a testing squeeze to her jugular made his mind go fuzzy.
Simon grunted when she rocked back against him, his cock sliding between her slick folds. He pressed kisses against her shoulder blades and his large palms kneaded her hips.
"You ready, baby?" Simon breathed against her neck, nipping occasionally. She nodded rapidly in response as she tried pushing her hips back against him again. His firm grip kept her still.
"Use your words, pet." Simon's left hand pawed at her breast before pinching at her hard nipple. She gasped in response.
"Please, Simon, please. Need you." She watched him in the mirror, eyes wide and pleading for him to do something. He tsked and shook his head in disapproval. His left hand traveled to her other breast and continued its ministrations. He thrust his hips against her mockingly, the tip of his cock prodding at her entrance but never breaching it.
"Tell. me." Simon growled as his eyes darkened. Obsidian pools that threatened to swallow her whole. The hand around her throat squeezed firmly. She whimpered from the pressure and the way her mind went fuzzy.
"Simonnnn, please! I need you to fuck me, please fuck me. I want you inside me, please." She cried out in pleasure as he slid his cock into her with one fluid motion. Simon let out a choked noise from how easily her cunt took him. She whimpered and mewled as he ground his hips against her shallowly.
"Good girl." He grunted when she squeezed around him at the praise.
"Oh? You like being called a good girl?" He smirked at the mewl and squeeze of her walls around his intruding cock. The soft grinding of his pelvis against her ass turned into rough thrusts that bullied the crown of her cervix. The slap of flesh against flesh and wet noises echoed in the room. He watched their reflection in the mirror. Enamored by it. How her plush skin jiggles with each punctuated thrust. How his figure dwarfs over her and how his hand easily wraps around the span of her throat. How his thick cock thrusts into her tight hole and how he easily manhandles her to fuck upwards into her cunt.
Pliable. Protected. A wave of possession flooded his brain as he fucked into her impossibly harder. She is his. He won't leave her again. Not willingly. Price will have to personally come find him and drag him to operations from now on.
"Fuck, close, baby, so close--." Simon hissed through his clenched teeth. The strength of his massive palms bruised her hips from how tightly he gripped her. Every moan of hers was punctuated by a rough thrust. White hot pleasure settled heavy in his gut, his cock twitching fervently.
"Fuck! Simon!" She cried out suddenly, her walls fluttered around his cock as her orgasm hit her unexpectedly. He came undone from the reflection. Her jaw slack, brows furrowed and body quivering from the sparks running through her nerves. The mixture of their combined cum running down her thighs and dripping onto her sheets. Simon bit down on her shoulder, a sorry attempt to muffle the embarrassingly loud moans that echoed in his chest.
It's like their bodies were in sync: chests heaving for breath, Simon sat back onto the mattress and she settled in his lap, muscles trembling from the lasting pleasure. Simon nuzzled into her neck, his tongue laving over the bite mark he'd made. She hissed softly from the sting. His arms wrapped around her waist and pressed her into the hard planes of his chest firmly. Possessively.
Simon has been waiting too long for a woman like her. He'll be damned if he lets her go now.
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luvit · 4 months
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Tattoo artist Simon definitely makes reader promise that she’ll never go to a tattoo artist that isn’t him while he’s fucking her. Pounding like a madman while she can barely get her moans out - edges her until she promises that he’s the only one who will ever touch her.
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
you sound like you've experienced this before. how'd you get into simon's parlour, hm? have you been taunting him with that tattoo that isn't his? riling him up? daring him to finally claim you as his pretty little client? oh he takes the bait alright. among other things
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you don't really know how you got here. pressed down into the tattoo chair on your hands and knees. actually, you have an inkling of it. probably has something to do with the way you posted on your social media page again, posing with the tattoo on your shoulder that wasn't done by simon.
and little did you know how tightly he clenched his phone when he saw that you had added könig as a friend as well. knowing full well that könig requested to follow you first before you followed him back. trying to one up him, simon bets. trying to stake his claim as if simon didn't already have you first.
you didn't think anything of it when simon asked you to stay after the shop closed. has all the lights off except the half of the room where he's plowing you into the seat. watching the way your juices glimmer around his cock every time he takes such long strokes from your pussy.
"how bad y'wanna cum, love?" he grunts. doesn't even sound like he's broken a sweat! how dare he.
you groan into the leather of the chair, ruining it as if your cunt hasn't been leaking all over the seat of it. simon doesn't care. can easily replace it. don't think he will. not when you've finally left a mark back for him >:)
"mmmh!" that's all you can say. he coos and grips your jaw to turn your head. spits into your open mouth and goes back to fucking you nice and deep, making sure to drag his cock the full length along your walls.
"aw, can't even speak? s'okay. don't need to speak to anyone other than me. don't need anyone else trying to ink you, mark you. not when you're mine."
you feel like you've been going for hours. the normally sweet and attentive simon is gone, replaced with someone who looks so mean. is so feral. and can't get enough of your pussy! he pounds into you and slaps your ass meanly, leaving a temporary mark of his that feeds the urge to claim you.
"si-moooon," you drawl out as he starts hitting that one spot. he smirks behind you, pushing you even more into the seat as he fucks you so good. "w'nna cum."
"yea?" he moves his hand from the back of your neck to your hair and pulls you back to look at him again. "y'only get to cum if you promise to come to me only."
you blearily gaze back up at him as he plunges into you. can't focus too well. you just nod your head in your haze, too drunk on his cock to think.
"need your words, sweetheart." he growls out. "tell me, who is it who's fucking you?"
"y...you, simon," you pant out. he grins and slaps your ass again.
"'nd who is going to make you cum?"
"you, simon! please!" another slap, this time he rubs your cheek gently and grins at the forming handprint,
"you promise to come to me only? i only work with what's mine."
you nod, desperate to feel you cum around his girth. because he's just been toying with you all this time. just filling you up nice and slow and whenever you get close he'll pull out to rub between your ass checks. "yes. i'll only go to you, simon! i'm yours!"
"damn right," he says with a final spank and starts fucking into you with newfound strength. finally giving into his primal need to claim you. "you're mine to ink, mine to fuck, mine to make cum. mine, mine mine."
you feel like you're about to burst at that. and you do when he leans down to groan into your ear with a, "and mine to cum in and mark from the inside."
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l0v3tast3 · 4 months
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ghost with a cute lil succubus gf :3
mdni! f!reader
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simon loves having a succubus as his girlfriend. he loves when he's finally coming home from a mission and barely has the door closed before you're jumping into his arms— it's sweet and romantic at first, kissing him deep and slow and clinging to him, but it doesn't take very long to turn dirty. your legs are wrapped around his waist and it's just too easy to grind your soaked pussy against his growing hard-on, too easy to sink your nails (claws) into his shoulders and suck on and nip at his neck.
simon loves having a girlfriend with a long devil's tail topped with a heart and little horns poking out of the top of her head to match. he loves pulling your head back and rubbing around the bases of your horns, feeling you melt while he walks you both to the bedroom. you'll whine and beg for him to touch you more, more, more, and of course he obliges. simon lowers you to the bed and puts his hands and mouth everywhere. he sucks on your nipples while you're whimpering and (futilely) trying to push him down further. he leaves indents of his canines down your belly before he's kissing your thighs.
simon loves to get you desperate for him and especially loves how easy it is to do. it's basically your default setting around him— until he's rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy. up and down from your hole to your clit and back, "y'think you deserve my cock? huh?" muttered while his free hand is keeping your hips from bucking up. you're nearly teary-eyed while you beg and plead until he shuts you up by finally pushing into you. you can take him, you're meant to take him, and still, by the time he's buried to the hilt inside of you, your eyes are rolling back and claws are leaving more scratches on him than he had gotten during his last deployment.
simon loves hearing your vocabulary reduced to whiney pleas and praise— "fu-ck- i missed your cock- missed it so much- ah-!"— and other mindless babbles. he loves how your capacity to speak noticeably diminishes with every new way he manhandles you; hunched over you with a hand on the headboard as leverage, then lifting your lower half to meet his hips as he kneels, then folding your thighs to your chest in a breeding press that makes you go nearly limp. "missed this cunt," he'll groan, "made just for me, right, princess?"
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vampykween · 5 months
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love the idea of ghost watching you hehe, as always nsfw mdni thank u
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Simon comes home and is surprised when you don’t greet him at the door like you normally do. He figures you’re probably sleeping – always one to nap when you get the chance. The sight he was met with is not remotely what he expected.
You’re spread out in the middle of the bed – looking effortlessly angelic – eyes closed and the sound of your breathy moans permeating the air. You’re fucking yourself relentlessly with your fingers clearly on the precipice of an orgasm, and Simon is quickly debating on pulling his cock out and just watching you get yourself or if he should hold off and join you on the bed.
It’s decided for him when he lets out a deep groan at the sound of you moaning his name – your movements halt immediately and you sit up in surprise.
“Oh my god, how long have you been standing there,” you ask your boyfriend a blush creeping over your face. It was one thing for him to see you like this when the two of you are having sex, but somehow it feels so embarrassing to have him catch you pleasuring yourself.
“Long enough to know you think about me when you’re stuffing your little pussy full.” He’s walking towards the bed now, and he pulls at your ankle dragging you to the end. Your chest is heaving now, he was reigniting the fire that was burning in you shortly before he caught you. His large hand covers the expanse of your throat and slowly treks down the length of your body, stopping momentarily to tweak at each of your nipples. When he reaches the softness of your stomach he stops, leans down merely inches from your face and whispers, “Beg me to fuck you pet, tell me you want me to fuck you far better than your little fingers ever could.”
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temeyes · 8 months
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i,, i don't know what possessed me,,
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meowpupp · 1 month
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if you want, do you have any thoughts on a follow up to the threesome? price watching, holding johnny’s collar to hold him back while simon has a turn with the reader and then they release him to eat the poor reader out 🥺🥺
pup!johnnys whos almost feral at the sight of you getting fucked open by his owner. drinking in the way you're arching your back, swollen cunt greedily sucking in every inch of simons cock.
his eyes are practically hearts as he watches, ears perking as both you and simon moan. he struggles against the grip price has on him, desperate for any sort of attention
two thick, strong fingers hook under johnny's collar, giving it a harsh tug. the mutt is over-eagar, cock straining in his boxers as he yaps and whines. price almost laughs, amused at just how desperate johnny looks.
"settle down." he grunts, inhaling a drag from his cigar, "you'll get your turn."
johnny practically cums alongside you, cock twitching as he hears both you and simon moan, watching as simon fills your swollen cunt for the nth time. finally his owner pulls away, panting as he kisses your forehead. johnny can barely contain himself, trying to lunge forward, the smell of your cum mixing with simons making him drool.
price huffs, forcing johnny back again, pulling so tight the pup yelps. a rough hand grips johnnys jaw, forcing his blue eyes to meet prices. the man is intense, voice a low growl as he speaks, "you're gonna clean her up, and you're gonna be fuckin nice about it." price tightens his grip, "if not, I'll cancel all your little playdates for a month."
with a nod from simon, he releases johnny completely. it takes barely 10 seconds for him to get on the bed, eyes drinking in the state of you. your thighs and cunt are flushed, red and sore from simons mean thrusts. there's little tear streaks down your face, indents on your hips from simons tight grip.
johnny's hands are gentle, grip firm as he spreads your thighs. your pretty cunt is ruined, swollen and flushed. your clit twitches, fucked out hole leaking a mix of simon and prices cum. johnny practically salvates at the sight, almost immediately burying his face between in your cunt.
he eats you out like he's starved, tongue lapping away his owners cum, nose nudging your clit. he's panting and whining, the vibrations making your hips buck.
his cock twitches in his pants, hips grinding down against the bed. he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you flush against him. he starts to suck on your clit, tongue swirling around the swollen bud as he pumps two fingers inside you.
he licks you clean, sucking on your poor clit. his beard scratches your sensitive thighs, but he holds you too tight for you to squirm away. it's not long till you cum all over his face. the sound of your needy whines and thighs squeezing his head is all too much, his cock twitching as he cums all over the sheets. he groans against you, greedily lapping your cum away, giving your clit one last little kiss before pulling away.
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