#cod ghost

[cntloup]

a relationship with simon would be mellow and quiet.

of course it would have its own turbulences, but for the most part it's silent.

there are no big gestures or loud words, but soft murmurs and tender touches.

he's always got a protective hand on you when you're out and about, not out of toxic jealousy or anything like that. he's too mature for that. he's confident and he trusts you.

he does it to keep you safe, so no creep would even dare throw a wrong glance at you, let alone get too close or touchy and make you uncomfortable.

it also comes from the need to feel you at all times. he needs to make sure you’re still there and you haven't vanished from his life, turned to dust like all the good things have in his life.

he always keeps an eye on you especially outside when you're going about your business, perusing around different shops at the mall.

it comes from his protectiveness, also from his flaming love for you that engulfs his heart. he simply can't take his eyes off you, his gaze softened and adoring as he looks at you being happy and giggly when you find something that you like.

he always keeps you safe in a quiet way, but you feel it. you always feel safe in his presence.

all his love and devotion seep through his actions, even the littlest ones.

he makes sure you’re always stocked up on all your favorite food, beauty products etc. and always is there to keep you from hurting yourself clumsily. all in all, he always tries his best to make your life easier.

he quietly shuffles under the blanket when he returns late at night and whispers 'i love you' before kissing the crown of your head and pulling your body closer to his, fully flushed against him. and he sighs in relief, he's home.

now don't get me wrong when i say mellow and quiet. it can still be intense at times.

especially the ugly parts that you both try to avoid, but can't help as it seeps through the corners of your relationship anyway.

he needs his space when he returns home from a deployment. and you've learned that the hard way.

he's lashed out at you from time to time. even though he had fought hard with himself to keep that side away from you.

and a heavy silence settles in the room after the shouting and occasionally throwing stuff have taken place.

not the comfortable silence you're used to when you're together, but a thick, suffocating atmosphere.

he starts cursing and grappling with himself after slamming the door to his office shut.

and you curl into yourself on the couch while uncontrollable sobs escape you and you feel paralyzed by his venom.

that's exactly what he was trying to avoid all along, all throughout your relationship. he tried so hard to keep that part of himself away from you, from poisoning you as he interprets in his mind, but to no avail. the demons won. and he can never forgive himself for letting them.

but that's where he was wrong. you tried to convince him that he doesn't need to hide any part of him from you. you love him and you love him entirely, all of him.

even though he still needs his alone time as everyone does, he tries to open up more and talk to you about what haunts him instead of bottling it up to the point of explosion and taking it out on you.

and you've encouraged him to attend therapy again and promised him that you will be there every step of the way with absolutely anything he needs. and of course he accepts. for you and himself. for his family.

[konigsblog]

older simon kidnaps johnny’s girlfriend ✊🏼🙁

getting a ride from older-simon riley.

tw/cw; rape/non-con, kidnapping, age difference/gap. simon is aged mid-forties, forced pregnancy MDNI 18+

simon riley has been in the military for a whole decade more than johnny what has. he's had his dirty eyes on you, eyes that have seen nothing but graphic gore and crimson blood, gunshots through people's skulls and hearts.

you had visited the base and ever since that one day, he couldn't get you out of his depraved mind. he's inching closer to his mid-forties and the crave for a young, energetic woman is only intensifying as he ages, especially after meeting you. the only thing preventing simon from taking you was your boyfriend, although soon, that would quickly change.

you're like a puppy; you're energetic and brighten his mood, lift the atmosphere inside of a room full of sulking, mourning men. your laugh sends shivers down his spine, sucking in a sharp breath as he admires you from afar. simon had been eavesdropping on a conversation between you and johnny. you had discussed your plans to go to a bar with your friends, to have a couple drinks together before you'd get a taxi home.

simon decided that he'd change your plans and would instead ‘invite’ you over to his house, whether that sounded like something you were interested in or not. after a couple drinks, you stumbled out of the bar all alone after your friend had gone off with another man, probably to have sex in some cheap, sketchy motel down the road. but simon was more focused on you, who stumbled to his window, asking for a ride so sweetly.

oh, he'd give you a ride, that's for sure.

perhaps something got lost in translation, you thought as you shook uncontrollably and violently. you weeped through your drunken, intoxicated state as simon bounced you up and down on his muscular hips, groaning out painfully at the tightness of your wet and sloppy cunt around his swollen, big cock. you had tape over your mouth to muffle your screams and cries and your wrists were tied with rope to prevent you from wriggling away out of his perverted grip. you choked on your tears and screams for mercy as simon thrusted up into you, the tip of his lengthy cock slapping against your gummy cervix with each bounce.

“that’s it, baby. quit cryin’, y’know you’re enjoyin’ it, just givin’ the pretty girl what she wants.”

it didn't matter if you gagged, wailed, or screamed out for forgiveness for whatever you'd done wrong, he wouldn't stop until he got his fill. simon was inching closer towards his orgasm, to pin you down against the cold basement floor to fuck his hot ropes of creaminess into your sticky and bloody slit. your phone was smashed into pieces in the corner of the room while he forcefully impregnated you, claiming ownership over the pretty doll tied up in his basement.

[eiraeths]

ghost the type of guy to say he can’t marry soap at a courthouse cause he’s not sure if there’s a warrant out for his arrest or not

[konigsmaus]

How would COD men react to pink bow on bicep

König

König would be smiling like an idiot under his mask

Will call it coquette as you do

Will flex his arm just to see you smile and you'd be telling him to flex it more but he doesn't want to rip the bow apart

He knows that's what you want but he wants to tease you

Would dare you to put one around his cock

"come on, liebling (darling). Put a pretty bow around my cock so it will be cockquette when I will fuck you."

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I really feel like Ghost would be like

"aw, you put a pink bow on me? Do you think it suits me? I don't need your opinion, I know it does. I look good in pink"

He will flex his arm, but not too much so he won't rip that pretty bow apart

He'll squeeze your face in between his bicep and forearm just to hear you laugh

Will cover it with something and wear it for the whole day

This man could be killing while having a pink bow wrapped around his muscles

[daordinarylinchen]

commission☀️☀️

[verdantcreek]

a wandering mind 🖊️

[blingblong55]

Sweet toy -141 NSFW

---- F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, dub-con, older!men, cart!girl, reader is of age!, oral!sex, fingering, anal!sex, ----

141, day off, me being used by four hot men, hole 19 behind the bushes or when I’m serving them drinks.

You've been a cart girl for over a year, and every other time you serve drinks to the four men that always come at odd seasons to play golf.. They always make sure to give you the change of whatever drinks they get. It's always been a thing as a cart girl to be friendly with the men and women that order drinks when playing, which is why you always smile and laugh at the comments they say.

Today, as you were making your trip to hole 11, you spot your favourite customers. Johnny, Kyle, John and Simon, all waited with a smile as you approached them.

"If it isn't our sweet girl, Y/N," Johnny comments and walks up to the cart. "How are yer lass?" he asks with a smirk and takes some money out. "Good" you softly say and watch as he smiles. "Usual?" You ask him and he nods. "Yeah, this round is on me," he pays you and you serve the drinks. Simon was always quiet, vigilant but respectful. Kyle and John always joked around and the loudest of them all was Johnny. Johnny was your favourite, he always made sweet comments and made sure you knew you were appreciated.

"Keep the change, lass," he winks and you nod.

There was something off about them today. The way Kyle and Simon looked at your thighs as you served the drinks and how they seemed to get closer. Of course many times they joked around and said you were their luck charm but it was rare to have them all talk to you.

By the time they had reached hole 16, you were called over. The day was calm, most usual clients gone for the weekend so being alone with these men always meant you were told to keep your radio on.

John called you over and walked up to you, "Slow day, doll?" he asks, his voice soft yet rich in lust. You nod, getting up and getting ready to serve their next round of drinks. Kyle nods at John and with a smirk, he gets closer, his fingers play with your hair. Players always loved to flirt and you always reciprocated for the sake of keeping your job and also because they would just tell you to keep the change.

"You're a very pretty girl and by far the best cart girl," he says, his voice smooth and sweet. Johnny and Kyle get closer, Johnny approaches from behind and snakes his hand around your waist.

You began to understand where this was going, feeling aroused by the three men. Simon was the last to approach, he looks at the men then at you. That look in your eyes was so easy to read, which is why he begins to tease your nipples that by now have hardened. Kyle puts your hair up, allowing himself to kiss your neck. John smirks, he undoes his belt and watches as Johnny lifts your skirt and lets his finger tease your bud.

Simon slips you out of your skirt and tosses it to the side.

Johnny can't help but get you on your knees.

The four men have their cocks out, stroking their own as they watch Simon lift your shirt up and lean down to kiss you. The kiss becomes sloppy and before you could lean to him he pulls away and immediately slips his cock into your mouth. Kyle pushing your head so you could gag on Simons fat cock. The four men watch in awe as your eyes get teary.

Each of them take turns using your throat. Your tits covered in their mess and before you could swallow Kyles cum, Johnny pulls you to his lap, the grass too cold for you, he excuses.

Johnnys fat cock slowly pushes itself into your ass, Simon and Kyle both begin to share your cunt as John occupies your pretty throat once more.

Your moans, their groans and praises all mixed into their air.

Simon gets a hold of your neck, chokes you until you gag and whine on Johns fat cock. The men laugh as you squirm all your sweet juices onto them.

"What a fucking beauty, doll," John praises as you look up at him with teary eyes.

This sight of you being what they needed.

Johnny snakes his arm around your hips and plays with your sensitive bud. Your clit aching the faster he goes and he knows it too well since you clench around him, Simon and Kyle, earning moans and groans from them.

Johnny fills your pretty hole with his cum until you're leaking from him and just on cue, Kyle paints your pretty cunt with his cum. Simon and John wait a bit longer.

They can't stop, they don't want to. Your pretty princess body all for their use and what better than to cover it with their cum? A sweet toy like you should know you are of free use, right?

John pushes your head and allows you to swallow his cum, again. Simon doesn't want to stop but he sees your flushed face and chest and he gets a little rougher.

His thick and calloused fingers flick your clit until he cums inside of you. His seed leaks from your sweet pussy and with an evil laugh, he pulls away.

Johnny takes this opportunity and takes a picture of you, followed by a video where he takes close up shots of all the holes which you leak their cum from. You whimper and John takes you in his arms, kisses your forehead and gently dresses you. He hands you water and caresses your face.

"You were such a good girl for us, doll," he whispers as he tucks money into your shirt.

"I'm sure you'll want another bonus, meet us back down," he smirks and the men leave.

You look at your cum covered body, sex filled the air and you try to fix your hair.

A sweet toy like you should obey and get another sweet bonus from them, right?

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[indigosunsetao3]

Submission for for @glitterypirateduck‘s ‘#GhostChallenge’

Title: Body Heat

Pairing: Ghost X Female Reader (callsign Cypher)

Warning: Canon typical violence, fluff, smut, 18+

Scenario: The heat goes out and it's freezing & Ghost or Reader wakes up in the other person's house/safehouse/etc. after being rescued

Word Count: 2.8k

Your leg felt like it was on fire but there was no time to worry about that right now. The zodiac that you were currently belly down in on the floor is flying up the river but it is rapidly taking on water. There was no way you were going to outrun the helo tailing you, the boat had taken too much damage.

"Ghost we have to bail," you yell out as the helicopter clears the trees from around the bend. "We're not getting to the evac in this."

"Watcher this is Ghost," you hear him come over the comms, "we're four kilometers out from the evacuation site. Boat is fucked, we need an alternate option."

"No alternate at this time," Laswell came back. "Find a place to lay low and-"

The rest is cut off as the helicopter launches a missile that hits the water a few feet behind the boat. It doesn't matter that it wasn't a direct hit, the effect is the same. The aftershock of the wave sends the boat flying up out of the water and you scramble for purchase to try and ride it out.

"Cypher!" Ghost yells out, though it's barely audible over the rushing wind and the gasp you let out as you hit the frozen water back first.

The water feels like a knife stab right to the gut as you sink below the surface. You can barely think as you kick out before flinching at the pain in your calf at the movement, it hurts even more than the knives of cold all over your skin. You stretch toward the surface, your hand hitting a chunk of ice from the flows that were moving rapidly with the current.

"Ghost!" You yell out as you finally break the surface, though it sounds more like a squeak and a splutter as you spit out water. It's too fucking cold to be in the water, you had minutes to get out before you froze to death.

Kicking your legs again you push toward the shore as the helicopter blows past. You turn your head to see if it's going to continue, satisfied with it's destruction but it's circling back. Fuck. You swim faster, though it feels like your trying to lift an extra hundred pounds of weight with each movement. The water is sweeping you rapidly up river but your feet finally hit bottom and you stumble onto the shore.

"This way," comes Ghost's voice as he stomps through the snow and grabs your arm. He's soaked as well and you can hear the tension in his voice as he drags you toward the trees, practically carrying you with your arm slung over his shoulder. The helicopter is coming back and you hear the staccato of bullets hitting the water.

"We're fucked," you mutter as Ghost clears the tree line. You throw out an arm to catch yourself on a trunk before he yanks you onward. "We have to get out of these clothes," your numb fingers on your left hand fumble for your vest but Ghost stops you.

"We have to get out of range," he orders, his eyes trailing back behind the way you came. The snow has messy trenches in it where you both had pushed though but they are tinged red. Your leg was openly bleeding and you'd be a bit more concerned if you could actually feel it. The numbness that you had been hoping for before has finally settled in but now it was making it difficult to walk.

"And go where Ghost? We're in the middle of nowhere," you stumble but his hand digs hard into your side to hold you up. "Fuck it's cold," you mutter as you see your breath puff in front of you with each word. "Didn't ever picture human popsicle was the way I'd go," you say with a false laugh as bullets start to pepper the trees.

Ghost drags you deeper into the woods, trying his comms as you both stumble and slip over snow covered tree roots. His voice sounds like it's coming from far away after a bit and you only know he's there because you can feel him pressed against you. His own body shaking hard from the cold and you can feel each involuntary tremble as he continues to tout you along.

"Little more," he grouses and you blink slowly up at him realizing he's slapping your face to get you to look at him. How long had you been walking? How was he still walking? Maybe just a small break, both of you could use a rest, your knees buckle at the thought.

"Knock that shit off," Ghost snaps as he hauls you back on your feet again. "Cypher," he warns as you buckle again, your grip on his body slackening from lack of energy to hold on anymore. Your knees hit the snow and the last thing you see before toppling down further is Ghost scrambling to catch you.

Cold. That's all you can think as soon as consciousness hits you again. Then the pain follows a few moments later and you groan as you shift trying to figure out where you are. Something is holding you back from being able to move too much and you push against it weakly.

"About fucking time," a voice comes to you and you realize what you are pushing against is soft and while it isn't exactly warm, it's warmer than you are. "Going in my report you're sleeping on the job," Ghost says simply as you tilt your head back to look up. You hiss as your soaking wet hair hits your back before his hand comes up to lift it up and away before fixing the blanket wrapped around you to keep your hair off your skin.

"Where are we?" You ask as your body wracks with shivers again and you curl your arms tighter against your chest to try and hold in some heat. That's when it hits you that your hair had hit your bare skin and your hands are pressed between more of your own bare skin. And Ghost's. Was this one of those mortifying dreams when you realize halfway through you were naked?

"Old hunting cabin," Ghost answers as his arms tighten around you, his hands splaying on your back to rub some warmth back in. "You passed out on me, had to carry you the rest of the way," he explains as he looks down at you. His face is free of his balaclava, the eye black smeared and splotchy down his cheeks. Your eyes trail down to see he's also shirtless as he has you pressed tightly against him. "Been out for a good while now, didn't even flinch when I tied up your leg. Through and through shot," he tacks on in explanation.

You shift a bit on him, as if to lean down and look at the wound, when you realize you aren't only shirtless. The blanket scratches the skin on your hips and you can feel his curls against your own pubic bone. You're completely straddling him and tucked tightly to his body in every sense of the word.

"Body heat," Ghost says simply, as if he is not fazed by the fact his sergeant is fully naked pressed against his own naked form.

"I hardly think," you splutter as you move to pull away. Just the few inches you create between your bodies sends a jolt of goosebumps down your body and you see the same reaction over his chest. You may be inside somewhere but it was still cold enough to see your breath. The scant body heat you were sharing was not going to linger if you were apart.

His hands slide down your back and grab your ass to tug you tight against him again. You huff at crass gesture before giving in and pressing tightly against him, your arms moving to wrap around him as well. He shifts so your fingers can fit between his back and the wall and you rub at his back a bit. His skin feels frozen and you can feel the muscle twitching in an attempt to generate some warmth.

"It was this or we both froze to death," he says. "Can't light a fire, the helicopter is still circling," and as if someone turned the volume back on in your ears you hear the whir of the blades overhead. "And while you were resigned to be a popsicle, I refuse to let that be the final entry on my service record."

"How long until extraction?" You ask quietly doing your best to not think about the fact Ghost's hands are still on your backside holding you tight to him. Or that you are nuzzling your face into his chest as your fingers dance over small ridges and valleys of scars on his back.

"Not sure," Ghost answers as he looks down at you. "Johnny is going to have a field day when he finds us," he smirks at the thought which only makes you groan a bit. "I mean you can put on the soaking uniform if you want," he inclines his head at the red tinted snow fatigues.

"No," you answer quickly. Even now, the places where your skin isn't touching Ghost's are frozen, you can only imagine trying to put those back on. You shift a bit on him trying to find more skin, more warmth, to burrow into. He flexes his grip on you for a second before sliding his hands slowly up your back to your shoulder blades. It's a soft gesture and you feel yourself arch to it despite yourself.

"Just for the warmth Sergeant," Ghost says after a second, obviously feeling the subtle shift of your body.

"Right, of course," you answer back. If you could see yourself you knew you'd be bright red. "Sorry, I didn't mean," you continue before Ghost adjusts himself and you realize he wasn't admonishing you. He was saying that however your bodies were acting it wasn't your fault. You were pressed in a compromising position because you needed the body heat and you couldn't help what was happening outside of that.

You swallow as you both sit in the silence, listening to the helicopter circle overhead. How many times had you thought about this? Perhaps not this exact scenario, but getting Ghost alone and his body pressed against yours. It was a thought that kept you company many nights, different situations that always ended up with you panting under him. He barely paid you any mind aside from the job so it was just a fantasy that occupied your lonely mind to pass the time.

Yet, you could feel him pressed up against your center. Feel how his hands shift to rub at your sides and the sweep of his thumbs graze over the sides of your breasts with each pass. You grip his back a bit harder as his hands move down to now run along your thighs, his fingers massaging some heat into them as he works his way from your knees up toward your hips.

"Lieutenant," you barely breathe into his neck and you feel him twitch against you. A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold goes through you and you press your hips against his length and hear the small gasp of air that escapes his lips. His pulse is jumping in his neck and you dare to brush your lips over it and he grabs your hipbones hard in response. "Just body heat right?" You ask softly, your lips still whispering along his skin. "Just us trying to keep warm."

"Right," Ghost nearly growls as he flexes his hips up into you and you sigh against his neck. The blankets shift as he moves to grab your face to make you look at him. You stare at his hazel eyes, watching as he surveys your face as you slide your hands from behind his back to wrap around his neck. You are careful to keep pressed against him in all the movement, not wanting an ounce of heat to escape your small cocoon. "I don't want you to," he starts but cuts off as you grip the back of his head and pull him in for a kiss.

This may not be exactly how you wanted him, but you were going to take what you could get. He doesn't hold back from rolling your hips over him now, his hands helping move you knowing the injury to your calf. You whine into the kiss as he moves your effortlessly over him, the head of cock passing over your clit over and over working you into a frenzy.

Ghost dares to slip a hand between your thighs to your core and you gasp into his mouth. He finds the slickness there that he glides his fingers through as he ever so slowly pushes a finger in. You groan as he curls his finger and slowly pumps into you, letting you rock on him as he feverishly kisses you through the pants.

"Fucking warm down here," he taunts as he slips another finger in. "Are you going to share?" He continues as he lets you rut your hips over him, letting his palm give you that friction you were desperate for. "Or just going to let me freeze out here?" He chuckles as you let out a particularly needy whine as he scissors his fingers.

You push up on your knees, ignoring the burn in your leg as Ghost pulls his fingers away. It's a bit awkward as he lines himself at your center, careful to not let the blankets slip as you grab at his shoulders, but when you feel him notched you lean back. The slide in isn't painful, but it takes a moment for your body to get used to it.

Not that Ghost seems to mind you taking a moment to adjust. He tilts his head back at the sensation of you fully seated on him, his mouth slightly agape. You watch him for a second before grinding down on him, biting the inside of your cheek at the fullness.

"Warm enough?" You ask after a second and he lifts his head up to smirk at you.

"So fucking warm," he answers back.

You start slow as you ride him, wanting to savor how his eyes seem to devour you as you move. Commit to memory how those normally cold and calculating eyes seem at peace watching you. Ghost lets you take control at first as you use him for your pleasure and survival, seemingly enjoying being able to to sit back while you put in the work. But as your movements become a little less coordinated and put a strain on your calf he takes over without you having to ask.

Pulling you tight against his chest, Ghost loops his arms around your back to grab at your shoulders as he shifts. You gasp at the first experimental thrust he makes, and he chuckles in response before he beings to fuck you in earnest. He gives you no warning as he thrusts up into you and you cry out loudly against his ear as he hits that spot inside of you over and over.

You can feel the slickness of sweat on you chests as Ghost grunts and groans into your ear. One of his hands slides back down to your ass to help lift you as the other on your shoulder slams you back down on top of him. The rhythm has created an obscene slapping noise but you both drown that out with your moans and gasps.

"Don't fucking stop," you say into his ear as you grab hard at the back of his head, your fingers scratching against the short hair on his scalp. You can feel he's close, feel him twitching inside of you and how he's moving to pull out to finish. "Fuck, please," you say as you move your hips over him not caring about the strain on your injury.

He doesn't stop. He fills you up with a growl that seems to erupt from his chest and you let out a satisfied sigh as he continues to fuck you through it. The additional slickness, and feel of it between your legs, finally gets you over that edge and you come with him with a loud cry that you stifle by biting down into his shoulder. He moves your body over him until you finally come down, shaking from the high of your orgasm and not the cold.

"I told you body heat was the solution," he teases after a moment as you look at him. Both of your cheeks are flushed and you can almost feel the heat wavering off your bodies from under the blankets. You don't move from your position, keeping him buried inside of you as he holds you close.

Just for the warmth of course.

[gothghostiie]

Hi sorry me again sorry if I keep coming here too much SOBS

Anyways can I please get a fluff thing with Ghost or Konig or Graves with an s/o who has acne scars? I have a lot of them and I’m super self conscious about them making me unattractive or unwanted I just want these men to HOLD me ugh

- 🐟

babe you're ALWAYS welcome to yap about any of these men in my asks

also acne scars are genuinely so pretty imo???

and I just know ghost thinks so too. ghost adores any kind of scar, any kind of skin alteration that makes you look different. you'll definitely catch him gazing at you, maybe even mindlessly touching your face, smiling to himself - and when you ask him what the hell he's doing he just smiles and tells you how gorgeous you look today. (he's a hopeless romantic at heart)

meanwhile König is happy you have them, because he has them too imo. he's definitely also insecure about having them but you having them makes him feel more secure. he sees how pretty they look on you so he's slowly but surely getting more confident about them on him. and, while its a little self depreciating: if they can't even make *him* ugly, how on earth could they make his little maus ugly???

last but not least, I think graves kind of,,, ignores them if he knows you're insecure about them. he doesn't want you extra aware of your insecurities so he doesn't pay any special attention to it - he also genuinely doesn't mind it. he thinks you're drop dead gorgeous either way

[obsessedduh]

genre: smutty with a plotty.

cw: implied fem reader and sub simon. reader is a bit mean dumification, sexism (reader mocks simon for being a man and being 'weak') masochism (simon), sadism (reader), simon is a crybaby. loads of f-bombs. bit of a long one and may be loads of spelling mistakes, but bare with me, y'all 😭🙏🏾

side note: i'm such a shit writer that it makes me want to cry. ughhh, like i've some people smuts, and i'm so jealous, like, i'm so shit at writing it burns 😭😭

MDNI – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

dorky!gamerboy!simon with a slutty, popular, mean roommate.

he finds her so annoying, walking around in your dorm with those stupidly tight booty shorts that show the bottom half of your ass and those annoyingly tight tank tops that you wear that has your nipples poking through the fabric of them.

it's so aggravating because you get him hard in the matter of seconds and then you make him stumble of his words or make him blush like a fucking idiot.

and ohhh, don't even get him started when you bring guys over. it's so fucking irritating trying to study or play video games with a boner and having to listen to you stupid pornagraphic moans, it's so fucking distracting!

and on top of that, when he finishes studying and thinks he can finally go to bed in peace. wrong. the familiar buzzing noise he hears through the thin walls, and your moans are enough to make him go insane. he thinks his poor cock is on its last leg because of how many times he's had to jerk off.

he bets you're doing it on purpose at this point! trying to get him all riled up. trying to drive him nuts! i mean, what other reason is there?

also, your attitude is so bad. he could be telling you to do something, and you're already telling him to piss off. then it leads to an argument and blah blah blah.

you're honestly so fucking bitchy and it gets on his nerves.

today was no different! he was playing video games as per usual until you bursted into his room. you obviously startled him but he doesn't pay attention to you. just taking off his headset and letting it rest around his neck and still continuing to play his game, "don't you know how to fucking knock!?"

"whatever. get off your stupid game, it's your turn to do the dishes."

he groans and shifts around in his chair, so it spins to look at you, "i did them yester-..." as soon as he manages to look at you straight away, his eyes widen. you're stading in his doorway wearing a red lacey bra and a matching lacey red thong.

what kind of woman does this!? standing in front of her guy roommate, half-naked!? his eyes trace all over your body, your figure, and he can't help the blood rushing down south. he gulps and shifts his hands to block the serious boner he was having right now.

"why the fuck are you staring at me like that?"

"n-nothing..."

"whatever, you gonna wash the dishes or what?"

"s-sure... j-just give me a m-moment."

"aight cool. just hurry the fuck up, dork."

you leave him be and close the door and as soon as he hears the door click. his hands are already pulling down his sweatpants and fisting his aching hard cock, moving his hand up and down at an uneven pace, so desperate to cum. your name falling out his lips and filthy images of you clouded his mind.

meanwhile you were getting annoyed because he was taking way to long. you opened the door, "why the fu-..."

your eyes shoot open. he clearly didn't hear the door open or your voice. you grin as you watch him toy with himself, moaning your name. gosh, you never knew a man's moans could be so... addicting. you could already feel heat building in your core.

you watch simon fist his cock a couple more times before his cum drenches his hand and the chair under him. you grin and decide this is the time to speak up, "you enjoy yourself?"

simon felt his heart drop and he turned to look at you. his soft cock now going hard again by the sight of you. he let out a fit of sorry's and of course the dumbest like any man could say, 'it isn't what it looks like'.

"cut the bullshit, simon. you were jerking off, moaning my name. the fuck is it meant to look like?"

he looked away in shame and embarrassment. "and you know what makes it worse?"

he looks up at you, noticing the digested expression on your face. "your cock is getting hard again. you fucking pervert."

"i-i'm s-sor-... a-ah!!"

his eyes widened when your hand wraps around his cock. he let's out a groan when you pull the uncut foreskin down to see his angry leaking tip. "fucking disgusting. you're getting off by this!?"

blood rushes to simon's face and he let's out a croaky moan when your thumb traces across his tip, collecting his pre-cum. you slip your thumb into your mouth, the salty flavour lingering on your tongue. he watched you carefully, his breathy unsteady and his cock twitched a bit. "you're such a fucking pervert. you enjoying this, letting your roommate, your bully, play with your cock like this?"

he avoids your gaze causing you to dig your pretty, manicured nails into thigh, "answer me simon."

he lets out a pained groan and nods, "y-yes.."

you move hand to wrap his cock again and you begin jerking off his cock, his previous orgasm presenting as lube to help you guide your hand up and down his length. you watch as his head rolls back onto the of his gaming chair and his face contort into pleasure. you kiss your lips against his tip and he tenses up.

you grin, and you slip the head of his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it and watch as simon's eyes close from the pleasure. you tongue teases the slit of his cock, taking pleasure in the salty taste of his pre-cum.

he groans and starts blabbering about how he's gonna cum. he opens his eyes to see your pretty half lidded eyes looking up at him through your lashes. you slip your mouth off his tip and pump his cock a lot quicker, hoping for more of his creamy white. instead you were met with loud groans and tiny droplets of cum. you look up at him again to see how breathy he was and you immediately start bursting out laughing.

"fuck me! you're so out of breathe and you only gave me, what, two, three fucking drops of cum? how embarrassing."

your laughter was humiliating enough, but now a whole sentence about it? he felt the heat rush up to his face in embarrassment, but what was then embarrassment was now lust.

he whines and watches as your tongue swirl around his tip again. tears building up his eyes from the sensitivity, and you slowly start taking him deeper into your mouth, and that's when waterworks come out. he wasn't fully crying, just a couple of tears from the painful pleasure, that's all.

you hear sniffles and sobs and you look up to see simon crying and you never felt so turned on in your life. how fucking cute. you take your mouth off of his cock and you give him the most smug grin ever. "are you fucking serious?! you're crying? oh my fucking god."

a full-blown laugh erupts from your lips. not again. he watches you slowly call down and stop laughing, and he notices something different about your expression. sure, lust was still there, but there was a tint of sadism there now. fuck. are you getting turned on by this!?

he doesn't even get the chance to say or think about it before you're already deepthroating him. he let's out a loud groan, tears leaking out of his eyes now. he can't help it, it feels so painfully good and the pleasures to much. you nose was nuzzled against his pubes and bop your head up and down and you are delighted to hear his pornagraphic moans and groabs and again as he cums. you were delivered with the same tiny droplets of cum.

you take your mouth off of his cock again, "fuck. the same orgasm from before how pathetic."

he couldn't even pay attention, too, out of this world to say or do anything. he was taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down but he let out a strained and choked moan to feel your wetness engulfing his cock. his eyes open and he looks down to see your pretty lacey red panties pushed to the side. he watches as your wet cunt slips his onto his cock with greed.

he groans at the feeling and he can't help the tears anymore. he doesn't care, he gives up, letting himself cry. his tears blur up his vision and he focuses on the feeling of your gorgeous warmth sucking his cock in until it was kissing your cervix. you slowly start bouncing on his cock and he's gone at this point.

eyes rolled to the back of his head and his head again resting against the head of his chair again. the chair creaks as you ride him. your moans being music to his ears. you place kisses all over his neck, smothering it in love bites and hickeys.

you feel his hands wrap around your waist, and you watch the state he's in. messy hair, eyes rolled to the back of his head, hickeys all over his neck. it's so fucking cute. "you're so fucking weak, what kind of man are you? a weak one at that. you're such a fucking crybaby."

you feel his cock twitch slightly at your words and you mouth shifts into a sadistic smirk, "you like that, getting called weak? a crybaby? a fucking man whore?"

you feel his cock twitch again, "f-fuck... you do... a-ah~... you do like that."

you feel your orgasm approaching and you pick up the speed. soon enough, you both have each other screaming each other's names. you squirting and simon finally delivering you that delicious creamy white you were so desperate for. you slowly slip off of his cock, your mixed orgasm now leaking onto the chair them the floor.

at this point, simon was so drained. his cock slowly going limp. his eyes start going droopy, tired from you two's sessions. his eyes closed and all his can remember is your soft lips against his then you saying,

"goodnight simon."

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･*

extra side note: may or may not have gotten carried away 😔. um, please tell me if this was good because i feel as if i waffled way to hard😰 and that it's shit. i know it's probably gonna get barely any like as most of my post now but whatever. at least i tried 😛😛 also took me 2-3 fucking hours to do and it may not look like it but oh well, yolo. 😽

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[hauntedbubbles]

The grilling they give Shepherd 🤣 (+some moments I had to include)

P.S. Can we have the Winter TF141 Operator Skins now, please? (INCLUDING GAZ!!!)

[ghostybaby000]

After Hours | Part 1

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: Working has already made you feel exhausted, not to mention an awful manager making it far worse. You find yourself wanting to quit, that is until a tall masked figure gives you a reason to stay.

Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: 18+, violent theme, guns, yelling, future smut

(Not fully edited, apologies for any inconsistencies!)

It was that time again, 7am. You grab your keys and purse, a coffee and a muffin to go making your way out of your home you head to work. You take the same route as always being sure to say hello to the other workers when you pull into the lot. You gather your items and head inside to the same front desk and chair waiting for you, that had been there the past 2 years without fail. You get yourself situated setting up your notepad for any callers and sip on your coffee relaxing into the chair. 

You sit up to look more professional watching as two larger men walk in the door holding guns.

‘What can I do for you this morning?’ You smile to them, as they had been frequent customers at this smaller gun range for quite some time. They come over to you, pleased as always to see a smiling face, they were still in their uniforms. The gun range was quite close to a military base, making military personal a regular.

‘Good morning Y/N, the regular please.’ You give them a small nod as you check them out and hand them a golfcart key to get around the facility. They gave thanks and make their way outside, being sure to wave goodbye as they rounded the corner. You had worked here for quite some time, as your father had known many people that came to the range- they reached out needing help and you seemed fit. You went into the interview knowing that you didn’t have much knowledge on weapons or guns hoping they would give you a side job. The manager decided that would be best, and let you work up front with your ‘pretty face’ to attract customers. A small part of you took offense but you let it go, because you were excited to be working somewhere close to home and where you knew a few people. 

Working up front you didn’t have to handle any weapons or fix any issues with them either, you simply had to check people out and give them ammunition which you didn’t mind. You began to recognize others and slowly made yourself a good fit in their community, people reaching out with Christmas cards or asking about your wellbeing. One person had never done such a thing, and that was one of the men from the military. He didn’t have a name on his chest and always remained ominously quiet and vigilante, something you noticed quickly. He always came in with 2 or 3 other members in the group but had never showed alone which only making you more curious of him. Today he hadn’t shown, nor had the typical group of other tall strong men. 

You continued to check people out until the day had reached its end, and you were plenty tired ready to get some sleep. You made your way back to your car, packed up your belongings and headed back to your home. You got in the door and settled down making dinner and watching a show before getting to bed. You wake again to the small alarm clock on your bedside table, reaching over to gently turn it off, another day had started. You typically woke at 7 everyday as it made getting up for work easier, you started to make some breakfast and put on coffee, taking in some time to relax. A little later into the afternoon you received a text from a coworker asking if you could cover their shift as she was feeling unwell. You groan out as you fall back against the couch cushions, this was your day off and you just wanted to stay at home and relax. You knew though that they were understaffed and needed help whenever they could get it and that you wouldn’t say no. You gathered your things and headed back to the range, and thought to yourself that at least you got to make a good breakfast. 

On the drive over it dawns on you that you could be doing more from your job, not just working the front desk. You hadn’t ever been offered a promotion by the snobby manager and was quickly shut down the last time you mentioned it to them. You tried to not hold any sort of grudge against people, yet the way the manager spoke to you and the other workers made you feel as if you would quit on the spot after your interactions, although you never had. You stayed because the other workers needed your help, and you needed the income not to mention getting to see people that were close enough to be considered friends. You shook the thoughts from your head as you pulled onto the gravel pathway and parked. Getting inside and settled in a few minutes, you gaze around the shop and found it to be quiet and calm as the mornings tended to be.  

You help customers as the day progresses, making small chit chat being sure to welcome everyone who comes in. The range wasn’t too busy today, only a few people every hour which you enjoyed as it gave you some time to clean the monitors you used and sweep the floor around you. 

You were sweeping up the last pile when you heard your manager begin yelling at someone from the office, with a slam of the door just down the hall. You groaned as you quickly picked up the small dirt pile you had accumulated and put it in the bin, moving to your work station swiftly. The manager now almost screaming at points of his argument, your palms begin to get sweaty and everything in you hopes that a customer doesn’t come in. You stand there nervously as people pass by the front door, you look away in hopes they won’t feel the need to come and say hello.

SLAM the phone had been hung up, making you wince as it did. You tried to act normally and as if you didn’t hear anything when you heard his office door open. You didn’t dare to ask him what it was about knowing that it would only blow up in your face, so you decide to start typing away at the computer. His boots came thudding down the small hallway as you tried to take deep breaths, telling yourself to not look his way. He stops right next to you, still huffing from yelling on the phone.

‘Where’s Catherine?’ He glares at you when you stop typing and start to look over at him, he was sweating from yelling and quite red too. 

‘Well.. she texted me saying-‘

‘I didn’t ask what she texted you- where is she?’ His tone grew more firm as he leaned in closer to you.

‘She said she wasn’t feeling well so I came in to cover for her shift…’ You now had your hands placed on your lap looking between him and down to the floor, afraid of the man that stood in front of you and how he would react.

‘well that’s just GREAT.’ He slams his hands on the counter and begins to pace the small area in front of the desk, then moving them to cover his face. 

‘She should have contacted me. Not you, ME then I could have told her that someone would cover for her- and it wouldn’t of been you.’ He looks at you when he stops pacing. You furrow your brows and look back to the floor.

‘See, you’re going into overtime now- you’re meant to only be part time which means I have to pay more!’ His voice was now booming through the small building while you sat quietly looking down to your hands in your lap or the desk, anything that wasn’t able to yell back at you. 

‘You know what, don’t come in next week. I-I cant afford it now thanks to Catherine.’ You look up now, you couldn’t miss work for a week, you had mortgage due soon and electric bills to pay and you had to buy groceries-

‘I cant miss work that long I have mortgage due this next week…could I come in for just a few hours?’ You regretted saying the words as they left your lips, watching as a smile grew over his face as he walked towards you. Your own eyes began to feel hot and watery but you wouldn’t let yourself cry. 

‘You can’t pay bills? No, I can’t pay bills! Not with people like you going overtime behind my back-you…you can afford to miss work your job isn’t essential around here! I can manage to ring people out for a while and eat a muffin at the same time- You can’t even use a gun properly and you think your fit to work here!?-‘ His tangent quickly cut off making the room feel a whole lot more quiet. The tears welting in your eyes that he couldn’t see had dropped to your pants. The door had opened and the same group of 3 had walked into the building wearing their uniforms, they must have checked in earlier this morning before you’d arrived. He immediately backs away from the counter to simply tapping his thumbs on the desk attempting to act casually. He was even more red now not that the customers could see, as he stared you down.

‘Alright. You lock up, I’m going home.’ He turns to face the customers now. ‘And you gentlemen, we are closing soon but please just ask Y/N for anything you need, have a good night.’ He walks back the office where the door now gently closed as you heard him gathering his things preparing to leave. 

You were sure they had heard the manager through the door, there’s no way they hadn’t. Yet if they had heard, they were acting as if it was the same as any other day- except the one with the mask. He was looking at you for quite some time across the room before the group came up to the desk. 

[ethereal-maniac]

Simon Riley who insists that Sunsetz by Cigarettes After Sex is your song.

Simon Riley who makes it a tradition that he plays that song every time he comes back from a mission.

Simon Riley who doesn’t care what time it is, witching hours, early morning, late afternoon, he’s bringing you into his arms.

Simon Riley who looks at you with nothing but pure adoration as you slow dance around the kitchen.

Simon Riley who hopes to melt into you so he’ll never have to feel what it’s like to be without you ever again.

Simon Riley whose bottom lip trembles when you meet his gaze with just as much love.

Simon Riley who can’t help but cry when you place the softest, sweetest kiss known to man on his lips.

Simon Riley who knows he wants to marry you when you brush away his tears with your own teary smile.

Simon Riley who doesn’t ever want the song to end, because then he’ll have to let you go.

Do not copy, translate, transfer (plagiarise) or take ‘inspiration’ from my writing.

[ellaa-writes]

inspired by this

vampire Simon (lost boys au) 18+

your friend told you of a party at a pier, long since forgotten and abandon. right on the beach, overlooking the ocean. at first you were nervous, hell even a little scared. the wood moaned with each step and you had to convince yourself you wouldn't fall in. everything was on the verge of sliding off into the ocean, the buildings that remained were littered with graffiti.

the party was alright, someone blasting music on one of those portable speakers. another started a bonfire, using pieces of the pier as fuel. you sat close to the flame, a drink in your hand. you desperately tried to enjoy yourself but everyone was way more drunk than you were. and your friend disappeared with some guy. you needed to get out of here before one of the others decide to slip you something, you tried to ignore the gross stares they've been giving you. you tossed the cup and it's remaining contents into the fire and rose from your seat. slinking off into the night, blending into the shadows.

you had no real way to leave, your friend has the keys to her car. you tried looking for her, poking your head into the empty shacks, quietly calling out her name.

you can't remember how you ended up here, walking along the sand. the water lightly kissing you bare feet, you don't know where you put your shoes. from you advantage you could still see the glow of the fire on the pier, but too far away to hear the music. laying down in the sand, you stared up at the dark sky. the moon was covered by thick clouds, you hoped it wouldn't rain. you were about to close you eyes until you heard it. snapping up from your postion to look around the beach, but everything was too dark to make out anything.

"what ya' doing 'ere all by yourself doll?" it came from beside you, the sudden noise made you jump and let out a shrill.

he was covered in shadow, even this close up. the only thing you could make out was his eyes and the way his teeth shine.

"didn't mean to scare 'ya" you didn't here him walk up, let alone sit next to you. maybe you did have a bit too much to drink.

"sorry , didn't hear you." you managed to mumble out. he began toying with the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric between his fingers and giving it a tug.

"no worries. you with 'em?" he asked, using his chin to point towards the direction of the abandoned pier. you could still see the fire flickering but no longer could see anyone, they must have left.

"yeah , actually I'm looking for my friend. well i was, couldn't find her." your speech was a tad slurred.

"need help?" his hand now traveling up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its path.

"i don't know." and you really didn't, you couldn't think clearly right now.

"how 'bout you come back to mine? 'ya can rest and i'll drive you home in the morning?" the offer was nice but you weren't sure about going home with a stranger.

he flashed you another smile which had you shaking your head yes.

"perfect." he rose from the sand, hand extended out for you. you hesitantly grabbed onto it has he pulled you up. he was big, nearly touching the clouds you thought. he pulled you along the shore towards a set of cliffs.

"i thought we were going to your place?" you asked a little wary.

"we are, it's right over 'ere." he helped you climb up a few big rocks before an opening to a cave came into view.

"weird." you whispered.

he guided you through the mouth of the cave, the sound of distant music getting closer and closer until the tunnel opened up. It was spectacular, a huge chandelier hug from the ceiling. the walls of the cave were decorated with sheets, posters and what looked like wallpaper. none of it made sense to you, it was like a secret hang out or something.

"you live here?" he pulled you over to a corner, a grand 4 post bed nestled into the wall of the cave. the mattress looked dusty and unused, it was surrounded by sheer curtains.

"hmm, with my brothers." you just nodded your head, taking in your surroundings.

"this place is so cool." you reached out to touch the wall of the cave, feeling the jagged edges.

"you can sleep 'ere for tonight. are' ya thirsty?" he helped you sit on the bed, half sunken into the ground.

you just nodded your head again, feeling a little dizzy and lost for words. he disappeared before returning with a dark bottle, popping the top and handing it to you.

"just some grape juice, all we have at the moment." you brought it to your nose, giving it a good sniff. it was sweet and a little sour.

"what's your name?" it finally dawned on you that you didn't know this strange man. his beautiful brown eyes, lined with light blond hair, stared down at you.

"Simon." he tipped your head back as he took the bottle from your hands, pouring the dark liquid into your mouth. it was thick and tasted just as sweet as it smelled. pulling the bottle away he set it down, his big hand traveled down to the column of your throat. wrapping it around till his fingers nearly touched, he leaned it and gave your lips a lick. tasting the residual liquid before he pushed his tongue into your mouth, his lips now flushed against your own.

Simon, your voice echoed

[simonzmama]

need him to chop me up tbh 😞 (@kubsxyz on tt)

[blingblong55]

A bit morbid question (hopefully not), but if you could fuck tf141, who would you go for first?

And how do you reckon they fuck? I would like Soap would be hard fast (perhaps), gaz might be soft, loving. Price maybe soft loving yet dominant.

I love these kind of questions, here it goes:

I would start with Soap, I think he would be the one to get me all wet and easy for the others and he is the one to convince me to do more for him and the other men. I do agree he is the kind of man that hold you by the hips, your back to his chest as he fucks himself with deep and hard thrusts into you.

Gaz would be next since I believe he would soft, like you said. I'd be a chance of pace and it would serve for some sweet praises and loving kisses over me as he fucks himself into me. I also like to believe Gaz is the kind of man to truly take his time with you and make sure you are pleased before him.

Ghost is next. This is because I know switching from Gaz to him is rather nice. The transitions are smooth and since I know Ghost wouldn't want to harm me whilst he fucks me, it would be the best sex, apart from Gaz. He also seems like the kind of guy who is a little shy because of his scars and his past, which means that he takes things more slower than Gaz. I also think he truly would praise every inch of my body and would make me feel all loved and happy.

Price is last since I think, and this is my personal favourite thing about a man, his hairy chest and soft tummy would be the perfect combination for not just nasty sex but also the most amazing after care ever. I do agree that Price is dominant but also soft. I think he is the type to kind of have lazy sex? Y'know, him leaving on the headboard, your back to his chest, maybe even chest to chest, his hands on your hips as he kisses your neck and shoulder. I think him and after care included a cigarette/cigar on his mouth as he caresses your back whilst you lay your head on his soft and comfy chest.

I also like to think that if it's canon, unlike what I've written, sex with any of them would be filled with laugh, your hair getting stuck under his hand and him apologizing and chuckling. I truly believe they have realistic sex. The accidentally tipping you both over and nearly falling, laughing about it and even after, you two laying beside, talking about any stupid thing that comes to mind.

There would be silence, the good kind where he caresses your arm as your head rests on his chest. He looks at the ceiling and smiles and once he looks down, he's compelled to kisses your forehead, close his eyes and hold you there for longer.