psychotic4ghost

[psychotic4ghost]

Let's Get Physical 18+

Warnings: 🚨sMuT🚨at the end, romance and everything that comes with it

Notes: compression shirt.... ghost in a compression shirt?

Being workout partners with Simon has its pros and cons. You get a free weight carrier, no longer having to lug the 50 pound dumbbell over to your bench when you need them.

"I can lift them, really, I just can't carry them."

"Yeah, 'course, luv."

Simon loves watching you workout. Even if you're more muscular because of it, he still knows he can pick you up and throw you around any way he wanted. And he loves watching the little expressions you make when doing hip thrusts, your face screwing up in effort and concentration.

Almost like the face you make when he fu-

Even though it can get annoying having a big, hulking shadow following you around the gym— he jus' wants to make sure y'doin the exercises right, sweetheart— it does come in handy when you're doing squats. Simon will stand menacingly behind you, glaring at anyone who even looks your way.

It's not his fault you keep ending up bent over a weight bench, your cute little cunny stuffed full with his cock. You just keep wearing those tight leggings, how is he supposed to control himself? And besides, what's the point of having mirrors in the weight section if he can't use them to watch you get dumb on his cock?

[psychotic4ghost]

steamy shower sex with simon.

the man's just come home from a deployment which took you away from him and him away from you for a whole month. a whole month of both of you having no sexual contact with each other, no calls, no photos, no nothing.

so just imagine the desperation and the raw need between the two of you as he stepped foot back into the place that finally felt like home after so many years of trying to find it, dropping his bag to the wooden floor, not even bothering to take his shoes off as his arms found themselves wrapped tightly around your smaller body, holding you close, so close.

"missed you, lovey." his voice was deep, low, as usual, yet his tone was softened, into one of vulnerability, love, desire, and need. one that he only ever used towards you. only you were deserving of hearing and seeing his true emotions, which were hidden behind a cold mask to others.

you insisted he should take a shower, clean himself up from the messy deployment, ease his stiff, aching joints, slowly ground himself back into the domestic side of his life, even if it wouldn't last forever. not yet, at least, one day, maybe.

however, simon didn't want to be alone yet, no, not after he just came back to his sweetheart. so in the end, the two of you ended up showering together. it started as a normal shower, which slowly escalated into more.

which is how you found yourself, in simon's big, well-trained arms, his scarred fingers pressing tightly into your thighs, back against his muscled chest, as he fucked up into you, his fat cock stretching out your pulsing, clenching walls with a slight new found difficulty from how long he was separated from you. but, that just means he has to get you nice and stretched out, doesn't he?

the running water did little to conceal the groans and low moans from him, and the higher, louder moans and whines from you. your head was leaning against his shoulder, eyes barely open, as his tip repeatedly pressed against your sweetest spots inside you, making you feel dizzy from the unwavering pleasure.

rutting his hips up into you, his grip on you tightened, as he slowly lowered his head, whispering into your ear amidst his noises of pleasure and relief. "feeling good, pretty girl? getting close? i can fucking feel you clenching around me so hard. you wanna cum, yeah?"

he was teasing you with his words, as he soon began to simultaneously bring your wet pussy down onto his dick while fucking up into you, but you knew he was just as wanting as you were in this moment.

your moans grew louder in noise, stirring him on to do the same, his groans and grunts of your name and dirty words growing louder and more rushed. your wetness was dripping down his cock, slipping down his bare, marked skin, leaving a trail which almost immediately got washed off by the running water in the shower.

the glass was steamed up, a white sheet of condensation hiding your two bodies away from the outside. the air was getting hotter and thinner, which, along with your current states, didn't really help much. but, none of that mattered in the moment. what mattered was that you were with simon again, getting one of the best sex experiences in your life.

"g'nna cum, wanna cum, pleasee, 'leasee!" you cried out, turning your head, trying to capture simon's lips in a long-awaited kiss. you could see his eyes moving to look down at your lips, as he lowered his head down, capturing your lips in a wet, messy kiss, one with tongue's meeting, fighting for the dominance, which undoubtedly you had lost quickly.

"you wanna cum, huh?" he muttered out, his pace constant, not speeding or slowing down. "wanna cum so desperately? then do it. be a good girl for me and make a fucking filthy mess."

and that was all it took for you to snap, your body jerking and trembling as the tension in your lower abdomen snapped, mind blank, save for simon's name, as your orgasm hit you so intensely, squirting so hard as your body shook from it. your pussy clenched and twitched so much that that in itself was enough to bring poor simon to the breaking point.

holding you down tightly on him, which was definite to leave many loving, reminiscent marks of what had happened, he let out a lusty, heavy moan, burying his face in your shoulder, as hot spurts of his cum shot into you, intertwining with yours, creating a sticky mess between the two of you as it began to dribble out, getting flushed away through the shower water.

it took you some time to gather yourselves; to catch your breaths, come back to reality, to ground yourselves from the orgasms you had just experienced. simon slowly let you down, turning the shower off, looking down at you, as you slumped against him, barely managing to stand on quivering legs.

"well, that shower was pointless, wasn't it?"

but he wouldn't trade these moments for anything in the world.

(author's note: wrote this on a whim, not too proud of it 🤞)

[psychotic4ghost]

Soap, about Rudy: He looks... mad

Alejandro: Mad is an understatement. He's a volcano ready to erupt

Soap: I'm scared to draw attention to myself

Alejandro: Mi amor does not care who gets caught in the cross fire. His career may be Los Vaqueros but his secondary career is a hater

Soap:

Soap: Try not to sound so turned on when you say that

[psychotic4ghost]

Roommate!Simon Riley that doesn’t correct people for thinking you’re dating. Simon’s minding the trolley while you grab a box of cereal at the store, idly standing by while watching people dip in and out of the aisle. when an older woman says you make a cute couple he just nods and says ‘thank you, ma’am’. he especially doesn’t correct someone when he stalks up behind you, a protective hand on your hip when they scoff and ask, “Is this your boyfriend?”

Roommate!Simon Riley that knows you like the back of his hand - ever changing, but still familiar at the end of the day. a new scar marring his knuckles? he’ll memorize what you like from that new café that opened down the block. a new nick on his wrist? he’s picking up that new movie you were gushing about wanting to see, a genre you wouldn’t necessarily choose usually - he’s ignoring how the main love interest looks like him. at the end of the day, some things never change, like how he’s memorized your smile and the way your nose scrunches

Roommate!Simon Riley that’s fallen into a comfortable pattern with you. your friends always say you act like a married couple, but you wave them off. so what if you guys are in the bathroom at the same time? you need to squeeze a shower in and Simon wanted to brush his teeth - besides, he can hand you a towel when you’re done. so what if you sleep in each other’s rooms? the damn AC is busted again, it’s not your fault Simon is as warm as a furnace and welcomes you with open arms

Roommate!Simon Riley whose favorite start to the morning is seeing you bleary eyed and groggy. your hair is messy, pillow lines across your cheek, and your t-shirt is askew - perfect. he doesn’t care if you have crud around your eyes, he doesn’t care if you haven’t brushed your teeth yet, he doesn’t care that you’re wearing his t-shirt— Simon pauses, eyes glued to you. his last name decorating your back… maybe Simon does care about you wearing his shirt

[psychotic4ghost]

nsfw

sucking and jerking simon off bcs he is too tired when he comes back from deployment but his dick cant help but be hard. all that time away from you makes him ache.

his head falls into the pillow and he lets out soft grunts and moans, he is half asleep but your soft hand on his big cock makes him stay somehow conscious. your soft kisses on hid jaw and neck make him feel warm, he is too tired to kiss you back, his mouth and tongue are not able to match your pace.

simon cums fast, but he is hard again. and you take good care of him until he cums 2 or 3 times, sometimes 4.

"i'll make it up to you..." he whispers before falling asleep, and he does. next morning, after a good sleep he wakes up ready to show you how much he missed you.

[psychotic4ghost]

ghost who’s cock is so big he sits in bed with you for hours, just rocking his hips happily back and forth as you watch your movie on the laptop just so you can learn to get used to the size of it.

‘s’just practice-‘ is always his excuse, and you can’t blame him. it does infact feel good when he just crumbles atop you and practically kills you with his big body, cock gently sheathing in and out of your cunt.

it’s easier to get used to, afterall.

[psychotic4ghost]

some bluecollar!simon as a treat

“what the fuck d’ya think you’re doing? get back in bed.” simon growls at you, ignoring your whines of protest as he drags you back to the bedroom, leaving his work lunch unfinished on the counter

“you’re too sick to be out of bed.” he grumbles, ignoring the heart eyes you give him at his aggressive love, “stop lookin’ at me like tha’”

you giggle followed by a pained groan from the strain on your achy muscles as simon tucks the bedsheets in around you. “can’t help it, you’re so good to me, si… if I don’t make it through this… just know…”

he shakes his head at you, cutting off your dramatic joke with two hands on either side of your face and a firm kiss on your forehead, “don’t die before you fix that hole in my work trousers.”

he chuckles at his own stupidity when he feels your foot poke out from under the covers to kick his thigh, “right, I’ll be ‘ome after work and I’ll pick up food from that dingy cafe you like.”

you blow him a kiss as he grabs his stuff and makes his way towards the bedroom door, “if yer want anymore of that medicine, it’s in my bedside drawer.” he calls out before he leaves

you smile to yourself when you hear the front door slam, missing him already but you know the bills have been extra high recently so he can’t afford to miss work, your poor man has been working himself to the bone picking up as many shifts as he can

you’ll soon discover the real reason he’s been working so much when you open the bedside drawer later that day, looking for the medicine, only to find a small velvet box stashed in the corner :)

[psychotic4ghost]

Imagine Ghost helping you jerk him off, like he puts his hand over yours

this is one of those virgin/inexperienced reader thoughts cuz all ya gotta do is ask how to get a man off (because you fear accidentally ripping someone's foreskin off) and gross, slimy ghost is gonna hit you with an "lemme show ya how t'do it" but you'd expected a video or something, not him getting real snug on your bed with his cock already out in the open and you've gotta bite down on your tongue to keep from asking him if it's normal that it just sits on his thigh like that.

and just when you're nervously fidgeting at the end of the bed he tells you to get closer. "too far away, how are ya gonna learn anythin' bein' tha' far away?"

omg he's grabbing your hand and spitting on your clammy palm before encouraging (his own hand tight over yours) you to wrap your fingers firmly around his thicker base and you're sweating bullets at this point. (that your fingertips aren't even close to touching is making your head spin.)

you don't want to stare at what's in your hand, hot and heavy, don't want to look out the window because then you'll seem bored or dismissive, cant look at him because his stare is unnerving-

but then a rather pointed sucking of his teeth while his hand tips your head up by the chin solves that issue for you.

not gonna learn a thing if ya not lookin'.

(you reckon you aren't going to learn anything anyway because he's making sure your eyes stay latched onto his instead of the study guide that's now leaking wet, sticky and warm.)

[psychotic4ghost]

Something bout laying your head into Simon's lap. He's surprised when you ask at first, a tilt of the head and a shrug before he continues reading. Closing his man spread for you to lay flush against the absolute heaven of softness that is his legs.

He just looks so good from this angle...eyes looking right over you behind that pair of frames. A large hand moving gently to push them back into place when he tilts down to check on you. Blushing and brushing your hair back and he finds you staring.

He just can't help but groan when you nuzzle your head into his lap. No one's ever touched him there so gently. Patted his thighs and squished them when you were teasing him, mimicking the motion of fluffing up a pillow before you lied back down. Now he just can't move you anymore.

Too attached to simply move you. Instead he tries to get comfortable, shifting himself little by little to lean back when his eyes get tired. When he wakes up with you in his arms, on his lap. He goes back to sleep. He didn't see nothin.

[psychotic4ghost]

Soap: So I've seen you spending a lot of time with Y/N recently Ghost: Its not what it looks like Soap: Oh really? So no reason to be jealous? Ghost: No youre the only one for me Soap: Is that so? Ghost: I promise. Y/N and I are just dating ok? Soap: So there are no best friend feelings involved? Ghost: You are still my one and only best friend. Theyre just the love of my life ok? Y/N: Gaz: Good luck

[psychotic4ghost]

Strength Together A Story By Psychotic4ghost

TW: NSFW, pnv, oral, language WC: 4.4k (a big boy)

Masterlist <- Chapter 9 // Chapter 11 ->

Ophelia felt warm as she twisted and turned. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of stubble and her nose twitched to the smell of a woody, earth scent. It was Simon, he was fully wrapped around her and snoring. Their legs intertwined and her head rested on his meaty bicep. She could hear his breathing even out as his eyes blinked open. 

“What time is it?” She asked now that he was awake. He shifted his arm, her head bobbed as he flexed his muscle to read his watch. 

“Two. Why are you awake?” Simon responded, his voice as deep as she’d ever heard it. The grogginess in his tone sent chills up her spine. 

“I don’t know.” She responded honestly. 

“Nightmare?” He asked as he examined her face. She had had a nightmare each night since her kidnapping. Which means two total so far. This was their third night having to share a room and she hadn’t had one yet. 

“No. I’m not sure why I woke up.” Ophelia searched his eyes, not knowing what she was looking for. She could read the tiredness that radiated from him. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you.” 

“‘S fine.” his Manchester accent was laid on thick in his voice as sleep threatened to pull him back under. “You sure you’re okay, lovie?” Lovie, he had taken to calling her that often since he rescued her. 

She nodded her head softly. “I promise, Si.” 

He grumbled before letting his eyes flutter shut. His hold on her tightening. He had his free arm draped over her waist. 

“Si?” She asked before he could fully be taken by sleep again. He opened one eye to look at her, giving acknowledgement. “I…um. I need to use the restroom.” 

“No.” He grumbled, his hold tightening again. “Don’t wanna move.” 

“Should I use your bed then?” She asked in a playful but still assertive tone. 

Simon let out an irritated huff at her words. “Be quick.” He released his tight grip on her, letting her wiggle out of his grasp, he gently pushed on her back, helping her sit up right so she could climb out the bed that was pushed against the wall. 

She didn’t move for a moment, instead she sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating her next moves. “What is it?” Simon asked, his listening skills were insane to her. Knowing she hadn’t even begun walking yet. 

“I–  don’t worry about it.” She pushed up off the bed and slipped into her fuzzy pink slippers. She rounded the bed and entered the bathroom. She didn’t use the bathroom though, instead she sat on the toilet lid, her hands combed through her hair as she thought. 

A light knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. “I’m almost done.” She called through the door. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled through the wooden door. 

“Nothing?” She asked but also answered. 

He opened the door without warning, startling her as she pulled her knees to her chest. “What the hell, Simon?” 

“What are you doing? What’s wrong?” This wasn’t like Simon. The first two nights he had respected her space and insane amount despite her need for cuddles. But tonight he was moodier. 

“I– I was just taking a moment to think.” She responded, trying her best to keep her angry look.

“You ‘ad to wake me up ‘n hide in the bathroom to think? Couldn’t do that ‘n bed?” He was getting snappy with her and she didn’t much care for it. 

“I can think where I please.” She said as she placed her feet back on the ground to stand. 

“Did you even need to go?” He asked as his movements hesitated. 

“Well…no…” Before she continued her thought, his hand was gently on her wrist, pulling her out of the bathroom. “Simon what are you doing?” 

“I’m goin’ back to sleep. If I wait for you t’ come back, you’ll jus’ wake me up. Besides, talk to me.” There he was, the less grumpy Simon she was used to. 

“I don’t want to. These… aren’t exactly– she paused– thoughts I want to share.” She mumbled as she was gently tossed into the bed. His action of dominance stirred something in her. Her cheeks peeked in a pink hue as she stared up at him. 

“Oh. I get it.” He spoke smoothly, she expected him to take offense to her lack of wanting to share with him but no, he sat next to her on the bed and looked at her, waiting for her to talk. 

“Y-you do?” She asked, not sure if he did actually understand. 

He nodded his head, “I can be helpful, ya know.” A small smirk tugged at his lips, he often left the mask on the desk when it was just the two of them and she could see the smirk clear as day. 

“Simon!” She smacked him with the first pillow she could reach from the bed. 

A deep, raspy chuckle left his throat as he caught the pillow. “I’m teasing, lovie. Though you did really seem to enjoy kissing me back in the infirmary. 

“Will you stop it?” She asked in a more teasing than serious tone.

“You’re always welcome to do it again, Ophelia.” The use of her name startled her as she lunged for another pillow to hit him with. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from reaching the pillow. “I’m serious.” he hummed, his face was closer to hers now as he leaned in the same direction as her to stop her from grabbing the pillow. 

They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity before Ophelia leaned ever so slightly closer. Simon could read her anxious thoughts and closed the distance, his lips soft against hers as they collided. She didn’t waste time meeting him in passion. She could feel the tip of his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, begging for entry which she gladly obliged. His tongue explored her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, her cheeks, all of it. A soft moan escaped her and he ate it up. 

“Simon. We– we can’t.” She spoke, nearly breathless as they pulled apart finally. 

“And why’s that?” He asked, sharing her breathless state. 

“Because. A-aren’t there rules?” She asked, still panting. 

“Hmm, yes but not for doctors. I am not your Lieutenant, Lia.” He searched her face for a reaction, he found her shocked expression to be absolutely adorable. “You’re not a field medic…technically.” 

“Simon, I–” 

“Tell me no and I will stop.” He spoke matter of fact. 

“I don’t think I want you to. I’m just…nervous.” 

That pulled a deep belly laugh from Simon. He didn’t mean to laugh at her but he noticed her mildly hurt expression. “Lovie, I've got you. Listen, I’m not good with words. I’m not– I don’t… express feelings well. But I’m comfortable with you. So if that means I gotta take the lead, I will.” Ophelia placed a gentle finger to his lips before replacing her finger with her lips. 

The kiss was shallow, soft, almost a ghost of a kiss before she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her body weight fall back into the bed, pulling him with her. He rested just above her, his elbows keeping him from crushing her. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Yes.” She breathed out. She looked deep into his eyes, searching for his thoughts on the subject. She found lust, tender, sweet, loving lust as one of his hands snaked over her tummy. He held his hand there for a moment before slowly sliding up to her breast. He squeezed just lightly enough to gauge her reaction. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling as she bit her lip, biting back a moan. 

He continued his soft assault on her breasts, giving both the attention they required. “Were you gonna hide in the bathroom…to take care of this?” He asked, his voice low and husky. 

“I– I was.” She admitted, it felt naughty to admit that she was going to hide in his bathroom to relieve herself of this ache she felt. To be honest, she had felt this itch since the night before but she tried her best to suppress it. “All our touching and cuddling made it hard to fight my thoughts.” 

“You thought of me? This way?” He teased as he slithered his hand down her tummy and to the hem of her sleep pants. 

She glared at him, not wanting to answer the obvious question. She knew it was only a way to tease her. He chuckled at her attempt to look menacing, knowing the power he held over her in this moment. He slid his hand over her clothed cunt, wiping the glare right off her face. Her brows knit together and her eyes shut while she fought herself, trying to not bite her own bottom lip. 

A possessive growl left Simon’s throat. “I won’t let them take you again.” He said through grit teeth, the idea of protecting her made him even more eager for her. All she could do was whimper at his words and the soft friction his middle and pointer finger were creating. The teasing was already creating pressure in her lower tummy, the feeling of wanting and needing growing more and more with each rub of his thick fingers. 

“Simon, please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for but whatever it was, she needed it badly. 

“Hmm.” Was all Simon cared to give as he tugged down her sleep pants, leaving her in just panties, knowing he was going to tease her more. He stared for a moment, basking in the sight that lay before him. She was so beautiful to him. A precious flower that he swore to protect, his precious flower. As much as he wanted to tease her for his own enjoyment, he too couldn’t hold back much longer, he wanted –no– needed her and bad. 

“Fuck, lovie.” He breathed out more to himself. The doe-like look she gave him sent him reeling. He could feel his sweats tighten in an aching but pleasurable pain. “Lia…” 

“Simon.” She spoken with a breathlessness to her, she was struggling to keep her composure and was failing the more they stared into each others eyes, 

“You’re beautiful. So, so, so fucking beautiful.” She turned pink almost instantly at his words, not knowing how to respond. Her rosy cheeks were the only response he needed to know how she felt. He grinned. It was genuine, a smile even Price had probably never seen before. 

He felt a tickle, breaking his train of thought. Her soft hands had begun to trail up and down his sides, she fiddled with the hem of his shirt as her cheeks grew redder and redder. “Please, Simon.” She pleaded, just above a whisper. “I need you.” 

Hearing those words lit a fire in Simon’s chest, his hands that rested on her hips pulled away so he could remove his own shirt. It wasn’t the first and probably not the last time she’d seen him shirtless. She was always captivated by every little scar that peppered his chest and arms. Her delicate fingers trailed over the deeper of his scars, the burn along his left pectoral muscle and down across a deep stab wound just above his left hip bone. “Beautiful.” She whispered to herself. She traced over the skull tattoo on his bicep and down to his hand where she laced and locked her fingers with his. 

Simon used this to his advantage, he pulled their interlaced hands up above her head, pinning her there. Her breath hitched in her throat causing Simon to let a small, breathy chuckle escape; she turned pink again. His free hand danced across the top of her panties, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded her head quickly, needing to feel him more intimately. 

His fingers hooked under the fabric and with a quick and skilled motion, he had them down around her ankles where she happily kicked them off into the abyss of the dark room surrounding them. His eyes raked down her body, breathing in the stunning view of her nearly naked sight. He needed more, needed to see more. He unlaced their fingers and stripped her of her shirt with little to no thought and tossed it behind him. She yelped at the sudden movement and coolness that washed over her now fully nude self. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” he nearly growled as he took in all that he was before him. He lowered his head and peppered light kisses up from her collar bone to her neck, forcing her to look up so he could kiss his way to her ear. His attack on her neck continued as he worked his way out of his sleep pants and boxers. The weight of him tapped against her tummy. She forced his head back so she could see his length. Her eyes widened at how big he was, she figured with his height and build that it’d be bigger but she wasn’t expecting her calculations to be correct. 

“I’ll be gentle.” Simon cooed as he watched her intently. 

“It’s gonna hurt.” Ophelia mumbled. 

Simon shook his head, “I promise it won’t.” He could see the visible worry in her brows causing him to chuckle. “But if we need to stop-” he was cut off by her sweet words. 

“No. No, I can take it. I want to. I need to.” Fire burned behind her eyes this time. Lust filled her chest and mind as she stared down at the monstrous length that laid gently against her bare tummy. 

“If at any point we need to stop, you need to tell me.” He watched her, waiting for a response but receiving nothing as she continued to stare. “Ophelia. That's an order.” 

Her eyes snapped up at his sudden sternness. “Y-yes sir.” She muttered without thought. 

“Good girl.” Simon spoke clearly before slowly lowering himself down her body. He continued to trail kisses down her collar bone, to her breast, to her tummy before stopping just at her heat. Fear mixed with hunger overtook Ophelia's eyes as she watched this beast of a man do his work. 

His hot breath tickled the inside of her thighs as he continued downward. He nibbled softly into her thigh, licking and kissing where he bit to sooth the mild burn. He would hover over her cunny, his hot breath tickling her before moving to the other thigh, a tease no doubt. 

“Si…please…I need to feel you.” She breathed out as she balled the sheets in her fists, her legs squirming around his head as she did. 

No words were spoken on his part. A simple smirk was all the communication she received before he abruptly attached his lips to her awaiting, slick with arousal cunt. A near yelp left her throat at the sudden contact. “Oh f-fuck.” 

“Little flower does know how to swear.” Simon mumbled and chuckled as his mouth was still pressed deep against her, the vibrations causing her back to arch.

“I-I’ve sworn b-before.” Speaking was hard for her as the man between her legs was blanking out her mind the more his tongue swirled around her sweet bud. 

“Hardly.” She could tell he was lowering his voice to make the rumble deeper. 

She was getting close, the more he spoke, the more vibration, it was pushing her to the edge and he knew it. His hands curled under her thighs, his fingers surely bruising the tops of her thighs as he held her in place. She pushed against his grip, wiggling more and more as her climax grew. 

“C’mon, lovie. Cum for me.” He let out another possessive growl knowing it would tip her over and he was right. Her legs trembled, her back arched deeper, her knuckles turned white as her grip on the sheets tightened impossibly so. 

“S-s-oh my g-god.” Words were not her friend as she rode through her incredible orgasm. But he didn't stop. His tongue continued to swirl and his nose continued to press into her clit. A thick finger teased and poked at her entrance. “W-wait. Need…need to breathe.” She begged as she panted through the end of her orgasm. But was it really the end? Or was it part one? His thick, calloused finger pushed into her, her back arched more than she knew it could as sweet moans escaped her mouth. 

“Need you ready, lovie. Unless you really want me to.” Simon began to remove his finger but she whimpered, stopping him from moving at all. 

“N-no…I need more, d-don’t pull out. D-don’t.” Her words and thoughts were cut short as he pushed his finger back in but this time with another added. He knew what he was doing and she didn't know how to react. 

He continued his rhythm pushing her to the end yet again. But this one was coming fast, she hardly had time to brace for it before she was spilling over the edge again. 

Soft moans and near squeaks left her as she came for the second time. Ghost smirked, pleased with his abilities. He pushed off the bed, readying himself for what he had been waiting for when her soft whimper pulled his attention to her. 

“Wait…Si…” She reached for him. He gently leaned down, his elbows at either side of her head for support as he looked down into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soft and tender kiss. It was loving and warm, two feelings Simon wasn’t used to feeling. He could feel the passion radiate from her. Her legs found purchase around his hips as she pulled him closer to her. The tip of his cock brushed her incredibly sensitive folds. 

She continued to kiss him, hot and passionate as she tugged at his hips, a silent plea for him to give them both what they desperately needed. She wanted him close as he filled her for the first time. He understood her silent request and snaked a hand down between them to guide himself in, never breaking the kiss. He pushed in slowly, gauging her breathing and movements as he pushed further and further. She took him so well, never wincing or faltering in her breathing as he bottomed out effortlessly. 

“Shit.” He couldn’t help the curses that spilled from his lips. “Fuck, lovie, ya feel so fuckin’ good.” He dipped his head down, his eyes glued shut as he rested his forehead on her shoulder. The feeling was so intense, so perfect, so…right. 

One of her hands carded through his short hair, softly tugging every so often. Her other hand was draped over his back, not really doing much as she didn’t have much energy left. They sat there, his cock sheathed in her gummy walls for a few minutes, basking in each other's warmth before Ophelia wiggled her hips.  

“Just a second more…please.” Simon said breathlessly. Ophelia didn’t respond, instead she continued to massage his scalp. After Simon’s needed second, he began to move. His thrusts were deep but slow at first. He picked up pace after each thrust, growing faster and harder with each snap of his hips before the wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Her moans spilled out as he found a brutal but steady pace. 

“Fuck. You-you feel so good. I’m not gonna last long, flower.” Simon was teetering over the edge of his own orgasm but he’d be damned if his little lady didn’t cum first. He kept his intense pace as he watched her face contort and scrunch. He couldn’t help but kiss his puffy red lips as he thrust as deep as he could inside her. 

“D-don’t stop, Simon. I-I’m close.” Stuttering was all she was good for as moans and whimpers cut her off. 

“Where?” Simon asked through pants. 

“Wha-”

“Where do you want me?” 

“I-inside.” She locked eyes with him as her cheeks burned at his question. “P-pill.” 

A guttural groan mixed with a growl pulled from deep within Simon’s chest to her words, he was so close he didn’t know if he could wait for her but luckily for him, she was at the same point. The string of whimpers and whines that left her lips told him he was allowed to cum. Simon leaned down and captured her lips with his. With one last thrust, he halted, burying himself as deep as he could. His hot, white seed coated the walls of her gummy insides. Her moans filled his mouth as his filled hers. 

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The singsong chirps from the birds outside peacefully pulled Ophelia from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open as she pulled her arms up over her head to stretch. She abruptly stopped as an aching pain shot from her hips to her lower back. A groan escaped her as she slumped back down into the bed. 

“Mornin’ lovie.” Simon’s voice came from directly next to her. She looked to her left to see Simon’s expressionless face. 

“Good morning.” She trailed off before starting again. “I’m sore.” 

“Mm, good.” Simon grumbled as he wrapped his thick arms around her tiny frame, pulling her close to him. The smell of sex and his natural musk pushed through her scenes, over taking them. She inhaled, loving the smell. 

“What time is it?” She asked as she strained her neck to look up at him. His eyes were closed, not a care in the world. 

“Uh,” Simon twisted his body to look at the clock, bringing her with him. “0500 hours.” He rolled back to the way he was, pulling her close again. 

“Don't you have drills today?” She asked as she attempted to free herself from his grasp. 

“Mmm. Yeah.” Simon mumbled, unbothered by his schedule for the day. “Not till 0600.” 

“You should start getting ready.” Ophelia mumbled, not really wanting to part ways either. 

“Shower with me.” Simon grumbled into her hair. His nose pressed against the top of her scalp. 

“I feel like that'll be less productive, Simon.” 

“Don't care. C’mon.” Simon rolled over to face the edge of the bed, pulling her with him. She was now on top of him, still absorbing all his warmth. 

He pulled them both up from the bed, he maneuvered their bodies so he was holding her bridal style. He pushed off the bed and made way for the small bathroom. Simon sat Ophelia on the closed toilet seat as he began prepping the shower. “I'm assuming you like the water hot?” 

Ophelia nodded her head as she sat there in silence, still not fully awake to process what was happening. An odd sensation took over her as she looked down. She could feel the aching soreness forming between her legs, reminding her what happened the night before. Her cheeks burned a bright pink without her consent. 

“What's wrong?” Simon asked as he finally pulled his attention away from the shower. He was only in boxers and she happened to be in his standard issued army green shirt. 

“Nothing.” She spoke barely above a whisper, embarrassment flooding her scenes. 

Simon knelt in front of her, his hand gently caressed her cheek while the other sat atop her tight. “We uh. We did…stuff…last night.” 

“Hm. Yeah. We did.” A smirk took place on Simon's lips as he stared up at her. “Could always do it again.” 

“N-no! You have drills with the recruits today!” Ophelia tried to hide her face from Simon but he held her hands on top of her thighs under his. 

He chuckled at her embarrassment, but paid no real mind to it before he slipped the shirt she wore from her body. He leaned back a little to admire his work and her body. She had bruises on her hips and upper thighs. She had light bite marks and hickeys peppering her collar bone. She shivered at the sudden coolness of the air around her. Her arms wrapped around her breasts, hiding from the man who sat in front of her. 

“Who do you think did all this?” He asked as he traced a finger over her bruised hip bone. “I've already seen you nude, Lia.” 

“Th-that's not the point.” She looked away from him, finding anything to look at in his rather plane bathroom, anything that wasn't him. 

“I meant what I said last night.” Simon broke the short silence. “About protecting you.” 

Ophelia couldn't help but look at him now, his eyes were soft, a look she was becoming accustomed to. “I know-” 

“No, I mean it. Listen, watching you get taken from my grasp. You were feet from me and they bested me, taking you away. It was at that moment I realized what you meant to me.” 

“Si…” 

“I haven't felt this way in a long time. Soap…Johnny was the last person to make me feel comfortable. He always knew the right joke to say.” Simon sighed as his eyes flickered to the floor before locking his gaze with hers again. “I'm not saying you're a replacement by the way.” Hurt flooded his eyes at the many, many thoughts racing through him at that moment. 

“Simon, I know. I know you don't mean it that way. If anything that's a huge compliment. He has big shoes to fill.” She leaned forward, his forehead being at the perfect height for her to rest hers against his. They both closed their eyes, taking in the moment before Simon remembered the shower. 

“C’mon. Wasting time.” Simon slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her, he set her gently down on her feet in the shower before removing his boxers and joining her. She gripped his forearms as her legs threatened to give out. 

“Sorry.” Simon spoke bluntly. He placed a hand on her lower back, pulling her close to him as the water cascaded down both their bodies. 

The two of them basked in the warmth of the shower for as long as they could be for cleaning up. Simone washed her for her but wouldn't let her wash him. He said he needed to move quickly so he finished up washing her slowly before turning to wash himself. 

She watched as he slid the bar of soap over his pectoral muscles, his abs, his thick arms, his tummy. He was beautiful to her, the scars that peppered his body were memorizing. It took every fiber in her being to not touch him as he lathered the soap. 

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[psychotic4ghost]

Task force be like:

[psychotic4ghost]

Sometimes I write spicy scenes and I HAAATTEEE them but then I walk away for a bit and come back and I'm like oh this shit is fire??? What a weird thought process for a writer. Anyway, Chapter 10 of Strength Together coming soon!!! (Now that I don't hate it anymore lmao)

[psychotic4ghost]

It's fanfiction it doesn't have to be perfect it doesn't have to be accurate this is a hobby you're doing this for fun it's okay if it isn't perfect and polished you're doing it for fun [talking to myself in the mirror]

[psychotic4ghost]

Ghost is not allowed to go undercover anymore. He never follows the script, picks the longest and most outrageous names, gives himself insane backstories. The fact he only got his cover blown twice is a wonder. He drove Laswell crazy one too many times with this. He's been benched and he's not happy about it.

[psychotic4ghost]

This is your friendly reminder

that nobody around hates you for not writing fast enough that next chapter. We all want it to bring both you and us joy, we don't want our favorite author to suffer.

[psychotic4ghost]

I'm rereading Blood Under The Bridge rn cause I was missing miss Mykie and this was written before MW3 and omg Johnny you sweet baby i miss you. Sometimes I wish I wrote Strength Together pre-MW3 but I'm still happy with my decisions...sort of...