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[spookypete-94]

Beastie: Chapter #3 GhostXFem!reader

Slow burn, following MW2 storyline, eventually branching into my own. Warning for canon COD violence and language.

Part two

Part one

word count 2,186

Once they had Hassan, the plan was to stop at the Las Vaqueros base and regroup to be able to speak with General Shepherd and Laswell to plan a meeting where everyone could speak with, to, and about Hassan.

The entire helicopter ride back to the base was quiet. Y/N had awkwardly moved past Ghost to get out the door of the truck in the back... Ghost seemingly to refuse to go first. He had a knack of making her blood run cold constantly, his owl eyes refusing to blink or move off of her. She stepped down off the truck running towards the helicopter, looking to put distance between him and her. Alejandro helped her in first, next taking Hassan in. She had grabbed his shoulder pushing him down into the seat of the helicopter and strapped him in. Hassan had grumbled a few things at her but she ignored them. Soap choosing to sit on one side of Hassan and Ghost on the other. She took this opportunity to move to the other side of the helicopter, using the bag on Hassan's head to block Ghost from looking at her, feeling a little more laxed from being watched.

Alejandro sat next to her.

"Sure you're ok?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah," she gruffly nodded.

"We have medical back at base that can check you out to be sure."

"I really think I'm alright." she said looking up at him.

Alejandro sighed in frustration, "At least go, get checked out and make sure. You hit that truck pretty hard."

Finally she let out a big huff, nodding at him. "Fine." she said.

The rest of the ride was quiet, no one choosing to say anything in front of a kidnapped terrorist. It seemed to take longer for them to get back to base. She either did not realize how far away they had travelled, or her nerves making her impatient to land. Her knee slightly bouncing up and down quietly, grateful as she could see the base approaching.

The med bay was not very large, it seemed to be the size of a exam room in a clinic. She sat on the make shift cot as one of the medics checked her over.

"Wrecked a truck huh?" he asked her, Spanish accent running thick into his English.

"Yes," she said feeling his hands poke and prod her face, she figured he was looking for broken bones. Thankfully none of them hurt as he did, only towards her nose that had bounced off the airbag. She spoke in Spanish trying to show respect since he was willing to check her over.

"Well nothings broken..." he ran a flashlight across her eyes, "don't think you have a concussion... Headache at all?"

"Slightly, just enough to be annoying." The medic slid her some ibuprofen and a glass of water.

"If you feel worse, come back quickly, but honestly think you're going to be fine."

She nodded, standing up from the bed. "Thanks," she said opening the door and walking out. In the hallway into the main area of the shop of the base she met Alejandro, who was on a phone handing it out to her.

"Laswell," he said handing it off to her heading to the other's that still had Hassan tied to a chair awaiting orders still.

Holding the phone up to her ear, she spoke out to Laswell.

"Still there?"

"You wrecked a truck??" Laswell asked, her tone rushed.

Y/N sighed, something she was getting really good at on this mission. "I did, kept them from abducting Hassan from us."

"I sent you over there to assist, not to get yourself hurt or worse, killed."

"I had it under control," Y/N picking up an annoyed tone, surprised Laswell was talking to her this way.

This was Laswell's turn to sigh this time. "You've always been so stubborn."

The conversation seemed to of lighten a little making Y/N chuckle, "You're the one who hand picked me, you knew what you were getting into. What's the plan here?"

"Alejandro has a location in the desert, just waiting for Shepherd to be able to talk, sounds like you'll be heading out there shortly."

"Alright then, see you on the computer?"

"Yes, no more accidents."

"Yes Ma'am," she said flatly hanging up the phone walking back to Alejandro to return it to him.

"You good then?" He had asked her as she handed him the device.

"Solid." she said nodding smiling at him.

" 'Ey Lass, took that pretty well?" Soap asked walking away from Hassan, leaving Ghost to stand over with the other Vaqueros.

"Head like an anvil," she said said, earning chuckles from both men.

"Let's get headed out," Alejandro said, making everyone scatter. Some sticking with Hassan, others getting into vehicles.

"No driving for you," Ghost said stepping in front of her blocking her from the square body Chevy. "Get in the passenger seat," he said jerking his head towards the other side.

"I wreck a truck one time, and no one will let me drive?"

"Could have a head injury still," he said flatly, "stop arguing and get in, or stay here."

Wow, she thought her eyebrows raised, his attitude pissing her off. She turned to look at other vehicles seeing they were all occupied, leaving her to sigh and sulk to the other side of the truck, getting in with him.

The ride was quiet as they drove further into the desert, their convoy only a few trucks, but still intimidating enough if the man power was needed. Finally, they arrived, parking the trucks in a half circle to have enough light. Y/N grabbed a tote out of the back of the truck, the one with her laptop to be able to video in Shepherd and Laswell. She set the laptop on the tote not too far off of where Hassan would be sitting.

"There," she said sliding it to Graves ,"should be set up now." The live feed starting to activate showing her Laswell and Shepherd. Y/N stepped aside, over towards the truck she arrived in to stay out of the way. Alejandro and Soap brought Hassan out of the truck, forcing him into the sand, and removing the sack from his head.

"Ya'll got a clear picture?" Graves asked out to the other two.

"Crystal," Shepherd said.

"All set," Laswell answered right after.

"Do you speak Arabic?" Hassan asked

"No," Graves said instantly

"Farsi?"

Graves looked around like he had to think about if he did, "No." he then said quickly.

"Of course not... Then I'll speak your bastardized medieval English because you are uneducated street dogs."

Y/N couldn't help it and rolled her eyes.

"You brought a woman here?" Hassan asked noticing her. This made Y/N look at him harder, she wanted to spring forward and say something to bite back.

But before she or anyone else could say anything, Ghost's large figure walked over and blocked Hassan from looking at her, his arms crossing, and puffing his chest out... but more importantly it was Ghost's quiet way of intimidation, begging Hassan to say something else about Y/N.

Y/N burned her eyes into the back of his head, this gesture leaving her awestruck. Maybe he wasn't as rough as she thought he was? She watched has his hand leaned against the truck to better balance himself in the soft sand. She finally looked at his arms, realizing he was tattooed, his muscles strong (she already knew that but... seeing it up close is different right?) veins spidering their way around, showing her that he had been doing this line of work for a long time.

Y/N had a hard time hearing the conversation now since the wall of a man stood in front of her for her protection, but she could make out enough. "I don't care who he got the missiles from, I want to know where they are going!" she could hear Shepherd demand. This made her brows furrow, How could he not care to know where he got them from? the voice asked in her mind. Coyotes began to cackle, almost like they were there to show Hassan they were there to take him next.

And just like the random howls of the coyotes seemed, Hassan began yelling in his native language.

"I either want this bastard in permanent custody or looking up at the God damn grass!!" she heard Shepherd yell. Laswell could be heard explaining to Shepherd about how killing or keeping Hassan is an act of war and he needed to be let go.

Graves then picked up the laptop bringing it next to the truck that Y/N and Ghost were standing next to.

"Actual, let me finish this," his tone pleading.

"There is nothing I would like more, but Laswell is right. Without proof we need to turn him loose and see where he leads us."

Y/N blinked hard, looking down at her feet, then looking back up at Ghost who had turned around to look at her, clearly feeling the same way about this. Soap who was also upset about this approached the laptop quickly. All the work and men who died today, would be at the cost of nothing.

"He's right here, you can't be serious." Soap growled.

"I'm afraid I am, son." Y/N internally rolled her eyes into the back of her head, finding the use of the word of son to Soap over kill, like he was condesending Soap for feeling angry about letting Hassan go.

Ghost grabbed ahold of Hassan's phone off the truck. "Did we get anything from his phone?"

Laswell was then looking through the phone dump she had. "Affirmative, we got a hit."

"Now, take him back and let him go." Ghost nodded to Alejandro who recovered a smirking Hassan. Alejandro picked him up roughly walking him in Ghost's direction, Ghost slipping the phone back in his pocket. She felt the breeze of Hassan walking by her as Alejandro shoved him into the truck force near harsh. Soap got into the other side, Hassan in the middle while Alejandro sat on the other. Graves got into the drivers side, prepared to take them to God knows where.

Y/N gathered up her laptop heading towards the tote.

"You can go with them," she said looking up at Ghost.

"I'll stay with you," he said waving them on, watching the group drive off.

"You didn't have to," she said on one knee looking up at him gathering her cord and laptop to put back into the tote.

"And leave you to the coyotes? Nah," he said. His tone sounded a little softer to her then it had all day. She had a small smile on her face. She picked up the tote, but Ghost took it from her sliding into the back of the truck. "Thanks," she said feeling idle since he took her work from her.

They both got in the truck, doors slamming. He started the truck and headed back towards base. It was a few minutes before anything was said, making her think the drive back was going to be total silence.

"Was still a stupid fuckin' move," he said eyes still on the rough trail in front of them.

She looked over at him shocked he was still talking to her, but even more at the change of conversation. "Would you of done something differently then?" her tone taking on a higher pitch, but still firm. Her next statement lower, sounding like a warning, "You got something you want to say, say it."

"Shouldn't of been you," he finally said after a few quiet seconds, even though it felt like minutes to Y/N.

"Excuse me?"

"Shouldn't of been you, should of been me or Soap." He said looking over at her finally. Her breath hitched, but she refused to let him think anything otherwise right now.

She tried to understand how to take this, finally offense setting into her. "I'm not some little bird."

Simon diverted his eyes back to the road.

"You don't get to call it a stupid fucking move if you, or Soap would of done the same thing." Her tone still matching her last statement looking at him appalled.

"Yer' right... Sorry, it wasn't stupid, just it shouldn't have been you."

This statement confused her more.

"Why?"

"Just... just leave it, sorry I said it was stupid," his voice growing rougher, starting to be annoyed with her. She huffed, wanting to say more, but still not wanting to agitate the large man further.

The rest of the ride back to base intensely quiet, her head burning with further questions. As soon as the vehicle slowed down, she had the door open and was out of the vehicle before Ghost even had it in park. Door slamming behind her as she headed inside towards the base, leaving Ghost behind. Her plan was to head to the cot in the little room Alejandro had gave her to catch some sleep from the never ending shit show that was the day she just had.

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[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife

You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap

“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for

The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him

That one smile and he was done for

“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost’s attention still fixated on you.

“Think that was my wife.”

“Yer what?!”

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife

Well, everyone apart from you apparently

He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves

Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case

Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course

By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway

“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”

By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and himself into you

You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ‘Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing

“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand

“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book

“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips

“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch

“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him

Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses

“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind

“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white

“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”

Series masterlist

[skyrigel]

me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley with a user who basically kidnaps herself. CW : Masturbation, mentions of oral

It started with the little things. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise more frequently. You heard heavy breathing and a slick sound at night coming from your slightly open window. A blank account following your public instagram account.

You then started seeing him. A tall burly man that seemed to always appear In the corner of your eye. You never saw his face because of the balaclava he wore. And that frustrated you.

Hell, if a guy is going to stalk you, the least he can do is not hide his face.

Eventually, you got sick of it. You let the brute of a man follow you home as usual. Let him watch you 'sleep' through your window while he fisted his cock. And then when he went home, you followed him.

You honestly thought he'd catch you. Feel you watching him. Following him home. But it seemed that his post orgasmic haze rendered him vulnerable.

You followed the man to a nice looking home. Not huge or anything, but It was cozy.

You then watched through a window as he drank a glass of whiskey, before walking through the home to his bedroom.

You quickly rushed to the bedroom window, glad the blinds weren't fully shut.

The man then sat down on his bed, pulling something from his bedside drawer-hey wait, are those your fucking panties you lost? Sneaky bastard. Those are your favourite.

And now he's fisting his cock again. Only this time, he's taken off that stupid balaclava to sniff them and-oh.

Oh.

Fuck, he's hot.

Those scars, the dirty blonde hair, the slightly crooked nose from being broken so many times, Jesus H Christ.

Yeah. To say you were thinking of this mans face between your thighs was an understatement. He might genuinely be one of the hottest men you've ever seen.

You quickly went home, going to the blank account that had followed you, and with a few clicks, you found the guys private instagram. Simon Riley. He's not the only person who's good at stalking.

You then found out that he was in the military. A Lieutenant. Seemed to be really private. No matter though, you already knew where he lived.

The following day, you took the day off work, and broke into Simon's home. Moving almost all of your stuff in. He wouldn't mind.

Then, when Simon walked into his house he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you, sipping from one of his mugs, on his couch.

The woman he'd been stalking for nearly a year.

"I-what-what are you doing here?" He muttered, eyes wide as he took off his balaclava.

"You should have shown me your face earlier. I would have moved in ages ago" you shrugged.

"Moved in?" Simon almost squeaked.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

before you all panic, yes. There will be a part two :p

Edit! ~ there's a part 2 you thirsty animals ⟢ right here! ❤︎

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[devil-in-hiding]

something something reader is a bartender at a popular little pub, and night after night you are hit on by men so plastered you often have to sigh and call over one of the guys you work with the idiots end up vomiting all over themselves (sometimes it’s worse than vomit but thankfully you can count those incidents on one hand)

you think by slipping on your grandmothers old wedding ring, it will sway men from hitting on you at work. And it does, there’s still some that try to test their luck, but the minute you flash that pearl on your finger they’re scurrying off to find their next target.

Cue four new regulars, four attractive military men that always flash you a polite smile and leave you a nice tip. Price comes in more than the others, claiming the stool near your register for himself, Ghost doing the same the rare nights he slinks into the pub. Soap and Gaz come in together some weekends, sitting themselves in front of you with big grins on their faces as they watch the game on the tv overhead.

They’re all sweet, a little cocky at times but nothing that one of their grins or sly remarks can’t make up for. They ask how their favorite girl is doing when they return from longer missions, genuinely listening as you fill them in on the things that have happened since they’ve been away.

Perfect gentlemen.

Until one night you forget your ring, having had to rush your shower and sprint out the door to make it to the pub before the nightly rush.

You filling glasses when you hear the chime of the bell and a familiar laugh fill the pub.

“Was wondering if I’d see you boys tonight.” You smile, motioning for them to give you a moment as you serve the other patrons.

When you slide back over to them, you immediately reach for their usual glasses, grabbing your cloth to wipe them off, when a hand clamps around your wrist and you jump, nearly dropping the glass as Ghost turns your hand over in his.

“Trouble at home pretty?” Price comments, concern etched on his face and it takes a moment for you to catch on, and you can’t help the little giggle that spills out.

“Oh! My ring… It’s kind of a funny story. I uhm.. I’m not actually married.” You laugh, expecting them to laugh along with you, but all you feel are four pairs of eyes piercing into you.

“Come again?” Gaz asks, voice a tad deeper than usual and you ignore the chills it sends down your spine.

“I started wearing it so some of the drunkards would leave me be, kind of forgot about it, just became habit.” You chuckle nervously, hand still in Ghost’s grasp and he’s eyeing you in a way you’ve never seen before.

“Hm. Interesting.”

[soapcloth]

neighbour!Ghost x reader

Consistently tossing a polite little ‘good morning’ to your scary neighbour when you cross paths on your way out of the house, and every single time you’re rewarded with no more than a noncommittal grunt passing his notched lips or a level stare and a flick of his cigarette, something making it clear he’s not all too pleased with the social interaction.

One day, you decide you’re pestering him too much and just stop. 

Walking past him with your head low, he has the audacity to whistle at you like he's calling for a pet- and it works. 

He looks inconvenienced, his gaze accusing you of something along the lines of ‘-how dare you disturb the morning routine you've gotten me accustomed to.’ and indeed you did, making him feel surprisingly unsettled- another one of the tethering anchor points he relies on snapping and flying away within seconds, regardless of how inconsequential a gesture it had seemed to you. 

“You forgetting something?” he grumbled in a tone that would surely leave someone else wondering if you owe the dubious-looking man with a balaclava hitched up over his nose an unresolved debt.

you don't skip the greeting next time.

[scoobywrites690]

Ghost wanting you to sit on his face.

Simon pulling you off his dick mid bouncing, his hands gripping the fat of your hips as he try’s to drag you up towards his face.

“Up, mama” he mutters as his grip tightened trying to get you to just sit on his face. He just wants to feel your soft supple thighs on either side of his head, and your sweet cunt on his mouth. He wants to be surrounded by you. To be engulfed by you and your delicious pussy.

Trying to refuse what he’s asking of you only gets him to beg more, mutter sweet words to you as he continues to pull you up towards his face, just aching for it.

This is something that the two of you haven’t done together yet, but it’s been the only thing that Simon can think of. Your hips rocking back and forth your slick coating his face as he has his tongue buried deep inside you. Making you squirm around on top of him, trying to lift up and away from his teasing tongue. Only making him wrap his arms around your thighs to hold you in place, his strong arms holding you steady with ease whilst he continues his assault on your poor little pussy.

Sometimes he’ll land a light slap to your ass as a warning if you still continue to squirm after he’s contained you with his arms, mumbling something about behaving as he’s sucking your clit into his mouth.

Simon takes great pride in pleasing his woman, it’s probably his biggest turn on to be honest. Seeing you all sweaty with your flushed face and your legs shaking as you try to recover from the 3 orgasm that Simon gave you all in a row.

[geneviveleocardius]

simon riley’s guide to things that turn him on

• if you’re wearing your glasses—the ones you say don’t look good on you but he adores—you’re getting fucked

• if you got a tan, your new skin tone? god, you’re getting fucked

• if you’re exhausted and all sweaty, you’re getting fucked

• those times he hides your underwear after a night together, and when you wake up the only option is to wear his boxers—you’re getting fucked

• you and johnny together, i don’t think i need to explain

• when you’re working out, you’re getting fucked

• when you kiss his mask

• watching you do your precious skincare routine, only for him to make a mess of you right after

• the way you body changed during pregnancy

• the size difference between you, among other things

[damnibreathealot]

first post! (kinda shit!!)

big dick simon 'ghost' riley who fucks you stupid by accident!

✎ cw: stomach bulge. no use of condom. mentions of female genitals but no gender!

simon doesn't actually mean to fuck you dumb. it's just that his cock is too big – way too big. he knows his cock size is above average and it's one of the reasons why woman avoided him in the past and rejected him. also because of his ridiculous, frightening aura...

he doesn't even know how he managed to get so lucky with you. the way you take his cock so well, letting him slip it in. inch by inch. he rubs your clit to ease you up, to help you accommodate to his size a lot better and when he gets your sign to let him continue.

he drags his hips back and forth. his tip kissing your cervix with ease slow thrust. he makes sure to be gentle with you, he knows how big he is, and he knows that you can't take it quick at first.

he peppers you with kisses while drawing 8's against your puffy clit. he pays close attention to your expression, noticing your already fucked out face. tears building up in your eyes, eyebrows furrowed, mouth wide open, letting out plenty of moans.

he chuckles, "barley did anything to you and you're already out of your mind."

he moves his hips a bit faster, feeling the familiar clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock. he groans as his cock forming a bulge in your stomach. he grabs your hand and makes you feel it. he does this every time, and it never fails to heighten your arousal. he rubs your clit faster along with moving his hips faster until you both crash from your high.

[dante-mightdie]

so let me share something with you guys for a second

(nsfw)

ghost is hot, right? we all know that. picture him always having someone sneaking out his room during unsocial able hours, shushes and clattering of buckles hitting the floor as his latest hookup creeps back down the halls to the cold barracks

and you, the awkward recruit with a fat crush on your lieutenant who envys every person who shamelessly shoots their shot with him and succeeds. letting him make a mess out of them for one night only

and it is always one night only

no same person has ever left his room twice, nothing more than a cheap hookup to him. you know you wouldn’t be any different, shown the door before you can even get your cargos zipped back up but if it meant at least one night with simon riley, you really didn’t care

but when it’s finally your turn? when you finally drink up enough courage to speak to the brooding man in the corner nursing his own drink in the corner of the bar, it turns out he didn’t even know your name

but that’s okay, it’s not like he was gonna be your future husband anyway so you power through. pull out all the charisma you have stored away for moments like this and you soon find yourself back in his room, making a complete fool of yourself

struggling to unbuckle his belt, biting down too hard on his lip during the, quite frankly, terrible make-out session that led up to your current situation, responding to his dirty talk with blinded stutters

and when he finally pulls out his cock? you’re too nervous to relax, and it doesn’t fit. before he can give you some half-assed ‘s’alright, love. another time, yeah?’, you’re shoving him off and rushing out his room before you can even get yourself fully-dressed

for weeks, you avoid him. at least, that’s what he calls it. you didn’t consider it avoidance under the assumption that he had no intentions of pursuing you again

simon was under the same assumption, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you. every hook-up leading up to you was a performance, an act he completed as some odd way of reminding himself that he was still, in fact, human

your heated cheeks and scrunched nose every time you fumbled was strangely refreshing to simon, a friendly reminder that not everything needed to be so serious, so professional. maybe the humanising act could be an experience instead, he thinks as he reaches for his phone

that night had been keeping you up for weeks, replaying every stupid way you messed up the thing you had been thinking about since you laid eyes on simon

and then your phone pings. from an unknown number.

‘price is off base. come to my room and I’ll make it fit this time.’

[canyonmooncreations]

Sitting with your back to Simon’s chest as you watch a movie. He’s always handsy so you pay him no mind. Until both of his hands find his way to your tits. Just squeezing, pulling, and twisting. His full attention to the movie until he’s pulled away by your squirms and moaning.

“Si…”

“Shh baby, trying to watch.”

It becomes too much and you remove his hands so you can watch the movie too. Until one of his hands finds it way under the waistband of your shorts. He’s just absentmindedly playing with your clit. Rubbing smooth circles…

You’re getting so horny. You just can’t take it and you snap.

“Stop! If you’re not going to do anything, just stop!”

His attention is now all on you with a shocked look on his face. He moves too quick for you to protest as one hand removes your shorts all together and then both hands rest on the inside of your thighs holding you wide open.

“Mmm. You can be frustrated. But is yelling how we communicate?”

You shake your head and yelp as a sharp smack lands right on your already soaked pussy.

“Is that how we communicate?”

“No…”

You voice comes out so weak compared to your previous outburst.

“I’m trying to watch a movie, lovie. So you’re going to sit here while I watch my movie. And anytime you disrupt me with a sound or squirming, you know what to expect.”

You simply nod and squeeze his arm tight with one hand. Eveything is going great… until one hand finds your tits and the other finds your clit. He’s just touching you so softly, giving you no pleasure. You let out a small frustrated sigh and are quickly met with another slap to your pussy.

“Shhh…”

It’s almost humiliating how casual this is for him while you’re absolutely soaked and frustrated beyond measure. How he can still be engrossed in the movie and you can focus on anything but his touch.

This continues for what feels like hours. His absentminded touch, your disgruntled displeasure, his harsh spank to your already swollen clit… the cycle repeats… the whole movie…

The parasites in my brain and gnawing at this enclosure with this

[ghostsanctity]

Simon had always known he was possessive, but this… this was something new. It all started during a rambling, half-drunk conversation with Soap, the kind they’d both forget by morning—except for one comment that had lodged itself in Simon’s mind like a splinter.

“Lass can’t forget you if she’s knocked up with your baby,” Soap had muttered with a lopsided grin, slurring just enough to make Simon dismiss it at first.

At first.

Simon knew you’d never forget him, no matter how long he was deployed. He trusted you, loved you in ways he couldn’t always put into words. But once the thought was planted, he couldn’t forget it. Maybe deep down it was the fear you’d leave or just the desire to know that you were fully his, round with his child, but whatever it was, when he got notified of an upcoming assignment, he knew he was gonna damn well try.

Which is how you ended up here now, pressed into the mattress beneath him, his broad chest blanketing your back as his lips dragged heatedly along your neck. He reaches around, pulling your body up enough for you to stabilise yourself as he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as he continues to rut against you.

He's been at it for hours, fucking you with a relentless intensity, determined to fill you with every drop of his cum before he leaves. You’ve lost count at this point, never knowing he could go for so many repeated rounds but you certainly know it now as you feel his cum run down your thighs, the squelching noise every time he fucks back into you, a combination of your arousal and how many loads he’s given you so far tonight.

"Fuuck-" he groans, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna make sure you're round with my baby by the time I get back."

He pulls out, his cock sliding from your well-fucked hole 

He stares down at your pussy, mesmerised by the sight of it dripping with his cum. He leans down, his face mere inches from it as his heated breath ghosts your folds. He watches, transfixed, as another thick spurt of his previous load oozes out of you.

"Fucking hell," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at that. Look at what you do to me."

He reaches out, his fingers gently parting your swollen lips to get a better look. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before scooping up some of the cum that's leaking out and guiding it back in with his middle and ring finger.

He pushes his fingers deeper, scissoring them to work his own cum back inside you. He wants to make sure every last drop takes.

"Gonna plug you up-" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Keep you nice and full of me.”

He withdraws them, glistening with the thick, pearly fluid before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips.

"Go on-" he purrs as he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. You can taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the musky scent of your arousal. It's a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, only to bring them back down to your pussy. He circles your clit with them, the slickness of his cum providing the perfect lubrication before he gestures for you to roll onto your back.

He straightens back up as he slides the head of his aching cock through your folds, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that do nothing to satisfy the ache inside you.

"Y’not going anywhere," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Not after this- fuck -you’re not leaving me…You can’t–”

You could hear the subtle desperation in his words, a fear that you'd abandon him. He needed to know that you would be here, waiting for him, even when he was deployed.

He kisses desperately, trying to put every fiber of his being into this kiss, hoping to portray even a fraction of the strong love he felt for you. His hips start to move again, his cock sliding into you with a groan. He sets a slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and purposeful as he works himself in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you," he grunts, the words torn from him. "Love you so fucking much…You're my everything, I swear I’ll never let you down-"

He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, fingers digging into your flesh as he impales you on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. Always so ready for my cock, god you’re perfect-."

He adjusts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed as your nails rake down his back and you moan wantonly.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice husky with desire. "Gonna' fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes before I leave-

His hips piston faster, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit- fuck-”

He buries himself to the hilt, incoherent mutterings rolling off his tongue as his cock pulses, filling you with another thick load. He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as you feel it, hot and heavy, painting your insides white. He collapses on top of you, all his weight heavy upon you, though you don't mind at all, arms wrapping tightly about him.

He stays buried inside of you, his now softening cock still buried deep within you. He rests his forehead against yours as his breath comes in short pants, trying to catch his breath.

"I meant what I said, you know…gonna' make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he lifts some of his weight off of you. "Want you to have my baby- And when I come back, I'm gonna marry you because I’m completely yours and I want you to be fully mine, officially."

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[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who never gets mad at his wife. No matter how angry he is. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon was practically fuming. First he'd been ordered by Price to train a group of new recruits, then, the young recruits decided to be a colossal pain in the ass, and to top it off, he'd missed his lunch break where he would normally have some respite by calling you.

So now, he was shouting at the recruits. More than usual. The recruits all looked dead on their feet. But Simon didn't care, they decided to be annoying little pricks. They needed discipline or they'd never make it in the military.

"For fucks sake, you mongrel! Run ten laps!" Simon roared at a recruit, the others looking nervous. Not wanting to be the next one to face Simon.

"Uh, sir?" One of the recruits squeak.

"What?!" Simon roared, the recruit pointing behind Simon.

Simon turned with a low growl, clearly not in the mood for anymore antics, only for him to look down and see you. His wife, in a pretty little sundress and holding a Tupperware container full of something. It didn't matter what was inside, his stomach was growling at the thought of your cooking.

"Swee'heart" Simon sighed in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing and his arms wrapping around your waist. He relished in the squeak that came from you as he lifted you up and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"You alright, big guy?" you giggle. Simon grumbling in agreement. Making you laugh again.

Simon set you down, barking at the recruits to find Price and that he'll be taking over the training, before walking behind you with his hands on your waist to guide you to his office.

"Si, if you're busy I can go" you offer, and Simon can barely handle how fucking sweet you are to him.

Simon shook his head, taking off his balaclava and sitting in his office chair. Pulling you to sit on his lap.

"Made you some cottage pie" you grin, opening the container in your hands and handing it to Simon. God it was still warm. "I thought you were gonna yell at me with how mad you were at the recruits"

"Would never yell at you, princess" Simon said, rubbing your hips as you fed him a forkful of the cottage pie. He groaned at the taste, making you giggle.

"good?"

"so fucking good, lovie. Needed your cooking after how shit today has been" Simon smiled, bringing your left hand to his lips and kissing your wedding ring gently.

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btw guys I pulled white lily cookie and dark cacao cookie while writing this :p

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours: