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Going to a bar with Simon "if you dare say anything about my girl ill fucking kill you" Riley is always a fun experience.
He has his arm wrapped around you almost the entire time until you told him your going to get some more drinks add he lets you go. As your waiting for your drinks a guy walks up to you "hey gorgeous" he smiled "what a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" he asked
You try to make as much distance as possible between you and the guy. "im not alone" you say
"Are you sure" he says filling the gap between you two "im really good company" he say getting to close for comfort
You turn your head around to look for Simon not seeing him anywhere makes you nervous. Until you feel his familiar arm around you waist "she said she isn't alone" he said to the guy. Simon nearly doubled him height "get lost" Simon spat
The man quickly ran away from you and him leaving the bar. "Are you ok" Simon asks you
"Im fine" you replied to him
He wraps his arms around you pulling you into a tight hug "im so sorry" he says "I shouldn't have left you" he said kissing the top of your head
"its not your fault si" you say reassuring him
"You wanna leave now" he asks you
"Yeah" you answer "thank you si"
#i hate this so much#soft dom simon#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley fluff#cod#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley fanfic#simon riley fluff
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Pt 3 of possessive Simon
He does have a possessive streak yes but he also knows you can handle yourself.
And this man has sported a hard on more than once after watching you chew out some asshole who doesn't get the message.
Absolutely loses it when you look the person dead in the eyes and point over to Simon very loudly proclaiming that Simon is yours and the the asshole can very promptly fuck off.
You're not even done ripping them a new one. When Simon is dragging you out of the pub and and driving the two of you home at record speed.
He has you naked on the bed even faster.
"Fuck love say it again tell me who you belong too"
"You Si I'm yours"
He has to physically stop himself from coming right there.
He absolutely devours you. He loves making you come undone underneath him so that he can take in all the noises you make for him.
Adores watching your face twist in pleasure knowing that he's the only person who gets to see you lost in ecstasy.
After he has made come multiple times that night. He always cleans you up and brings you water.
You instinctively curl up next to him whining until he smothers you in kisses.
You're fast asleep within minutes after he calms you down from the intense session you just had. You clinging to him and he can't help the satisfied smile on his face.
You know your his and with the dark marks littering your neck and chest everyone else will know too.
That morning he wakes up to a warm cup of tea and you in nothing else but his oversized shirt. The bruises from the previous nights activities peeking out from the shirts collar.
He can't help but get hard again after seeing you look so fucking gorgeous.
You can barely make out any of the brown in his eyes. Pupils completely blown at simply looking at you. This man will be the death of you
"How about I see how loud I can make you scream my name this time love"?
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STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up
#Joel miller and arthur morgan to me <3#sub call of duty#male yandere#sub cod#cnc overstim#soft sex#praise k!nk#overstim kink#sub men#sub price#sub character#arthur morgan x reader#joel miller x reader#dom gn reader#dom reader#dom!reader#cnc sub#koing x reader#sub koing#sub ghost#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#arthur morgan#joel miller#top reader#top!reader
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Oughhhhhg I’m like deep in a vvv soft subspace rn I need Ghost to be a soft gentle Dom and take care of me and snuggle me after and and and
mhhhm. soft dom ghost is an absolute angel to be with. the sessions with him are good - the soft ropes he ties you up with, the love bites all over your body - but the aftercare? God. kissing the reddened skin where your ties were, wiping the sweat and tears of pleasure away, hugging you to his chest and kissing your head while whispering praises and words of reassurance to you. wrapping you in a blanket, giving you water to make sure you're not dehydrated, snuggling in bed with you until you fall asleep.
#gothghostiie#ask ghostiie#cod mw#cod mw2#cod mwii#call of duty#cod#cod mw3#cod mwiii#ghost#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost cod#cod ghost#soft dom!ghost
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nikolai hunting ghost down whenever they're on the same base and plucking him from whatever duties he has to whisk him away somewhere private. he has no authority, nothing more than his reputation as a rogue pilot with a few screws loose, but the way he fearlessly manhandles the ghost has people ducking out of his way anyway
behind a locked door, he offers ghost the choice of either curling up at his feet or sitting pliant in his lap, his full weight against him with his head lax on his shoulder; warm, comfortable, boneless
he then tucks his mask up above his lips and plies him with fruit and sweets; things he'd never buy for himself, indulgences he’d never entertain, wasted on a hollow shell like him
but nikolai? oh, he knows how much he deserves them; these precious moments of peace where the only thing ghost exists for is the next delicious bite
he feeds them to him one by one; thumbing strawberry juice and powdered sugar from his lips, humming in pure pleasure as he sucks it away, and smiles at ghost’s involuntary shivers when he feeds him his favourites. ghost doesn't even know what most of the sweets even are; what they’re made of or even what country nikolai buys them from. he just knows he loves them; loves the chase of nikolai’s fingers on his tongue after each one even more
nikolai always brings plenty for him, always draws it out, wanting these rare breaths of contentment to last for ghost’s sake as much as his own; offering plump bites of tart, homemade treats, letting rich chocolate melt between his fingers so it's soft in his mouth and watches his eyes flutter shut as he savours it
decadence incarnate; slow taught and hard won
ghost licks the dregs from his fingers and suckles them long after they're clean; the thought of an empty mouth so wrong to his sweet-clouded mind. nikolai coos in russian down at him, brushing his fingers through his hair as he holds him close, but he's too far away to take in any of it; the only thing holding him in the present the sugared fingers held gently in his mouth
after all, nikolai's always been his favourite sweet
#been thinking about nikolai hand feeding ghost to cope#do i hate turkish delight? yes#however i do think its something ghost would enjoy#i just imagine nikolai making a layover in between ferrying soldiers to pick up a bag of it from some 150 yr old store#that still makes it the same way they first did traditionally#and bringing it back just to hand feed it to ghost#i think hed like strong flavours#he gives me licorice vibes#what do we think of nikghost over here is it a vibe#bc im very not normal about them on twt#also niksoap#i just need nikolai to soft dom the entire 141 and force them into looking after themselves#its what they deserve#mr ‘we broke into a country and have limited supplies and options but still made sure to get price his favourite gun and bullets’ nikolai#i also have a tiddy sucking thread i can bring over if this hits#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#nikghost#nikolaighost#nikolai/ghost#nikolai x ghost#cod nikolai#nikolai cod#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#rarepair
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Jaws
Alone and half feral in a dirty cell, Ghost finds you during a raid beneath a foreign military research lab. It quickly becomes clear that something isn't right with you, your behavior more beast than human.
A result of horrific human experiments, you're a failed attempt at making genetically modified soldiers with killer instincts and keen senses. Instead they produced you - a mutt.
Ghost is assigned to be your handler, to help you heal and shape you in to the 141's very own attack dog. But the bond between a handler and their beast eventually turns into something more...
*Reader has human anatomy*
18+, MDNI
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#fanfic#jaws#alkalineapparition#eventual smut#romance#angst and hurt/comfort#protective simon riley#soft dom simon riley#medical experiments#slow burn#mute reader#sign language#mask kink#uniform kink#reader insert#no y/n#amnesia#torture aftermath#masked men#masked reader#afab reader#ao3#mutual pining#touch starved#ghost cod#sleep token
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P!LINK COD MWII MASTERLIST (🌽)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. STRICTLY 18+. ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.
BEWARE: DARKER THEMES BELOW.
PHOTO CREDIT: GLUTT_R ON 🐦/X
KÖNIG
somnophilia with pervert!könig
taking kidnapper!könig for the first time
size difference with petite!reader and könig
“just the tip, könig.” with loser!könig
loser!könig who loses control (breeding kink)
being groped by kidnapper!könig (hole inspection)
forced breeding with pervert!könig
hope inspection with older boyfriend!könig
virginity loss with könig (virgin!reader)
letting virgin!könig use your body (virginity loss)
raped and recorded by könig
entertainment for kidnapper!könig (non-con)
raped in public by rapist!könig
incel!könig making porn for his online girlfriend
SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY
punishments with brat!reader and simon riley (brat taming)
relaxing simon riley with your pussy
‘obedience’ with simon riley
stepbrother!simon riley and his best friends
humping your stepfather's bulge
car sex with stepbro!simon riley
rough dom!simon riley and his fuck doll
being manhandled by your stepbrother
raped by kidnapper!simon
being filled by simon riley (breeding kink)
hole inspection with simon riley
cock worship with older boyfriend!simon
rough dom!simon x brat!reader (brat taming)
punishments with stepfather!simon
having your attitude fixed by your lieutenant
semi-clothed sex with pervert!simon
raped for intel by lieutenant!simon
JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH
pervert!soap x milf!reader (morning sex)
“just the tip, i promise.” with stepbro!soap
your needy stepbro attempting to distract you
rough dom!stepbro!soap punishing you
playful!stepbro!soap and his virgin stepsister virginity loss
stepbro!soap eating you out
cuddling fucking with stepbro!soap
drunken sex with loser!soap
“fuck, don’t stop, bonnie...” handjobs with soap
being fingered by stepbro!soap
mutual masturbation with soap
stepson!soap with stepmom!reader
KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK
shower sex with pervert!gaz
the type of videos gym bro!gaz sends you
riding gaz in your new lingerie
the result of getting high with stepbro!gaz
having your insides rearranged by gaz
riding gaz for the first time
“don’t pull out!” with pervert!gaz
sucking off gaz for the first time (inexperienced!reader)
letting virgin!gaz play with your cunt while you're high
treating soft!gaz to a handjob after his deployment
virgin!reader fucking themselves back on gaz
CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE
being eaten out by john price (1)
being eaten out by john price (2)
morning sex with older boyfriend!price
spit play with older boyfriend!price
morning sex with sugar daddy!price
being eaten out by sugar daddy!price
manhandled by price
making out with price
stepdad!price and his slutty, daft stepdaughter
#john soap mactavish#soap mw2#call of duty soap#soap mactavish#cod soap#gaz mw2#gaz modern warfare#gaz call of duty#gaz cod#captain price#john price#captain john price#john price cod#captain john price smut#cod ghost#call of duty ghost#ghost simon riley#cod simon riley#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley fanfiction#konig call of duty#konig#konig cod#könig call of duty#könig fanfiction#könig#könig cod#tw: dark content#orla speaks#cod x reader smut
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Hi there I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of fem brat reader saying something out of pocket and ghost having to put them in there place please 🩵🩷
Hi there love, so sorry this is late! I hope this is okay! I've always imagined Simon as a calm-speaking dom; doesn't lose his shit, but it's bubbling beneath the surface...
ღ — 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓
"Fuck off, stop teasing me!"
Ghost's palm stops its trail down your abdomen, rooted above your pubic bone and just out of reach from your throbbing clit. His amber eyes gaze at you intently, intensely, as his eyebrow quirks in a silent challenge.
"Say it again. Greedy cunt's got you sayin' shit you shouldn't." Ghost's gravelly voice dips even lower, the rumble of his baritone vibrating in your abdomen and making you whimper out a sorry, your hips arching up in an attempt to seek his touch.
"You ain't sorry," he points out, almost clinically as his palm moves out of reach of your cunt, fingertips tracing your sternum between your tits and eventually resting across your throat. His honeyed eyes glint in the low lighting of the bedroom as he slowly applies pressure you your throat, "You're just greedy. That's your pussy talking, innit?"
It's fruitless. You attempt to shake your head 'no', but Ghost's grip on your throat makes it impossible. Gasping weakly, you note the way your arousal arcs and flares the more he deprives you. You're teetering on the edge of almost certainly a forbidden orgasm when he intensifies his sniper-esque gaze once more.
"Go on, love. Say it again. I dare you."
ᰔᩚ 18+ — minors dni — thank you! ᰔᩚ
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Im sick of fan fics where Simon us a hard Dom I think he would not want to bring back the violence he deals with at work back home to you.
#Soft dom simon#bc i said so#simon ghost riley#simon riley imagine#simon riley x reader#ghost#js saying
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Cult. [M]
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Raw Dogging, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Implied Unwanted Pregnancy, Power Imbalance, Big Dick! Ghost, Soft Dom! Ghost, Cult Leader! Ghost, Submissive (and Breedable)! Reader, Implied Abortion Attempt, Fem Reader, Profanity.
He’s filthy in the way he treats you, like a common whore, spreading you out over his desk – once-varnished mahogany, now bleached with weeks’ worth of spend, of tears, rubbed raw in places, the phantoms of many a night relentless under your leader – and bearing your body like it’s his god-given duty.
In essence, it is. Albeit, a god he created – fabricated – to lead lambs into a wolf’s den. And with the primal, savage way he forces himself into you, his tip pulsing and throbbing with the many hours he’s subjected you to, you can very well believe he is the very image of a predator.
“Won’t stop ‘til you’re full – ‘til it’s– fuck– ‘til it’s taken,” Simon pants, his shadow cloaking you, the sweat from his broad chest dripping down onto your sodden back. Your cheek is pressed into the desk, and in the corner of your vision, between the narrowed eyes you fight to keep open amidst the electric annihilation sparking between your legs, just below your stomach, you see him with bared teeth and dark eyes that glint with some unholy purpose. A purpose that only makes the feeling writhing inside you stronger, heavier.
With a deft hand – his other planted by your head, a cage – he finds your clit and presses it between two fingers as if it were the stub of a cigarette. He squeezes. Hard.
Your lips quiver around him and a strangled moan escapes you, euphoria becoming you, possessing you as something had him.
You keen on his hand, desperate for contact, for friction, despite him already filling you utterly and without mercy. Your arousal drips into his hand, pools in his palm. It takes all his will not to drink it then and there.
“I know, Doll–” ‘Doll’ – the name he’d given you, the name that reminds you you’re his to use as he pleases. His fingers squeeze your clit between them, a flesh vice. You’re gasping. He doesn’t stop, subjecting you to a pleasure so carnal you know only he can grant you it.
His free hand finds your shoulder, slips down your soaked back – a collage of brutal love-making, of animal rutting, of feral and incessant breeding – leaving goosebumps in its wake. He finds your rump, squeezes it, his hand flipping further between your legs until he finds your epicentre.
You’re so sensitive, and so swollen. He’s done this enough times to know that you’re red there, too.
He finds the spot where you’re connected, the modest sliver of his shaft that hasn’t been consumed by your wanting hole – where your combined arousal slithers out of you, dripping down his tightening ballsack – and plays at the edges of your lips, those that create a milky ring at the base of his cock, those that twitch with the almost overwhelming orchestra of sensations he is subjecting you to, playing you as his instrument.
Your hips twitch, pushing back against him, inadvertently impaling yourself on the inch or two he’d spared you from.
He’s swollen – painfully so. Plugging you, preventing you from getting away. Something you realise all-too late as you try to pull away, to ease the searing ache in your lips, in your womb.
You’re crying, he’s grunting, throat raw with hours of praise, of nothing short of feral growling – curses to something other than his god.
You whine as he withdraws his hand from between your legs, instead coming to cup your breasts and pull you flush against his chest. Squeezing around him again, the bulge of his cock inside you becomes ever more apparent when his hand slips up to your throat and he shunts you forward with his hips.
You’re weak – a ragdoll against him – and you’re pushed back down against the wood. He presses your stomach to the desk, your head now handing over the edge.
“D’you feel it, love?” he rasps. “Gonna give you a baby – put it right there.”
You do feel him, like an eel, slithering into any space he can, any space he hasn’t already occupied. You feel your heartbeat pulsing between your legs, and you feel his in the head of his dick, rabid. You want to sob, want the pleasure coursing through your every fibre to overwhelm you, to send you hurtling into a high nobody else can give you.
But you know this will have consequences.
You know there’s no morning after pill strong enough to overcome Simon’s seed, none strong enough to stand a chance against the sheer amount of his spend. You know this because you’re already pregnant.
You’d originally tried using a multitude of contraband substances – pills, medication, anything you could get your hands on – to stop the inevitable. To prolong it just long enough for you to find a way out of the hole you’d dug yourself into.
When Simon had found them – no doubt with the help of one of his disciples, one eager to please and who would settle for the simple pleasure of being the dirt beneath his boot – he made absolutely certain to undo all your hard work.
For days afterwards, when he gave his sermons, you had to stand, hands clasped in prayer, with his cum rolling down your thighs beneath your compound-issue garments.
And despite how you know you don’t want this destiny he’s imparted upon you, you still urge your hips against his. Especially as you feel him twitching, your hole leaking and almost squealing with his semen and the memory of the many times he’s already pumped you full this same night. He’s ready to bust at any moment, ready to find and create any excuse to empty his load into you, his favourite disciple.
You finish first in a fit of euphoric fury, an outpouring of devotion, a static explosion that leaves you utterly spent and entirely limp, unable to move as Simon continues to pummell you, using you, not stopping until you hear him give nothing less than a guttural roar, throwing his head back as he empties every ounce of his spend into you.
Any chances of escaping, any hopes of the world beyond the company you’d embroiled yourself in – they’re all gone now. Knocked clean out your head and from your reach, your mind nothing but a post-haze. You feel full almost to the point of bursting, but your body settles for a ballooned discomfort in your middle. One which you know will only grow bigger and heavier over the coming months. And no doubt beyond that when Simon deems you capable – worthy – of bearing him more offspring.
Simon is panting behind you, hands planted either side of you, head hanging between heaving shoulders. As if he’s impregnated you with his very soul.
His hand slips across the desk down to your front, where he manages to levy his fingers between your exhausted form and the hard wood beneath. And, as if by divine intuition, he gives a hum. Presses a languid kiss to your exposed neck, uttering a “Well done, love.”
He’s going to be a father.
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drabbles. | fics.
SIMON RILEY !
simon cucks some poor guy for flirting with u simon and aftercare simon edging himself pussy drunk simon with loose lips devoted service!dom simon and the way he grinds into u simon smoking while u ride him pent up simon condescending!simon worshipping simons balls fucking u while on the phone — PLM!universe angst hybrid au thigh riding trying anal for the first time gun play mean!simon cum play punishment (dubcon warning) simon jerking off simon receiving aftercare concerned simon with a size kink giving simon head while he drives creampie with pussydrunk!simon simon training your throat pornstar!ghost
JOHN MACTAVISH !
soaps leaky cock videos
KYLE GARRICK !
fingering you to sleep
bff!kyle is the friend you practice kissing with
KONIG !
using ur clit as a fidget toy soft!könig characterization könig overstimming himself using könig's cock as a fidget toy pussyjob bc he doesn't wanna prep u eating u out bc u had a bad day
KEEGAN RUSS !
mean!keegan brat taming keegan fucking up into u to relieve stress loud!keegan
SERIES / MULTI !
situationship with simon vs golden retriever könig soap asking simon to help fuck u properly unnamed hybrid au: one | two | three (complete) ft. simon, soap, + gaz shadow entity!ghost: one | two | three (in progress)
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Someone sent an anonymous ask about Soap being all whiny and jealous, complaining to Simon about how lucky he is to have such a pretty, curvy girl and Tumblr swallowed it 😫 (This is gonna be a 2 parter)
Warnings: nsfw, threesome, sub soap and reader, dom ghost, training, voyeurism
But I can imagine Ghost would be so sick and tired of it. Johnny's constantly yapping like the mutt he truly is: "Yer a lucky man, LT. Findin' a pretty bird like that." "Where'd ye get her? Need to find one for myself." "She as soft as she sounds?"
Ghost wants to snap at him for talking about you like that - he shouldn't be talking about you at all. But he knows the poor man is just lonely, aching to have something soft and supple like you. Your smiling face smushed between Ghost's fingers when you come to drop off the lunch he forgot. The jeans that fit snuggly around your ass and thighs, the shirt that hugs the swell of your breasts, stretched thin as it barely contains them... poor Johnny boy can't help but whine at the sight of something so appetizing, so soft and warm right there - he's jealous of his LT. How did someone so hard around the edges pluck something so sweet?
Simon hates to see him so upset, pouting in the corner like a scolded puppy as you stare at your boyfriend with stars in your eyes. Johnny could have a girl, but he gets overeager: fucking them on the first date, leaving them sore and bitten and tearful. He's too rough, and they're quick to excuse themselves, fleeing the next morning and blocking him from all social media.
Johnny needs to learn to be patient and gentle with his toys. He's nice enough to let the sergeant practice with his own pretty girl, and you're more than happy to assist Soap with his green-eyed monster.
After a nice dinner at his LT's house, served by you - along with some bronze, liquid courage - Johnny sits on the recliner, chatting with Ghost, who's relaxed on the sofa. You enter the living room and stand next to Simon, biting your lip excitedly and staring between the two of them. Simon wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to sit on the arm of the sofa.
"Y' think she's pretty?" He asks Johnny, who blinks.
Gorgeous. Comely. Ravishing. "Course I do." He responds plainly, trying not to get worked up over the way you're perched next to his LT so prettily.
"Yea, you do..." Simon mutters, squeezing the flesh at your thigh. "What's it you said? 'She must look nice, spillin' out my hands’?"
Soap is nothing short of mortified. His eyes are wide, staring back at Simon - he doesn't know what to say. He said those things within the secrecy of his conversation with his lieutenant - he didn't expect him to repeat it outside of that bubble, let alone in front of you, the person in question.
"N' what else was it? 'Need t' have a pretty li'l wife with a rack like that to lay my head-"
"Simon!!"
Soap finally glares at his LT, his fingers digging into his own thighs. His heart is pounding in his chest. Is Ghost trying to get you to hate him?
You giggle and stand upright. "It's ok, Johnny." You coo, slowly walking over to him with your hands behind your back. "I like it. It means you like me."
Soap has little time to do anything but grunt when you swing a leg over his thighs and seat yourself in his lap. Your cleavage is right there, just inches from his face, and he can feel the bare skin of your thighs burning through his trousers.
"Help me take this off?" You tug at the skirt of your dress, looking down at him with those innocent, glossy eyes.
He can't breathe. His clothes are too hot and too tight, his cock nearly choking in the confines of his pants. He looks to his lieutenant for help - Ghost just smiles, like he's watching his favorite porn. He might be, depending on how this plays out.
"Go on, Johnny. Slowly."
Johnny wants to be anything but slow, once he realizes his best friend is showing you off like a collectible toy. He looks back up at you, watching the way your plump lip catches between your teeth. He carefully reaches around, grabbing the back of your neckline and tugging the zipper down - slowly, as he was instructed. He can barely focus on the movement with your breasts right there, imagining what they'd taste like between his warm lips. The shoulders of your dress fall away, revealing the lacy bra you're wearing. He looks up at you, drool pooling under his tongue as you slide your hands over his shoulders, one coming around to play with the base of his mohawk.
"You can take it off." You whisper.
He wastes no time, his hands smoothing up your back and unclasping your bra in one motion. He helps you pull it from your shoulders - your breasts, round and full, now pressing against his chest. He wants to touch. He needs to touch.
He shoots a hungry, pleading look to Ghost - he nods back at Soap, which is all the sergeant needs to absolve his filthy behavior. He closes your breast in his palm, eyes hazy as he takes your nipple into his warm mouth. He hardly has to move his head forward because you lean into his mouth, your fingers grasping at his hair and your back arching deliciously. Johnny groans, using one hand to dig his fingers into the thick flesh at your hips, and his other to press his palm against your lower back. He shifts himself down as his tongue swirls around your nipple, groans leaving his throat and reverberating against the bud, quickly hardening from his ministrations. You sound so sweet, high-pitched coos and soft breaths pouring from between your lips as you press your weight against Soap, shoving your breast as far into his mouth as he can take. You kiss the crown of his head, whispering a good boy against his skin.
He practically whines, bucking his hips upwards, relishing in how your body grounds him into the sofa cushions. He releases your breast with a pop and quickly takes the other one into his hand, sealing his lips over it with a hum. He looks up at you through wanting, begging eyes as you toss your head back, squeezing your thighs around his hips. His tongue undulates against your stiffening peak, slobbering around the underside of your breast as he gives you another experimental jerk of his hips. You gasp, rolling your hips back down onto him and staring at him with your lust-blown pupils.
His cock is demanding to be let free. He's going to fuck you hard, he's going to pound you into the chair until you're begging, showing his LT just how much of a good boy he is. He's never felt this blazing forest fire within his veins, setting off nerve after nerve and burning a trail right down to his hard, throbbing member.
He hooks his fingers into the hem of your soaked panties, fully intending to rip them off - but you quickly grab his wrist and yank his hand away. He looks at you, blinking through his trance as a look of confusion settles on his face. "Wha's wrong?"
You giggle his expression - the sound goes straight to his tip with another rush of blood. "These are for Simon." you whisper, slowly pushing yourself off of Soap's lap. He lets his arms fall to his sides with a desperate look, letting you back away, right into Ghost's waiting lap.
"Gonna show ya a thing or two, Johnny." he says, pulling you back to his chest. "Teach ya a few tricks, maybe you'll be able t' keep a woman longer than a day." he pulls a switchblade from his pocket and flicks it open. The blade drags down over your belly - you chew your lip as it electrifies your skin, the tip sliding lower and lower until he's running it over your pussy. The fabric is soaked as he lingers there, the sharp edge barely separated from your cunt by your flimsy, drenched panties.
You stare at Soap, not once breaking eye contact as Ghost slices through the fabric. Soap's mouth is agape in disbelief and lust, enamored by the sight before him. He can't tear his eyes from the view of your sopping, glistening pussy, watching as Simon slides his thick fingers over your folds. He catches his thumb under the hood of your clit and you jolt, shooting a hand down to grab his wrist - but he doesn't stop. You whine and mewl, leaning your head back against his shoulder as he flicks the bud, strumming over it slowly.
He stares Soap in the eyes, watching his reaction. "Alright there, Johnny?"
He's drooling, mouth hung open, hypnotized by the way your muscles clench with each stroke of Simon’s thumb. “… Aye…” he manages to say – his fingers dig into the cushions beneath him as he tries to control the urge to tear across the room and drive his cock into your cunt, fucking you against his lieutenant’s chest the way you deserve: rough and hard. Simon’s been teasing you too long; you need to be ravaged, orgasm after orgasm pulled from you, faster than you can think.
“Let me have a go, yea?” he says boldly, looking at Simon with desperation. “That’s what this is, right? Ye want me to fuck ‘er nice? I’ll do it. I’ll do it, sir – I’ll take good care of her-“
“No you won’t.” Simon interjects before the dog can get too riled up. His fingers are now strumming up and through your folds, and you’re panting and staring at Johnny with needy desire. “’S why you can’t keep anyone. You’re too eager.”
The truth shoots through Soap’s chest like an arrow, and he meets Simon’s gaze. He’s obviously rock-hard in his trousers, he won’t even attempt to hide it. Simon’s got a cocky, knowing smirk on his face, and you… poor you is just wishing Simon would spit out what he wants to say, so the three of you could get on with the show.
“Gonna teach you a few secrets, sergeant.” Simon says, and Soap isn’t sure what to think about having his rank used in this situation. “My girl needs to cum.” He pulls his fingers away from you – you whine in frustration, but are quickly silenced when two, thick digits are stuffed into your mouth. You obediently clean off your own slick with your tongue, looking back down at Johnny with a heavy, lidded stare.
“I’ll make her cum.” Soap says quickly. If this is a matter of whether or not he can make someone cum, he’ll pass that test easily.
“You’ll do it right.” Simon growls. “Need to understand the difference between getting’ your cock wet and pleasuring ‘er. ‘S my girl ‘n I won’t have you roughhousing ‘er. Got it?”
Soap’s throat bobs as he swallows. It was another task, another order from his superior. He clears his mind of any preprogrammed, lustful thoughts, sent straight to his brain from his achingly hard member – this wasn’t about him. It was about following instructions. He was a good soldier, he could do that much.
“Yes sir.”
Simon nods. He shifts hips, pulling his fingers from your lipsand grabbing your hips. You grab his forearms for support as he spreads his muscular thigs, forcing your legs farther apart as they rest on either side of his knees. Slick dribbles down from your pussy and onto Simon’s length, which is about to tear a hole through his pants.
“Then get to it. Sick of hearin’ you yap all day about not bein’ able to keep a girl. Put your mouth to good use – we’re about to fix that.”
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unpopular opinion: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley isn’t a sex god. He’s probably not had sex more than once or twice in his life. Pairing with his trauma of abuse + being sexually assaulted, man is probably haphephobic
It probably takes him a long time to get comfortable with someone enough to become touchy with them. And for your first time, he probably needs a lot of comfort + breaks because his repressed trauma would be taking a lot out of him mentally and emotionally
im tired of seeing ‘oo big dom daddy ghost’ when soft ghost content is right there and canonically more likely to be accurate
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Too Sweet
Simon never had much of a sweet tooth.
That is, until he met you.
In other words; drunk Ghost comes knocking, so of course you let him in.
18 +, MDNI
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Simon Riley fucks intensely and passionately. He doesn’t grab your hair, or spit on your face, or cause you physical pain - my man’s has openly admitted to dealing with violent thoughts/dreams against women and wanting to be better. He might get rough if he’s stressed or angry, but he won’t be, like, throat fucking you for example. Sorry. I just can’t see it. He can be fast, but I don’t think he’s gonna be hardcore or degrading. I think if he gets the mask on, he miiiight be a little more… forthcoming.
Simon Riley finds sex to be the highest level of trust, love, and vulnerability. Don’t expect him to be a quick or easy lay. If he wants you intimately, this is the biggest honor you would ever receive from him. Maybe before he was tortured he would’ve been quicker to engage, but the Simon we know now? Yeah, you gotta work.
Simon Riley… ohhhhh he’s always asking you: “is that alright, love?” “that feel good?” “ahhhh, yeah, you’re a good girl, aren’tcha?” If you’re not feeling it, he’s not feeling it. he wants to make sure you’re into it 100%. the moment you grunt, wince, or groan in pain, he’s stopping to check up on his lovie. he just radiates Soft Dom energy to me (and I want him so bad). Simon loves to see you get all flustered, too. When you beg for him (and you’re a good girl) he will give you anything and everything you want.
Simon Riley being a Soft Dom… mmm, delicious. I love to imagine him praising and worshipping: “ahh fuck, i’ve missed my girl’s pussy” “so proud of you, taking my cock so well” “you want to be a good girl for me, don’tcha?” “you’re so beautiful when you struggle to fit me” if you’re engaged with him romantically, you’re his everything - man’s invested his entire soul and well-being into you. With that being said, throw him some praise, too! He’ll melt and become putty in your hands; he’ll do anything for you. Tell him how you were made for his cock, that nobody else makes you feel like he does, how you’re sooo good - but only for him. He’s definitely possessive of you - not in a red flag kind of way, but when you talk about how you’re his and only his… whew.
Simon Riley wants to see your face when you two are having sex. Anything missionary, missionary adjacent, cowgirl, it doesn’t matter, just let this man look at you! He doesn’t crave it, he needs it. Eye contact is so intimate, and if you’re shy and can’t maintain it? Ohhh, he’s gonna have fun. “eyes here, love” “don’t cover your face/close your eyes - i want to watch you cum” “you were just begging for my cock, don’t get all shy now” “be a good girl and look at me” he’s either coming inside or on your tummy/chest. preferably? inside.
Simon Riley prefers having a good session as opposed to a quickie. He likes doing things in the privacy of your shared home (because then you can be loud and cry his name as you cum on his cock for the 4th time 🤭). Sometimes, he’ll be desperate though, and this is when he gets a lil impatient. Like this one time, he went with you to your family’s Christmas party while being on leave for only a week, and he needed you. That man took you in the bathroom and railed you so hard you couldn’t leave for 15 minutes until you could stand without shaking (also not me writing this rn).
Simon Riley, upon specific request, will wear the mask in bed. Honestly, don’t expect this for a while, however. The mask serves as his identity - his separation from you. This will take a lot of courage on his behalf as you’re wanting to bring in something containing his countless sins and crimes into such an intimate situation. Like I said!!! It takes a while to get him this comfortable. Try to rush the process and you’re missing out on some pretty intense and animalistic fucking. It’s a rare time you can expect a more vicious kind of dirty talk from him: “fuckin’ hell, you like being a dirty little slut, huh?” “that pretty little face of yours deserves to be fucked” “your pussy was made for me” “shut up and keep taking it like a good girl should” “ahh, begging for my cock like the needy little slut you are”
Simon Riley loves aftercare, and he makes sure you feel loved during that time. Sweet Angel, we don’t deserve him. Massages, baths, checking on you emotionally and mentally, he’ll make you dinner, put on your favorite movie, and relax with you while he showers you with unconditional love and adoration. He’s obsessed with you. Get over it.
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I have a little thought, virgin!reader getting her first hickey from Simon?👀 🫶
PRETTY BRUISES
𝜗𝜚 the one where simon gives you your first ever hickey
𝜗𝜚 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x virgin!gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: soft smut (minors—DNI), slight!dom!simon, biting, hickeys, slight dumbification? (if you squint hard enough)
the thought of being spread out across simon’s lap, one of his massive hands gripping at your hip and the other tilting your head up and to the side for him.
“still doin’ okay?” simon purrs softly as he trails his aquiline nose down the side of your throat, eyes fluttering closed at the way your scent hits him. the urge to rock his hips up, to grind his fattening cock up against your barely clothed cunt is maddening, near driving simon up the wall.
but he knows to take things slow. he doesn’t wanna scare you off, doesn’t want you fleeing too quickly—at least not until he sinks his canines into you.
you offer him a broken whine in response, fingers fisting at the fabric of the black henley hanging off of his muscled torso as a shuddered breath leaves your lungs. you’re sure you’ve never been this on edge, never felt like one sudden movement and you’d melt through the floorboards like ice cream in the sun, never felt so hot, so desperate.
“jus’ relax fer me, baby,” simon breathes softly against your throat before pressing soft kisses down its column, fingers trailing up your sides and dragging your body closer. “promise it won’t hurt—might leave a little bruise, but s’okay, yeah?”
and you find yourself nodding dumbly, nails scratching and pawing uselessly at the base of simon’s neck in an attempt to make him move faster, to make his teeth dig into your flesh quicker, to somehow will his cock out of his boxers and make him fit it all inside of you in one go. but all it does is make his jaw unhinge the slightest amount to suck part of your neck between his teeth slightly, groaning softly as he nibbled at the sucked flesh.
simon doesn’t expect the lewd noise that falls brokenly from your mouth, doesn’t expect the way your body is already nearly boneless in his lap, but it makes him chuckle softly against your throat nonetheless. his thumbs press gentle circles against your hips as he pulls his lips away with an audible and wet pop.
“see? wasn’t bad, was it? ‘nd you already have a pretty little red mark showin’ up. y’gonna let me add some more? yeah, ‘course you are. come ‘ere, then—i’ll even let ya grind against my fingers while i do it.”
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