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Forbidden Desires

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Reader

Warnings: porn with plot, knife kink, possessive Ghost, religious references, in a church, nun/undercover reader, on a pew, candle lit, sexual tension, pure fifth

Summary: Ghost goes to a church and finds a nun who catches his attention.

You’ve been a spy for a long time now and the mission was the usual as you kneel on the pew at a local church. Your disguise may have been the cloak of a nun but you were far from holy. The screams of people you have killed rang out in your ears everytime you knelt before the priest or took that sip of wine that would clear your sins. Today was no different as you kneeled head down to the pew next to a man, definitely military, who let out a small grumble and an unbelievable laugh as he spoke in a low tone, “Can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” he let out a low groan as he turned his head catching glances with you. The man’s face was scared and his eyes were a beautiful brown as they widened while looking into yours. He slowly gazes over the skin of your face taking in your features, stunned by your beauty. “Holy Christ… are you an angel?” his voice was low as he asked the question with a shocked expression, almost taken aback by how his comment slipped from his mouth. You smirk at him as you finish your prayer and speak quietly while looking into his eyes. “Quite the opposite.” You stand up brushing any dust off the long cloak over your body and walk down the pew to a room near the side of the church where the light switches and many gauntlets of wine and crackers are stranded around the room. Ghost’s eyes follow your every move as you walk away, a smirk forming on his face. He can't help but feel the surge of intrigue and desire at your response.

“Opposite, huh?” He says, his voice low and husky as he enters the room behind you. His tall frame towers you as he closes the distance leaning to your ear. “Well, darling, in that case, maybe I’ve finally found someone who understands the darkness that resides within.” His gaze locks onto yours, his pale brown eyes burning with intensity. “Tell me, little bird, what brings a woman like you to a place like this? Seeking salvation, perhaps?” Ghost’s voice drips with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of seduction, his rough hands itching to explore every inch of your forbidden body. “A spy mission actually,” you say with a small smirk knowing he wouldn’t believe the truth that he thinks is a lie. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. “A spy mission, huh?” he replies in a calm and composed demeanor. Ghost smirks, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “Well, sweetheart, it seems we both have our secrets then. But tell me, what kind of mission brings someone like you to a holy place?” you pause for a moment, considering your response. “Let's just say I’m seeking information, Looking for answers,” you reply cryptically. “But enough about me. What about you…” you motion towards him asking for his name. “Lieutenant Ghost.” he answered short and blunt with a smirk. “What brings a man like you to a church? Seeking redemption, perhaps?” Ghost’s smirk widens as he looks down at you, his eyes narrowing as he looks away for a moment. “Redemption… It's a luxury I don't think I can afford,” He says, his voice holding a meaning unknown but known all too well to you.

“But maybe… just maybe, I can find some semblance of peace here.” You study his face, seeing the weight of his experiences etched in every line and scar. Something about his vulnerability and the underlying darkness in his eyes stirs something within you. “Well, Lieutenant, perhaps we can both find what we’re looking for,” you say softly, your voice filled with a mix of understanding and a hint of something more. “In each other, maybe.” Ghost’s gaze snaps back to you, his eyes widening slightly at your suggestion. A flicker of desire flashes through his features, his intense gaze locking onto yours once again. “Is that so, My little bird? Maybe we can help each other forget the sins that haunt us, even if just for a minute.” The tension between you grows, the air thick with a dangerous mix of desire and darkness. In this holy place, the forbidden connection between you and Ghost becomes even more alluring, promising a temporary escape from the burdens of your respective lives. “The church closes in three minutes. How about you stay behind while I kick these last few people out?” Ghost’s eyes darken with desire and anticipation as he nods in agreement. “Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.” As the remaining individuals finish up their prayers and start to make their way towards the exit, you take charge, gently guiding them to the large oak doors with a warm smile and soft words. Ghost stands nearby, his gaze fixated on you, a hunger burning in his eyes. Once the church is finally empty and the automatic lights have shut off leaving the room to be lit up by the various candles including the holy ones that have the Virgin Mary painted across them.

The doors are closed and the silence starts to settle in, Ghost steps closer to you, The air crackles with an intense energy, the anticipation of what’s to come hanging heavily in the air. “Seems like it's just you and me now, little bird.” Ghost murmurs, his voice low and husky. “No prying eyes, no judgment. Just the two of us.” Ashiver runs down your spine as his words sink in, the thrill of the forbidden coursing through your veins. In this moment, you both surrender to the darkness that binds you, seeking solace and pleasure in each other. “Where would you like to confess Ghost?” Ghost’s eyes gleam with mischief and anticipation as he considers your suggestion. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. “The pew? Sounds fitting, doesn’t it?” he muses, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. “A place where sins are confessed and secrets are laid bare.” He reaches out, his rough hand caressing your cheek gently before trailing down your neck. “The pew has its own allure doesn't it? A place of prayer and devotion, where we can seek forgiveness for our transgressions.” His touch sends goosebumps over your skin and you can't help but feel the electric pull towards him. The choice is yours, and Ghost is more than willing to indulge in your desires, no matter where they may lead.

“So, my little bird, shall we lay our confessions bare and seek solace from one another?” He asks, his gaze locked with yours, waiting for your decision. “I want to confess.” you speak lowly as you look up at Ghost feeling the desire bubble in your abdomen. A devilish grin spreads across Ghost’s face as you choose to confess, his eyes glinting with excitement as he takes your hand leading you to the pew. The elevated platform in the front of the church with holy candles scattered around as the moonlight shines through the stained glass. The atmosphere swirls with the intoxicating combination of desire and sin, the aisles of pews serving as a backdrop for the clandestine encounter about to unfold. Ghost's voice drops to a low, husky whisper, his breath brushing against your ear. “In this church, my little bird, we shed our inhibitions and embrace the darkness within. No judgment, only pleasure.” He guides you to the center where the podium would usually be, his intense gaze locked with yours. Slowly, he trails his fingertips along the exposed skin of your arm, his touch igniting a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “You’ve chosen salvation, my sweet temptation,” He murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. “Let us confess our deepest, most forbidden desires under the candlelight, and let this pew bear witness to our sinful union.” He spoke lowly into your ear as the anticipation grew by every passing minute and the pew became your canvas for the exploration of your darkest fantasies. Ghost’s dominance and lust intertwine as he takes your lips with his in a passionate kiss not wasting any time to kiss down your neck leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

The candles around You and Ghost painted an exciting and erotic scene that was so wrong but felt so right. He pulls the covering down your body to gain more access to your neck and eventually starts to lift the clothing slowly up your body revealing the shape of your curves. You start to take things in your own hands, throwing the covering off your body leaving you in the sin red undergarments that you wore specifically for the irony. Ghost’s eyes darken with desire and admiration as his eyes run down your body. The flickering light dances across your skin, highlighting your features and adding to the seductive atmosphere. He watches you intently, his breath catching in his throat as he runs his gaze over your body. The anticipation grows each second, the air thick with forbidden desires and the soft scent of incense. Ghost can barely fight the urge to pull you into his arms and claim you right then and there, but he knows the art of anticipation can be just as intoxicating. Ghost takes a step back, his eyes raking over your revealed form with hunger. “Continue, my little bird,” he urges, his voice low and commanding. The candlelight casts sensual shadows across your curves, accentuating your every contour. A low growl escapes Ghost’s throat as he takes in the sight before him, his desire growing more palpable with each passing moment. “You’re a vision, my little bird,” Ghost whispers lowly, his voice husky with lust. “Every curve, every line of your body calls to me.” He takes a step closer, his hands reaching out to trace the outlines of your exposed skin, his touch both gentle and possessive. His fingers dance along the contours of your body, leaving a trail of fiery sensations in their wake. Ghost’s gaze locks with yours, a hunger burning in his eyes. “Lay down Little bird.” His voice is commanding and seductive as you lay your back down on the church pew. In this moment, the boundaries of right and wrong blur, and the intensity of your connection grows, promising a passionate encounter that will leave an indelible mark on both of your souls.

A predatory glint gleams in Ghost’s eyes as he slowly starts to remove his own attire. The sound of fabric sliding off skin fills the room, adding to the charged atmosphere. Piece by piece, Ghost sheds his military uniform , exposing his muscular and well defined physique. Each article of clothing that falls to the ground only serves to amplify the allure of his commanding presence. As Ghost stands before you, his tattoos on display, his gaze meeting yours, the intensity of his stare captivating. He exudes magnetism, a blend of strength and danger that draws you in, leaving you hungry for more. Ghost sits one knee on the pew between your legs looking at you with a fire and intensity as his hands reach behind you back, pulling off the red bra and letting it drop to the floor beside the pew. “You're truly tempting fate, my little vixen,” his voice low and husky with a certain authoritative tone as he lifts you up to bend over the edge of the pew with Ghost behind your back. Ghost watches with hunger that borders obsession as he slowly slides your panties down your legs and drops them to the floor with your other clothes. His hands twitch with the urge to touch, to explore every inch of your exposed skin, but he decides to take his time. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he moves closer to your ear and whispers lustfully, “You're a vision of sin, little bird. Every inch of you is a temptation that I can't resist.” The weight of your sins and desires collide, igniting a fire that cannot be extinguished. Ghost embraces the exhilarating dance of dominance and surrender, ready to consume and be consumed by the intoxicating passion that awaits both of you. Without any more words Ghost moves closer toward you leaning to your ear.

“May I, little bird?” you nod your head furiously and let out a whiny noise as you answer, “Yes.” Ghost’s rough hands grab your hips firmly positioning himself behind you. With a low growl, Ghost gives in to the darkness that beckons, his hands gripping your hips possessively. Without hesitation, he begins to push himself into you, the forbidden act of pleasure consuming both of you. The sounds of your moans and the creaking pews fill the silent church as Ghost thrusts into you with an intensity born from years of pent up desires. Each movement is rough, primal, and unrelenting, as he takes you further into the depths of your sin. His grip on your hips tighten, his fingers digging into your flesh as he sets a punishing pace. The fervor of his thrusts matches the fire that burns within him, a heat that threatens to consume everything in its path. Ghost’s senses are heightened as he pounds into you harshly, his desire driving him deeper into the forbidden pleasure. Your moans fill the air, blending with the sounds of the creaking pews, creating a symphony of sinful indulgence. The tightness and wetness of your walls grip at Ghost’s cock, intensifying the pleasure for both of you. He relishes in the feeling, his movements becoming more forceful, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

His hands roam your body, gripping and caressing with and intensity that matches his thrusts. The primal need to possess and consume drives his actions, his dominance asserting itself over you. Ghost’s voice is a low growl as he speaks, his words laced with lust and authority; “Feel how you squeeze around me, love,” he grunts, his voice filled with desire. “ You were made to sin, and I will take you to the deepest and darkest depths of pleasure.” Ghost’s eyes burn with desire and possessiveness as he hears your moans, his need to claim you pushing him to the edge. “You were made for me. To sin, to submit, to be consumed by the darkness that lies within us both.” His hands tighten on your hips, his grip almost becoming bruising as he plunges into you deeper, relishing in the power he holds over you. The pleasure builds, spiraling towards an inevitable orgasm. The veracity of the moment surrounds you, the air thick with the scent of sin and the sounds of your moans mixing with the harsh rhythm of your bodies colliding. The church becomes a sacred place for your forbidden desires, a sanctuary of pleasure and pain. Ghost’s voice becomes a low growl in your ear. “ Give it to me, Little bird. Give in Love. Let it all go for me.” Ghost’s eyes narrow with pleasure and determination as he feels you hit your impending orgasm, your release coating his cock and lower abdomen. The sight only fuels his own desire to fulfill his own orgasm. He continues to thrust into you with unyielding force, his movements becoming more desperate as he chases his own release. The sound of his grunts fill the air, mingling with your moans, as he thrusts into you, bringing him closer to the edge of ecstasy. The raw, primal energy between you is palpable, the intensity of your connection reverberating through the church. Ghost’s thrusts become more erratic, his control slipping away as he succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ghost’s voice escapes in a guttural growl as he finds his release, his hot seed spilling deep inside of you. He holds onto you tightly, his grip possessive as his body trembles with the force of his climax. Ghost’s breath is heavy against you back as he holds you tightly against his body. The lingering heat of your sinful union fills the air. A reminder of the depths you both have descended into. He remains inside of you, unwilling to break the connection that still binds you together. Ghost’s voice is low and husky as he speaks against your skin, his words filled with a mixture of possessiveness and vulnerability. “You are mine, little bird. In this moment, in this unholy act, we are bound together.” Ghost’s grip loosens slightly to let you stand up straight, he withdraws himself from inside of you, his movements slow and deliberate as he releases you from his embrace. Ghost walks over to his pile of clothes taking out his knife and holds the handle as he bends down, his face up to your chest. He presses the knife to your abdomen and looks up to you and you look at him with desirable eyes. He takes the notation of your eyes and presses the knife into your skin slowly carving an ‘S’ into your soft, supple flesh. He blows on the fresh cut trying to ease the burning as you slightly wince. He then hands the handle of the knife into your own hand and sits you down on the pew as he stands, towering above you and you bring the knife to his skin carving your initial into the toned structure of his abdomen.

With that the two of you regain your composure and start to put your clothing back on. The echoes of your sinful encounter continue to reverberate through the church, a reminder of the depths you have explored together. As you part ways, both of you carry with you the weight of the forbidden, the knowledge that your paths may cross again in the future. But for now, you separate, each returning to your own worlds, forever marked by the undeniable connection and the carved initials that you forged within the sanctity of the church.

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Ooh, Better Than Me?

Chris Knight x Tutor Reader (Afab)

Summary: Chris, during his senior burnout, has found himself struggling with English classes. so you get assigned to be his tutor to help him pass exams. Chris soon realized you have a higher IQ than him, and it makes him very perplexed to the idea of someone being smarter than him.

Warnings: obsessed Chris, smart reader, touchy Chris, use of Y/N, smut at end, dirty jokes, probably penis jokes, smut with plot, infatuation, slight rivalry, nonchalant reader, Kent. Sorry if forgot anything

First fanfic. (Please be nice I’m autistic and sensitive) (I also have a tendency to take people’s knee caps if they’re mean)

I started my day normally like I usually do. I walk out of my house and start biking over to Pacific Tech. I see the most stereotypical people walking around. Most with books and others with inventions they have made.

Usually I don’t have any classes today but under recent circumstances my English teacher wanted to see me. I knew you weren’t in trouble or failing because I actually liked her class. One could say that one of my beige flags is that if I don’t like it, I don’t care. Truth be told, people were right about the senior burn out theory.

I used to be eager and so ready to take in any knowledge I could, but now I just don’t care unless it’s something that truly interests me. Which recently has been English and Chemistry. I was awfully good at those topics naturally and it has surprised my teachers on multiple occasions.

The sun shines through my hair as I walked around the campus to get to my English class. I stroll along happily until a guy with crazy blonde hair bumped into me while running.

“Sorry! I’ll buy you a car! I don’t have it right now but I promise!” The blonde yelled as he ran down the corridor. My brows furrow in confusion but I continue to walk to my English class.

I arrive at my English Class and I quietly walk in. I see my teacher, Ms. Jen, sitting at the desk in the front of the room and I walk down the aisles to get to her desk. The middle aged woman, who was in her mid 30s at most, smiled as she saw me and she greets me with a soft handshake.

“Hello Y/N. I’m glad to see you could make it,” she said with a kind smile on her face. I softly smile back at her and sit down as she motions for me to do. “I had nothing going on so I decided to stop by,” I said. “I’m glad you could. I wanted to talk to you about something important.” I look at her curiously and she opens her mouth to continue.

“There is a student who needs some help and you have almost perfect scores in my class, so I was wondering if you could tutor him.” I looked at her slightly shocked and then nod my head before opening my mouth to speak. “Yeah… I could do that” Ms. Jen smiled kindly and immediately took my hand into hers gently. “Thank you. You’re a very kind soul.” I smile at her words and pull out a pen before writing my contact on a small piece of paper.

“You can give him my contact and I’ll start tutoring him” I smile slightly and she nods her head in acknowledgment. “Thank you once again.” She smiled up at me as I stood from the seat. “Of course”

After we bid goodbyes I start walking out of the campus and back to my bike. I slowly bike home not being in a rush and when I get home I put my back pack in the hook by the door and start walking up the stairs to my bedroom.

I immediately flip into my bed and sigh happily just feeling joy from being at home. I groan as I hear the phone go off beside my bed and I pick it up.

“Hello?” I ask blankly. “Hi is this my new tutor?” The guys voice is cheerful and almost sultry like. “Uh… yeah it is.”

“Great. So when can we start? Just asking because I need to start passing as soon as I can” I smile over the phone as his voice sounds funny and humorous. “We can start tonight. I live in the white house on Ivy Blvd.” my voice is blank and quiet as I talk. “Alright what time?” He ask with a more normal tone. “Anytime is fine. My dad doesn’t get home till 6 so whenever is fine.” I smile slightly and I can here him start to shuffle around over the phone. “On the way.” I hear the sound of him hanging up and my eyes start to widen softly as I get out of my bed and start to tidy up my room and making sure there are no straggling articles of clothing like bras randomly stranded around.

I head down the stairs and smooth out my grey sweater before sitting on the couch with a magazine. I smooth out my hair and hum to myself as I read the magazine and kick my feet up on the couch. After a good bit I hear my doorbell ring and I get up to go answer it. I smooth my hair and sweater before opening the door with a blank expression.

I open the door and see the blonde guy that ran into me earlier. I raise my eyebrow and the open my door for him to come in. “You’re my tutor right?” He asks with a crazy smile. “Mhm. Let me get my bag and we can go upstairs.” I grab my back and start walking up the stairs with Chris behind me.

“You have a nice house,” he said while looking around and smoothing his hair a bit. “Thanks” I open my door and allow him to go inside. I grab a few pens and a couple of highlighters from my desk and sit on my bed. Taking in his personality, this is going to be a crazy few weeks before finals.

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Guys, gals, and my nonbinary pals. I did it.