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One Happy Family

Kristof Lazar x F Reader

Following the events of 'Abigail', you spend as much time as you can with your son, Caleb, trying to forget what happened. Unfortunately, Lazar has other plans for you, Joey.

Content Warnings: smut so MDNI, threat, non con, dub con, coercion/blackmail, blood, commands, masturbation, praise, overstimulation, manhandling, pet names (darling, dear), fingering (f receiving), turning (vampire bite), choking with a belt, breath play, dacryphilia, unprotected p in v (only fools don't wrap their tools), creampie, cum play Do let me know if I've forgotten anything :) Word Count: 4.3K

The sun had long since set, a deep navy blanket filled with the pinholes of distant stars above the bright coloured lights of the carnival. Halloween weekend was in full swing and the carnival was no exception. 

Strobes from the rides danced across the ground, twinkling and swirling, shooting out into the empty sky, a beacon to all for miles around. The usually empty field came alive with laughter and chatter. Cheerful music played over cheap speakers that echoed through the crowds of families bustling around, moving from ride to ride in an effort to complete it all in a single night. Children pointed and pulled hands to get a closer look, pupils blown wide in wonder. 

Cotton candy and donut scents wafted through the air, mouth watering and enticing in their sugared delights. Carnival workers shouted and rallied groups to them with the potential of winning oversized teddies and fancy gadgets. 

With boots squelching in the muddied floor a new scent caught your attention, the smell of greasy fairground burgers, and your stomach growled in want. You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale, the scent alone would have to suffice. This weekend was not about you. 

“Come on!” Caleb whined. 

Your son tugged on your hand, full of excitement, pulling you towards the bumper cars. 

“Alright, I’m coming. What’s the rush, buddy?” You chuckled, allowing him to weave his way between people to reach his destination. 

“There’s no-one in the line, we’ll be first!” He shouted, giving another tug. 

You laughed again, his warm smile filling your heart with happiness. Spending time with Caleb every weekend had become your new favourite pastime. Seeing joy in his small round face you couldn’t imagine going back to your old ways again. You sighed heavily, smile faltering. 

Your old ways. You peered down at him on the end of your arm, still giggling and tugging you along. His face alight with that beaming smile, one he offered whenever you picked him up after school, is why you stay clean. All of your dark thoughts are banished in the wake of seeing him so happy again. 

A yawn threatened to emerge, keeping your lips tightly shut to stifle the sign of your exhaustion. Working double shifts at the hospital keeps you busy. Gruelling but honest work, the shadows beneath your eyes hide little of the toll it takes on your body, but it keeps your mind from straying back into the dark, into all that has occurred in recent times. Caleb makes it all worth it. 

You should never have taken that stupid job. 

But when you hit rock bottom an offer of 7 million dollars is a hard cheque to pass up. It would’ve guaranteed a better life for you both, somewhere far away and somewhere new. The meagre late shift wages you made now couldn’t compare to what you could’ve done together with money like that. You blinked hard at Caleb, finding him staring up at you with a concerned look in his eyes as you spaced out. You pulled a tight smile, a simple nod to assure him you were ok, and he was back to his toothy grin. You poured all your focus onto that. On him. 

You just have to show up. 

The wordsof the young prima ballerina rang through your mind. For all her murderous intentions she had been right about one thing. Caleb didn’t seem to care for expensive gifts or trips out every time you were together. He just wanted to see you, for you to be there. 

You shook your head to clear your thoughts, focusing back on the small hand that had finally stopped pulling. You waited in line for the bumper cars as Caleb chattered about his school, his friends and anything else he could think of that he hadn’t told you since last weekend. You listened with rapt attention, sure that this moment couldn’t be better. You didn’t even mind if he repeated himself. He was happy to be with you and that’s what filled your aching heart with joy. 

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Hours passed in the blink of an eye. You had been on every ride, some even twice, and Caleb was beginning to show signs of slowing, his energy finally waning. You suggested one final time around the Ferris wheel for the view of the city and a stop for donuts before heading home. Caleb thought for a moment, reluctant to leave it seemed, before he nodded enthusiastically, toothy smile broad on his face. You smiled back, a similar grin stretching your features. 

As you turned, you felt your body collide with a much smaller frame. You began to rush out an apology to the little girl you had just run into when all colour drained from your face. Your pulse quickened and your heart pounded heavily in your chest.

Her angelic face beamed up at you, predatory smile like a mask, hands clasped behind her back as she swayed on her feet. Her simple ballet practice uniform did nothing to hide the monster from your view. 

“Abigail” You smiled tightly, squeezing Caleb’s hand a little tighter in the presence of danger. “How lovely to see you” 

You darted your eyes over the crowd, palms becoming clammy as fear crept up your spine. You quickly scanned her for signs of the death and carnage she was likely here to commit, memories of all you had witnessed in the mansion flooding back to you in disturbing detail. 

“Your father is-” You began. 

“He’s here. Somewhere” Abigail smiled. 

Her expression made you uneasy. Correction, it downright terrified you. You tried your damnedest not to let Caleb see your fear; the last thing you wanted was for him to be afraid. You were having such a wonderful time too. 

You watched as Abigail introduced herself to Caleb, shaking his hand in an awkward gesture, his brows furrowing in confusion. He looked to you for guidance and Abigail settled her gaze on you too, daring you to intervene with a sick grin. You smiled at Caleb in what you hoped was a reassuring look. You glanced around at the crowds of people, praying for a way out of this nightmare. 

“We’re going on the Ferris wheel, want to come?” Caleb beamed. 

You groaned inwardly. Of all the girls your nervous son had to pluck up the courage to speak to, why did it have to be her? She’d be a lovely sweet girl, if it wasn’t for her vampiric nature. Abigail nodded enthusiastically and reached out her hand. 

Caleb let go of yours, taking Abigail’s outstretched one as they turned away. You lunged forward to save your son from impending doom when a strong hand clasped your shoulder, freezing you in place. 

“I’m sure the children will be fine for a while. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear?” The chilling voice of Kristof Lazar cooed in your ear. Your heart stopped along with your body, terror leaking through your masked expression. Caleb looked worried, beginning to move toward you and away from Abigail. Lazar’s hand gripped harder, the sharp points of his nails digging in and making you wince. 

A warning. 

You twisted your face back into a smile, nodding for the children to leave. You didn’t trust your voice not to betray your true feelings. As they hurried away, Abigail leading an unsure Caleb, your pulse was pounding in your throat. Bile rose in your throat, threatening to spew the overpriced junk food and soda from your stomach. 

“Well done. Slitting your throat in front of your son would have been…distasteful” he whispered, the cruel smile tinging his words. 

“Please”, you begged, “he has nothing to do with any of this. He’s innocent” 

Lazar scoffed. “There is no such thing. Not in humans” 

You closed your eyes as tears threatened to fall. You felt Lazar leave your back, his slow steps felt in the pit of your stomach as he came to stand in front of you. A finger under your chin had your eyes shooting open, your natural instinct to recoil at the touch. His penetrating stare held you in place, preventing you from fleeing. Your bottom lip trembled as you found your voice again. 

“Don’t hurt him, I beg you. Do what you want to me but leave him. Please” you begged again, imploring the cold-hearted man for mercy. 

“Your son will be unharmed, if you do exactly as instructed. You’re rather good at following orders, aren’t you?” he smiled, dropping his hand from your chin. “Walk” 

Your body seemed to move against your will as Lazar lead you away from the crowds, away from Caleb, towards a tinted stretch limousine concealed behind the vast shrubbery surrounding the carnival. Two guards, pale and muscled, stood guard and opened the door for you, the pitch dark interior filling you with dread. You slowed to a stop as the feeling of death racing towards you built and received a firm hand on your lower back in response. 

“Now, now. I’ll have none of that” 

You turned your head slightly, a view of the top of the Ferris wheel coming into view. This was for Caleb. You would do anything to protect him. 

You dared not look Lazar in the eye, swallowing deeply as you ducked to climb into the car, sliding onto the plush leather seats and pushing yourself to the farthest side, you hoped away from the monster. 

The door slammed behind you, encasing the interior in total black. You felt too exposed, too vulnerable blinded. The sounds of your own breathing echoed around the vehicle and your pulse raced beneath your skin, the feel of your own veins pumping blood a dizzying sensation. For an age there was nothing but eerie silence. You thought perhaps this was all Lazar had intended; to scare you. Ensure your silence for the aftermath of a job gone wrong. But you knew he was not a merciful, nor a forgiving man. 

A single light appeared above the middle seat, illuminating your left side where you were pressed against the window.

“Move into the light” 

Lazar’s voice came from opposite you, too close for comfort, as the bright light showed only his suited legs, crossed with ankle over knee. You remained frozen in place, your eyes squinting through the darkness to see more of him. 

“Don’t make me ask again, darling” he said, a low rumble coating his words, animalistic in nature. 

You did as instructed, sliding slowly into the light with shaking hands pressing into cold black leather. You tried to calm your breathing, taking deep inhales as you discreetly wrung your hands of nervous sweat. Your mind strayed to Caleb alone with Abigail again. Your only wish was that he would remain safe. You prayed he would remain that way. 

“Take that awful sweater off” he commanded. 

You hesitated, frowning at his insult and confused at his lack of threats. You expected torture and gore; this unnerved you more. You slowly removed the apparently offensive garment, placing it alongside you. 

“I’d order you to burn it if we had the time” he growled out. 

His disgust at a piece of clothing would be comical if you weren’t afraid for your life and the life of your son. 

“Your shirt. Take it off” 

Any humour fled the limousine. He was commanding you to strip. You gulped at the implication, as if you didn’t feel vulnerable enough. You kept your hands stiffly at your sides, hands clenched in fists to keep from shaking. You stared into the darkness at him, willing confidence into your expression with your refusal. 

“Defiance is not an attractive trait on you. Refuse me again and I’ll have your son’s head” 

The thought brought bile to your throat, making you gag as you forced it down, your heartbeat quickening again. 

“If I do as you ask, you promise me he’ll be safe? You’ll let him go?” You asked the darkness. 

You were met with silence. 

“Answer me!” You shouted, anger filling you as the instinct to protect Caleb overrode everything, the sudden burst of confidence breaking through your terror. 

“I give you my word, he will be safe” Lazar sighed, his impatience slipping through his careful control. “Now-” you heard him shuffle against the seat as he resumed his relaxed position, a hand appearing in the light gesturing to your shirt. 

With another thick gulp you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, not meaning to be slow or sensual as your rattling hands wouldn’t allow you to fully clasp the buttons. You looked away to the dark window as you pulled the material from your torso, skin puckering with goose flesh in the cold air. You sucked in a shaky breath as you pushed your shirt on top of your sweater, beginning to cross your arms over your chest. 

“Ah, ah, ah” Lazar tuts, “hands down” 

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you return your clenched hands to your sides, tears beginning to fill your eyes. This is for Caleb, you thought, this will keep him safe. 

Lazar hummed in approval and you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting the praise of the demon in front of you. 

“Remove the rest, darling” 

Humiliated and terrified you remove your jeans, leaving them in a pool at your feet with your boots, tucking your shaking hands behind you to remove your bra. You cursed as the clasp kept slipping from your fingers, your eyes screwed shut to keep yourself from crying as your panic rose. The longer you took the more your hands shook, the cloying feel of death creeping up your spine. 

A shadow and sudden presence had your eyes shooting open. Lazar towered over you, one long clawed hand gripped the seat behind you as his other slid along the skin of your ribs to your back, painfully slow. His bright inhuman eyes locked with yours; a predator with his prey in sight. With a flick of his deft fingers the clasp shot open, and one tug to the front had it falling away from your arms, baring your naked breasts to him. 

You stared up in horror, eyes unable to leave his piercing stare as your chest shook with unshed cries. You heard the ripping of fabric as his claws raked marks through the leather behind your head, his teeth gritted and jaw flexing. He looked in pain as he stared down, gently reaching a clawed nail to graze your hard nipple. With the barest of touches hardening the bud he pulled away in a flash, returning to his seat opposite you in the blink of an eye. 

You let out a shaky gasp as the tension in the air lessened without his presence bearing down upon you. Without further command you began to remove your underwear. Lazar growled, a deep guttural and animalistic sound, halting your movements. 

“Leave them” 

It hardly sounded like him, the monster within taking over. You flicked your hands away from your undergarment like it burned your flesh, pushing yourself back against the seat in the hopes you would sink through the material to safety. 

You felt his eyes roving over your figure, devouring every inch of you, his hands gripping the back of the seats hard. The leather squeaked and buckled under his tight grip. As seconds passed of him simply staring at you, you awaited your inevitable death. With the thunder in his eyes you were sure that was his plan. To strip you, humiliate you, and then kill you. 

“Touch yourself” he said. 

You blinked, unsure if you had misunderstood him. As the confused look passed your face he spoke again. 

“I want you to touch yourself. Bring yourself to climax” 

He leant forward, just enough for you to see the smirk curling his vicious lips. A wicked, evil smile dripping with charm. You wondered how many women, and men, he had spoken to like this over his many centuries of undead life. An unnatural pang of something spread through your chest as your hand slowly trailed down your body, fingers slipping under the top of your underwear. Surely you weren’t jealous of others being demeaned like this? 

The tension in the car mounted, your prior disgust and humiliation beginning to melt away under his alluring gaze. He hummed his approval as you began to circle that small bundle of nerves, fear and surprising arousal driving your actions. 

Lazar set the pace. If you slowed, he snarled his disapproval, and if you quickened too much he would tut or hum, pleased with the control he had over your vulnerable form. 

“What a pretty sight” he hummed. 

He kept you teetering on the edge for what felt like hours, your body highly strung and ready to burst at any moment. He seemed to know exactly how close you were at all times, his unblinking stare never leaving your form. Specifically your eyes. He held your gaze firm and tight, challenging you to look away and lower your guard. Your heart thumped faster in your chest. You knew he would strike when your resolve broke. 

Your fingers sped up, slick covering your hand and likely the seat beneath you. Your cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. How could you be deriving pleasure from this? 

As your movements increased, breathy gasps leaving your lips, Lazar made no sound to stop you. You took this opportunity to chase your high, tension pulled like an elastic band ready to snap. You couldn’t take it anymore. You felt the familiar coil of your approaching orgasm build, getting closer and closer to your peak. Your noises became more frequent, more moans and whimpers than hidden gasps now that shame was absent from the situation. 

That’s when you made a lethal mistake. Reaching the crest of your orgasm, your head thrown back and eyes shut, gaze broken from the vampire in charge. 

Lazar was on you before you could cry out. His body pushed yours into the seat, a hand in your hair to keep your head back whilst the other found your waist, keeping you pinned. Sharp fangs sank into your throat, tips piercing the artery and drawing your life force into his waiting mouth. He moaned openly against the wound as he sucked and licked, grinding against you on the seat. 

Your orgasm didn’t falter. It crashed over you like a tidal wave, vision flashing white as pain and pleasure mixed to form a crescendo that thrashed your body. Your hand came out of your underwear as quick as it had arrived, reaching up to push against Lazar as he drew more of your blood into his mouth. His hand quickly replaced yours, finding your clit and encircling it with expert fingers. He rubbed quick circles around the bud, drawing moans and whimpers as you cried from the overwhelming sensations, pushing your body into overstimulation.

You came again as his fangs released from your neck, his fingers still moving expertly against you. He watched with rapt attention as you came undone on his hand, leaking wetness across the seat beneath you. He had never been more enraptured. 

As his hand left your underwear you brought a shaky hand up to your neck, feeling the warmth of your own blood pulsing from the wound, beginning to coagulate with his venom. Your head swam with a dizzying sensation, body heating up as fire spread throughout your veins. 

“What-what have you done to me?” You whispered. 

Lazar didn’t answer. His usually bright eyes were flooded with darkness, lust taking over as he grabbed your body hold. He flipped you, pressing your face against the leather stained with blood and keeping it there, the other hand angling your hips towards his own. Your knees scraped against the floor of the limo, the hard floor grating against the skin. 

You felt his claws snap the bands of your underwear, the now useless cloth dropping to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to the monster behind you. Through your fuzzy head you heard him groan, running his fingers through your folds and gathering the wetness there. Turning your head as far as you could, you caught sight of him licking your wetness from his fingers, your release mixing with the blood staining his mouth. His eyes closed and he groaned, a throaty sound that had you clenching around nothing. It was a shamefully erotic sight. He caught you staring and held your gaze with a smirk. 

“Almost perfect” he sighed. 

He turned your head back around with a forceful shove of his hand, cutting of your view of his next moves. You could feel your pulse pound inside your skull, the feeling of blood still leaking from your neck and dripping down over your chest causing waves of pleasure as it passed over your burning skin. You heard his belt buckle loosen and the rustle of fabric, enough to know his next plans. 

Suddenly your head was wrenched back, cold leather wrapping around your throat and pulling you up until your back hit Lazar’s chest. His grip was like iron, your hands scrambling to pull at the collar he had fashioned from his belt. It worsened your already swimming head, pushing all other thoughts from your head aside from the man grinding into you. 

You felt his cock slide against you, gathering your wetness along his shaft. He leaned into your neck, licking and kissing his way up to your ear, his breath hot against you. 

“I have big plans for you, my darling. You and your son” he whispered, licking the shell of your ear. 

Your heart froze. 

“What have you done to Caleb?” You groaned out, blood turning cold in your veins at the thought of him being harmed. 

Lazar continued to grind himself against you, threatening to pull your mind away from the pressing danger. 

“I’ve done nothing” he squeezed the belt a little tighter, “it’s what Abigail is doing” 

Panic rose as your breath failed you, vision blurring and darkness pulling at the edges. Lazar waited until the last possible moment to release the pressure, allowing you a momentary reprieve. You coughed, fingers still weakly pushing at the belt. He tightened his hold again, lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Together, we’ll be a family” he whispered. 

You had but a second to contemplate his words, feeling the effects of his venom spreading through you, turning your body into a monster, before you felt his hips slam forward. You cried out at the intrusion, his cock stretching you and hitting all the way to the hilt, his hips pressed firmly against your backside. 

Lazar groaned out, enjoying the way your walls clenched around him the tighter he pulled the belt at your throat. He revelled in the control he had over your body, the ability to take your life should he choose, made him rock hard. He supposed he had already taken your life, gazing down at the wound on your neck. Your life would never be the same, and you would never escape him. 

He began to thrust his hips, pulling out agonisingly slowly only to snap his hips back into you. Tears began to leak from the corners of your eyes, mouth open with moans as his cock drilled into you, quickening in pace as he steadily lost control of his animalistic nature. He pulled your head all the way back, cutting off your air completely as his hips all but stopped. You felt his long tongue run up the side of your face, from your jaw to your cheek, collecting the wetness of your tears. You whimpered at the sensation, the sound small and vulnerable with lack of air. 

He growled into your ear, slamming his hips back into you and resuming his quick pace, loosening the belt enough to allow you breath. The obscene sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the limousines interior, broken only by your cries and Lazar’s groans of pleasure. His hand on your hip held you in a crushing grip, sure to leave bruises. If you survived this encounter.

You felt the familiar build of your orgasm approach, core tightening as you approached your release. Lazar could sense the change in you, the fluttering of your walls and the higher pitched cries that left your sweet lips his sign. This time he leaned down to your ear, bending his body over your back and forcing your hips to arch further into his, forcing his cock even deeper at this angle. 

“Cum for me. Cum and seal your fate, darling” he cooed. 

You had no mind to hold back, the monster at your back having fucked it out of you. Your orgasm crashed over you, heightened by his hips continuing to snap into you. He pushed your body into overstimulation, body shaking from one orgasm and racing towards another. Your vision was almost completely gone and your eyes rolled back inside your skull, thoughts only of the cock drilling so deliciously in and out of you. 

With a final grunt and a tug on the belt at your throat Lazar emptied himself inside you, pushing his hips flush with yours as you felt his warm release coat your walls. Your body shook, uncontrolled spasms wracking your weakened form. A searing pain shot through your neck, the wound burning. 

Lazar released his hold on the belt, allowing you to flop forward onto the stained seats. He pulled his cock slowly out of you, hissing at the sensation. He watched his release flow out of your quivering pussy, reaching down to push some back inside you, enjoying the way you whimpered. 

Your vision began to fade, exhaustion taking over your body. You felt strong arms wrap around you, picking you up with a quick grace and laying you in their lap. Your fading vision blinked up at Lazar, cradling your head on his lap and rubbing your hair. The action would be sweet if it were anyone else, and if you weren’t dying. 

“Sleep. Life begins anew when you awake” he said, planting a kiss against your forehead as your vision faded to black. 

You only hoped Caleb would forgive you. 

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Sly Little Tease

Simon Riley (Ghost) x F Reader

Simon is home after months away and you've missed him; you plan on making the most of your time together ;)

Content Warnings: smut (of course) so MDNI, consensual, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, p in v, slight choking, manhandling, mating press, degradation, names (use of slut, princess, cocktease etc.), praise, slight spanking, mentions of birth control (be safe out there!) Do let me know if I've forgotten anything :) Word Count: 3K

Heaving a deep sigh and running a hand across the back of his neck, Ghost stared across the living room into the kitchen, you standing at the counter. Lost in the soulful music playing from the speaker, you swayed your hips slowly to the beat whilst preparing dinner for you both.

It was Ghost’s first couple of days back from a tough mission, having been apart for months, and you wanted to do something special for him, a welcome home present. You , of course, had a more devious plan than just dinner for the night. Perhaps dessert for the weary soldier. Ghost was always pent up when he returned from his missions, but his affections were unusually absent these past few days. He had even kept his mask on. 

You had chosen to wear a mini skirt for the evening, the hem barely scraping the curve of your pert butt, your knee length checkered apron only highlighting the skimpy length. You made sure to roll your hips around as the beat echoed off the small kitchen, ensuring Ghost’s eyes lingered on your shapely thighs as you practically ground against the counter and hum along to the song. A quick glance over confirmed his calculating gaze was fixed on you. 

Ghost tried to focus on cleaning the gun on the table in front of him. He really did. But it was becoming increasingly difficult with the way you moved, the sway of your hips catching his eye. He forced himself to look away, back to the task at hand, his peripheral vision betraying him as your form was still fully visible. It was driving him insane. He knew what you were trying to achieve with this sensual little act, and the increasing hardness between his legs was becoming difficult to contain. He adjusted himself in his cargos, the fabric becoming tight and uncomfortable for the solider. 

With a final glance up at you, the tease of your upper thighs and the crest of your ass peeking out of the skirt, he gave in to the desire rushing through him with a muttered ‘fuck’. He approached quietly, gripping your waist with one hand as the other snaked up your front to your neck. A gentle yet firm grip on your throat had you pausing, attempting to hide the smirk that adorned your face. Your plan had worked. 

He tilted your chin up to face him, your size difference apparent in how he shadowed your small frame. 

“You sly little tease” he growled. “Is this the little surprise you told me to prepare for?”

The heat radiating from his body pressed so closely to yours made your cheeks flush and your breath quicken. You felt him pull your hips closer to his, feeling the hardness of his cock pushing against you. Ghost groaned at the contact, the friction only serving to tease him further with the barrier of his cargos keeping him from your soft skin. He tightened his grip on your throat, a gasp leaving you at the intensity in his gaze. 

“You treat me so well, darling” he whispered, “Presenting this beautiful body just for me, for me to stare at, for me to imagine all the ways I want to fuck you senseless princess” 

You moaned at his words as he began to massage the spot on your waist he was gripping, rubbing small circles into your exposed skin. 

Suddenly, he spun you around to face him, gripping the backs of your thighs in his calloused hands and hoisting you onto the counter top, dinner long forgotten. He spread your legs with strong hands and stood between them to get as close to you as possible, caging you in with his arms. Sizzling loudly beside you, your eyes darted to the saucepan on the stove top warily. Ghost gripped your chin in his hands, turning you back to him. 

“Eyes on me, darling” he growled as he reached over, switching off the heat. He kept his eyes fixed on yours, never breaking the tension between you. Leaning down, he lifted the bottom of his mask as his lips connected with yours in a heated, passionate and possessive kiss, parting your lips with his tongue to deepen it. You moaned into the kiss, tingles erupting on your body everywhere his skilled hands touched. His fingers teased the hem of your top, lifting it slowly, higher, parting from your lips only to hoist the material over your head and discard it behind him on the floor. 

“Mask. On or off, love?” He asked between kisses, becoming just as breathless as you. You bit your lip as you thought, weighing up your options. 

“Keep it on?” you questioned, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “But not because I don’t love your face, I-” 

Ghost silenced your thoughts with a finger to your lips, his lips quirking into a smirk before he brought his own down onto you. A hand slid up your body to grip your bra-clad breast, squeezing in rhythm with his deep kisses. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra with quick fingers, a gasp leaving you, allowing him further access to devour your moans and whimpers, wicked tongue tangling with yours. That hand returned to your now bare breast and massaged it, rolling your nipple between his deft fingers, your back arching with need as it stiffened beneath his touch. 

His other hand traveled lower to the edge of your skirt, playing with the hem before lifting it to move his hand slowly up your thigh with the gentlest of touches. Your whole body felt like it was on fire the closer he got to your core, where you wanted him the most. Time slowed as he worked small circles into the skin of your thigh, you felt impatient with his teasing. As his hand finally reached your hip and smoothed upwards without hindrance, his kiss paused. He pulled away from your mouth, a smirk pulling at his mouth once more. 

“No panties to match?” He smirked, “my dirty little princess planned this further than I thought” 

“I don’t know what you mean, I was just making dinner for my wonderful soldier” you grinned, a teasing lilt to your voice underneath the innocent façade. 

“Oh that’s how you wanna play this?” He gripped your chin tightly, “that none of this was planned you little slut? I’m not buying it” 

He grasped your thigh in a tight grip, spreading you even further on the counter top, and pulled you to the edge. His fingers slipped lower, the lightest of brushes across your clit made you arch into him as they slid further down between your folds, coated in the evidence of your excitement.  

“Well, well, well, just as I thought. My dirty little cocktease is soaking wet for me” his fingers circled your clit purposefully, eliciting another gasp as you whimper against him, hands clutched to his shirt. His firm grip on your chin ensured you couldn’t look away from the burning lust in his gaze, daring you to look away. 

“I guess I should fix that, would you like that?” His fingers circled your clit again and another whimper slipped free, your body so pent up you were desperate for release. You nodded, more whimpers slipping past your lips, your core burning with the need for him to apply just a little more pressure. 

“Use your words, princess” he growled, “or I leave you here dripping on this counter, empty and aching”

“Yes, yes” you gasped out, begging him to stop teasing. 

“Yes, what?” He quirked a brow, the edges of his eyes crinkling under his mask, a feral grin on his lips. You groaned, your body feeling like an elastic band pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment. 

“Yes, sir” you moaned, your eyes conveying the lust, desire and love you felt for the man in front of you. You begged him with that simple look.

“Much better” he smirked. 

You sighed in relief, but it was short lived. Ghost removed his fingers from circling your clit, causing you to whine at the loss of sensation. So damn close. Just as quickly as the sound of disappointment left your throat, he dropped to his knees in front of you, mask pulled away from his mouth. He hooked your legs over his broad shoulders and pulled your hips to his awaiting mouth. 

The cry that came from you echoed around the room as his expert tongue dove into you, fucking you with the sleek muscle as his thumb came to circle your clit in quick circles. Your hands grabbed hold of the counter top to steady yourself as Ghost ate you out like you were his last meal. The slurping sounds coming from his lips as he made a mess of you were sinful. You were sure your neighbours wouldn’t be pleased with the noises coming from your apartment, but you’d be lying if you said you cared. In this moment, it was all about the man worshipping you with his tongue. 

“Fuck, Ghost” 

Moans and whimpers were the extent you could manage between strokes of his tongue, his fingers moving faster and working you into a frenzy, pulling you closer to that edge you were begging to crest. 

“I want you to cum for me, darling” his words vibrated against your pussy as his fingers kept their pace. “Right here, right now, cum for me”

Your body followed his orders on instinct, the coil in your stomach snapping as your orgasm crashed over you, hard. You grabbed the back of Ghost’s head, pulling him closer to your core as you gripped the counter with your other hand with a tight fist. 

Ghost gave you no reprieve as he stood and gripped your hips. You assumed he would lift you down from the counter. Wrong. He hoisted you up over his shoulder in one quick move, your skirt bunching around your waist and exposing everything to him. 

“Ghost what the hell! Put me down!” You slapped his shoulder. You received a harsh smack on your ass cheek in response. You only hoped he didn’t notice how you clenched at the strike. 

“After all your teasing in the kitchen, I think it’s my turn to have a little fun” he rubbed his hand soothingly over your behind on the imprint of his hand. As he neared your bedroom, he gripped the waistband of the skirt and slid it down your smooth legs, leaving it in the hallway.

Ghost lifted you off his shoulder onto the bed, your body bouncing as you hit the soft duvet and pillows of your King size. He paused, staring down at you for an age, eyes running over your form with a deep desire in his gaze. He sighed deeply, eyes coming to settle on yours. 

“So beautiful” he whispered. You suddenly felt shy as his words hit you, more naked than you already were. This was not the lust filled Ghost talking, this was Simon. Your Simon. 

He quickly removed his shirt, tossing it into the corner and unbuckling his belt. Slowly, with you watching, he unbuttoned the cargos, sliding the zip lower before pulling them off and climbing onto the bed with you. He brought his lips to yours as his body settled over you, taking care not to crush you with his giant frame. Hands caressed your body and lifted your hips towards his, grinding himself against you to pull more sweet sounds from your mouth. Ghost reached over you, pulling a pillow from behind your head, carefully sliding it under your hips. You quirked a brow at his actions in question. 

“Better angle darling, trust me you’ll love it” he winked before continuing his deep kisses and light caresses of your body. You slid your hands along his chest and torso, marvelling at the tight corded muscles of his back and arms, the protruding veins of his forearms and hands. You loved all of him. You slid your hands lower, your hand ghosting around where he wanted you to touch the most. 

“I need you, please” you whispered against his ear, watching a shiver run over him, his eyes closing at your words. 

“Say it again” he groaned, grinding against you again. 

“I need you” 

Your hand finally settled on his hard cock, the tip red and leaking pre cum as  you pumped your hand slowly, a deep groan spilling from his gritted teeth. 

“You been keeping up with your pills or do I need a jacket tonight, baby?” He inquired, already starting to reach for the cabinet beside your bed. You grabbed his hand, steering him away from the cabinet and back towards you on the bed. 

“I’m all set, tonight I want all of you” you whispered, squeezing your hand on his cock to punctuate your point. His breath stuttered at the contact and a deep growl rumbled in his chest. He pushed you back onto the bed and positioned himself between your thighs, aligning himself between your legs. His hands caressed your skin, gaze locked on your eyes. His whole body vibrated with need for you. Need to be with you and around you always, and need to be inside of you. Right now.

Seeing the wordless thoughts in his gaze, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to where you needed him. Gliding his tip through your folds, gathering the wetness there, he continued to tease as you whimpered and squirmed. 

“You ready? Ready for me to fuck you, just like you’ve been begging me all night? Is that what my dirty girl wants?” He growled, dipping the tip of his cock inside of you as his fingers circled your clit slowly again, building you back up to that peak. 

“Yes, please” you moaned out. You whimpered as he pinched your clit, your back arching off the bed. A pointed look told you what he wanted. 

“Yes sir” 

Ghost groaned low in his throat as he slowly pushed into your pussy, your tight walls squeezing and pulsing around him, driving him to want to quit the gentle love making and cut straight to fucking you. Hard. 

He pushed inch after inch into you, your walls fluttering at the stretch and full feeling. When he was fully seated inside you, hips pressed to yours, it felt like he was in your throat. His girth and size stretched you deliciously every time you were together. You always longed for these days when he was away, the need for him mounting as you’d count down the days until his return. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tightened your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer. He was going painfully slow and gentle with you, but you needed him to properly fuck you. To take you rough and hard. 

“Please, I need you to fuck me. Or is all that talk of taking me earlier just for show?” You smirked, a devilish glint in your eye. You knew what to say to rile him up, to push him over the edge. 

Ghost said nothing in response as his eyes darkened. He pulled out agonisingly slow; you thought maybe your tease hadn’t worked. The breath was sapped from your lungs as he snapped his hips, his entire length entering you in one hard thrust. You cried out as he furiously slammed into you, skin slapping skin as Ghost pounded you into the bed, indecipherable moans leaving your mouth. He leaned down to your ear, hand on your throat, whispering filthy things and punctuating each praise and pet name with a harsh thrust. 

“You tease and you taunt, but all you need is a big cock to shut you up? You dirty little slut. I’ll fuck you as hard as you want, darling” he snarled, biting into your neck, your back arching into him, eyes rolling back with the mix of pain and pleasure. 

He suddenly stopped, pulled out of you with a deep groan and grabbed your legs, pushing them up over his shoulders and thrusting back into you in one stroke. This new position had him feeling even deeper within you and you screamed in pleasure. The tight coil of your second orgasm of the night began to form, building to a quick crescendo. Ghost felt you tighten around him and deepened his strokes to press against that spot that had you crying out for him. 

“You gonna cum, princess? Cum, do it, now” he demanded, maintaining his thunderous pace of snapping his hips into you. 

That tight coil in your stomach snapped, causing you to see stars as your vision blackened and your body buzzed with energy, toes curling and fingers gripping anywhere you could. Your breath stopped as your heart pounded wildly in your chest from the intensity. Ghost continued to thrust into you, pushing you into overstimulation as you rode out your high. 

With your tight walls clamping down on him, he followed shortly after, thrusting his hips into you and spilling deep inside you with a final groan. 

He slowly pulled out of you and sat back on his heels, removing the pillow from under your hips and carefully lowering you back down to the soft duvet. He rolled himself over onto the bed next to you, huffing a long breath as he came down from his own high. You rolled your tired body to face him, the masked man smiling at you already. He pulled you closer into his side, tucking your body protectively into your side. You reached up to the edge of his mask, slowly lifting it up his face and pulling it off. You ran your hands across his cheek and jaw, the rough lines of his face, lifting up to plant a soft kiss to his lips. You placed your head underneath his, cuddling into him and wrapping your arms tightly around him. 

“I love you, Simon. All of you” you nuzzled your flushed face into his warm chest. 

“I love you too, darling” he whispered, kissing the top of your head and squeezing you against him.  

“So, dinner?” You asked, turning your gaze up to his. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating through your own body. 

“As long as I get dessert after” he grinned with a wink before pulling you in for another kiss.