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Secret Admirer - SIMON RILEY

Hey my loves. I just got back and I'm sorry, I was kinda on the grind on cod for the past week. And hello!? 61 followers,500+ notes on my last few posts!?

Starstruck.

Thanks for keeping this blog alive in my absence :.)

Also hey new followers last I remember I had like 20 idk whats happeninggg aaa

The luminous bar illuminated your eyes with a golden haze as you mixed drinks with tender hands, your gliding hips swaying from customer to customer. They were all entranced by those alluring eyes, staring into their dirty souls, filled with lust as your snug apron hugged your curves. Your immersive voice, a melodic sound blessing customers ears as you tended to their needs. The air is sweet with the mixed notes of beverages, and cocktails, clashing with each other as your heavy-heeled boots made resonant creaks against the weathered wooden floorboards.

The air buzzed with ebullient chatter, occasional clinks of glasses with heavy laughs, dripping with testosterone. But you'd feel the world grow bitter from those daggering, soulless eyes from across the bar, ones that wouldn't leave you for a moment. It only made your body tense. You weren't sure if it was from excitement or intimidation.

Ghosts scarred hands swayed scotch in endless circles, creating a mini-whirlpool. You'd smirk, maybe that was your small guilty pleasure. To feel enveloped in someone's possessive gaze. Their possessive touch after work.

Lips binding together. Ghosts saliva tart, seeping into you like poison. Having you gasp so sweetly through every slight touch.

As Ghost's calloused hands memorized your body before he left for 141 again, your velvet-like skin against his. His musky scent would linger where he once kissed you, where he once fucked you. Slick entrance lubing his hardened tip in mercy.

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König's big d issues੭ৎ

König thrived to see you struggle on his massive cock. Not because you lacked substantial skill, because you were far from it, the sheer size and intensity was just quite intimidating.

With your tiny, delicate hands caressing his thick length, gliding over each vein caused pre-cum to slick over your fingers. Each tentative stroke had him leaning back with a self-assured smirk carving on his lips as you hesitated, fingers grappling over his shaft.

"You can do better than that, mein Schatz," He murmured, breath growing heavier, laden with anticipation while he bucked his hips teasingly in challenge and desire. The hardened tip nudging against your plump lips in encouragement and smouldering desire.

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Morning Sex with Simon ੭ৎ

Thank you so much for the reblogs on my last post! Also for my followers!! I'm forever grateful for you guys. love you all :)

Awakening to Ghost was a fantasy that seemed almost too real to be true.

Snuggling next to him under the crinkled white sheets, your body nestled by his firm arm, squeezing you softly. His gentle snores, a rhythmic lullaby as you threaded through his scalp, fingers brushing through his sandy blond hair, each strand feeling like silk against skin while you eyed him with pure devotion, pressing your lips to his forehead.

Nobody knew how Soft Simon could be with you. Only a few saw this tender side hiding behind his firm military exterior. Sighing contentedly, You started to slip your legs out of the bedding. Only to be met with a rough hand reeling you back as you squealed quietly.

"Simon-"

"Mh, no princess, we're not done here…" Ghost's croaky voice was thick with sleep as half his face rested in the plush pillows, half-lidded, looking into yours with desire and affection.

"Come here.." He smirked, his tone drowsy, but he couldn't get enough of you as you stumbled over the duvet to meet his yearning lips before breaking away suddenly.

"You know I have bad morning breath," you muttered, lips still puffy and lush from sleep. Morning breath was the furthest thing from Ghost's mind.

"I've smelt the worst scents you could ever imagine on 141…and you ain't one of them", he mumbled, pinching your chin with rough fingers with hints of affection.

"Oh yeah?" You teased, chuckling lightly as you delved back into the desired kiss, lips parted for your dear Simon Riley.

Fingers glided over scars that could tell a million stories as he lifted your delicate body onto his, letting the duvet envelop both bodies as he held you in an eager embrace over his chest, keeping you nice and snug under his admirable watch.

Ghost thrived in control. He hated feeling intimidated or under strict submission. But with those pleading eyes, those moist lips covered with his sleepy kisses, it was enough to make him feel secure. The world fell still when he was in your comforting presence.

"Fuck, do you know how bad I will miss you when I return to the task force?" Ghost murmured against your lips, his eyes weary, the hardened head of his cock pressing insistently against your backside, pleading for attention.

You only exhaled deeply, nuzzling the crook of his neck, stubble tickling your nose. The sultry aroma you let off intertwined with his musky, rich cologne drove you both off the hook.

"I know, honey, I know…" You purred, your satin nightdress playing a friction over Ghost, causing his breath to hitch.

You'd straddle him with languid grace, leaving heartfelt kisses down his neck. His hands would skim down your nightdress, palming your ass as he guided your undulating movements. Your molten kisses ignite trails of fire along his skin.

Your body was ethereal, leaving Ghost in awe like he was some desperate virgin. It amused you slightly, his heavy breaths giving shivers down your spine.

"Can you fill me up at least before you go?" You pleaded, the dimly lit room shadowing your figure.

All this only to make Ghost ache more as he teased a hand under your dress, fingers applying pressure up against that glistening cunt that would weep for his attention.

"Is that really a question, doll?" You can't help but moan softly, his thick fingers digging deeper.

Your voice was melodic to the man. He was already imagining how it would feel not to be able to fuck you in the comfort of their apartment. To not be inside your gummy walls that could clasp onto his fingers, pleading for him not to let go.

Ghost entangled his fingers in your hair as he fisted his cock with one hand. Instinctively, your body would arch in submission to Ghost's hardened dick, begging to be fed into your creamy cunt, opened wide just for him. Your shaky hands are gripping his t-shirt, holding onto your remaining self-control for him.

Ghost wanted to pound into you, milking every drop he had left in himself in the midst of not being able to gaze into those longing eyes for the next few weeks. You'd whimper. The unexpected stretch of him going inside you makes your eyes tear.

"I'm sorry.." Ghost apologizes, his voice hoarse, kissing your tears away as his thrusts grow forceful.

He grew less apologetic; however, that soft side of him was short-lived with sex. Bouncing you up and down his cock, balls deep, the air growing thick with your laboured breaths and cries of his name. Each pound sends shivering shocks to your pink cervix as your pussy pulsates, squeezing his hardened dick even more, precum lacing down your doughy thighs.

Ghost's thumb would greedily press on your clit, making you squirm in his potent grip. Murmuring sweet, dirty words into your ear, leaving you gagged of any reply. The dawning light would highlight your curves through the opened slit in the curtain. The quiet ruffles of the covers mixed with Ghosts grinding, making your thighs tense in ecstasy.

Pretty cum oozing out your swollen cunt as Ghost cast his fat load into you, left with a rough groan. His sloppy pumps into you make you whimper, his shirt becoming a lifeline. Exhaustion set you limp in his arms, soft pants tingling on Ghost's neck, making him smirk. Relishing the mark he left on you, a lingering reminder of his return.

"What's wrong, y/n? Did I make you go stupid?"

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König's sweet affection ੭ৎ

I missed writing for you, luvs. I wanted to be a bit more detailed in my writing, so I have been working on that!! Anyways enjoy I'll make sure to upload something more freaky later xx

The city air stood cold and chilled, sending goosebumps down your tender skin as your arms wrapped around your body, seeking warmth. You enjoyed the balcony in the morning, your fingertips running over the rim of your coffee mug lazily, rising steam making them tingle slightly. Your night dress would flutter softly in the dawn air as you drank in the sunrise, the crisp crackle of the fireplace creating a comforting ambience. König followed behind you, his hands groping your ass tensely as he took a soft breath, his arm wrapping around your stomach with ease.

"Did you sleep well, meine Liebe?" He asked in his husky German accent, making a blush creep across your cheeks as his body created a comforting warmth between the two of you. The memories of last night played back in your head, making you chuckle softly. "mh, I did, König," you murmured, turning to him, alluring doe eyes sending daggers into his dusty blue.

Your hand crept over his shoulder, pulling him close, yearning for comfort, the mix of gunpowder and vanilla mingling with each other as he pressed his pleading lips against yours, filled with a loving desire. Calloused hands wrapping round tightly.

König hoisted you up, holding you in his arms as you laughed so sweetly, your slippers sliding off as you begged him to set you down, wriggling in his grip.

"Lass uns wieder nach drinnen gehen, Schatz, I'm not done with you yet…"

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𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵- 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵

Alright, I think this is all I have left for today. :) I have no clue how I have grown for my first day here, but I hope you have a very blessed day/night.

For now, I'll just bless you with some Ghost smut because who doesn't like him? xx

Thank you to all my followers, reposters and loyal likers <33 I love ya!

Slight warning: Manipulation,Toxic , relationship and Cheating </3

The feeling of Ghost making your tummy swollen with his thick cum, your whimpers coming out with each hateful thrust. Soft gasps of "Si, I want to cum~" Leaving your shaken lips only provoking his lewd acts.

Gripping your wrists, bonding them together in one of his worn war-criminal hands, roughly positioning them above your lowering head, submitting in shame, Your eyes fixating on the bulge reappearing in your womb.

Your legs helplessly held upright on Ghost's shoulders, tensing each time he fucked you harder, more profound. Your legs would wrap around his neck; It was like a prised necklace to him as his other hand squeezed into your thigh, fingers digging deep in flesh. Ghost moaned louder; your slick, plumped entrance turned him into nothing but a greedy fuck, testing his limits as he seeped deeper, leaving kisses on your cervix. With a sense of urgency, his eyes are hungry for your desired release, but he wouldn't let you. He was too satisfied with your whimpers for him.

He wanted to see you struggle underneath his grip. The feeling of your pink walls clenching over his cock in a meer struggle turned him into more of a cum-hungry freak.

"Tell me you wanted this", Ghost grunted, your skin clashing against his in more prominent thrusts.

"I-I wanted this, Si." You just managed to squeak out, and that alone left you blank-minded.

And you did want this. You wanted Ghost to breed you out until you were nothing but a dumb mess on his bedroom floor, begging to be used again for his sick desires as his last load leaked out your stretched hole. Because there was nothing you would beg for, plead for, or kill for other than Ghost Simon Riley.

Ghost's lips turned into a soft smirk, he knew he won, he knew he had complete control over your overstimulated cunt. Your legs limp as they relax on his shoulders, drooping down slowly.

"Ah ah, Don't think I'm done with you yet." He perked up, teasing your breasts with one cold hand, palming them firmly, making you moan louder.

Your eyes would relax, pupils so dilated you'd fear they would burst; you were so cumdrunk the way he was going.

Was this a high sex drive? Was he really going to last this long?

But even so, you were lost if you would even survive it. Ghost had already pressed your pretty pussy to the limits, cum seeping out as he removed his cock, jerking at it amid your pleading view. Those eyes that begged for his cock, one you would worship if that meant he would keep fucking you.

Ghost returned two fingers to your raw pussy, a lustrous sigh leaving his lips as you winced, that alone enough to grip the sheets in mercy.

"You're going to hold that in for me, aren't you, princess?"

Ghost smirked, thumb teasing your clit as he rummaged his fingers deeper. Awaiting that quick pleading nod you always gave, he just loved how you looked so stupid, enough for his amusement entirely.

"You're going to keep all of that in, all of that while you're with your husband tonight...fucking slut aren't you?"

Your cheeks would turn a soft hue of red, and your legs parted, easy for him to access. It was as if he was giving you silent commands telepathically, telling you what he wanted, and you did just as he said, obeying those words in your thick, euphoric skull. He knew how to make you vulnerable and needy without a thought, a feeling no man had ever given you, his veiny dick fitting into you perfectly, velvet folds hugging round perfectly as no man had ever given you, not even your husband back at home.

And as if he couldn't do more damage to your poor soul, those petty lies he whispered, coursing through your frail heart, and you knew they weren't true. But it was enough to keep you returning, begging for his touch again;

"I love you princess..."

"I love you more, Simon.."

Thanks so so so much for taking the time to make it this far :)) bye luv x

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𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵- 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨

u guys making me feel special with all these likes gahhh. I'll edit this a little later, but I have a small one-shot for you lovely :)

Köing was not only nervous but also a caring man. At the start of your relationship, he only cared about you and what you craved and truly desired. This touched your heart, a giant prioritizing your wants and needs, even in the bedroom.

Köing never went too rough, constantly checking if you were okay as he kissed you softly, thrusting slowly into your glistening cunt, wetness dripping down your thighs mixed with his thick cum. Ready to be cleaned off by him later as he groaned your name in a mess of English and German, his voice lustful and loving. Your whimpers would echo in the bedroom; you had never adjusted to his size, not with a cock that big, stretching your gummy walls each time you fucked, only to feel like your first time all over again.

Köing was indeed everything you could ever want. His soft touch and alluring eyes, his tall, possessive figure that would make you wetter just looking at him as he held your hand in public, fingers intertwined—he was all yours.

Your sex drive was already at a painful high, and Köing adored it, never wasting a second as those eyes that would flutter every time he pushed into you harder with pure ease, legs over his shoulders, shaking while he eyed you in pure lust, panting like a worn dog, just in pure admiration for your body. Your tiny hands that dug into his biceps as he begged to go faster, a primal urge that tried to control him before he filled your swollen pussy up but;

"No, not just yet, my love. You get to cum when I want you to~." You smirked, hands caressing his hair back, fingers intertwining, knowing this got to him.

You liked to see him beg, to struggle to hold his leaking cum.

Sensitive, aren't you König?

Sensitive to your silky folds, the squelching, sloppy noises as his strength diminished under you.

And poor König, trying so hard to pull himself together as he grunted, kissing your neck in desperation, his stubble tickling against your tender skin, a yearning desire that he craved every night. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively as you mumbled sweet words into his ear because he deserved it. He deserved to feel special.

And as he couldn't hold it any longer, sinking into you, seed spilling into your pretty pussy, your greedy fingers circled your clit, begging for a release in return.

Edit: Thank you for the reblogs on my last 2 posts! I'm forever grateful to every one of you! I've reached, somehow, 50+ likes!? Insane work, thank you, luvs <3

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𝘊𝘖𝘋 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵- 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵

Hiya pretty! tysm for the likes on the last post, the repost, and the follow omfg(ilysm)...I was so surprised when I checked. Thank you so so much. Anyway, here's a second part of my fanfiction. Love ya. xx

Part of my Ghost fanfic on Wattpad <33 (Fr1edC0rp) <- if you wanna find me there love :)

his thumb teasing your lower lip. Fuck he was getting hard just by looking at those needy eyes, waiting, waiting for him to do anything without any consequences. He'd tried to keep his composure for you, but you weren't making it any easier.

You would grow flustered, noting as Ghost's breath grew deeper from his arousal. He would brush strands of hair back, memorising your features for his pleasures later. He'd remove his thumb from your lip, watching as you'd palm his crotch with dirty intent. He never took you for a girl who was this confident, but it only caused his erection to grow, begging to be let out as your hand caressed him through his cargo—causing Ghost to let out a low grunt in pleasure and lustrous pain.

"I never took you as a needy girl, " he teased, starting to unbuckle his belt, trying to stay quiet regarding how late it was.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it.." You're words trailed off as Ghost sighed, revealing his hard length, jerking it slowly.

"Damn right you can't, princess"

Ghost's voice dripped with possessiveness as he played with himself in the amides of your needy gaze. Your pussy throbbing more, almost becoming too painful to endure any longer. He'd smirk his hand, teasing those plump lips.

You wanted him to use you until you were swollen with his warm cum. Tripping over yourself after he takes the ability to use your legs with ease. A sweet fantasy that you feared would be true from his prominent jerks, his pre-cum leaking from the tip as his cock twitched for your lips. You'd lick Ghost's cum, suckling softly on the tip as he bucked his hips, moaning softly. You never realised how sensitive he was until now, his hand resting at the back of your head, holding your hair up.

Your head would lower in submission to Ghost's cock, reaching down it slowly as you'd try to take all of it. Your mouth would try to resist, warning you as your head went lower, his dick reaching the back of your throat.

"Fucking hell." Ghost murmured, pressing your head down, testing how far you could really go, Your tongue tracing along his veiny cock.

You whimpered, your body protesting against him as you moved your head back up, coughing slightly. Your tongue left a trail of saliva right back to Ghost's dick, almost like a leash showing who you belonged to. Ghost didn't take no for an answer; however, watching as you went right back to his length, it was as if it was something you had craved since he walked into that clinic, waiting to be cared for by your soft, tender hands. Ones that trembled as if they had never touched a man so intimately.

And Goddamn, did that turn him on even more.

"Good girl, taking my cock so well", He praised, leaning back in the clinic chair. The sounds of your whimpers are like a melody he could never get tired of.

"Oh? You want everyone to hear?" Ghost smirked, jerking his cock into your mouth, enhancing those whimpers even more.

He would softly groan as you sucked harder, almost in revenge for his countless teasing. But he didn't complain, your mouth working him to a climax quicker than he expected. Ghost held your hair tighter as you lubed his cock up with your saliva, dripping onto your uniform as well as his pre cum from before. You'd rock your head back and forth, holding gaze with his eyes that would shut in pure ecstasy, a low groan escaping his lips. His load piling into your mouth.

Ghost pinched your cheeks softly, your tongue rolling out to show the mess they made.

"God, you're so perfect", He muttered, panting softly. "Swallow that for me, princess."

istg if you made it this farrr. Tysm. I am so happy you found some sort of interest in this :)

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𝘊𝘖𝘋 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵- 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵

I'm deadass so new to Tumblr, but I really want to get my writing out there so please read this, or feel free to at least xx

Part of my Ghost fanfic on Wattpad <33 (Fr1edC0rp) <- if you wanna find me there love :)

Ghost fidgeted with the lace of your thong, sliding it down, your wetness glistening as they hit the floor. He would smirk to himself, wondering if you'd worn red thongs just in the hopes that he would fuck you senselessly one day, leaving you in a stupid mess when he was finally finished. He wouldn't be surprised. The tension they had for each other had him on edge all week, the pain of holding down his hard erection becoming more of a challenge.

Ghost trailed his rough fingers along your pussy, teasing the entrance before he entered you. And that alone was enough to have you crying out for him in an undeniable orgasm.

"Ghost-" You winced before gripping his shoulders as if it was the last thing holding you sanity together before you let go completely.

You'd bury your face as Ghost curled his fingers inside of you, making sure to make you squeal as your walls clenched around him. Ghost tugged your hair back, wanting to see every expression that played on your pretty face while he fingered you without a thought.

"No, look at me, princess, you're going to show me just how badly you wanted this", Ghost grumbled, his thumb circling your clit slow but hard, having you take a sharp gasp, your mind going blank, almost euphoric.

How could a man, such a cold, ruthless man, make you feel this good? That's a question you could ask yourself later after he fucked you with his war-criminal fingers, stretching you out enough to wonder how that cock would feel, buried deep inside of you.

"Ghost, I'm going to cum-" You'd warn, your legs shaking as he rough fucked you, a third finger finding a way to fit, tight, but just enough to pleasure you even more.

Ghost pained you even more in the build-up to your orgasm stopping, making you sigh, your hands shaking as you held onto him. He'd tug his fingers out, leaving panting, almost as if you lost a part of yourself.

"I want you to cum right on my cock", He murmured into your ear, his voice challenging with a hint of a sadistic manner intertwined.

"I-" Ghost held his wet fingers up to your lips, making you lick the mess off of them. That was one way to shut you up as he aligned his hardened cock up to that burning entrance, begging to be fucked.

He wasn't a man to allow you to adjust, not when he was this horny. Ghost's length forced its way inside, having you gagged off any comments as he held your hips down, fingers digging into your skin, burrowing his dick as far as he could. You could almost see it pushing at your womb, begging to go further, to fill you up.

It was virtually instinctive as you arched your back, bouncing up and down on his cock, skin slapping against skin, having him watch back in awe as your body moved in such a desirable way. A way that could send him to an early grave the way you went. You wanted to milk every drop out of his cocky self. You wanted to show you could take it, take the burn of his dick throbbing as you'd tighten your walls around it, begging to cum for him.

"Fucking hell doll", Ghost moaned, moving in sync with the pace you went, regaining his dominance as he ploughed into your tight cunt rougher, faster, like a feral dog.

You'd whimper, begging Ghost to take it slower, the undeniable build-up of your climax overwhelming your body. Fucking him was too much to handle, yet get enough of, as he spread your legs on his lap, allowing him to thrust his cum into you, fucking it in, 'not wanting to waste a drop,' he said.

And he meant it.

You'd watch helplessly as his seed seeped out of your pussy right down his dick that still stayed inside you, throbbing against your walls. Ghost's hand guided your vision to his dilated eyes before your lips pressed against each other again. His kiss was weaker, his lips tasting of scotch and cigarettes; it was almost addictive. The air was now thick with lust, soft sounds of panting as he held you close, admiring the state you were in because of him. Ghost took pride in himself, a smirk playing on his lips before he let you go. A sudden groan escaped him as his half-hardened cock left your worn cunt.

You wanted to stay there forever, feeling him inside you, moulding himself into you for next time. Although, it felt as if you could never recover.

You would tie your hair into a messy bun to regain composure. Pulling your skirt down as it was halfway up your hips. Ghost was ruthless in terms of fucking. He was a man you would never forget, a man that would have you at the edge of your seat. He would lean back almost casually, watching you fix yourself up, stumbling slightly. It amused him.

"I really did one on you then", He teased as you picked your red-laced panties off the floor, almost in shame.

Ghost would buckle his cargo up, his belt echoing as the night stayed silent. He would lift himself off the chair, both hands finding your hips.

"Tomorrow night, same time," he muttered, his hands rubbing your hips in circular motions.

You'd look up at Ghost, his tone of voice was less of a question, more of a command.

"Yes, Lieutenant."

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