#ghost can dom me anyday

[jobean12-blog]

Surrender

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 674

Summary: Steve’s been gone on a mission for a week. He returns home and you want him to know how much you missed him. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ Kinktober celebration and day 16 (Oct 16th)- Dom character/sub reader. Went with nomad Steve because HELLO! He can dom me up anyday hehe. Enjoy! Thank you for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, light bondage, light smut-oral, dirty talk, teasing, Steve with the hair and beard... ;)

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Steve’s voice booms down the hall, his frustration with the new recruits over the latest mission loud and clear. You couldn’t wait to see him; it had been almost a week, but you knew he had to handle the debriefing right away. That didn’t stop you from letting him know how excited you were that he was home…

His phone vibrates along the tabletop, everyone in the room wide eyed and nervous as they try to listen and ignore the annoying buzzing sound. Steve slams his hand down over the phone, grabbing it up and unlocking it. “Fuck,” he growls out, adrenaline and exasperation coursing through him and now something far more powerful.

“Debriefing is over for now. Next time I expect your best or there won’t be a second chance.” He walks out, or rather stalks down the hallway like a predator hunting his prey. You hear his heavy footsteps and know he received your text.

The door to your room flies open, nearly falling off the hinges, “where are you baby girl.” You run out of the bedroom and fling yourself at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and combing your fingers through his hair. He crashes his lips to yours, devouring them in a dominant kiss that nearly overwhelms you.

When he finally pulls away, you’re back in the bedroom, his large body holding you against the door, “did you think sending me that picture was cute?” You roll your hips into him, his suit creating just the right amount of friction. “I missed you Steve,” you pout, rubbing over him again. “Why don’t you show me how much baby?”

He releases you, stepping back and starting to unbuckle his stealth suit. You can barely stand upright as you watch, his body uncovered slowly as each article of clothing falls to the floor. “Steve,” you whisper, inching closer to him. He extends his arm and wraps a hand around your throat, gently pushing you back toward the wall. “I don’t think so baby girl. You’ll get to touch when I say so.”

Without removing his hand, he instructs you to take off your clothes, only releasing his grip when necessary. Once you’re bare before him he ghosts his fingertips between your breasts, his touch soft despite the hungry look in his eyes. Your body shivers and you make a strangled noise when those long, thick fingers stop between your legs.

Your hand reaches out to wrap around his hard cock, but he bats it away, narrowing his eyes at you, “what did I say?” You whimper and let your legs fall open, his fingers now gliding through your soaking folds, “you’re soaked baby, were you like this every night without me?” Your head rolls to the side and you buck your hips, wanting his fingers inside you. “Please, Steve. I need you.”

Taking his fingers away he licks them clean, grinning when you give him an “how dare you” look. “You’re delicious baby. I want a taste. Get on the bed.” He smacks your ass hard when you turn away, soothing it quickly by massaging the soft flesh. You stand at the edge, waiting as he picks up one of the buckles from his suit.

“Hands behind your back sweetheart.” You do as he says, placing your hands right above your ass. He takes the buckle and wraps it around your wrists several times, tightening it and helping you onto the bed. He lays down, crooking his finger so you straddle his waist. You instinctively rock your hips over his length and coat him in your arousal.

He grabs your hips and digs his fingers into the delicate skin, “that’s not where I want you yet baby.” Sliding down the pillows he positions his face between your legs, squeezing your ass while he kisses the inside of your thighs. You try to bring your hips down, but he holds you firmly in place just above his mouth, teasing you. “You’ll get what you want baby girl. When I say so.”

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Honey, I'm Home

simon ghost riley x dom!reader smut

pairing: simon ghost riley, fem reader

a/n: first time writing with a dom reader, my apologies /.\ rbs appreciated! <3 if you enjoy, plz like & share

cw: smut, female anatomy, use and/or mention of toys such as riding crop/ball gag/feather/etc., knife play, dom reader, sub ghost (slight ooc) 🥴, pet names used, fem pronouns, edging, overstimulation, face sitting

word count: 3.5k~

minors, do not interact! 18+ !!

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You hated the departure each morning. You sigh as he walks out the door, not wanting to wait 12 hours to see him again. You know he was good at his job, but you worried, nonetheless. The home still smells of him, making you miss him even more. You clean up your plates and tried to keep yourself entertained over the dreaded 12 hours. Doing chores, eating lunch, then prepping ingredients for dinner, drinks, etc. Tidying up the living room, your bedroom, lighting up the fireplace and lighting candles all around the house. Lastly, you showered, doing your "everything" shower. Still wearing your robe, you fed the animals, watered the plants, did everything and now it's just a waiting game. Sometimes he was a little late getting home. 

Bored and sitting on the edge of the bed, you glance at your closet, and a spicy idea spikes your mind. 

What if I was in charge tonight? I know just how to get him to succumb to me. 

You bought a sexy nurse set a while back on a whim, so it's finally time to have a little fun with it. He said you were going to get it when he gets home, but you want to do more - need more. It was quite rare when Simon let you be in charge, but you knew if you played your cards right, he would allow - tolerate - it. Especially since getting him worked up this morning. 

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"You'd look so sexy in this nurse uniform."

"Yeah? You think so?"

"Mhm. Gets me hard thinking about it."

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Thinking back to that conversation, you realized that you haven't got the chance to wear it as both of you are eager lovers, racing to get the other naked as soon as possible. Well, tonight, he will be (a) patient. (haha, get it?? 😜)

So, with a sadistic little grin on your face, you get to work setting up the bed. You have a period of about 30 minutes to get ready as it's getting close to the time that he's supposed to get home, and just this time, he'll have to come looking for you when he steps in instead of you greeting him. You place handcuffs at either side of the headboard, and tie rope to the ends. You line the bed with toys - a flirting feather, riding crop, a flogger, a ball gag if needed and more rope, just in case, and a knife... because you know he likes knife play. Of course, you didn't forget the lube if it was needed, which it usually is with his girth and length. 

Then you finally put on the lingerie.  You decide to line your lips with some cherry red lipstick, the one you usually wear when you're in this mood. You look over yourself and anticipate his reaction when he sees you like this.

You don't hear the door unlock, but you hear faint footsteps, so you sit on the edge of the bed in a seductive pose and wait until he comes searching for you. Reciting in your head what you're going to say and do, you realize you forgot to plan that out, so anxiety raked up your spine, but you decide to still go with it. 

The door to the bedroom creeps open.

"You in here, honey?" he almost whispers.

"Yes, my love, I'm in here..." you confirm.

He steps in and freezes in place. Chest rising up and down slowly and breaths heavy, he understands what this means instantly. Fuckin' hell he whispers under his breath.

You slowly rise up from your seat, and slowly walk to him while he's eyeing your body.

"Welcome home, Lieutenant. Figured we'd do something different tonight, love. Hm?" you purr as your hand slides up his chest, wrapping around his neck as you kiss the exposed skin between his shirt and balaclava. 

"Mm," he grumbles in approval. "Fuck."

 "Are you going to be a good boy for me, Simon?" you pitch your voice slightly higher, tilting your head at him. 

"Yes, ma'am," he complies. You didn't think he'd give in so easily tonight; he must have had a hard day. Your poor baby. You were going to treat him well tonight, but first you needed him to need you, beg for you. 

You lift your leg up his side while he holds it in place and pull his mask off, revealing his toned-jaw and ash-blonde stubble and puffy pink lips, and tired, but interested eyes. You pull his head closer to kiss him, but pull away teasing him, earning a needy moan from him.

"Please let me kiss you, y/n..." he looks into your eyes, lids heavy and full of lust. 

Instantly, you oblige. You kiss him deeply, red lips staining his and he doesn't care. The kiss gets heated and hungrier as your tongues dance around, trying to dominate the other while you turn him around, pushing him onto the bed. You straddle him as he grabs your hips and you tut, "Un-uh. You don't get to touch me just yet."

He groans, dissatisfied as you pull his hands away to cuff them. Holy shit you loved when he's like this.

You kiss his neck as you finish cuffing him. "You want me to make you feel good baby?"

"Y-yes, mistress, please," he almost pouts.

"Mm, not yet baby. We have to get you more ready, more needy for me, yeah?" you smirk. 

"Anything for you, mistress."

"Yeah?" you mock him as he thrusts his hard and clothed cock against your heat and chuckle at his attempt. "You can't be that needy yet my sweet boy, huh?" 

"I am, for you, mistress. Need you s'bad, y/n," he drawls as his hands struggle trying to touch you. 

You giggle as you crawl down, exposing your cleavage for him to gawk at while you unbutton and take off his pants. Tying up his ankles, careful not to do it too tight, but tight enough, you smile as your hands rub up his legs to his thighs, causing him to shiver from your touch. You crawl back up, breasts rubbing against his hard length, he breathes out. You love seeing how undone he is for you, and you've barely even started. 

"How bad do you need me, baby?" you ask as you leave a knee between his thighs, one hand sliding under his shirt to feel his warm skin, feeling his heightened heartbeat from his ribs, other caressing his face.

He groans and looks away, thrusting up trying to get any form of relief to where he needs it most. Your hand lands around his neck, choking him softly but assertively and pulled his face to look at yours. "I said, how bad do you need me, pet?" you demand.

He hesitantly chokes out, "So bad. Fuck, I'll do anything, please. Please."

"Hm. Not bad enough. I like it when you beg though, baby. More."

You straddle him again, this time putting your tits directly in his face. 

He moans in a pitch you haven't heard from him before; it almost surprises you. In between hot pants and stuffing his face in your tits, he begs just how you want, "Please, please, mistress. Goddamn, please. I-I need you, need t'be inside you... Want all of you, want to please you, mistress... make you feel good." Hearing Simon beg for you like this - an unusual demeanor from his usual dominant self, knowing he's trained to kill - and is damn good at it too, does something to you on a level you can't explain. His accent on top of that, it's almost too much - makes you want to submit, but you keep your composure. 

"Good boy, Simon," you praise as you slowly expose your tits to him, squishing and dancing them around, allowing him to take your hard nipple into his mouth. Your mouth falls into an "O" as the wet warmth of his mouth surrounds your bud, sucking hard, very eagerly. 

"Fuck, yes, that feels so good, baby," you moan, praising as he pleases your tits. His moans vibrate against your tits until you pull back, causing him to breathe out in disbelief. 

You notice a certain glint in his eyes but can't quite place what exactly it is. You can tell he's definitely needy, though still not enough. 

You smirk at him, suspenseful silence filling the room as you go to grab the knife. His body shudders as you gently run the blade carefully over the skin of his chest above his shirt, in one swift motion you cut the shirt directly down the middle, precisely stripping it off. The mewls, groans coming out of his mouth like music to your ears. You're using his own tactics against him, when he would cut your shirt off, saying things with that dirty mouth of his that drove you crazy. 

"You look so good under me like this, handsome. Should do this more," you smirk as you let the tip of the blade dance around his skin, leaving white scratches in random patterns. 

He nods lazily, seeming as if he's already at a loss of words. 

You're getting needy yourself, so you lay the knife down, and crawl up his torso. Slick from your thong sliding against his chest. "Ready for me to take my seat, pet?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," he readies himself, needily kissing your mound over your mesh thong. 

"Needy thing you are, love. Patience," you tut as you pull the thong between your cunt lips, teasing your clit with the friction. He licks a stripe over the stretched thong. You sit, barely gliding across his mouth, letting him get a sliver of the taste of which he craves. Moaning out, you ask if he really wants to please you and he breathily mutters words of yes, yes, please, mistress, oh god, please. 

Finally, you slide the thong over, letting your arousal beam in his face. He breathes out a satisfied moan before he harshly sucks at your clit, lapping between your folds. You rock back and forth, finding a good rhythm. "Eager aren't we, baby?"

He agrees, noises vibrating into you, giving you more pleasure. "You're so good for your mistress, aren't you? Fuck!"

He senses that you're already close, and greedily sucks even harder on your clit. He shows no relent with the flick of his tongue exploring every bit of your wet cunt. 

"M'so close, baby. Good boy. More, more, oh- right there, Simon. Yes..." 

The sounds of your pleasure are muffled from your thighs around his head, but that doesn't stop him from going harder, faster. He flattens his tongue, helping you chase that high. 

"Oh my god, I'm cumming, Simon. Fuuuck~, oh my god!" you mewl as you release, slick glistening sides of his face. He still sucks and licks at your pussy while you pull away.

"You greedy whore, luv. Don't worry, we're not done yet," you say between pants. 

"Really need you, mistress. I-my dick hurts, fu-ck, I need you," he mutters, hoping you'll have mercy on him. And you do.... You're just as worked up as he is. Maybe just fuck the toys, you crave him just as much as he craves you and need him inside of you bad. 

"Yeah, baby? Should I reward my good pet?" 

"Mhm. Mhm."

"You really think so?"

"G-od, yes, mistress."

You run your hand along his throbbing cock over his boxers, tip flushed red with beads of precum dripping out. You pull his boxers down, letting his cock to slap up against his stomach. Wrapping your hand around his girth, you slowly move up and down watching as he squirms, moaning your name. You kitten lick the tip of his cock, keeping your eyes on him as he has trouble making eye contact right now - still, you love seeing his reactions. Hollowing your cheeks, you slowly suck more of his length into your mouth, tasting the sweet saltiness of precum. 

"Yes, mistress. S'good. Mmm." 

You don't reply as you keep bobbing your head up and down, giving into his pleasure. Jerking off what doesn't fit into your mouth, your other hand fondles and massages his balls. His legs are shaking. You let off with a pop. "Do you like how I make you feel, pet?"

He squirms more, chest heaving rapidly, "I- Mmmggh, love how you make me feel, y/n, please, pl- don't stop."

You allow him no time until you take him all the way down your throat, earning a deep moan from him. Your tongue dances around his cock while you're sucking the literal soul out of this man. You pull back to the tip and suck harshly, letting your tongue play below his thick tip, slapping it against your tongue."O-oh please don't stop, m'gonna cum, mistress, please!"

"Oh no you are not," you scold him, completely stopping your movements, taking your hands away.

Grabbing the riding crop, you slap harshly against his thigh. "No cumming until I say so, understood?"

He winces, "Yes mistress, I'm sorry. So sorry."

Slapping it gently on the tip of his cock, causing his whole body to jolt, you have to make sure he understands the consequences. "You're going to be a good boy, right? Or do I need to keep on?"

"Yes, mistress. Yours."

Seeing him like this has got you incredibly hot, you can't keep waiting yourself. You turn around and straddle him in reverse cowgirl, knowing how the sight of your ass bouncing on his cock drives him crazy. At first you hump his cock, allowing yourself a minute before the large intrusion endures. Hearing his begging, please give me your pussy, I want you, need you, you feel so good, has you in your own trance. You squirt some lube on yourself and his dick and spread it around nicely before you tease the entrance of your wetness with the tip. Slowly sitting down, both of you are panting fuck, fuck, feels so good, goddamn, fuckin' hell. 

You hear the handcuffs clank against the metal of the headboard, meaning he's struggling even more with the fact he can't touch you and has to deal with how fucking tight you wrap around his cock. It's too much, and you don't want to torture him too much, just a little more. Sinking all the way down as he groans out in pleasure, you gasp loudly at the fullness you feel - all the way in your stomach. "Your cock is so big, Simon. You really make me feel so good."

He roughly thrusts up, needy for reprieve as he helps you create a rhythm. Your sweet moans fill the room, fuckin' heaven to his ears. Leaning back with your hands on your chest, you chase that high. Feeling his cock fill you full, stretch you out to maximum capacity. Your ass slaps against his hips, and you rock your hips best you can until you feel that familiar feeling of impending climax. 

"You're making mistress feel so good, s'full. S-so good, Simon. Fuck, yes, right there. Make me cum, be my good boy," you coax him into helping you relieve that aching mess that flutters through your body, white sparks flashing in your eyes. 

His grunts get louder, thrusts get harder, your full body weight falling onto his chest as you orgasm. Fucking hard. Your own cum leaks out of you, coating his cock in sticky white substance, furthering the lube, easier access as he pounds into you from beneath you. 

"Remember, don't cum yet, baby. M'not done with you," you coo as you get up, a little sad at the emptiness, but you turn around on top of him. 

He babbles nonsense, nodding in agreement. Drunk off your pussy, lust, fucked-out gaze on his face, eyes watering. You finally release the handcuffs, making sure you caress the dent in his wrists from the metal, and ask him if he's okay. He nods - yes, yes, yes. In a split second, his hands are all over you, groping and caressing every inch. You lean down into a deep, passionate kiss. Sucking and biting his bottom lip, swallowing his moans. Taking a moment to relish in his submissiveness, his love. My good boy, you coo at him. So proud of you. 

Sinking back onto his cock, your domination turns into rough, passionate sex, rather. You're just as fucked out as he is, and you breathe into his ear, "You still don't get to cum without my permission."

"Yes, ma'am," he obeys, hands grabbing your ass hard enough to leave bruises, helping you bounce on his cock.

Something about that "yes ma'am" fired something within you, giving you an extra boost of energy, you plant your feet on either side of him. His hands find hold under your thighs, appreciating the view of your tits bouncing in his face, your stretched cunt gloved around his cum-soaked cock, "O" ring of cum around the base. You slide all the way up to the tip, and slam back down, slow and hard. 

Satisfied grunts fall out of his mouth, with each thrust, "Can't. Take. Much. More. Fuck - in'. Hell."

"You'll. Take. What. I. Give. You. Pet." you moan out, weakly.

"Oh - fuck," you can tell he's about to cum, unable to help it, so you lift all the way off, emptying yourself of him.

"What did I say?"

"Fuuuck. Please don't do this to me, mistress."

You slam back down, setting still, feeling his cock throb inside you. You keep doing this until he's squirming once again beneath you. You listen as he mumbles curse words with a raspy tone, you know he can't handle much more, and you have one more in you. 

You sit up and demand him to move. He thrusts up into you eagerly, awaiting your permission. 

"That's it, Simon. Fuu-ck, cum with me, oh fuck," you finally allow. "You can cum, my love."

His thrusts get angrier, harsher, rhythm being no more, just pure fucking hunger for the orgasm he's been ever so patient for. He thrusts one last time, pulling you down into him, breathing loud and heavy - satisfied, filling you to the brim with his cum. 

You both come down from your high, and you sit up enough to smile at him and kiss him, check on him to make sure you didn't go too far. He reassures you he loved it and hasn't felt like that ever - giving you an ego boost that you did this. 

"Gonna marry you one day," he says to your astonishment. You were silent for a moment, needing to really take that in, making sure you weren't hearing things. You knew he loved you, but to hear those words really confirmed it in your mind, that Simon fucking Riley trusted you, and wanted to marry you. You already felt lucky enough that you were the one he came home to, the one he had sex with, the one he chose. 

Your eyes beam with joy, "I can't wait, Simon. Truly. Love you more than anything."

"I love you," he smiles as he kisses your forehead. "Fuckin' hell, you really... did a number on me there, luv. Just remember this next time, though. You're really gonna fucking get it." 

You blush, as if you forgot that he will definitely get his revenge on you for this stunt tonight but fuck it - it'd be worth it. "Ah, shit. Yep, I guess I didn't think about that one, sir."

He chuckles as you lay on top of him with him still in you, enjoying the silence. 

"May I ask when you... knew you wanted to marry me?" you pushed, curiously. 

"Well... I have for a long time now, but... something about you telling me you like it when I beg... and to do it more. Well, you won me over completely with that one," he simply answered. "Don't let it get to your head, though, little girl."

You blush, and giggle, "I should make you beg more often, then." you teased. 

"Don't get too cocky," he spit back. 

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