#ghost smut

[callsign-datura]

a/n: y'all not a word. just literal ghost!simon for those who like this trope <3 tags: cunnilingus, ghost sex, ghost simon. yeah he's a literal ghost and eats you out.

ghost!simon riley. ghost that died, and is now a ghost. you were his wife-- so he haunts your new home. ghost!simon that scares away the men you try to hook up with after he dies. breaking things near them, flickering the lights whenever they're alone. you're his, not theirs. in life and in death, his. of course he's going to make them piss their pants before you can fuck them. he doesn't blame you, though. he blames them.

ghost!simon who can pass through walls and objects at will and touch them, too. so, when he finds out he can touch you? best bet he does.

ghost!simon whose main hobby in the afterlife is watching you. other ghosts may cause trouble... but he's not that type. he wants to watch his gorgeous wife, all the time, no matter what she's doing. ghost!simon who's a little too eager to watch you possibly touch yourself when you get horny. it's been years at this point, and he knows you- your tells. the way your thighs started to rub together as you laid in bed, tossing and turning.

ghost!simon who gets the idea to try and let you know he's there... watching. "bird," he mumbles. he knows you can't hear him, but he'll talk to you anyway. "so pretty." he brings a hand to your leg, dragging it upward gently-- testingly. he's surprised that he can touch you at all, so he continues. ghost!simon who leans down to kiss your arm. ghost!simon who recognizes the way your body freezes at the contact. who snickers when you curse about it. you know it's him... you know you're haunted by him in the back of your mind, even if you're in denial. --- "simon?" you whisper, sitting up. you know in your logical brain that this isn't happening-- you're just imagining it. but when the bedlight lamp flickers twice, your heart sinks and your stomach flutters. "...s'that you?" you ask, and the lights flicker twice once more. you feel more fleeting touches along the outer sides of your legs, and suddenly the bed dips at your feet. you feel something nudging your legs apart, and you curse yourself at how easily you follow suit and spread your legs. you're not the spiritual type... this can't be happening. maybe you're dreaming? maybe you're already asleep?

--- ghost!simon who moves between your legs and leans down, kissing your leg just above the knee. his hands move up to the waistband of your pants, and he tugs lazily. sure, he's been a ghost for a while-- but it takes ghost energy to move things! you should do it for him. and he hums when you do, watching the way your hips shift as you pull them down, panties following. you know it's him, and that makes him smug. even after all this time you haven't forgotten his touch. his love. he moves and lays down, and the bed dips further beneath him. his weight, still tangible somehow even in the ghost plane, or whatever the fuck it's called. ---

you're questioning if you've gone crazy. you feel hands move up your legs yet again, stopping at your hips as you feel a few kisses at your hip bone. your head falls back and your chest swells. you shut your eyes and try to ignore the fact that simon always kissed you there before he went down on you. more proof that this was him. ---

he can't taste you. all of his senses are gone now, but at least he can feel you and at least you know it's him. his tongue darts out, leaving over the flesh at your hip before he nibbles there. he can use most functions of his body, some at will, others are just defunct. saliva is one that he still has. why? he has no idea. it's not like he can eat in the afterlife.

...well, not actual food, at least. ---

your eyes flutter. it's an odd sensation. you feel him kiss closer to your cunt, and you've fully succumbed to the feeling. your chest swells more and you feel countless emotions-- you knew he was with you, in one way or another. feeling his touch, his kisses. it almost makes you cry. you suck in a breath and lift your hips, and you feel vibration against your flesh, as if he laughed at you. you just wish you could hear it... see his face between your legs... the feeling is enough.

---

his tongue dips out again, moving between your folds, flattening against your clit. his hands find the bottom of your thighs, gently hoisting them up to give him better access as he tilts his head, swirling his tongue in slow circles like he always did. two slow swirls, four quick flicks. he knew how quickly it got you to cum when he was alive. he hopes it's still the same.

---

your hips twitch, and your back arches, soft sweet moans falling from your lips. the friction is odd, but lord if it isn't intense, your pent up body relishing the feeling of whatever the fuck this is. if you were doubting that it was simon before, you fucking knew it was now. you whimper and your hips buck, a heat swirling in your lower stomach. you feel another vibration against you and your clit twitches, another whine leaving your throat.

---

he's never forgotten you or your body. he's never forgotten the memories he had when he was alive, and even though he can't taste you now he remembers it. sickeningly sweet, he remembers. like honey. "pretty pussy," he grumbles, more to himself since he knows you can't hear it. his tongue flicks against your clit again, relishing in the way it makes your back arch and your hole clench. neglected. he knows you haven't had any since he died. dammit he's made SURE you haven't. of course he can only control things within the bounds of this home, but he knows you prefer having sex in your home-- where you can control things. the setting, the ambiance. one thing he loved. you always controlled all of that, and all he had to do was love you. and if he knew anything, it was how to love you. he decides now to just use his tongue. he didn't want to overwhelm you.

---

you were already overwhelmed. your clit twitched again with each flick, your back arching further and your legs twitching as you got closer to your orgasm. you know, you never thought it was possible to get eaten out by a ghost, but here you were.

---

you mumble his name, and he's done for. his pace increases suddenly, and he grunts to himself at the way your body writhes beneath him. his grip on your thighs tightens, and he pins them down to keep you in place, opting to flick his tongue against your clit to just get you to the edge. when you start whimpering and wailing, he slows down-- smirking when you whimper at the loss. he keeps doing that for a few moments before speeding up again, flicking his tongue against your clit and swirling it at the same time, squeezing your thighs once or twice. ---

you fold your hand over your mouth, head falling back against the pillow beneath your head. you cum seconds after he speeds up again, gasping and writhing still. it comes over you in waves, vision dotted and mind hazy with pleasure. your orgasm ebbs, and his movements slow until you're panting. you barely notice when he detaches himself from you, the bed dipping a bit more as he leans over you and kisses your head. "still as pretty as ever. haven't changed a bit, my wife." --- ghost!simon who breaks all rules of the afterlife to get between his pretty wife's legs again.

[simonsrileyhusband]

OKAY OKAY OKAY

I am *In love* with your subby loser Simon but here me out okay!?

Him giving reader head???

Like reader gripping his hair and bucking into him and Simon being so good and taking it becuse he just wants to please--and maybe even simon getting so desprate that he grinds against reader's foot????

AAAAA THIS ID THE WORST THING IV EVER ASKED FOR BUT I NEED MORE LOSER SI!!!

Also feel free to ignore this if you're not comfy! 🩵

nsfw:

simon is great at giving head.

he always gives his best, always nervous of you not feeling good, he will be sloopy and messy with it, giving his best performance for you.

his teary blue eyes look up at you, sitting on the couch with your head thrown back, he cant help but get harder, the tip of his dick leacking inside of his boxers.

but he cant ask you to touch him, no. simon has to get the job done, just like you asked him. so he does whatever to get some friction, he starts buckling his hips, his bulge resting perfectly on top of your foot.

you look down at him with a smirk on your face, poor simon is too shy to ask you to fuck him); so you just let him get off however he wants.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Remember that time I said last one? Oops...

What If 141...trying for baby. Rawr.

I remember when you said it would be your last one. And no "oops"! You know what you've done. And trying for baby? Are you trying to activate my breeding kink?

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Content & Warnings: swearing, established relationship, oral sex (male & female receiving), fertility treatment, dirty talk, breeding, creampie, arranged marriage, Viking AU, Post-Apocalyptic AU, dubcon (Ghost only), rough kissing, desk sex

Word Count: 4.6k

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: needs help obtaining a "sample" for fertility treatment. John "Soap" MacTavish: an arranged marriage Viking AU. Simon "Ghost" Riley: given to Ghost for "breeding" purposes, Post-Apocalypse AU (dubcon). John Price: ovulation leads to surprise sex at work.

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Your foot tap tap taps against the linoleum floor.

Kyle is in another room—a private room. The reproductive endocrinologist you’re working with already ran your tests. Now it’s Kyle’s turn. They want a sample, but he’s been gone too long.

You’re no stranger to Kyle’s masturbation sessions. Rarely does he do it alone. He likes when you watch. But he never takes this long.

A buzzing comes from your purse. Retrieving your phone, you check the message.

It’s from Kyle.

I can’t do it.

Frowning, you stare at the text, confusing creeping in. Gripping the phone in your fist, you push up from your chair, and exit the small exam room.

“Excuse me,” you say, approaching the nurses station. “Can you tell me what room my husband is in. He’s collecting a…sample.”

The two nurses exchange a knowing look.

“All the way down the hall. Last door on the left,” one of them directs, pointing.

“Thank you.”

You try not to rush, but your feet carry you swiftly and with purpose. Following the nurse’s direction, you come to a stop right outside the correct door.

“Kyle?” you call out, knocking.

There’s a brief pause, but then the door opens, and your husband stands there, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Sorry, love,” shrugs Kyle, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Can I come in?”

He glances back into the room and then steps aside, holding the door open.

You step into the small space. It’s clinical and cold. There is one window on the opposite side of the room with the blinds down. Next to the window is a lounge chair that looks completely uncomfortable. Next to it is a table of magazines with partially-nude women on the front. Beside that is a row of video selections if the magazines don’t seem to do the trick.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. Kyle slumps into the chair, clearly defeated. You place your purse on the hook and then kneel beside him. “Talk to me.”

Kyle shakes his head. “I—can’t.”

“What do you mean?”

He nods toward his groin. “Doesn’t seem all that interested.”

Oh. Oh.

You glance around the room, and then turn back to him. “Let me help.”

The confusion on his face is entirely too funny. “Help me?”

Shifting on your knees, you settle between his legs. The confusion melts away, and Kyle leans back in the chair, his hips flexing slightly as he makes himself comfortable.

The front of his jeans is already loose, and it’s not difficult to ease them down a bit more. Your hand slips beneath the band of his boxer briefs. The moment your fingers wrap around him, Kyle softly groans, eyelids fluttering as you start to stroke him.

“Is the door locked?” he asks, voice already turning husky.

“Does that matter?” you counter. “Do you care that someone might walk in? That they’ll see me pleasuring my husband?”

His softened cock begins to harden, and your words only spur him on. With another few strokes, Kyle is rock hard and throbbing. Adjusting your position, you release his cock, and then grab hold of his boxer brief, yanking them down until he’s free of it.

Kyle’s heavy lids open at the same moment your mouth suctions around the head. Tongue swirling around the crown, you take a bit more of him into your mouth. Retreating, you hollow your cheeks, suctioning until you come off him with a wet pop.

“How’s this?” you ask.

“Much better,” he replies, reaching for you.

Kyle’s hand finds the back of your head, and you grin as he urges you back.

Taking him into your mouth again, your throat him completely, bobbing up and down his cock with intention. You need him to come. Not in your mouth, but in the goddamn sample cup. If that means you need to suck him off to do it, you’ll happily do so.

While you’d love to give into to pleasing him utterly, you still have to focus on why you’re doing this. The cup is on the table beside him. The seal is unbroken. The lid still on.

Hollowing your cheeks again, you suck—hard—and then release him.

His breathing is heavy, and his thighs are tense. Kyle is close, and you’re not going to ruin this by having him come down your throat.

“The cup, Kyle.”

Kyle runs his hand over the top of his head, the lust-tinged haze retreating slightly as he reaches for it. He twists the lid, breaking the seal, and sets it aside, holding the plastic cup in a vice grip.

Returning to him, you throat him again, bringing your hand into the mix.

“Fuck,” whispers Kyle. Then, louder, “fuck.”

Saliva pools in your mouth and slips past your lips, dripping onto your hand as you continue your ministrations.

“Fuck,” he bites out. “Back, love. Back off.”

You immediately release him, retreating.

Kyle grips his cock and aims it, bringing the cup in close. He strokes once. Twice. And then his entire body shakes as he explodes, emptying his release into the cup.

Wiping the back of your hand over your mouth, you push up to standing using the armrest of the chair. Kyle is smiling—almost smug.

“Did I help?” you tease, and his grin only widens.

John Price

"What's wrong?" John's voice is laced with concern. You rarely come to see him at work. "Everything okay? The guard at the front gate paged me. Said you were here.”

Whenever you’re around him, John’s entire demeanor changes. It doesn’t matter that he’s at work. You’re here, and that takes priority.

As he approaches, John reaches out with both hands. They seek, grabbing hold of your upper arms just above the elbow. He draws you close, his head tilting forward slightly as his gaze intensifies, focusing on you.

“Can we go somewhere quiet?” you ask, briefly glancing over his shoulder.

There are members of his team lingering in the background. Though they talk quietly with each other, they keep glancing this way.

“Of course,” murmurs John. Placing one arm over your shoulders, he turns back to the rest of his team. “Give me a few minutes,” he says to them, before leading you away.

The entire walk to his office, John keeps one hand on you at all times. He doesn’t say much, only stopping to briefly address others that pass.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asks again once the door is shut.

“Is it locked?”

John blinks. “Is what locked?”

You reach past him and fiddle with the handle. Frowning, John gently grasps your wrist and locks the door. “What—”

But the question never comes. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him to your lips, claiming his mouth in desperation. John groans softly, returning your kisses with equal enthusiasm. His hands fall upon your hips, squeezing, drawing you closer.

“You didn’t come just to kiss me,” murmurs John, retreating just enough to allow a sliver of space.

“No,” you breathe. “I’m ovulating.”

“Is that what your app says?" he teases.

You hum an agreement and John pushes in, guiding you backward toward his desk. You don't feel the wood until he lifts, and places you atop it. Leaning back, you spread your legs and present yourself.

“Open your present,” you tease, nodding toward the length of your body.

You came prepared. The large coat is made to go down to your knees, hiding everything when buttoned and tied. John reaches out. Tugging, he releases the band, and then he goes for the buttons, popping them open one by one.

He pushes the coat wide, and a growl escapes him. “You’ve been walking around base in nothing but a bloody coat?”

“And boots,” you add, kicking your feet.

Grabbing your thighs, John drags you to the edge of the desk. You greedily shimmy the coat off your shoulders.

His fingers explore, trailing over inner thigh to exposed pussy. One finger parts you, and then sinks in easily.

“Fucking hell, love,” he groans as he inserts another finger. “Already so wet for me.”

“Couldn’t wait,” you moan as John’s thumb rubs softly against your clit.

Another pump and then his fingers are gone. Through the haze, you watch as John undoes the front of his pants. He pushes them down just enough for his thick cock to spring free. Reaching for him, you stroke his cock, only for John to drag you close and align himself.

With one sharp thrust, John enters to the hilt. Keeping one hand on your right thigh, and the other planted firmly on the desk, John begins to thrust. It’s not a soft, gentle rhythm, but sharp and heavy. Every time your pelvis makes contact with his abdomen, the desk squeaks loudly.

“So fucking wet,” mutters John, his eyelids closing slightly as he gives in to the pleasure. “When I come home tonight, you better be naked. On your back. And in our bed.”

With your elbows propping you up, your head falls back in ecstasy as John returns his attention to your clit, circling it in soft strokes that send ripples of pleasure outward.

"I needed you," you groan.

"Greedy thing," purrs John, slipping an arm behind your back and lifting.

Your arms drape over his shoulders, one hand grasping his neck as John adjusts you into a new position. At this angle, you're held tightly against him. John firmly squeezes your ass with both hands.

He drives into you, the legs of the desk scraping against the carpet. A curling, buzzing sensation bubbles up, twisting low in your belly. The orgasm creeps up quickly, surging forward. Your nails dig into John's neck, and a throat moan escapes you.

John silences you with a kiss, swallowing that sound for himself, his hands gripping you so tightly you're sure he'll leave bruises behind.

With a low grunt, John holds you to him, sealing your bodies together. A warmth floods your pussy, his cum coating your insides.

"Think we made a baby?" teases John, nipping at your bottom lip.

"Not sure."

"Better try again then." He rocks his hips, and you whimper.

"You told your team you'd only be a few minutes."

He shrugs. "They can wait."

John "Soap" MacTavish

The youth of maidenhood is shed.

Your kransen is delicately wrapped in cloth and tucked away for a future daughter. The bridal crown you wore during the ceremony is still on your head. A delicate thing made of interwoven bands of silver; its shine slightly eclipsed by flakes of dried goat blood upon the metal. The droplets that landed on your face are long gone, cleaned by cold water and cloth.

Belly full from feasting, and skin buzzing with the consumption of mead, there is nothing left of the evening but the small dark of your new home, of the bedroom you will now share with your husband.

Anticipation is like a hidden viper. The women of your family told you all that would happen after, explained it in detail so that you would understand. You are eager to experience the good, but also know that your new husband might be completely inept.

You don't believe that to be the case though. During the ceremony he appeared calm and kind. He led but was not overbearing, and during the feast, he made sure your plate and glass were full before he even thought of himself. If that is how the marriage starts, then that must be what it is to come.

You hear your name, and you turn.

Your husband stands in the doorway, still in his wedding attire. He softly shuts the door behind him and finds the nearest chair, sinking down into it to remove his boots. Once off, he groans softly, standing again, removing the fur cape and draping it over the back of the chair.

He removes a few other articles of clothing until he's in nothing but his tunic and trousers. He saunters over, fingers lightly brushing against the hemline of your dressing gown.

"There is still blood on your face," you observe. "Let me wash it away."

"No," he says. "Reminds me of a good fight. I can imagine that you’re my war prize."

You laugh, and he smiles. In a way, you are a war prize. Your two clans have been feuding for years. This marriage is a way to make peace.

"Is being your wife not enough?" you tease.

"It is."

His fingers catch on the neckline, pulling the loose fabric over one shoulder. Leaning forward, he places a kiss between neck and shoulder. You shiver, one hand reaching out for him.

"We don't,” he begins but you shake your head.

"It's fine. I... want to."

He cradles your cheek in his palm. It is warm. Comforting. You sigh and lean into it.

The kiss is soft and delicate. There is nothing demanding in it. It is simple and pure. Even in this, he is not pushing. You follow his lead, giving a little more each time until you're reaching for him, hands pressing firmly against his chest.

He sighs, and then the gentle softness recedes, and the kisses deepen. Both of his hands hold your face. You are trapped but it feels wonderful. You give in, pressing your bodies together beside the fire, only understanding and learning these things about one another.

He removes the crown from your head, gently placing it aside.

The dress falls away and you are left bare. His gaze observers but it's brief. John's hands rest on your hips. They squeeze gently, guiding you backward. The soft furs brush that backs of your legs, and then John guides you down onto the bed, relishing every touch and kiss until you're breathless.

Is this how it's supposed to be? Will it always be like this?

John gives you one last kiss before pulling away, standing at full height, towering over you. He removes the last of his garment, his gaze never leaving your prone form. And you are unable to look away either, everything about him an enticing offer you don't wish to walk away from.

All muscle. All strength.

You reach out, grasping the one thing that now belongs to you. John groans softly as you make contact, wrapping your fingers around it. This is new to you, and you're not sure what you're supposed to do with it.

You gently stroke, thumb gracing the underside. John makes another small sound and you know you're on the right path. You sit up a bit, questioning whether you should taste him. The urge is too strong. You lean in, the tip of your tongue swirling over the head.

"No," he growls, grasping the back of your neck. "I won't last if you do that."

He guides you back and then starts to kneel, covering your body with his. You're on your back and he drapes himself across, hands roaming, exploring. His mouth descends, and then it is you making little sounds of pleasure.

"You can know me that way," he murmurs. "But first." His mouth descends and licks between your thighs, teasing and tasting until you're undone with pleasure, hips bucking off the bed and pressing against his mouth.

His hand glides over your stomach. "But first," he repeats. "We have a son to make."

He slides between your legs, guiding your legs wide. The head of him enters, and then there is a quiet sting that shudders through you.

"Breathe," he murmurs. "Relax."

You sigh, follow his instruction. The sting evaporates, and he retreats a bit before adding more. The stretch is tight but no longer painful. Each gentle thrusts gives you more before he's fully seated inside.

Your hands start at his waist and then explore to his back, down to just above his buttocks to ascend at his shoulders. John's forearms rest on either side of your head, his forehead coming to rest against your own. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes, lips nearly touching as he rolls his hips, thrusting lightly.

"How long will it take?" he asks, rocking against, this time with a little more force. "If I keep you here, beneath me, full of my cock. How long?"

He thrusts again, and your whole body clings to him, the friction unbearably good. Your only response is a whimper.

His lips lightly brush over yours and then your chin.

"Should I tie you to this bed? Use the leathers that hold my armor together." He nips at your shoulder. "I can pretend you are my war prize."

"I am your war prize," you breathe, as he thrusts in earnest.

"Aye. You are. Separate clans. A marriage for peace. An enemy no longer."

Your arms tighten around him. You are pinned beneath him, unable to move, and yet completely willing in satiating both your desires.

You are lost to his movements, of the fullness, of the growing pleasure that is seconds from exploding outward. He rocks his hips forward, his pelvis pressing against that tender flesh.

You clench down, drowning in a wave that consumes.

You hear his inhalation, feel his muscles bunching under your hands, and then he's grinding forward, keeping still as he floods your womb with warmth.

But he does not pull out. Does not retreat. Instead, he kisses you softly, hips rocking before you feel that fullness blooming again.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

The world is fractured. Broken.

And you have been thrust right into the thick of it. Taken by people unknown, signed off and given to a stranger.

Lieutenant Simon Riley.

Your new...what? Husband? Minder?

He stands before you, arms at his sides, observing but not speaking. As if pulled directly from duty, he's still in his all-black fatigues. The weapons are gone. They rest on the small table in the kitchen area of the tiny apartment.

But you smell blood on him. Musk. The dirt and grime of the brutality that is now home to the last remaining humans.

"What?" you snap, his gaze unnerving.

The defensiveness is just an illusion—a coping mechanism.

Simon wears a black balaclava, and all you can make out about him are his eyes. They are deep pools of dark brown that reflect the light like whiskey in a clear bottle. He is tall too and solid muscle.

The idea of him pinning you to the bed, of his weight keeping you in place as he has his way with you, makes your pussy clench involuntarily. You shouldn’t feel that way—to think of him as anything but your captor.

"You understand what's happened?" he asks.

Yes.

"I'm to be your whore."

You notice the slight twitch at the corner of Simon's eye at the word.

"Neither of us wanted this," he replies slowly, his gaze just as languid as it surveys your body.

"Winning me over with your charm," you mutter.

Simon grunts, and then brushes past you into the bathroom. He shuts the door and seconds later you hear the shower running.

Making a run for it isn't an option. The moment you leave, they'll be after you. Would they take you away from Simon? Give you to someone else? Or would they just think you're too much trouble and a bullet would be a mercy.

Your thoughts race, and when Simon emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a towel, you're momentarily stunned into silence. It is not just his body that is hard but everything about him. And now, you have a clear view of his face. He is handsome. Pleasing to the eye even with the scars.

Maybe it won't be all bad.

"It's all yours." He nods toward the bathroom where steam slowly rolls out through the crack in the door.

You follow suit, washing away the stress of the day.

Emerging is the hard part. There are no clothes for you to change in to, but that's the point. You are to remain in this apartment, stay in his bed, and allow Simon to breed you until there's no doubt you carry his child.

All the lights are off except for one. The bedroom isn't a separate room but an area sectioned off by a large curtain. From behind the curtain is a dim glow. You head for it, towel wrapped around body like armor. You push it back only to find Simon reclining, the top sheet covering his lower-half as he reads from a folder.

The rings on the curtain clink and he glances up. Simon closes the folder and tosses it off to the side.

That needy feeling returns. You shouldn’t indulge it or yourself, but it is there, lingering beneath the surface.

For a time, there is only silence, the two of you simply staring at each other.

"Are you joining me?" Simon finally asks.

You sigh. "I have to."

"You do," he agrees. You don't move closer. "I won't hurt you."

"Very reassuring,” you mutter, clutching the towel tighter.

Simon runs his hand through his hair. “Either we do this or you’re given to someone else. Did they tell you that?”

“I know the expectation.”

Simon leans forward into a more seated position. “Then you know I can keep you safe.”

It’s not untrue. You are his now.

You gaze narrows. “You don’t even know me.”

"I know you're going to carry my son or daughter. And that bloody well fucking matters to me."

"Will I?"

"You will."

You clutch the towel to you tighter, unable to part with it. Simon’s gaze remains unmoved. It is an intensity that worms its way inside, slithering beneath your skin to curl around your ribs. Every bit of him is on full display. Your mind drifts—imagining what might be underneath the sheet.

It’s not what you want for yourself, but there are worse men in this compound. There are worse fates. He’s not particularly happy about the arrangement either, something the two of you have in common. But he’s not ugly, and hasn’t been brutish.

Simon sighs, and it sounds like defeat.

He reaches across himself, turning off the small light next to the bed, plunging the two of into darkness.

“Better?”

You grumble but drop the towel. In the dark, your nakedness feels less isolating. As you step up to the bed, you glimpse Simon’s shadow as he draws the bedding back to give you space to slip in.

The bedsheets are cold, and as your grab them to cover yourself and create space, Simon’s hand comes down on your waist, dragging you close to him.

Your hand darts out, pressing against his chest.

Simon gently grasps your wrist and guides your hand away from his chest. "Said I wouldn't hurt you."

"I know," you murmur.

He smells clean and fresh, not like the dirt and blood from earlier. And yet, he feels dangerous, his hold an intense grip that teases surrender and tells you to give in.

What will he do with you?

Will he simply put you on your back?

Will you just have to take it?

Simon lightly squeezes, and then his hand descends, exploring. It lingers on your upper thigh, and then travels upward, learning the curve of your hip and angles of your arm. Simon cups one breast, thumb brushing over the nipple.

A little shudder follows that stroke. A sigh passes your lips and Simon shifts closer.

"I won't hurt you," he murmurs.

Simons’ teeth graze the hardening peak, as you groan loudly, surprised at how your body reacts to him. Answering with a groan of his own, Simon’s other hand delves between your thighs.

Exploring your sex, Simon’s fingers part your pussy, navigating and learning as much as he can. One finger plays with your clit as another teases your entrance, swirling the slickness around that blooms there with each stroke.

“But I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

With that one admission, Simon rolls you onto your back. When he spreads your legs, he does not settle between. He drapes a leg over each of his shoulders, and then his mouth is on your pussy, licking ravenously. His large hands slide up your stomach to tenderly grasp and tease both breasts.

His mouth and hands are full of you, and there is only pleasure.

Simon is right.

He does not harm, but he is not gentle.

Each swirl and tease of his tongue is harsh, sending you quickly to your end. The orgasm is bright and bursting—consuming. Yet, Simon remains steadfast, tasting until the first becomes a second and your thighs shake against the sides of his head.

“They assigned you to me,” he growls, shifting position, settling his hips between your spread thighs. “Made it an order.” The head of his cock presses in, and in one movement, Simon slides home. “And I’ll follow that order.”

His breathing is ragged. Even in the dark, you notice the gentle swell of his chest as he takes in air. “But fuck,” he groans, testing with a steady roll of his hips. “I’m gonna make sure we both enjoy ourselves.”

Simon casts his full weight over you, and there is nothing left for you to do but cling to him. Your feet rest against the back of his calves, and your fingers dig into his lower back as Simon thrusts without mercy.

He is brutal in this—but it does not hurt. It’s only rough, and within you, some primal piece is fracturing, feeding into what he’s giving.

Simon’s hands descend to squeeze your ass. He holds firm, lifting your pelvis upward at the same moment he holds himself tightly to your body. Growling against your throat, he shudders, and you feel his release flood your pussy.

This one deed seals it.

You are forever his.

Even if you try to leave, he’s never letting you go.

Simon’s lips pause at the pulse in your throat. He lingers there and then lightly kisses the spot. It’s a tender, nearly intimate touch. He ascends to the line of your jaw, and then his lips are on yours in a gentle caress.

You part for him, and his tongue slides inside. With a low groan, Simon lightly thrusts, his hardness returning with each stroke. The kisses deepen, and Simon eases you back to the bed, his cock sliding out of your pussy.

“Simon,” you murmur, one hand stroking over his chest.

His hand goes around your throat while the other dips between your legs. He finds your pussy, two fingers pushing into the mess.

“Give me one more, love. Tonight. One more.”

Simon withdraws, and with one quick movement, he rolls you onto your stomach.

“Open,” he commands, and you do so.

His two fingers that were just in your pussy slide into your mouth. Guiding your legs wide, Simon enters you again. The stretch is perfect, and his thrusts only push your mouth further down his fingers.

His hand slips between your body and the bed, seeking until he finds what he's after. With a few quick swirls of Simon's fingers against your clit, you scream around the ones in your mouth.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Come for me."

Your pussy squeezes around him and Simon moans his pleasure.

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[davinawritings]

need ghost lover reader ̗̀(ꙨꙨ)ː̖́ ghost bf !!! ★

Hello! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy ❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

Reader and Ghost, but the reader obsesses over the ghost this time.

He has been trapped in the house for more than a century and has successfully frightened off any inhabitants.

Then you move in, and he is prepared to show himself and have you run away screaming.

He appears in front of you, and your mouth opens in shock as you look him up and down and see his attractiveness.

He expects tears and screaming, but instead, you smile at him and introduce yourself. He awkwardly introduces himself back, caught off guard that you aren’t scared of him.

He takes a moment to compose himself before getting irritated that you are not afraid of him. He vanishes without another word, wearing a scowl.

You feel slightly disappointed by his actions, but you brush it off. You want him, and you don’t give up easily. Besides, if he is a ghost haunting your house, it’s not like he can escape you.

Over the next few weeks, you try to talk to him, going from room to room and having random, one-sided conversations. Unbeknownst to you, he keeps switching rooms whenever you enter a new one. It’s as if you can magically sense where he is.

He keeps himself invisible and just watches you ramble on day in and day out. He can’t deny how attractive you are. Still, he has no interest in courting a human, especially one as seemingly clingy and chatty as you.

Despite his best efforts, he cannot seem to scare you away. The slamming doors, haunting messages written on the steamy mirror after your showers, and odd noises in the middle of the night do not affect you.

The last time you showered, he wrote ‘GET OUT’ on the mirror, hoping you would get the message through your pretty little head. But he just saw you exit with a smile. When he went in after you left, he saw you wrote ‘No’ with a little heart around it. He probably would have smiled if he wasn’t so irritated with you.

He had still been keeping himself hidden even after months and months had passed, but he had been watching you more. Realistically, there wasn’t much else to do. That’s how he justified it to himself anyway.

It all came to a breaking point one night when he heard you say his name. While he was used to hearing your non-stop rambling, you did not often call him by name. Curiously, he made his way to your bedroom.

Upon entering, he found a sight that immediately has his dick hardening. You are sprawled out on your bed, legs spread wide. You have two fingers deep in your glistening cunt, back arched as little mewls left your lips.

Unable to control himself, he becomes visible, his clothes vanishing as he climbs onto your bed and body.

You jolt in surprise when he pulls your wet fingers from your cunt, quickly replacing them with his stiff shaft. He set a fast pace, enjoying your warmth, something he hasn’t had in over a century. You cry out and grip the sheets for dear life cumming hard and fast around his cock.

He follows soon after, leaving you dripping with his ghost cum. He lays beside you on the bed, waiting for you to catch your breath. Your eyes meet his and declare that you are officially boyfriend and girlfriend, so he can’t disappear from you anymore. He rolls his eyes, but you can see the slight smile he’s trying to hide.

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[codnasties]

kinktober ₊˚ · ♡ ·˚₊ ghost & price ₊˚ · ♡ ·˚₊ hike

you wanted to go on a hike but didn't want to do it alone, so both ghost and price offered to accompany you as well as their expertise, just in case. it was lovely having those to to share the trek with, having someone to talk with, to share the experience and also as a bit of protection.

but the first thing you needed to protect yourself from was john's hands, because he tried to keep them to himself, but the view of your ass clad in those pants was way too tempting. so he decided to give you what you both classified as a playfull slap, but he actually intended to let you know he was enjoying the view.

the problem is that it wasn't just one, they kept coming, and you somehow ended up bent over, with price's hands teasing your round behind throug your thin pants. but he soon discarded those, pulling them down and giving him a view of your pants clad pussy and your ass cheeks that were rapidly turning red.

the smacks on your behind didn't stop, one after the other, maybe a teasing slap over the wet patch that was starting to show though your knickers. but he soon discarded those too.

once price had had his fill, he grabbed you by the waist and with easy he lifted you off the floor and placed you over a fallen tree, giving him easy access to your butt ad cunt in that bent over possition. it was a split of a second what it took him to get his aching hard cock out of his pants and push himself into your tight walls.

and you may ask, where's ghost? well, he was enjoying the view of your reddened cheeks and dripping pussy, adoring the image of you bent over that tree getting your pussy fucked by his captain. he was letting him have his fun first, all while palming his raging hard on through his pants.

but that didn't last long, the feeling of your tight and soaking wet walls made price, who hadn't fucked a pretty thing in a long time, cum a lot faster than he would have liked. a few strokes into you and he has already realising his seed. as much as he wanted to cum inside of you, he didn't have your consent so he pulled out -what a waste if you ask me -.

but even if joh felt like he didn't give you enough and that he may have disappointed you, there was simon ready to save the day. in the blink of and eye he was fully naked and ripping the little clothing you had left on you off. grabbing you and making you sit on his big and angry cock.

he made you bounce on it, graving handfuls of ass to guide you until he came deep inside of you. all that gave price a show while he was recovering and getting himself ready for next round. also, that cum was going to be some amazing lube.

and that cum as lube was very much necessary when you got up from ghost's lap and sat of price's once again hard cock, and simon taking place right behind you, fully sandwiching you between both of their strong and muscular bodies, and pushing his member into your weeping and already stretched to it's limit cunt, fucking you at the same time as price.

both of their dicks being hugged by your walls and the men relishing in the feeling of that and rubbing against the others cock, the sensation making the three of you moan and groan like crazy.

price soon came inside of you - because that's just what he had in mind since he put his dick in you the first time-, filling your already full hole even more, covering both your walls and his and ghost's cocks with it. but simon doesn't. he takes his dick out after his captain came and gets you on your knees.

he makes you clean his shaft, inevitably having a taste of price's seed mixed with the one he had left indie of you before, using your throat until he cums down it. he may even paint your face with it to give you the complete package and full experience.

[evilgwrl]

i have a feeling that with Ghost, we get to see his cock first before his face, you feel me?

I AGREE ESPECIALLY IF UR IN TASK FORCE 141

Like this man is 10000% confident about his dick and what he can do with it 🥴

However, I feel like sex would him would get a million times better after you see his face. He would be a lot more passionate

[soullesscinders]

minors dni

nsfw under the cut [insert cod man here] x fem!reader.

middle of the night, sleepy, needy sex with whispered praises and a hand around your throat while you desperately claw at the meaty thighs fucking into you and whine.

"takin' me so good, baby, like a vice around me. so glad I woke up f'this," he croons in your ear, the hand around your throat tightening and making you gasp, eyes fluttering back into your head. creamy arousal builds at the base of his thick length sliding in and out of you.

"oh- f- fuck-" you gasp in a pathetic whimper, making him tut.

"already am, pretty thing. c'mon, love, you can take it."

and the way he talks almost has you cum on the spot.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Zombie // Cinna’s Monstertober Writing Challenge

Tags: Zombie!Ghost x fem!reader, smut, nsfw, mdni, monster x human relationship, mention of suicide, crack, this is not supposed to be taken seriously. please don’t take this seriously.

Synopsis: Your pussy is the cure to the zombie apocalypse. Hurry! Fuck your zombie boyfriend before it’s too late!!

An: Guys… I’m sorry for what I’m about to write. This shit is going to make NO SENSE, but hopefully you will get a laugh out of it. Honestly, I just need to write something so silly rn.😭

His three heads watched you in confusion as your body rose and fell along his cock. With his hands chained to the wall behind him and that pesky collar around his neck, you were at no danger of him biting you and turning you.

He was sat against the floor, where he had been since he had turned. He always told you that if he turned, you had to kill him, but when it came time to put him down, you couldn't do it... not when his cloudy brown eyes looked at you like they were scared. You were convinced that he was still in there somewhere.

Up and down, up and down, you were barely even wet.

Realistically, you felt bad for doing this to him while he was clearly not all the way in his right mind. Your boyfriend, Simon, used to love when you rode him. Now, he's just the shell of his previous likes and dislikes.

You wouldn't be doing this right now if it wasn't the only way. The cure to the outbreak of mindless zombies was between your legs. You knew it was! You had spent far too long in your little makeshift lab, testing on your chained up zombie boyfriend to find a cure.

You wouldn't give up on him.

There are various proteins that live within vaginal secretions, and this apocalypse was being caused by a protein malfunction in the brain. Your thought process was that maybe, just maybe, if you could fuck your boyfriend, expose him to the natural, normal proteins in your body, then his body will start to regulate as well.

It was a pipe dream. Literally, you're getting piped. But it was your only hope.

Luckily (or maybe unfortunately) for you, Simon hadn't grown three dicks like he had grown three heads. Three lifeless pairs of eyes stared at you curiously, watching as your hair and breasts bounced with each movement.

"Uhhh..." One of the heads groaned, and he tried to lean into you. A frustrated growl fled his lips as he wasn't able reach you due to the collar.

Maybe it was muscle memory or maybe it was him wanting to bring you towards him, either way he jolted his hips upwards, knocking you forward just a bit.

Your palms smacked against the wall behind Simon to prevent yourself from slamming straight into him. You're too close... He could bite you if he wanted.

You quickly try to lean back before a strange noise caught your attention. Sniff. Sniff.

Was he... smelling your hair?

A grunt of approval escaped his lips, and he jolted his hips forward once again, making you crash into his burly chest. His middle face continued to sniff at you, like an animal who was trying to identify you.

Maybe he really is in there somewhere.

"'m sorry, Si..." Your voice is shaky as your hips are barely moving anymore. "You told me to kill you, but I couldn't do it. 'm not strong like you are."

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Your skin connects with his with each time you come down onto his length, taking him in all the way deep inside you wet heat.

You feel soft ragged breaths tickle your skin as you're still leaning in dangerously close to him. If this doesn't work, you planned on not living anymore anyways. The life that you have been living for months now wasn't worth saving. If you couldn't be with him, you simply didn't want to exist.

His middle face was breathing heavily on your skin, and you could feel his hips trying to flutter upwards to meet your bouncing. "I love you, Si. I'm doing this because.. ngh~ I. Love. You."

A low agitated grunt left his mouth again. It sounded like he was trying to convey something, but you couldn't tell what it is that he needed.

"What is it, Si?" You ask softly as you look towards his undead face. His clouded over eyes search your face desperately before he yanks on the chains. His hips try harder to buck up into you.

"M-more?"

Excited grunts fell from his lips quickly. Your hands found his shoulders next to his new set of heads, and you try to remember just how he taught you how to ride him.

You lean up off of his cock just until his tip is just barely inside before crashing back down with a small yelp. Simon wasn't a small man, and he was well endowed. Taking him all in at once was no easy task, but you continued with that same motion over and over.

To your surprise, your zombie boyfriend leaned his heads back, and his breath became more pressured. You could feel yourself start to gush around him, completely drooling all over his cock.

The scientific portion of your brain couldn't comprehend how he managed to stay hard during all of this, but you chocked it up to the body responding to stimuli involuntarily.

"Urgh... fff-ahh.." One of his heads breathily moaned as you rode him.

His movements were so primal as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet yours. Soon, both of your movements were growing sloppy as both of you chased each other's highs.

"S-so good, Si... mmmph~ just a bit more." You whimper softly as you're hips start to roll. His cock grinds against your gummy walls, making the most erotic sopping noises imaginable. "Fuck... Simon.."

The chains pull taut as Simon growls lowly. Two thuds sound through the room, and his cock is throbbing violently inside of you, filling you to the brim with his seed. Your hips continue to shakily move for just a few moments before you're orgasming on top of him.

"Christ, love." Your boyfriend's gravely voice spoke. Your movements freeze as you have to wonder if you just imagined that. Maybe your brain was just trying to cope with the loss of Simon by hallucinating his voice.

Your head slowly turns to look up, and Simon's brown eyes meet yours - no longer clouded over. "You're a fuckin' freak, yeah?" He teases with his signature grin beneath his mask.

You saved him! Now, you have to tell the world about this news.

[kathy-ifnt]

You asked for it…

🏃🏻‍♀️💨

PATREON | TWITTER

[xyras-maze]

Simon Riley chasing you in a haunted house, anyone?

[xxetherealsweetheartxx]

Spider hybrid!Ghost x Reader, NSFW, MDNI

🕸️A loud moan escaped your lips as his hands roamed your body. Two holding your arms up so you can’t escape him, two on your hips for stability and two roaming your body. “Well, look what we have here…?” He whispered into your ear, his hands harshly pulling at your clothes. 🕸️You should’ve listened to the warnings of the townspeople, but curiosity lured you into the dark woods and before you knew it, you landed in the spider’s web. Your legs glued to his white silk, no chance of escaping. You pleaded that he let you go, but he just chuckles at your poor attempt. “Oh..? And let my meal escape? No chance, luv.” 

🕸️He finally managed to (poorly) rip your clothes off of you, body shivering as the wind blew. He moved you so that he had both your legs under his arms as he positioned his leaking dick under your entrance. You let out a moan as he penetrated you in one motion. It burned, but in the best way possible as he starts slowly fucks you, getting used to your wet walls before picking up speed. Your head falls back on his broad shoulder as his fingers dug into your thigh. Feeling his second pair of hands roaming your body, twisting your nips, touching your clit and wrapping around your throat. You felt so overstimulated. His cock kept hitting your cervix, and you’re pretty sure it’ll be bruised in the next morning. It didn’t take long before you came around his cock, your walls tightening his walls as he continued to pound into you, before finally climaxing. He came SO MUCH. It was basically gushing all out while he was still riding out his high until he finally stopped. You tried calming yourself down with a few breaths before he put you down. Immediately he held your hands behind your back before using his silk to make handmade handcuffs. “You’ll stay with me from now on, luv.”

[simonriley09]

Degration Kink with Simon Riley [Kinktober Day 11]

Headcanons where Simon degrades you and he's mean about it TW: Humping, Degration, Gags, Spanking, Non-binary reader, mean Ghost.

Firstly he'd tie you up and gag you knowing that the only thing you could do is take it. "Shut up, don’t wanna hear that pathetic voice." Spanking you over his knee until your whimpering into the gag. "Fucking pathetic slut." Biting and sucking on your nipples until you squirm. "drooling from the mouth?, look at ya, So fucking dumb for me." When you try to squirm away he grabs you by the neck and spits on your face. "Baby, your going cross eyed. Oops." When you started to let out jumbled noises he mocked you. "Look at ya 'mmmhh hngggg' fuckin' pathetic. Can't fuckin' talk anymore?" And of course you’d be pathetic, he’d degrade you and fuck you until you're dumbed down. You’re so dumbed down and desperate for his cock he absolutely fucking loved it. He’d take his phone out and order you around. "Tongue out, slut." *click click click* the camera shutters and he grins. But he wasn't done or satisfied. "Spread your legs, now." then he’d finally touch you, put you on his thigh, your legs on each side of his thigh just perfect.. you’d ride his thigh, and he’d degrade you for it. "Stupid slut, can't even hump my thigh properly without drooling or making a mess out of your cunt." Then suddenly he’d push up his thigh right into you making you shake and whine loudly. "So desperate for my attention, you whore.."

[Credits to Royadni for this slutty picture <3] *Sneaks in a p!link*

[simonsrileyhusband]

I'd like to request more Loser!Simon, please and thank you.

If you write for Top!Reader, I'd love to see some smut where we're taking Loser!Simon for the first time in our relationship or maybe for the first time ever for him. Could be fluffy smut too.

If you don't write for Top!Reader (which is valid), I'd love some hurt/comfort where he questions whether or not he's good enough for us to stay and when we find out that he thinks he's not good enough, we reassure that he is good enough.

So, whichever request you'd like to do, either one's fine with me. I'm just enjoying the Loser!Simon content.

nsfw:

loser simon is NERVOUS. you and him have been having long talks about sex and how you two feel prepared, poor simon has to take deep breathes and calm himself down everytime you mention how good you'll make him feel.

the night was perfect, you two has a nice dinner while watching one of simons fantasy movies, lords of the rings to be specific. his hands gripping at his jeans as you touch his thigh.

you lead him to the bedroom, dimly lit with a little lamp, the breeze of the open window cooling your bodies.

simon was red, his face almost exploding at the sight of you taking off your shirt, and then his shirt, and then your pants and then his pants. and he thought he might die when you started touching him, his hand gripping the sheets, his legs trembling and his back arching at your movements.

simon will be very vocal. very vocal. he just cant contain his moans and whispers, he pleads and begs for more.

"lovie~ please, need you."

(chat, idk how to write subby characters, only subby bottom readers, so sorry.)

[codnasties]

i was looking for more videos and i just saw this one and was like GHOST?!?? 100% ghost!!! I JUST KNOW HE WOULD HAVE ONE OF THOSE SEMIREALISTIC DOLLS SO THAT HE CAN FUCK HIS GIRTHY COCK INTO WHEN HE GETS EXTREMELY HORNY how do i explain what this video is making me feel like the arms the pecs THAT DICK AND THE WAY IT JUST HANGS AND TWITCHES

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Replay (Soap/Ghost/Reader)

This is a Continuation of "Record (Soap/Reader)"

CW: threesome, cunillingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, recording, onlyfans

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC: 2.7k

I sat, tucked under the arm of the beaming Scot. I clutched a beer in my hand, slowly nursing the drink and catching fleeting glances over the rim of my glass. The man who sat before me was one I was unfamiliar with. The first thing I’d noticed were his deep brown eyes, framed with dark circles. He looked like he hadn’t had a decent sleep in weeks. His nose arched, like those on a Roman statue. Thin white streaks of puffy scar tissue adorned his face. I was sure each little line had a story behind it. 

I wasn’t quite sure why Johnny invited me out here. We usually stayed in, drinking and watching movies until we fell asleep atop each other. Late nights spent together had become usual ever since we started recording videos. Of course, I’d be too sore to drive home after a shoot, so why not spend the night with the man I loved so deeply? 

This, though, was different. Johnny never mentioned work while we were together. He refused to bring his work back home. So it intrigued me when he said a colleague was joining us. 

He looked at me in a way that seemed almost predatory. I caught his eyes on me here and there, feeling my cheeks burn every time. I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or afraid. His daunting height didn’t help either, so I tucked myself into Johnnys grasp, clutching his hand tightly in mine. 

Our conversation lulled, as they tend to do. I watched as the two men silently glared at each other, flicking their glance at me, scrunching their brows up, as if having a silent conversation. And then the Brit sat back against the booth, crossing his arms over his broad chest, knees spreading wider. 

“Can we…talk?” Johnny asked, thumb stroking the top of my hand. 

Almost instantly I felt a wave of nausea hit me. I swallowed, nodding silently. My jaw clenched tightly. 

“Y’ know I care abou’ you,” He paused, pursing his plush lips together. Another glance to his comrade. “What’d you think about recording a threesome?”

Somehow I expected this, and yet it was shocking to me. We’d been regularly recording content, dabbling into a few kinks, breaking out a few more toys, but this seemed like a jump. Maybe that’s what we needed, an escalation of this caliber. 

I turned to Simon, who was waiting ever so patiently, silently watching my reactions. The air of confidence he exudes was alluring. Something about it drew me into him. His lips curled up into the faintest little smile. 

“And he’s trustworthy?” I asked redundantly. 

“Saved m’ life more than I can count,” Johnny said with a nod. 

My heart pounded in my head as the blonde shifted closer to me. His hand rested on my knee, daring to slide higher. My breath grew shallow as I watched him take a drink from his glass, brown eyes locked onto me. With a thud, he set the glass down, focusing his attention on me. It felt overwhelming having two sets of hands on me. 

“So scared,” Johnny cooed, gently cradling my face in his palm. “I promise we’ll take good care o’ ye, right Si?”

The blonde reached forward, gripping Johnny’s chin between his fingers. He tugged the scot closer, their lips meeting in a messy kiss. Heat rose to my cheeks as I watched the display in front of me. It felt like something that wasn’t for my eyes. 

Johnny parted his lips, slipping his tongue into Simon’s mouth. A soft grunt rose from the brunette's chest. And then they were pulling away from each other. A silvery strand of saliva connected their lips. 

Johnny's wet lips met mine. I could feel my tense muscles softening as he pulled me into his warm embrace. I could taste the scotch on his tongue, bitter and warm. The faintest trace of smoke lie on his tongue. Broad hands slid up my thigh, gripping my flesh tightly. 

I pulled back, gaze meeting the set of blue eyes in front of me. His pupils were dilated, darkening his irises into pools of navy. I turned, glancing down at the tattooed hand on my thigh. My fingers danced up his biceps, tracing over the intricate ink decorating his pale skin. His muscles tensed under my touch as my hand skidded up and over his shoulder. 

His brown eyes were locked onto me, flicking from my eyes to my lips and back up. I tugged the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. His lips were chapped, tasting faintly of iron. They moved against me, parting experimentally. His tongue slid across my bottom lip. I moaned into his kiss, giving him just enough room to slip his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of bitter smoke. It made me want to gag, pull away, and take a sip of my drink, but I didn’t. The fluttering in my stomach was too addictive. I chased my arousal on his tongue, hooking my arms around the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

Johnny's lips kissed along my jaw, egging me on. He whispered soft praises in my ear, stoking the fire in my core. I grabbed Simon’s wrist, tugging his hand closer to my clothed cunt. I ached for stimulation, needed it like a cigarette. Pulling back, I glanced at the two soldiers, having made up my mind. 

“I’ll do it.”

“You feelin’ okay?” Johnny asked, softly stroking my hair. If I was being honest, my stomach was in knots, and so was my mind. I lay against Johnny’s chest, propped up against the headboard. His arms wrapped around my shoulders. 

“Yeah. I think we can start.” I nodded. 

“Si,” Johnny nodded toward the Brit. The camera beeped as Simon pressed record. That familiar red light came on. 

Johnny's lips were on my neck, trailing gentle kisses down my jawline. He tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, which was baggy enough to cover my underwear. 

“Can I take this off? Want to show him your beautiful body,” he cooed. My breath hitched, heart pounding from his words. I lifted my arms over my head, letting him pull the fabric from my body. I felt vulnerable with my bare chest on display. I crossed my arms over my chest. 

“Sorry, turn the camera off, I don’t think they’re ready-” 

“No, it’s ok-” I cut Johnny off. My gaze was glued to the ground. The mattress shifted as Simon kneeled before me. He rested his hands on my knees, slowly gliding up my thighs. 

“Look at me,” Simon's voice was stern, but not malicious. He tilted my chin up with his fingers. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, brown eyes flicking down at my lips. I nodded silently. He slowly leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, and then another, and another until our lips moved together, melding against one another. I hooked my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his chest was pressed to mine. 

“So good for us,” Johnny whispered next to my ear. I could feel his cock stiffening, pressing into my back. I moaned against Simon's lips. 

“Fuck-“ I spoke through heavy breaths. Simon's fingers brushed against my clothed cunt. The blonde pulled away to look at the mess between my legs. A distinct wet spot bled through my underwear. He dragged his fingers through the wetness before bringing it to his lips. The burning hot feeling of arousal sparked alive on my nerves. My brows furrowed, a whine slipping from my tongue. 

“Taste like sugar,” he grunted, fingers dipping beneath my waistband. Johnny helped ease my hips up, as Simon pulled my underwear down. Simon moved onto his stomach, gently biting and licking my inner thighs. My heart quickened as I watched his blonde locks slowly approach my core. 

Simon's tongue darted out, licking a thick stripe up my cunt. I clasped my hand over my mouth, only for Johnny to grip my wrist tight, pulling my hand away. 

“Wanna hear you, love,” he groaned, watching the Brit perched between my legs. 

Simon dove in, eating me out with fervor. His tongue flicked against my clit, savoring my taste. He moaned against my cunt, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. I gripped Johnny's wrists, holding tight as my thighs quivered. 

Pressure squeezed my insides, tugging at my diaphragm. My breaths drew shallower, noisier as he wrapped his lips around my clit. I gritted my teeth, quelling the deluge of moans threatening to spill from my burning lungs. And my thighs, how they ached. My calves flexed, toes curling. My fingernails left angry marks behind on Johnny's arms, but the Scot didn’t seem to mind. His blue eyes were fixated on my quivering cunt. 

I ground my hips against his face, desperately seeking more stimulation, just a little more and I’d be over the edge. The tip of his arched nose nudged my clit, earning a whine from my sweaty chest. 

His calloused hands grabbed my hips with a bruising strength, holding me still as he lavished my clit. My voice came out as a choked-out sob, broken and incoherent. My limbs pulled taut, tensing as my orgasm flooded my senses. My extremities tingled, burning as every nerve ending set alight. Hot tears streamed down my face, smearing my mascara. 

Simon pulled away, keeping his hand steady on my hips. The man watched as my breathing steadied, and as my eyes slowly focused. When the haze passed, the first thing I saw was his face. He was gently smiling, pressing soft kisses into the tops of my thighs. 

I pulled at Simon’s shirt, now soaked at the collar. His lips met mine. I could taste myself on his lips, sweat, and the faintest hit of molasses. I pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside for later. 

I pushed my hand against his chest, urging him to sit at the edge of the bed. Rising onto my unsteady knees, I turned to face the men. With my two fingers, I gestured toward Johnny as I kneeled before the blonde. 

I rested my hands on his thighs. He stared down at me with wide eyes, watching my every movement. Johnny kneeled beside me, lips meeting mine in a messy kiss. He moaned against my lips, fingers skating along my back. 

I pulled away from his kiss, a string of saliva forming between us. Tilting my head, I looked up at Simon. A deep blush had settled over his cheeks, visible even in the blue lighting. He pushed his shorts over his hips, cock springing free from its confines. Precum drooled from the head of his cock. 

I took his cock in my hand, running my tongue along the head of his cock. Johnny leaned in, sliding his tongue against mine. Our lips brushed against each other as we teased Simon’s cock. 

“Oh, fuck-” Simon groaned, bucking his hips forward. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock before pulling off, tongue swirling under his frenum. I pulled away, stroking Simon's cock with my hand. Johnny took the opportunity to wrap his lips around Simon's cock and slowly inch his length into his mouth. Drool spilled from the Brunette’s mouth. I leaned in, licking the mess off of his balls. 

I watched as Johnny furrowed his brows, taking Simon deep into his mouth. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, watching the perverted display in front of me. 

“Shit- shit I’m close wait-” 

Simon gripped Johnny's Mohawk, pulling him off of his cock. I let go of his length, watching Simon's tough demeanor shatter before me. The sounds that came out of him were unrestrained, breathy, and higher pitched than his normal speaking voice. 

“That was hot,” I told Johnny as his lips met mine. His belt clattered as he made quick work of undoing it. 

“My turn?” He asked, pulling the belt from his jeans. 

“Course it is.” I grinned. “Si, grab the lube.”

I pushed my hands against Johnny’s chest, slowly he stepped backward until the mattress brushed against his calves. My fingers chastely undid the button of his jeans. The baggy denim fell from his waist. His fingers laced with mine as he moved to lie on the mattress. I kneeled on the edge of the bed, nodding toward the headboard.

Simon softly took my wrist in his hand. I glanced up at the blonde, taking the bottle from his hand. 

“I can prep him,” I told the Brit with a smile. 

Johnny lay with his head against the pillows. His hands were folded over his chest. A pillow lay beneath his hips. I kneeled before him, prying his legs apart with my fingers. He glanced away, biting at his lower lip. I couldn’t help the smile that came to me. To be unabashedly sucking cock, and then shy just minutes later…I found it adorable. 

With a click, the cap of the lube bottle opened. I spread a generous amount over my fingers and set the bottle aside. 

My fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, gently stroking him as I circled my slick fingers around his hole. 

“Are you okay?” I asked. 

“Just put it in-” he sputtered. His cock twitched in my hand. 

I pushed my fingers forward past the tight ring of muscles. Johnny groaned, jutting his hips forward. I chuckled, stroking his cock faster as I scissored my fingers. The tension around my fingers slowly dissipated as I thrusted my digits inside of him. 

“More, more please,” Johnny begged, throwing his head back against the pillows. I added a third finger, feeling him stretch to accommodate me. I curled the tips of my fingers up, brushing against his prostate.

“That’s good, dear,” Simon placed a chaste kiss on my cheek. I pulled my fingers from Johnny, watching his ass clench around nothing. He whined, blue eyes following me as I settled over his hips. I guided his cock to my soaking cunt with my hand and slowly sank down. My eyelids fluttered shut as I took the first couple of inches. Johnny's hands gripped my hips, holding me tight as I worked my way down onto his length. 

Simon’s fingers slid down the front of my stomach, stopping at my clit. I gritted my teeth as he circled my clit with two fingers. 

“Open up, come on, take that cock,” He groaned. I tilted my head back, relinquishing a moan from my throat. Johnny pulled my hips down the rest of the way. Tears brimmed in my eyes as the tip of his cock nestled against my cervix. 

“Shit!” Johnny threw his head back against the pillows. The Brit settled his hands on my waist as he slowly thrust his hips forward. “Fuck- yersobig” Johnny slurred. Simon guided me to move my hips against Johnny, rising and falling to a steady rhythm. The mattress creaked under the weight of all three of us. 

“There you go, open up for me,” Simon said behind me. I shifted my weight onto my knees and quickened my pace. Slapping echoed throughout the room as I rode Johnny's cock. Every time his hips met my ass, I could feel his cock nuzzling against a cluster of nerves. My jaw went slack, vision growing hazy as Simon began thrusting into Johnny. The headboard slammed against the wall with every movement of our bodies. 

“Ohfuck- s’too much!” Johnny whined. “Feels so good-”

Simon reached around, stroking my clit once more. I knew I wouldn’t last with his fingers on me. Maybe that was the point. He rubbed quick circles into my clit grunting incomprehensible words into my ear. 

My stomach clenched tight, cunt clamping on Johnny’s cock as I came abruptly. I sobbed as my body went limp. I fell forward into Johnny’s chest. He babbled, holding me tight in his arms. 

Warmth flooded my cunt as he came, cock twitching inside of me. He silently tossed his head against the pillows, face contorted into a grimace. Simon stilled, cumming soon after. 

The three of us collapsed into a pile of sticky heaving limbs. Fingers tangled in my hair, danced over my thighs, dug into my stomach. Every movement seemed to blur as my scattered thoughts slowly reassembled. 

This was definitely a good idea. 

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

Chapter 10: Extra!

Task Force 141 + König + Keegan x Female Criminal!Reader (except Captain Price, because he'll be like a father to the bunch, and König and Keegan won't appear until later on in the story)

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NOTE: Hello, people! This isn't a new chapter, but merely just extra of the latest chapter! Think of it as just a drabble, some info or CLUES about the fanfic, but I hope you guys still enjoy reading it! WORD COUNT: 681

Hunters who are forever hunted, always time-counting.

Often, they dream of drowning.

Water dyed in crimson, they found themselves sinking in.

They felt like puppets, crimes stuffed like cotton within. 

Ordered by a man behind a desk, their burdens grow.

Pulled by the string master behind the show.

Living in the darkness of night.

A sacrifice without a name nor a shed of light.

Nocturne of their nightmares continues, lasting and drawn.

Through each fire they make, the heart begins to wan.

Sinners who have taken others’ mantles of transgressions.

None are sentenced guilty in their visions.

A ghost, set out, shrouded in the mists of their deeds to catch another ghost.

Pray tell, oh, one who stand unmoving from their post.

Draw the curtains, which is the good you perceive?

Rather than good, which is the lesser evil you believe?

Anointed demon inhibiting other demons.

Group of people, neither good nor bad, for reasons.

On the clock, in this endless cycle of hunting, everyone hides scars.

Never linger, regardless, further into the shadows on a night without stars.

Such as your time would cease to continue

The Night Before the Mission in Rio De Janeiro

Jonathan Price scanned you from head to toes, making you tilt your head to the side and raise your brow. He kept his eyes on you for a minute, before he let out a sigh. “You surely know how to keep my boys entertained,” he spoke in a low voice, grabbing a handgun suspended on the wall. You watched him step into the range and aim at the target meters from where he stood.

“I guess, we vibe?” You answered, unsure of your words, and snatched a copy of his gun. You walked into the range and stood beside him, raising both of your arms as you gripped with comfort and fired. “I mean, your boys are good at making conversations. I, being talkative depends on—”

“Tell me,” he shot a bullet straight into the middle of the target, making the loud noise cut you off, “why did Shepherd bring you to us?”

You stared at the bullseye he just made. “For more manpower—” you stopped as he turned to you with the gun aimed at your forehead. “Uh, what’s this for, sir?” You dropped your arms down to your side.

“You are not normal,” he declared, finger staying on the trigger. “You don’t flinch with a gun on your head. Shepherd refers to you as a tool.”

You rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. “He believes what he believes. He says what he says. That’s his weakness and, it should be your weapon.” You let your gun drop with a thud on the floor, making his eyes flicker down at your feet for a second before his attention locked on you. 

“And why should I listen to you?”

“Because in the long run, you will need me.” You smiled. “Time is running out. Emperor is rising.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

You pointed a finger up. “His first target will be the golden eagle who soars in the sky, his shadow hounds, and those who take one for one.”

Price scoffed. “Yes, you are making sense right now.” He returned your smile, but it quickly dropped as the nozzle of his gun met your skin. “Who the fuck is targeting us, and why do you know about this?”

“I am the one the Czar calls his princess.”

The Captain’s eyes widened.

A black sheep of the herd, branded a criminal under the eyes of the one who has declared to make people pay their Price.

Yet, not only the Ghosts of the past hunt down what had gotten away, slipped away like grains of sand from their hands.

A man, obedient of the time, an emperor of his ideals seeks to bring the black sheep into his arms.

Will the Shepherd who had captured the sheep be able to keep it?

Will the other take back what was his?

Was the black sheep truly what it seems?

Or was it a wolf who brings snapdragons everywhere it goes?

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