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Simon "Ghost" Riley // Mature ABC ⚠️

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

He is very much into aftercare. I imagine he likes to be pampered and spoiled since his work revolves around taking charge; he would mostly let loose and let you take control also, meaning he would trust you enough to let you take care of him. But in the end, he's also down to just cuddling. It doesn't matter who's the big spoon or little spoon, so long as he feels you're close to him.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's):

In general, he likes all of his body. He worked hard for it and is very proud of it, though he would get self-conscious due to the scars that litter his body here and there. With that being said, he has a body-worshiping kink, no doubt. “Fuck~ Do-Dont stop,” Simon grunts “Your hairy hole is milking my cock~ gonna cum inside you.” “Breed me~.” “Shit~ baby, you have such a beautiful body just for me,” you said as your hands started traveling his body as you thrust your cock in him. “Shit~” Simon groans as you kiss his chest and worship his body. “All mine~.”

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum):

He's into cum play. That's simple. I mean, his job revolves around getting dirty, so I feel as though he wouldn't mind having you cumming in and out of his body or giving him a good facial. But there was this one time… “Gonna cum in you you want that want my cum fuck~,” you said as you trusted harder. “Fuck yeah- harder, be a man and get me fucking,” Simon asked when he realized what he said; he got embarrassed though you didn't show signs of stopping. “Hell yeah~ gonna bloat this belly with ma- babies,” you said, thrusting harder and faster.

D - Dirty Secrets (Something they would like to try):

His dirty secret is his kinks. He keeps some of the hidden cause he is embarrassed by them. I could see him also getting caught multiple times by you. “If you wanted to smell me, you could just ask; I would've let you straight from the source,” you said, standing in the doorway. You caught him doing what exactly? Seeing the Simon “Ghost” Riley beating it off while smelling one of your used underwear is a sight for sore eyes.

E - Experience (How experienced are they):

Questionable; he isn't used to being the bottom of the relationship, more specifically with a man. Still, he's learning, and with both your sex drives combined, I give it a few months until he is considered a master.

F - Favorite Position (You should know):

Mating press is undoubtedly the best way to get bred while maintaining eye contact. Though if you're having a soft session missionary and, on rare occasions fuck in the Captain's desk, he only finds out cause he walks in on both of you. But thanks to your help, he loves face sitting the most. The way you eat out his hairy hole is amazing. It ends up with cum all over your face and an overstimulated Simon on top of you.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous):

He's a mix of both; he can be goofy to the point where both of you tried roleplaying with your uniforms on and serious to the point where it's all about taking care of one another and fulfilling each other's needs.

H - Hair (How hairy are they):

He's gotten used to being very hairy. I would believe all the task force has; not having enough time to groom all their body hair and only groom their facial hair and just making sure to shower as much as possible. Not only that, I would think they have to get used to it, especially if it is a long mission; therefore, he's very hairy but keeps his facial hair well-groomed.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment):

Short answer he's very intimate and romantic when doing the deed. But occasionally wants to get rough and kinky.

J - Journey (Their Ideal way of leading up to sex):

Honestly depends on how much you both need to be relieved; if you are both incredibly horny, then you are at it like rabbits, but if you both aren't in a rush, then the foreplay is everything very sensual and a lot of teasing on both parts.

K - Kinks (What are they into):

Body worshiping Breeding kink Milking Musk kink Overstimulation Face sitting Foreskin play Pit worshipping Mask kink

L - Location (Where do they like to have sex):

Anywhere when it comes to being in private, the only exception is the Captain's office because he thinks it's funny. Still, other than that, if it has a surface, it will be a long night for both of you. Hell, once, you fucked him standing up, so no surface is needed.

M - Motivation (What turns them on):

The hottest thing you both can do is fuck after a good workout. He doesn't care if you are sweaty or musky; he finds it hot when you push him against a wall and fuck his brains out. Or if you are about to give him a blowjob, he finds it hot if you like his tip while his foreskin is still covering it. Or when you wear his mask while fucking him.

N - No (What turns them off):

Anything that may appear abusive to him or anything that can cause physical or mental harm to the both of you.

O - Oral (Preferences in giving or receiving):

He's both, but he likes receiving more, especially with how skilled your mouth is. Give him a good rim job and blowjob, and holy shit, he will cum in no time, and if you overstimulate him, that's a bonus to him. “Please~ I- I can't cum anymore,” Simon said as you kept eating him out while jerking him off. You just look up at him and view how he reacted; his dick is hard in your hand as you see his foreskin pass over his shiny angry red tip; you've been stimulating him for close to an hour, already taking 3 loads from him his balls twitching with need. “Just one more baby~ cum for me” “F- Fuck~~” was all that Simon said as his balls retracted and shot out his last load of cum. “Good Boy”

P - Pace (Fast and Rough or Slow and Sensual):

All of the above, as mentioned, he doesn't care so long as you both enjoy yourselves.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies):

He's fine with quickies. He understands why you guys must do them from time to time, especially with your line of work.

R - Risk (Are they done to experiment):

He’s into risk, but only when it's in The Captain's office I mean, don't get me wrong, he still gets embarrassed, but as I mentioned, it’s a joke to both of you, so he finds it amusing. But the Captain most certainly hates it and disinfects his office very often.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go):

This man can go on for a while, but only when you're overstimulating, milking, or edging him; other than that, if you're both doing lovemaking, he would get exhausted, especially with how much emotions get put into it.

T - Toys (Do they own any toys):

Yes, he has a molded dildo of your cock and uses it whenever you're not around. But that's about it other than that, he's not really interested in anything else.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease):

You both tease the hell out of each other one time; you left him whining cause he couldn't take it anymore, and another time he left you there with a hard-on with your hands wrapped around the bedpost while he masterbated in front of you. That little shit. “Ple-Please, Simon let me fuck you,” you begged as your hips thrust, looking for stimulation. “Fuck~ You like this, don't you like me jack off in front of you- Gosh, gonna cum all over your face,” he said as he moved his hand faster. “Please~”

V - Volume (How loud and what sounds):

Average, I wouldn't say he's loud, but he's not quite either; he is most definitely very worried about being too loud. But sometimes, he can't help it and lets out a big moan which results in him covering his mouth quickly.

W - Wild Card (what's the craziest thing they ever done):

The craziest thing they have ever done is worship your body after a workout. You were sweating, and he just pinned you against the wall with your writs above your head; you didn't know what he had in mind when alive of a sudden, he started licking your hairy chest and pits. Not something he does often; pretty rare.

X - Xray (What's going on under her clothes):

I would say he's uncut with a very long foreskin. He's also pretty tall with a lot of muscle, so because of that, I would assume he's a grower, which would mostly consist of his dick being around 4 - 5 inches soft and 5.5 to 6.5 inches hard, but he very thick with a vein that runs down the middle. His balls are average as well, but his dick definitely is able to cover them both. As for pubic hairs down there, he's hairy but trims just a bit. His balls are off-limits mainly because he just doesn't have time, and you're not complaining, so… Also no one can convince otherwise that this man has a hairy ass.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive):

You both are very horny mostly all the time but are able to handle the temptation for long periods of time; once you get back, you won't leave your room till both of you are milked dry. According to the team, if men could get pregnant, you both would have enough kids to make a football team.

Z - ZZZ (How long until they are asleep):

Takes a while, honestly; you both just like to bathe in the afterglow of having sex or lovemaking, holding each other close, and reassuring each other you are both still there for each other. It's also the one time when he doesn't have his mask and is able to actually relax.

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n0cturna1-m3 · 1 year

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Good Boy | Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley x Top Male Reader | Smut

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Descriptions of wounds, medical descriptions, blood (non sexual), anal fingering, hand jobs, multiple orgasms, smut is short bc i got impatient, probably masochism

A/N; This was inspired by a post i saw but i forgot the link so good luck 🙏 enjoy because im just glad this is FINISHED bc i was stuck man

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Y/N was in the middle of scrubbing his hands clean in preparation for whichever unlucky soul was to walk through the door of the medical unit next. He had a pit in his stomach from a messy and unfavourable amputation, but he swallowed it down, splashing his face with cold water before drying his hands.

The door fumbled open and two familiar faces stepped in, one with a limp and a makeshift tourniquet while the other supported him.

“Soap, Ghost. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Y/N teased, walking over to them and eyeing them up, specifically Ghost and the blood-soaked pant leg on his right thigh.

“L.T. got in a spot of trouble and ended up with this monster. We did what we could but figured you’d appreciate the visit,” Soap said. Y/N hummed and outstretched his arms.

“I’ll take him from here.” Soap hummed and transferred Ghost to his waiting arms, supporting him against his side with a strong arm around his waist and slinging Ghost’s arm over his shoulders. He had nearly melted into Y/N’s warmth.

Since his first encounter with the medic, who usually accompanied them on the field but was set back for this particular mission, he had felt comfortable around him. Strangely so. He would often find himself in Y/N’s lithe fingers, whether it be fishing out a bullet or patching up a few bruises and cuts. He felt a little warmer around him. Y/N would always treat him kindly after patching him up, putting time aside to aid him in cleaning the wound and other things. The gestures always left Ghost feeling giddy, and eager to be pampered by Y/N the next time he was to be injured. It occasionally left Ghost’s subconscious to make him a little less cautious, a subtle urge to be hurt just enough to see the warm, wide smile that Y/N often sported around him.

Y/N was always more than happy to care for Ghost. He was quiet and didn’t cause trouble, stomached through whatever he had to without whining about it. Not only being a favourable patient, but he also was charming and his sense of humour was just as dark as the rest of him, and Y/N couldn’t have found it any more attractive if he tried. Ghost was good company, and Y/N often found himself in his presence when he was able. A subtle fascination in both parts.

“So, how’d you get this?” Y/N asked as he pulled on a pair of gloves and a mask.

“Got caught off guard, bastard dragged me down and dragged his knife down,” Ghost responded, watching Y/N gather various things from his little station.

“Mm, doesn’t sound fun,” he said. He turned around and grabbed a large pair of shears, pulling a rolling tray table with him. “You wanna be up or down?”

“I’d prefer to sit up,” Ghost said. He shifted where he sat as Y/N pulled a stool in front of him and sat down. He pulled Ghost’s legs open and eyed the tourniquet, Ghost’s breath hitching from the action. He felt vulnerable with Y/N hunched over between his legs, albeit for a laceration.

“I’m gonna take this off, then I’ll have to cut open your trousers to get the wound easier,” Y/N explained as he placed the shears between his knees before reaching up to fumble with the knot. He undid it quickly, tugging off the device and tossing it to the side. He grabbed the shears again and pulled at the sticky, blood-soaked fabric that clung to Ghost’s skin. He flinched as the cold metal of the scissors touched his skin, the rather loud sound of the fabric parting filling their little corner as Y/N sliced open the pants and pulled them open. He had to roll up his boxers a bit to see the entirety of the wound.

Finally getting a good look at the laceration, Y/N grimaced slightly. It was very red, dried and wet blood mixing grotesquely. It was about 7 centimetres long and more than 4 centimetres deep, the muscle throbbing painfully.

“Good news, it’s not infected yet,” Y/N said as he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and a wad of gauze. “Bad news, this is gonna hurt like a bastard.”

Without warning, Y/N dumped the liquid onto the wound, immediately pressing the gauze to it. He always did things swiftly and abruptly when it came to quick and painful actions, and Ghost was one of the poor victims of this borderline assault. Ghost grunted in pain, one hand shooting out and grabbing Y/N’s wrist tightly.

“Sorry, sorry,” he winced, closing the cap to the alcohol.

“Give me a warning next time, you arse,” Ghost growled, gritting his teeth. He loosened his grip on Y/N’s wrist and gave him a warm smile of gratitude. It made Ghost’s heart skip a beat.

Y/N worked quickly on wiping the area tenderly and preparing a syringe of a numbing solution.

“You ready?” he asked, looking into Ghost’s pretty brown eyes.

“I s’pose so,” he grumbled back.

“Do you want something to bite?”

Ghost thought for a moment and shook his head, instead grabbing the edges of the bed and squeezing. Y/N mumbled something under his breath and carefully grabbed a chunk of muscle from Ghost’s thigh and inserted the needle. He grunted at the sting and the warm feeling of the numbing agent seeping under his skin.

“It’ll take a few minutes to start working,” Y/N said, discarding the needle and syringe in a contaminant container. Y/N sat back on his stool in front of Ghost and looked at him. “You know,” he started, scanning Ghost’s vest. He reached for it and began removing it. “For someone so careful on the field, you sure do seem to come to me often.”

Ghost helped him remove his vest and discarded it beside him.

“Why do you think that is, Y/N?” he inquired, tilting his head at Y/N. He gave him a Cheshire grin.

“You want my honest answer?”

“Well, now I'm not sure.” He had a small smirk under his balaclava and mask, but the slight crinkle in the corner of his eyes gave him away.

“I think that you're quite fond of me, lieutenant.”

Ghost stared at him for a moment, biting his lip nervously. “What are you implying?” he finally asked.

“You’ve got a soft spot for me,” Y/N responded. He poked beside the wound with his finger and glanced at Ghost. “Does that hurt?”

“Can’t feel a thing.”

“Good.” He grabbed a needle and thread and began quickly suturing a laceration closed while Ghost watched him.

His fingers were nimble as he worked, and the stitches weren't sloppy. He quickly finished stitching him up and secured the end with a knot.

“There you go, big guy. All stitched up,” he said, patting Ghost’s good thigh. Ghost looked at him longingly, his mind wandering for a moment. “What’s with those puppy eyes?”

He blinked and stopped breathing for a moment. Y/N was in between his legs, his elbows on each of Ghost’s knees with his hands and forearms dangling between his thighs.

“What?” he asked dumbly. Y/N let out a breathy laugh and lifted a hand to motion towards his face.

“You look like a puppy with your big eyes,” he said. Ghost stared at him, a sudden pang in his chest of worry. “It’s cute.”

“Thank you,” Ghost said quickly. He leaned forward and Y/N smiled at him again.

“Do you want help getting to your room?” Ghost definitely didn't need help in walking to his room. He was more than capable of returning by himself. But the thought of Y/N’s arm around him made him feel warm inside. He nodded, and Y/N stood up, quickly discarding his gloves. He grabbed Ghost’s vest in one arm and helped him up with the other. Ghost draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulders, and Y/N grabbed his hand to pull more of his body weight onto him. “Christ, you’re feckin’ heavy.”

“All the more to love,” Ghost blurted, his ears burning at the realisation of what he said. Y/N snickered and held his waist tighter. Ghost held in a grunt and grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly.

The walk to the Living Barracks was slow and tedious, as Ghost seemed to be making Y/N’s job much harder. Y/N stumbled through the door to Ghost’s room and sighed in exasperation. It was tidy, with minimal decoration and two beds on either wall. The right side had a metal wardrobe pushed against it, slotting between the bed and the wall. The left side had a desk and chair with scattered papers and pens on it.

“Who sleeps with you?” Y/N asked as he walked to the right side, assuming it was his because of the black balaclava on a small side table beside the tidy bed. Y/N sat him down and sighed in relief, walking to the desk and placing Ghost’s vest on it.

“Nobody,” he said, watching as Y/N sat on the bed opposite of him. He hummed and looked back at Ghost.

“Your room is nicer than mine. We have bunk beds, and he’s a loud sleeper. He stole the top bed and tosses and turns, so it squeaks constantly. and He’s messy,” Y/N ranted. He tapped his fingers against the mattress. His eyes wandered the room to familiarise himself with the space. There was a small window in between the beds, a curtain cutting most of the light. “Oh, that’s right.”

Ghost raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Your pants,” he said, standing up to walk to the wardrobe.

“I can dress myself, it’s fine,” Ghost responded, getting off his bed and moving towards it. Y/N huffed as he watched him open the door and rummage through it.

“You wanted help getting here,” Y/N began, walking up behind ghost and placing his hands on his shoulders, “but you seem to be walking fine.”

Ghost faltered in grabbing a pair of sweatpants, his fingers twitching around the fabric as he was caught in his lie.

“You should shower,” Y/N said, stepping away from Ghost and instead sitting on his bed. “You smell like death.” Ghost scoffed and grabbed a black t-shirt, a pair of socks, a bar of soap, and a towel. Y/N grabbed the balaclava from the side table and tossed it to him. He mumbled thanks and walked out the door, pausing before closing it.

“Will you be here when I come back?” he asked.

Y/N chuckled and said, “Sure, big guy.”

The door closed, and he flopped back on the bed, stretching out his limbs before going limp and closing his eyes. Ghost quickly made his way to the showers and turned on the bright lights of the empty room, placing his clothing on a bench. He quickly stripped himself of his dirty clothes and discarded his balaclava and mask, taking his towel and bar of soap with him to a stall and shutting the curtain. He turned the knob and ice-cold water poured out of the shower head.

Flinching at the cold water that hit his skin, Ghost took a shaky breath and dropped his head to let it wet his hair. His wound was still somewhat numb, but the ache was starting to settle in. The water washed away the grime of his mission, and it left Ghost feeling content. He rubbed the soap between his hands to gather some of the foam and began washing his body, a rising heat settling in his stomach rapidly.

“Fuck…” he moaned breathlessly, running a hand down his stomach to stroke his half-hard cock slowly.

Y/N waited patiently for Ghost to return, fumbling with his fingers while scanning the room. He hummed and sat up to take off his scrubs, pulling the top over his head and leaving a tight, long-sleeved turtleneck. He left his pants on, seeing as they were more like sweats rather than uncomfortable shirts.

He flopped back on Ghost’s bed and sighed. He’s gonna use up all the hot water at this rate, Y/N thinks. The door finally opens and Ghost walks in, his eyes clean of the makeup that usually covers them.

“Took you long enough,” Y/N snorts. Ghost huffs and sits down on the foot of his bed. “It’s dark out now, you really do take a while.”

“I don’t usually,” he said, eyeing Y/N as he sat up and moved to lean on the wall with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed.

“Ah! I just remembered.” Y/N sat up and grabbed his shirt from the floor, reaching into the breast pocket and pulling out a small tube. “Take off your pants.”

“What?” Y/N raised his eyebrows at him.

“I want to put this on the wound. It’ll help numb it a bit and work as an antibiotic,” he said. “Do you not want it or..?”

Suddenly Ghost’s stitches were throbbing painfully. Something to numb it, even slightly, had him immediately perk up.

“No, no I want it,” he grumbled, sitting up and shuffling his sweats down his thighs, pulling them to be just above his knees. “That good enough?”

“Yup.”

Y/N crouched between Ghost’s legs again, rolling his boxers up his thigh. Ghost felt himself twitch at the feeling of Y/N’s cold hands on his skin, leaving a warm burning sensation in their wake.

He opened the cap and poured a generous amount of the ointment onto his pointer and index finger, closing it and setting it beside Ghost before tenderly smearing it onto the wound. Ghost watched him nervously, silently praying that the other man wouldn’t be able to hear his heart pounding in his chest, or in his-

“You okay?” Y/N asked, snapping Ghost out of his head.

“Yeah,” he said. His thighs were trembling slightly, and Y/N gazed up at him with a twinge of suspicion.

“Are you sure?” he prodded, splaying his hands flat on either of Ghost’s thighs while looking up at him. Ghost nearly gasped at the contact. It wasn’t much, but to him, it felt like the most intimate moment in his life.

“I-” Ghost sputtered. Y/N’s expression shifted to that of curiosity. “Yeah,” he croaked.

Y/N hummed and rubbed Ghost’s thighs with his thumbs before letting one hand reach up to hold Ghost’s chin.

“Okay then,” He pulled away from Ghost entirely and stood up, “I’ll be leaving then. It’s about time for dinner,” he said, walking towards the door.

Ghost reached out and grabbed one of Y/N’s forearms, the latter turning to look at him with faux disinterest.

“Don’t…”

“Don’t what?” Y/N mocked, facing Ghost again and grinning down at him like a wolf.

“Fuck, don’t leave me like this, you bastard,” he rasped.

Y/N smiled and placed himself between Ghost’s legs again, setting his hands on his thighs. He reached up to push Ghost’s balaclava up to his nose and leaned in, their lips brushing together and breaths mixing.

“Tell me to kiss you,” Y/N said, resting his fingertips on Ghost’s jaw. His breath hitched and he brought his hand up to hold the back of Y/N’s neck.

“Kiss me.” Y/N quickly pressed his lips against Ghost’s, humming with contentment as his eyes fluttered shut. He tilted his head slightly and guided Ghost to lay on his back, pinning him against the bed with his body.

Y/N pulled Ghost’s pants down completely and tossed them to the side before rubbing his inner thigh, just beside his wound. He moved his hand to palm at Ghost’s cock through his boxers before sliding it under the fabric. He touched him lightly, just grazing his fingertips over his length.

Ghost grunted and bit Y/N’s lip, pulling at it with his teeth and licking it after. He winced and let his mouth hang open, Ghost taking the opportunity to let his tongue slide into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Y/N mumbled, closing his hand around Ghost’s cock. He began stroking him slowly, rubbing the tip and collecting the precum that gathered there, spreading it down his shaft.

Rutting up into Y/N’s hand, Ghost moved his hands to grab at his shirt, pulling him against himself even more, a silent plea to be closer. Y/N obliged by removing himself from Ghost’s lips, instead planting kisses on his neck and letting his other hand run down to join his other around Ghost’s cock.

Ghost moaned as Y/N locked his fingers around his dick and started fist-fucking him, a burning sensation spreading from the head of his cock to the pit of his stomach. He bared his neck for Y/N, the latter digging his teeth into the pale flesh. Red teeth marks paired with deep maroon hickeys quickly littered his skin.

His breath hung heavy as he approached orgasm, rolling his hips up into Y/N’s tight grip. He dug his fingers into Y/N’s hair and pulled, holding his breath when he came, thick white strips spilling from the head of his cock and covering his stomach. Some of it reached as high as his chest from how hard he came.

“Ah, fuck,” he whimpered. Y/N continued to work his hands up and down his erection despite the overstimulation. “Wait a minute, please.”

Y/N hummed and kissed his cheek, slowly stopping and removing his hands from Ghost’s flushed cock. His chest heaved as he attempted to regain his breath while Y/N ran his hands up and down his torso, spreading his cum on his skin.

He pulled away from Ghost and hoisted his lower half onto his lap, taking in the sight of his stretched hole. He took his cum covered fingers and pressed them against Ghost’s entrance, slowly pushing them inside. The slight burn of the mostly dry stretch left him breathless, clenching around him and moaning. Y/N gazed at Ghost’s ass, utterly enthralled with the way he squeezed him.

“Fuck, do you even know how sexy you are?” Y/N asked. The blush under Ghost’s mask told a thousand stories, and he almost wanted Y/N to see it. To see how his words affected him. How he affected him just by being HIM.

“Stop,” he muttered. Y/N curled his fingers in response, brushing his prostate. “Ah, shit, right there,” he moaned.

Y/N smiled at him and pressed against the soft spot inside of him, pushing Ghost closer to the edge once more. He leaned down to kiss him again, softly and slowly. Ghost grabbed at Y/N’s shoulder as he neared orgasm again, pulling him into a tight hug.

Tears welled in his brown eyes, the heat in his groyne spreading rapidly through his core again.

“Shit, oh, fuck,” he gasped, his little breathy moans being swallowed up by Y/N’s mouth and tongue. “Fuck!” He was crying now, hot tears spilling from his eyes. He threw his head back and slapped a hand over his mouth, Y/N taking the invitation to suck more hickeys onto his skin. His other hand moved to stroke his dick again, pulling at it languidly. It was wet and hot, practically burning in his hand.

“You gonna cum?” Y/N asked. Ghost nodded, digging his fingers into his cheeks. “Good boy…”

That alone was enough to send him over the edge. Ghost curled into himself and shook as he came again, a cry ripping from his throat. Y/N continued his motions, slowly jerking him off and thrusting his fingers in and out while kissing his neck.

“Such a good boy,” he praised. His breath tickled. Ghost’s chest heaved rapidly as he came back down to earth, legs shaking. Y/N sat up and removed his hands from Ghost’s body, admiring him from where he sat. His eyes wandered to his stitches, and he winced at the sight of the angry red wound. “You nearly burst your stitches.”

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lieutnt · 4 months

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beta/alpha!male reader x omega!john price x omega!simon "ghost" riley summary: price and ghost help you with your first rut after your sudden change from a beta to an alpha. warnings: nsfw, minors dni. omegaverse, brief illness, threesome, knotting, creampies. ko-fi & commissions sorry for the delay on this! had it like 80% written by saturday and then i had a time the next few days. i got carried away with the word count so oops.

Price was normally resistant to others being assigned to his task force, but when your file found its way on his desk curiosity got the better of him. Not just because you were a Beta, although that did help his willingness to accept you, but because you filled a hole in the team. Your skills and training had rounded out the task force, being a Beta was an added bonus.

There was still lingering doubt in Price’s mind, but weeks after you had joined and Gaz went into heat you offered to help. You had been the perfect carer - staying with him the entire time and making sure he was fed, hydrated and happy. Afterwards Gaz had privately gushed about you to the rest of the 141, unable to think of a time when his heat had gone so smoothly. You had repeated the process with Soap and Price, both getting to experience your gentle touch first hand, and even Ghost had let you help him.

After months of working with the team Price had begun to notice some changes in your behaviour. You were more on edge when the 141 worked with other soldiers, hesitating to leave them alone if an Alpha was in the room. He picked up on you offering the others food from your own plate if they complained they were still hungry, despite the fact that you’d barely even finished half of yours. You even began developing a stronger scent, something different from when you had first joined.

Worry filled his mind when one day Gaz & Soap had barged into his office, panicking about how they couldn’t wake you. Once Price had joined them in running to your room he was immediately calling for a medic, your body covered in a sheen of sweat, barely responsive to their attempts at rousing you. They each took their turns pacing outside your room once you had been taken to a hospital, the doctor’s unsure what was happening to you. You had stayed like that for days, a fever wracking your body and unconscious as change forced its way through your veins.

Price had been elated when he received the phone call that you were awake, but once the 141 had gathered at the hospital they were ushered into a separate room before they could see you. A doctor was already waiting for them, a look of concern on her face.

An Alpha. They couldn’t wrap their head around it, you had changed into an Alpha. The doctor had tried to explain how in very rare cases something like this can happen but they were too shocked to absorb anything she was explaining. Soap & Gaz appeared unbothered, more concerned with wanting to see you but one look between Price and Ghost and they knew they were thinking similarly.

Filing into your room they were hit with a wave of pheromones you didn’t know you were releasing, a deep down part of them stirring when your scent immediately turned relaxed at seeing them, Soap and Gaz not hesitating to give you hugs as Ghost lingered on the outside of the group while Price simply placed a hand on your shoulder, “It’s good to see you lad,” he said, attempting to bury the worry threading through his mind.

The doctors advised you be taken back to your home base so that’s what they did, alongside the thought that they’d have to explain certain things to you. You weren’t dumb - you knew how Alphas worked, but knowing and doing were two very different things. You had to rely on someone else telling you when you were stinking up the room with Alpha smell, or when you easily slipped back into your old routine except this time it appeared more like courting than caring, and Price and Ghost, as the most experienced, could see how your new heightened senses were weighing on you, struggling in the presence of four omegas.

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Waking up you were confused at your state, your senses acting as if they had a personal vendetta against you, and you were even more confused when Gaz had taken one look at you and escorted you back to your room as if you were a scared animal, telling you to sit while he fetched Price. 15 minutes later Price and Ghost stepped through your door, shutting it behind them as Price sat next to you. “Do you know what’s happening lad?”

You didn’t know, brain struggling to conjure up any ideas without being distracted by the smell of omega. Swallowing heavily, you shook your head, “No sir.”

Ghost spoke up, “Think you’re going into rut.” He remained leaning against the wall, gaze locked on you.

Brows furrowing you used what brain power you had left to think it over. It matched with the experiences you had heard from other Alphas, but- “I don’t have anything prepared,” you mumbled, brain ticking with what would follow the next few days.

Price had a faint smile on his face, hand resting on your shoulder for reassurance. “We know, which is why, if you want, we think it’s our turn to help you.”

The air sharpened with arousal and you heard Ghost’s faint scoff of laughter, “Think he likes that idea, boss.”

Price’s hand slid from your shoulder to around the back of your neck, forcing you to turn your head and face him. “Only if you want,” he reiterated, thumb gently stroking the back of your neck.

Blood was already pooling south, your cock twitching in its confines at the idea of having them both underneath you. You didn’t realise you had been thinking about it for so long until Price briefly tightened his grip, bringing you back to the present. Nodding your head eagerly, your eyes flicked between Price and Ghost, “Please.”

—

Sinking into Ghost’s hole felt nothing short of heavenly, the warmth of his walls pulsing to ease your way in and steadily melting your brain, your mouth dropping open to release an airy moan once you were buried as deep as you could go. Just enough awareness was flickering behind your eyes to start slow, gently rocking your hips while Ghost adjusted to the stretch of your cock.

Price was by your side, cautiously watching your movements to make sure you didn’t go too rough before Ghost was ready. As soon as your hips punched forwards unexpectedly Price was slanting his mouth against yours, distracting you from your impatience as Ghost grunted from the force. The smell of not one but two aroused omegas had your alpha preening, deepening the kiss with Price and lowly growling as your hand encased the back of his head to hold him close, only parting when Ghost began to roll his hips back and forth.

Your hands fell to Ghost’s hips, guiding his movements as each of your thrusts grew faster and harder until skin was slapping against skin, vision tunnelling as your pupils dilated, only focused on the omega around your cock and the breed, mate, instinct that was swirling in your mind.

Pushing Ghost down you surged over him, covering his body with yours as your teeth skated across his back, barely resisting the temptation to bite and mark him, to let the world know who he belonged to, whose bed he was warming. Price was by your side again, kissing at your neck and shushing your half-growls, attempting to soothe the possessive claim. His hands ran across your body, one stroking through your hair while the other never stopped moving, letting you know he was there.

Your pace never faltered, even as Ghost began warning you he was close, cock bobbing against his stomach at your thrusts while his moans grew faster and faster until his body seized, muscles trembling as he painted the bed under him with his release. Once out of the floating of his climax Ghost could feel the beginnings of your knot catching on his rim, the bulb steadily growing with each of your frantic thrusts as his knees buckled, sending him flat against the bed as the tension thrumming through your body finally snapped, knot punching its way past his rim and locking you together.

It was like a dam had burst, his insides flooded with your cum as your hips stuttered, a chest rattling growl crawling its way out of your throat. Despite the fact that you couldn’t thrust you instead grinded against Ghost, cock twitching with each pulse of cum that his fluttering walls milked from you. After a lifetime of minutely jerking your hips you finally slumped against Ghost, growls replaced with heavy breaths and a rumbling purr as you rolled to your side, bringing Ghost with you and hugging him to your chest. Burrowing your nose into the back of his neck your alpha was temporarily satiated at your scent mixing with Ghost’s.

Faintly, you heard Price speak up. “You ok Simon?”

Ghost was breathing as heavily as you, voice hoarse and dry, “Mhm, just-” he gasped almost silently as your hips twitched, knot tugging against his rim, “full,” he huffed, bearing his teeth as you began to grow restless.

Price’s attention quickly switched to you, hand wiping the sweat-coated hair off your forehead, “What’s the matter lad?” After attempting and failing to pull out of Ghost your hand hurried downwards, finger prodding at his tightened rim until it could push inside and separate you enough to pull your knot out. As much as you wanted to lean down and tongue your cum back into his hole your brain had other ideas, body surging up to Price and licking into his mouth while you pushed him onto his back, pupils blown wide.

Price watched curiously as you nipped down his throat and chest, “Gotta breed you,” you slurred, eyes half-lidded and cock hard and ready between your legs. He released a steadying breath, hole twitching at your eagerness.

His head rolled back on his shoulders as two of your fingers poked at his entrance, easily sliding in with the preparation you had done earlier and the mixture of his own slick. Before you could get too lost and overstimulate him and yourself Price pulled you back up to his lips with a hand in your hair, ignoring the noise of discontent you made and kissing you again, reaching down to align your tip with his hole. If it was another time and place he would’ve laughed at how easily you crumbled, but as your cock slipped inside him he groaned against your mouth, letting his body rock with your thrusts.

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When Price and Ghost first emerged from your room once your rut was over Soap and Gaz tried their best to look unfazed, pointedly ignoring the way they were both stretching out sore muscles. “He ok?” Gaz asked, eyes attempting to search for you and noticing your absence.

Price nodded, “Just showering.”

Always the bolder of the two Soap couldn’t help but question, “How was it?” At Gaz’s pointed look he shrugged, “As if ye weren’t wonderin’.”

Price huffed amusingly, fingers scratching through his sideburns, “Think we’ll have our hands full with him.”

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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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That fleshlight soap post got me thinking about free use johnny.. 🤧

What about free use reader but make it top male reader x TF141

Free use reader where you’ll be watching a show or doing paper works and you’ll have one of the members, maybe gaz maybe soap maybe ghost sink down on your cock, the member eagerly chasing his own release not even caring if you even get to finish and as he pulls away you sit there, body spent, cock hard and aching between your legs you’ll have someone else sink down onto your length.

Free use reader where you’ll have soap riding your cock while talking to gaz who’s sitting next to you on the couch and stroking his length, conversations unfolding like you aren’t even there until soap cums and they switch place

Free use reader where Soap or gaz or Price will walk around with just their underwear on so when they call for you, you can easily pull down their boxers and slide your cock inside them

Free use reader where you’ll wake up with Price’s wet heat hovering over your face, while you feel a weight pressing down onto your waist and as you look down you see gaz sinking down on your cock but you don’t even get to say a word before price starts riding your tongue

Free use reader where they’ll only let you cum towards the end of the day, if and only if you’ve been good for them

Spitball w/me?

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thegnomelord · 1 month

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Imagine Intoxicated Sex With Ghost

CW:NSFW, MDNI, intoxicated sex (weed) Subbot Ghost, domtop Mreader, safe/sane/consensual, smoking, playing with hands, anal, recreational drug use.

Ghost doesn't like being inebriated. Even when out drinking with the lads at the nearest pub he'll never reach the point of intoxication where he can't drive a car or punch a man's lights out if he needs to. He saw what booze did to his pa, saw what the drugs did to Tommy, he doesn't want the Riley 'legacy' to dig it's roots into him — just the thought of it makes his stomach churn and his lungs feel like they're infested with black mold.

But sometimes when both of you are on leave, the battlefield miles away yet the lingering ache of it all filling his bones with static, he'll indulge in the weed his doc prescribed. It took him a while to be comfortable to use it, both with himself and you. But he trusts you, knows you won't do anything to him that you two hadn't agreed to prior; you're good for him like that.

Too good.

Making the blunt feels intimate in a way Ghost can't describe. The way you sit right next to him on the couch, both of you on even level, works to relax some of the usual tenseness in his spine. It's the careful glide of your knife along the cheap cigar to create a clean cut so you can empty the dried leaves into the trash that has his heart beating a little faster — then again, he's always liked the look of a knife in your hands and how precise you could be with it.

He'd die before he told you his thoughts, so he takes the empty cigar paper without a word and carefully measures how much of the weed he puts in, just a little shy of the recommended dose. He feels your nonjudgmental gaze on his fingers as he rolls the makeshift blunt, yours might be the only one that doesn't make his skin prickle with discomfort.

"You're getting better at that." You note. Ghost's blunt making skill isn't such a slop-job as it used to be when he first started doing this, but it's by no means pretty. "Practice some more and they might start looking half-assed."

"Sod off." The edge in his tone would cut deeper if he didn't bump his shoulder against yours. "At least I don't make 'em look like logs of shite."

"Mean." You tut but shoulder his weight without complaint and wrap an arm around his waist. He leans further on you until he ends up laying across your lap, his back pinning your legs down and his head resting on the couch arm, making himself comfortable like a cat in a sunning spot.

"What? Can't handle the truth?" He says, staring at the blunt in his hand. You don't rush him, sitting in comfortable silence with your hand loosely carding through his disheveled hair, fingers scratching his scalp and the soft blond strands curling at his nape for a few minutes while Simon prepares himself. You know he's ready when he pulls the face mask off his face, biting the end of the blunt between his teeth and turning his head towards you.

You reach to hold his jaw, the sensation of your fingers scraping against his stubble both electric and calming for him. With a small 'click' an equally small flame sparks at the tip of the lighter, the fire dances in his dark eyes as you hold it at the other end of the blunt until it's tip is ignited.

Simon holds the blunt with his fingers, eyes closing as he takes a deep and controlled breath. The smoke lazily crawls down his trachea to settle in his lungs, he holds his breath until there's a small tightness in his chest before breathing out just as slowly. It takes a couple more puffs before he can feel the vestiges of that lazy high begin to nibble on his nerves, eyes cracking open to look at your visage through the dancing smoke.

Weed takes the edge off life for him; the constant ache of his body is easy to forget when the pleasant buzz fills his skull, chest full of feathers and a deep floaty calmness settling in his bones. Only his spine feels weird, like his lower back is made of kinetic sand, muscles tensing and relaxing but even that works to calm him down, ground him to the sensation of your fingers carding through his hair.

When a low grunt escapes him you lean down, plucking the blunt from his lips to kiss him. This kiss isn't rushed like most of your intimacy needs to be — you have all the time in the world. Ghost opens his mouth and hums into the kiss, the taste of weed on his tongue as he lazily licks into your mouth and along your teeth, lingering whisps of smoke escaping through the crack of both of your lips.

You part so he can take another drag of the blunt, your warm lips leaving chaste kisses on his forehead, nose, eyebrows, cheeks, eyelids when he flutters them shut, and anywhere where you can reach. From the corner of his eye he sees you turn the Tv on, setting some cartoon on a low volume to further ease him into the mental space of calmness. Then your free hand reaches to loosely hold his own free hand, your thumb tracing the scars on the back of his hand.

Your hands don't wander any lower, letting him feel your warmth while he lazily finishes his blunt until it's gone. "You alright Si?" You ask.

"Like a hog in shite." He manages, tilting his head to further lean into your hand that's scratching his scalp. It's something he loves about you — the slow approach you like to take with him. Not just jumping straight to sex, though that's fun too, but sitting there with him, letting him ramble about who knows what while you two watch some shite cartoon, giving him sweet kisses when his hand tugs on your shirt.

It makes Simon's heart feel like it could leap from his chest if his ribs weren't in the way. Fuck, at times like these he could probably spill his heart out to you if the weed didn't line his tongue with lead. He still tries in his own way, taking your hand that's holding his and starting to play with your fingers. Following the lines of your palm with his thumb, curling your fingers and laying sloppy kisses along your knuckles, humming contently when you hold his jaw loosely and scrape your thumb against his stubble.

Simon doesn't know when he gets aroused. Only that one moment he's not, and by the time you two part from another lazy kiss he's tenting his sweatpants.

"Hey," Simon grunts, holding your hand by the wrist as he nibbles on your finger. "Want you."

"You already have me." You snort.

Even high as a kite Simon's not all too pleased with your humor, nipping your finger just at the edge of pain. "Smart arse." His lips follow his teeth to soothe the bite with a small kiss. "Want your cock."

Straight to the point, that one.

A small laugh escapes you, "Alright, alright." He grumbles like a bear roused from hibernation when you have him sit up. He grips your shirt to demand one more kiss from you, your lips distracting him so he doesn't notice when you pick him up. The face he makes is hilarious, like a dog that thinks he's too heavy to be picked up.

But he gets over it quickly, large arms wrapping around your neck to hold onto you as you stumble to the bedroom. A breath escapes him when you lay him down on the bed and he doesn't let go, resulting in you tumbling into bed on top of him. The curse you let out when you fall on him makes him giggle like a school boy.

He's absolutely no help when you try to take his clothes off, laying there like a sack of potatoes and only occasionally wriggling in place. Simon gives you an annoyed look and a chiding "Why'r you so slow?" when you have him lift his hips so you can slide his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock bobs against his belly, a tiny drop of precum smearing against his skin.

"Because you're no help." You grunt, quickly taking your own clothes off. "Seriously Si, you're like trying to move a mountain."

But you don't mind him being like this. You love it, and you love him when he just huffs something under his breath and flops over on his front. He spreads his legs, his hard cock laying between his thighs and his hole just peeking out from between his cheeks. "Mhm," Humming Simon hugs the pillow, nuzzling his cheek into it as he gives you a lazy look, his pupils blown wide and eyes puffy. "Sounds like an excuse t'me."

Even with you it took him a while before he could turn his back to you like this, trust you like this.

"Fuck Simon, look at you." Gently you push another pillow under his hips to hike them up and the way he arches his back to grind his cock against it has your breath stuttering in your chest. You can't keep your hands off him, gingerly massaging the back of his thighs as you slowly trail up, purposely skipping over his ass to dig your thumbs into his lower back. "Gorgeous."

Simon lets out a slow breath as your fingers make the muscles relax, eyes closing and his back rippling as he melts into the sheets. "Well aren't you a charmer." His voice is mumbled into the pillow and the small wiggle of his ass he does to entice you is cute as hell. "C'mon." He nags, throwing the harshest glare he can at you. "Fuck me already." He demands, but he doesn't try to get up from his position, content to just lay and have you listen to his commands.

That's another thing side of Ghost you only see when he's high as a kite — he likes being a pillow prince, to give you orders and rest easy knowing you won't do anything he doesn't want. If it doesn't make your heart melt, that he trusts you like that, you don't know what will.

"Alright, alright," You placate him by finally groping his ass while you grab the lube on the nightstand with your other hand. You squirt a generous amount on your hand and warm it up between your fingers, settling between his legs in a way you can lay kisses along his spine while you slowly circle your fingers around his hole. You reach around with your other hand to lazily stroke him, the lube making the glide of your hand smooth and pleasant.

He's more vocal like this, a low half moan leaving him as Simon closes his eyes. Usually the feeling of a body looming over his back would have him tensing and bearing his teeth, but all he does now is breathe in and relax, muscles tensing for a fraction of a moment when your fingers breach him before he relaxes again. Simon's arms tense to hug the pillow tighter, the soft material muffling the soft moans and deeper grunts you pull from his chest with every small movement of your finger.

It's impossible for you not to tease him. "You like that, sweet prince?" But your tone is light and loving, pushing your finger deeper and distracting him from the small hints of pain the stretching of his muscles brings by stroking his cock more firmly, thumbing his cumhole.

Simon moans unabashedly and nods, biting the pillow and worrying it between his teeth when you push another finger inside him. "Mhm," He doesn't deny it. He can't deny it when the weed in his system makes the pleasure 10 times stronger, the usual electric pleasure now slowly replacing the marrow in his bones as your fingers twist and curl against his slick walls. "So good fer me." He mumbles.

Simon feels like he's floating on a cloud; Each kiss along his spine makes small shivers race down his limbs, the coldness of you pouring more lube over his hole complementing the heat of your hand around his cock, his drool soaking into the pillow and the sweetest sounds escaping him as you stretch him out. His cock leaks a constant stream of precum, his hips occasionally giving minute twitches to fuck into your hand but he's too relaxed to do more than that.

"Ready?" You ask when you think he's stretched enough, slowly pulling your fingers out of him. His hole clenches around nothing, dollops of slick lube escaping past his rim and running down his heavy balls; neither him nor his body is happy about the sudden lack of stimulation.

"Hurry." He orders, cracking an eye to watch you from the corner of his eye as you trail kisses up his spine until you're draped over him, catching his lips in a sloppy kiss while you lube your cock and line yourself up.

He moans into your mouth when the tip of your cock pops into him. "Fuck, yes lovie- just like that. . ." Your name sounds like honey on his tongue as you slide in deeper. His muscles contract and relax with each inch you push into him until he's left panting against the pillow when your balls finally rest against him. He's so hot around you, slick and pliant and trusting, blindly seeking you out for another kiss as you both adjust to the new position.

"Good?" You lazily stroke his cock again, feeling his back muscles ripple against your front as the pleasure washes over his system.

"Perfect." He moans and rolls his hips into your hand, simultaneously fucking himself onto your cock. "Move."

"Yes sir." You grin. You keep the pace slow and loving, a continuous and slow roll of your hips making your cock drag against his prostate. Reaching out to hold his free hand you rock your hips to meet his own movements. Each slow scrape of your cock against his walls has him whimpering, an occasional sharp thrust earning you a pleased moan, the pillow muffling the little breathy 'ah- hah-hm- ah' he makes when you grind your cock as deep as it'll go while rubbing his shaft.

Pleasure continues to build in his body, muscles tensing and relaxing, every single thought melting out of his skull save for your name that he moans like a prayer, your loving movements slowly and steadily turning Simon into a pile of goo. He doesn't even notice when he cums, it rushes through him like lightning striking a tree, pearly cum spurting over your hand as he shouts a loud "Fuck!".

You slow down only for a few seconds, long enough for him to come down from his high and begin grumbling and whining, showing you that he's nowhere near reaches his limit despite his cock softening in your hand. So you indulge his gluttonous side, starting to slowly thrust into him as you stroke his soft shaft. You cum eventually, his hole greedily clenching around you as you shoot your cum inside him and then keep going on fucking him until his voice becomes hoarse from screaming your name.

By the time you two are well and truly done you're both wrung dry, a sizable puddle of cum formed beneath his cock and his hole loose and lax, trying to clench around your cock and the cum you fucked deep inside him.

You use what sense you have in your skull that hadn't melted through your cock to roll you to over on the side so he's not laying in his own cum. Simon grunts when you attempt to pull out, gripping your hand as tightly as his relaxed muscles can until you get the message and lay back down, spooning him with your cock still deep inside him.

And fuck, the buzz of weed and pleasure from sex has him so loose and relaxed you could do anything to him and he wouldn't object. But you don't, simply cuddling up against his back and kissing his sweaty nape.

He loves you for that. He loves that he can trust you. He doesn't know when the last time was when he was this relaxed. A small giggle escapes him and he tilts his head back so you can lay kisses on his neck.

"Love you too Si." He hears you mutter against his ear before he falls asleep. And for the first time since the last time you two did this, does he sleep without the nightmares of a cold grave and a burning home haunting his dreams.

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shuosen · 5 months

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afab! simon ‘ghost’ x top! amab! reader

cw: tall! reader, unmasked reader, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, hair pulling (r), overstim, slapping

ghost is a big man. he’s tall, extremely fit, has big hands, big pecs, a big ass- everything about him is just big, so you can imagine his surprise when he meets you, a new recruit- younger than him and leaner than him, but much taller.

After he met you, his fantasies didn’t stop. maybe he’s bigger than you, but you weren’t small yourself. He thinks you could easily manhandle him, use him to your liking, make him a whore, just for you. he found himself wanting more and more, until he finally decided that the lonesome stimulation on his pussy wasnt enough, and he wasn’t going to wait anymore.

he called you in, offered a drink, just to loosen you up, to assure you that you were in no kind of trouble. he urged you to sit on the couch, not the chair, and promptly sat beside you, slinging his arm behind you.

of course, he was straightforward. whats he got to be ashamed of, and what has he got to lose?

“say, C/N.. you into men?” he asked, crossing his legs and swirling the drink in his glass. You almost choked, but not out of surprise, out of laughter. you laughed unceremoniously, pushing your hair out of your face, and leaning to look at him.

“are you asking if i’m into men, or if i’m into you?”

“what does it matter?” He asked, setting his glass down next to him.

“If you’re asking if i’m into you,” you started, letting your eyes run down to his thighs, before looking back to his face with a raise of your eyebrows. “well, i might just expect something out of this visit.”

Ghost dropped on the bed, huffing out a desperate breath while pulling you towards him by his hands in your hair, the two of you sharing a sloppy kiss, as you blindly pulled at his belt, pants, and underwear. After getting them to his mid thigh, he pushed them off the rest of the way, pulling his mask further up, the heat of the room seeming to rush down on him as soon as your hands found purchase on his bare skin.

Your eyebrows raised in intrigue as you met with his bare pussy, but you didn’t dwell on it any further, opting to grab his hips, and pull him toward you, taking note on the breathy groan that followed, leaning down so you were face to face with his sloppy folds.

chuckling softly as you spread them apart, you commented on how wet he was, before licking a tentative stripe from his hole to his small cock, savoring the taste of his slick and listening to the soft moan he let out. You admired his glistening folds for a few moments more, almost teasing him as he grew impatient, before diving into his pussy, devouring him first thing.

Ghosts legs twitched and closed around your head, and your cock twitched in your pants. suckling on his cock, you held his hips down tightly as they tried bucking upwards, a loud ‘shit!’ being punched from him as you moved down slowly, eating his hole like a delicious meal.

You’d barely gotten started and his legs had already started quivering, so you took it upon yourself and inserted a finger, licking right above his hole as you did. another one slowly entered next to the first, pumping them in and out slowly, the movements of your tongue being complete opposite.

ghost writhed on the bed, his large hands gathering in your hair, his hips twitching shaking. “comin’! come-!” He cried out, biting onto his pale lips. You retracted your mouth, leaning up and moving your fingers, before thrusting them in and out at a fast pace. each thrust of your fingers punched a whine out of him, his back arching from the bed.

“go ahead,” you whispered, pressing down on his stomach to keep him flat, “cum.” he came with a muffled cry, his legs bending and closing around your arm.

“good boy,, did so good f’me, moanin’ like a whore before i even fucked you.”

his breaths were still heavy and stuttering, but he pulled your hair, making you fall towards him with a groan, catching yourself with your hands on either side of his chest, as he locked his legs around your hips.

“fuck me now, and i’ll moan s’m more.” he almost growled, making you grin while grabbing his wrist roughly, and pulling it out of your hair.

as soon as your cock slipped into his hole, he fell into a dazed state, his red, teeth marked lips falling open as he moaned out, his arms starting to fall off your shoulders. you flinched at the tightness of his hole, your hips stuttering before you bottomed out.

“shit- ghost, s’ fuckin’ tight.” you huffed, adjusting how you were kneeling, waiting for him to come back to himself.

“muh-move, damnit.” he coughed, latching his nails onto your back. you listened well, beginning to slide your cock out of him, watching as your tip caught on his hole, before slamming inside. the moan that escaped him was sinful, and you swear if you could, you’d get the sound tattooed.

“fuckk.” you mumbled with a grin, beginning to slam into him quickly, the sloppy nature of your thrusts being made up for in speed and strength. your hips seemed to fuck into him harsher than he could’ve ever imagined, and he thinks he’ll go brain dead anytime soon at this rate.

your cock brushes against his prostate, and his moans stutter. your thrusts slow down as you angle your hips, before you’re pistoning away directly into his prostate and he cant do anything but scream, his aching pussy twitching around your cock as he cums for the second time. you slap the side of his ass, evoking a loud cry from his throat, before doing it again.

“shit! shi- shit! s’ too much, fuck!” he cries, surprised at himself for being able to make a legible sentence, as his throat feels dry, while producing too much saliva at the same time, and his tongue feel tied. your cock hits his most sensitive spot each time, deeper than he can reach on his own and he swears he might actually go insane, his mind blank and reeling at the same time.

“you can take it- fuck.. you like this, don’t you? being treated like a cock slut.”

ghost whines at your words, his body bouncing with each of your thrusts, and he pushes his hands against the bed, trying to pull himself away from you for just a second- he just needs a break- but you just slam his hips back down on your cock, and he practically sobs.

“i asked you a question.” you huff, slapping his thick thigh.

“i- i like it! oh fuck!” he groans, his knuckles turning white, a contrast to his burning body as he clenches the bed sheets beside your knees, the solid grip on his thighs and hips leaving red marks.

“there we go.” you moan breathily, moving one of your hands to twirl the tip of his cock between your fingers.

“n-no! fuhCK! WAIT!” he moans, his words breaking off into a pornographic whine that sounds too feminine to have come from him. your hips never falter, even as he comes for the third time, his sloppy cunt squirting all on your lower stomach and the sheets. you laugh, slightly shocked as he soaks your abdomen, continuing to play with his dick.

“nuh-noo! cant! u-ughk!” ghost sobs loudly, his hips twitching and bucking, his hands moving to dig into your arm, thick legs shaking against you as he struggles between pulling you closer or pushing you away, wishing you’d at least slow down your unforgiving thrusts into his cunt.

“shh, shh baby, i’ve got you.” you mumble, pulling his head onto your chest, your hips slowing to slow grinds as his noises slow to hiccups and loud whines.

“thats it.. but you’ve still gotta make me cum.” you grin, pecking his lips and returning your thrusts to their previous pace and ghost squeals, his eyes rolling back as another orgasm is ripped from him.

he got what he wanted, but at what cost.

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2kiran · 7 months

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ftm!ghost and ftm!könig wouldn’t be as insecure as most of you think. continuation of this.

they’re confident. sure, they may have their moments, but they’re confident. that fact remains in the bedroom. they won’t be ashamed of how needy they can get, assured that you can take care of it. ghost would make you admit that only he can make you feel like this, absolute filth spilling from his mouth,

“easy now,” simon presses a kiss to your cheek, bringing himself back down on your cock, “i’m making you feel good, aren’t i?” an impatient huff escapes his nose when you don’t answer quickly enough. slowly, he snakes his hand from your shoulder to your hair, yanking it back. “answer me, love. no one else can satisfy this needy cock of yours like i can? no one else is tight ‘nough for you, huh?” he emphasizes his words when his cunt practically squeezes the life out of your dick.

könig’s words would be kinder, but his actions rougher.

the tip of your nose catches his clit, rewarded by a gasp from him. “oh, mein liebe,” his inner thighs tremble against your head as he humps your face, “my sweet boy— fuuck, right there...” a string of curses, mostly in german, departed from his throat. “just there... mhm, yes!” it was slightly uncomfortable with the way your jaw ached from how quick he was moving, but you pushed away the feeling when you felt him throb against your tongue. “doing so wonderful for me, ja? i’m so close, sweet thing.”

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knightonio · 7 months

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SIMON RILEY ── YOU GET ME SO HIGH

🕸️·˚ ༘ warnings. top male reader. bottom simon. high typa shit. flashbacks. smoking. mentioned drinking. public sex. cockwarming. breathplay.

ִ ࣪𖤐 ࣪ by the end of it all, the smoke you exhale transforms into a kiss. ◞

the exact date when it began is something you’re unsure of.

he, lieutenant simon riley, simply walked into your room without a knock. no words were exchanged, not that they were really needed. your mouth opened, agape. a “what?” is what you want to utter, but his lips catches your own.

simon riley groans when he feels you return the kiss. the faint taste of malt liquor on your tongue has him pushing you back, onto your bed, as he straddles your lap. you remember that he asks,

“do you want this?”

his voice was breathless. heavy pants meeting your neck.

and you do. you agree, the next moments a blur. he lowers himself on your cock when he’s ready. he already was before he barged in.

strangely, something blooms. a progression you won’t know where it’ll lead. nothing worrying, nothing out-of-place. at least on the outside, it won’t attract that much attention. yours was focused on the feeling of simon’s hole stretching to accommodate to your size. it was stupid.

no, really. it was late at night, but that didn’t mean no one would wander around these hours. you were in the hallway, supposedly on the way to your room when simon couldn’t take the wait anymore. there’s not much plot to this story. fuck then leave. that was it. you hated that, and you were projecting your one-sided feelings onto his prostate.

“ah, ah, ah. fu—fuuck. shit- ggah! mhng... wait—”

your hand clasped his neck and he gasps. alarms blared in your head, you shouldn’t do this. this was territory you haven’t spoken or even thought of.

guilty, you wanted to whisper an apology. thrusts shifting into slow grinds, handing him a way out. but he only leaned into your palm, the coldness, near emptiness, emanating from your glove contrasting to the warmth of his shrouded flesh. “don’t... don’t stop.” he breathes, like there’s no more oxygen in his lungs.

exhale.

that’s what you did.

you puff out the smoke you inhaled from the cigarette that was in between your index and middle fingers. the dirty air landed on his half-masked face. his cheek went to rest on your shoulder, hips lazily lifting themselves up and back down. you lead the cigar to his mouth. sharing something like this, in this situation, with this person, was beyond unbelievable.

fuck, what even happened?

the events that were replaying in your head moments ago were quickly fading. you’re too tired. too unfocused. you hear him call your name. then another time. then another. he gently pats your face. “look at me,” your eyes dart downwards to him. “what’s going on in that head of yours?” he says as he brings himself back down on your cock.

“nothin’... s’ just—” he clenches around you when he feels the tip of your dick graze his sweet spot.

simon hums like he’s done an achievement. maybe he did, earning a whine from you. in some way, the weight of both of your chests were lighter. passing on the cigarette to one another, it was a repeating process. taking turns and the pace he set doesn’t change.

you think you’re losing the logical part of your brain. your thoughts are jumbled and gibberish. the temporary pleasure couldn’t outweigh the actual one you were experiencing now. your fingers find themselves attached to his neck, flexing as they try not to tighten their hold too much.

the last puff was yours. without thinking, you press the butt of the cigarette on his thigh to put it out.

he hisses, but the dizziness in you can’t find the moment to care. matter of fact, he enjoys it.

you don’t miss the way his thighs trembled, not missing the way he rocked against you hard. his cock throbbed and you show mercy. your free hand finds his length, causing him to see stars. he curses, lowly. “oh, shit, ‘m c-close.”

the lieutenant finds himself stuttering, losing his voice. how couldn’t he? you were hitting all of the right spots inside of him. both of your hands were on him, one working him up further to his release while the other bruised his neck. it was like you were claiming him but no one would know. they can’t find out unless you tell them or they’d catch a glimpse of his skin.

the combination of pain and pleasure was too good. his head was clouded, and so was yours. maybe he was at peace for once, all warm and tight around you. maybe, by the end of it all, the smoke you exhale transforms into a kiss from him.

and maybe, just maybe, you’re right.

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fortheb0ys · 5 months

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FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI!!! PISSES ME OFF HOW MANY OF YOU I SEE INTERACT WITH THIS POST

Just imaging taking Ghost's virginity. He's a busy man and never had the chance or the interest in sex. When he met you that all changed. He wants you to fuck him on any and every surface possible. It'd take him a while to build up the courage to ask you out so he'd have to rely on his wet dreams of you. That his fingers were yours opening up his ass or your tight grip around his weaping cock. Is terribly nervous to tell you that he's a virgin but you were so sweet, reassuring him that you could wait till he was ready. And he was ready. He needed it. Needed you.

Ghost is so taken back, in a good way, how different you actually were compared to how he imagined you. Your fingers were thicker and less calloused compared to his. You were way more experienced than he ever was, knowing where to touch and how. The way you fingered his prostate sent him to the stars. Hard and precise, each touch made him breathless.

You'd play with his nipples, something he's never tried but can never get enough of. Your tongue on his nipples as one hand fingered him open and the other gave feather touches on his red, swollen cock.

Once it came to your cock inside him, Ghost was shocked how big it felt. He saw how big you were. Not as big as the men in the porn he'd seen but not little either. As you guided it in, Ghost felt an aching fullness about three quarters in. It was a good aching, something he could feel all day. A feeling of satisfaction.

Each of your thrusts were nailing his prostate, feeling way better than he could ever imagine. Your hand jerking his cock in the same rythm. He hated himself for depriving himself of such pleasures but was grateful you were his first. When Ghost came, he laid there breathless. For a moment you thought you had hurt him. That you over stepped his boundaries or didn't hear him telling you to stop. When he started sobbing you really thought you had hurt him. You frantically tried to get answers from him while apologizes profusely. Only when he, in between sobs, told you that you were okay. That he was okay.

Ghost was overwhelmed how loved him could feel by a person. That not one soul on the entire planet showed him how good it felt to be so loved and treated so sweetly. He admitted his fear that you would fuck and leave or he'd run off ashamed for showing you his 'weak' side. You assured him that not something you will ever do and that he was the strongest person you know. He would look in your eyes and see nothing but adoration not a greedy lust he feared. Which, in turn, made him cry again. Aftercare is such a big part of your sex life. Ghost enjoys it just as much as the sex.

#call of duty mwii #call of duty x male reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty mw2 x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #dom reader #top reader #sub character

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topmalereaderblog · 9 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley // Mature Thoughts⚠️

Imagine: worshipping Simon's ass till he's begging for you to let him cum.

How did you end up so lucky you always questioned how you ended up with a man like Simon and fuck was it worth it you could get enough of the man's ass which leads to the point.

"Fuck~ please just let me cum already," Simon grunts as he kept grinding on your face. It's been about an hour since you started eating him out, but every time he was close, you would stop prolonging his orgasm.

"Please~ M/N I- I'm so close, please~," you gently grabbed his hips and stopped his grinding, pulling him off your face. "You really think you deserve to cum Simon, fuck just look at you all desperate for me, I'll cut you some slack get but just because you've been a good boy today."

"Lay down on your back and spread that hairy ass of yours," you said as you got off the bed to let him go to his position. "Fuck Simon you look so good like this only I can worship this ass right."

"Y-yes yours, please," he said as your face got closer to his hole. He felt your tongue pushing against his hairy hole, trying to make its way inside of him. "Mmm," you hummed as you began eating with need he could feel your hand making its way towards his hard cock.

"Yes~," Simon went dumb in that moment he felt the way your tongue went in and out of his hole. The way your hand jerked off his aching cock to much for him to register.

"Close~," Simon gasped he felt your tongue leave his ass and be replaced by your cock. "Shit," you grunted as your cock was now buried deep inside him. "Always so tight for me." You pulled yourself in and out of Simon hairy hole spreading his hairy ass and seeing the way your cock looked stuffed inside him. "Shit."

"I'm close, harder~," Simon said, wrapping his hairy legs around your hips to get you closer to him. "Say your mine, baby. Tell me who this ass belongs to," you said as you moved your head to suck on one of his nipples.

"Yours, it's yours. Just don't stop," Simon moaned out, feeling your thrust get harder and fast. "Shit, yeah it is, mine baby boy this hairy ass is mine, cum for baby."

Simon couldn't respond feeling the knot in his stomach finally break. "Ahh, ss- shit," you continued to thrust, through your own orgasm felling his warm wall clench around you. You pulled out gently and got in between his hairy ass again. "Mm~" Simon hummed as he felt you begin to eat him out, feeling your tongue in his hairy hole again.

As you finished you made your way up making sure to lick up any of his cum before kissing him. He felt the way your tongue pushed his and yours cum inside his mouth and pulling away. "Swallow," you looked at him, making sure he did as he was told seeing his Adam's apple bob up as confirmation. "Good boy," you kissed him again.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

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n0cturna1-m3 · 1 year

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Wrists and Ropes | Dom! Simon “Ghost” Riley x Sub! Top Male Reader | Smut

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Rimming, face sitting, bondage, rope burn (ouchy), cowgirl position, sweet aftercare (albeit short), service top/power bottom, anal sex, creampie, nipple play (r receiving)

Request; "Could you write a Dom Bottom Ghost x Sub Top Male Reader where Ghost ties reader to the bed (consensually ofc). Nipple play, Ghost sitting on readers face, Ghost riding reader, and eventual sweet aftercare"

A/N; first time i posted this i forgot to feckin change it back to y/n so it was an oc insert im sorry. literally bright red as i'm writing this i'm so embarrassed. ANYWAY i hope you enjoy 😭 @j-hauke i interupted your reading im sorry

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“Stop pulling at them, you’ll cut your wrists,” Ghost scolded, grabbing Y/N’s jaw with one hand and tilting it to look up at him. He was sitting on Y/N’s stomach in his boxers, towering over him with his bulky physique, and Y/N had his hands tied to the headboard, with the rope digging into his skin when he would pull at it.

“Please, Simon. You’ve been teasing me all night. I wanna hold you,” He whimpered, leaning into Ghost’s hand.

“No,” He responded, slapping his cheek lightly before pushing his head back against the pillows. Y/N huffed, but he didn’t pull on his restraints this time. Ghost hummed and leaned down, pecking Y/N’s lips before climbing off him.

“Wait, where are you going?” Y/N asked, trying to sit up to see what he was doing but ultimately flopping back on the mattress.

“Don’t worry, I’m not goin’ anywhere,” He responded, pulling off his boxers and tossing them to the floor before crawling back into bed and straddling Y/N’s upper chest with his backside facing the H/C. “This fine?”

“Uh-huh,” He responded immediately, his eyes darting over Ghost’s back as if trying to find the right place to look.

“Good,” Ghost said before he lowered himself onto Y/N’s face. His eyes fluttered closed as he stuck out his tongue and ran it along Ghost’s entrance before pushing inside, grunting softly at the heat enveloping his tongue. Ghost placed his hands on his pecs and squeezed, moulding them in his hands while he ground back on Y/N’s tongue.

He took in a deep breath and shakily exhaled, rocking his ass onto Y/N’s face. Y/N whined and pulled at his restraints, burying his tongue deeper into Ghost before pulling out and running it along the rim.

Ghost reached one hand back to grab at Y/N’s hair, burying his fingers in it and pulling him against him harder. Y/N moaned at the pressure on his scalp and looked up at Ghost’s broad, muscular back. His head was hung forward as he grunted, occasional soft moans slipping past his lips. Y/N pulled at his restraints again, desperate to have the meat of Ghost’s ass in his palms. He wanted to spread him open and fuck him deep. His cock twitched at the thought, hard and leaking pre cum against his stomach.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ghost groaned, one hand pressed flat against Y/N’s chest to support his weight.

Y/N’s wrists were rubbed raw at this point, the sting of rope burn irritating his skin, but he ignored it and continued working Ghost open. He ground back on Y/N, his thighs flexing as he adjusted to wrap the hand previously holding himself up around his cock. He stroked it slowly, squeezing and twisting as he went. The lack of lube left a slightly uncomfortable feeling, but it was more so good than bad. Y/N moaned as Ghost tightened up around him, constricting his tongue. He was getting close.

With shaky legs, Ghost pulled himself off of Y/N’s face, letting go of his hair in the process. Y/N moaned at the sight of Ghost’s hole, wet with spit. He crawled off of Y/N and moved to straddle his hips, Y/N working on catching his breath in the meantime. He gazed up at Ghost hazily, his eyes droopy and lower face wet.

Ghost reached for the bottle of lube that had been tossed on the bed for later use and popped it open, grabbing Y/N’s cock and pouring a generous amount onto it. Y/N moaned as he stroked it a few times to evenly spread the liquid before adjusting to press the tip against his entrance. Ghost tossed the bottle on the bed and slowly lowered himself onto Y/N’s cock, his eyes glued to the man beneath him as he moaned. He paused when the head was inside before taking a few more inches inside.

“Hey,” He said, reaching up and grabbing Y/N’s jaw in his large hands. “Stop pulling at the ropes.”

Y/N moaned in response, leaning forward in search of a kiss. Ghost huffed a breathy laugh at how desperate Y/N was and sank further onto him, bottoming out with a little moan. Y/N rutted his hips up, Ghost grunting at the sudden movement.

He leaned down to kiss Y/N as he began to rock his hips back and forth, lifting himself before dropping down again. He pressed their lips together and Y/N hummed with contentment, tilting his head and opening his mouth to allow Ghost’s tongue into his mouth. Ghost’s hands made their way up to Y/N’s chest, squeezing the flesh before thumbing at his nipples and grinning against his lips when he let out a breathy moan.

Ghost pinched Y/N’s nipples and pulled off his lips, trailing kisses down his jaw before sucking a hickey on his neck.

“Don’t fuck with my nipples,” Y/N whined, rutting his hips up to meet Ghost’s ass. He twisted the nubs in response, and Y/N let out a moan at the sudden feeling.

“You seem to like it,” Ghost muttered, his voice raspy and deep in Y/N’s ear causing him to shiver involuntarily and buck his hips up. Ghost bit his ear softly and pulled it between his teeth, pinching Y/N’s nipples and earning a breathy moan in response.

“Fuck…” He whimpered, rolling his hips up into Ghost’s ass and pulling at the ropes around his wrists again.

Ghost moaned against his ear and dropped his head into the crook of his neck. He squeezed Y/N’s pecs and lifted his head to kiss him again, humming with contentment as their lips moved in sync slowly. Ghost let one of his hands leave Y/N’s chest, instead opting to grab his cock and stroke it quickly. Y/N looked up at him fondly, his eyebrows creasing with the want to grab his pale flesh and fuck him hard, but Ghost was moving slowly, prioritising himself over Y/N. Not that he minded. Y/N loved that Ghost would put himself first, and so he prioritised it, too.

“You’re only going to cum when I say so, got it?” Ghost asked, voice low and raspy. Y/N whimpered and nodded, letting his hands go limp. “Good boy.”

Ghost’s cock was leaking pre cum onto Y/N’s lower stomach in a large quantity, his hips twitching forward into his hand while he started to fuck himself harder on Y/N’s cock.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” He moaned. His hand was pressed flat on Y/N’s diaphragm to steady himself as his thighs shook with pleasure. Y/N moaned at the praise, bucking his hips up. “You fill me up so good, love.”

“Simon, fuck,” Y/N whimpered.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep moaning my name like that.” Y/N groaned and looked up at Ghost. He was unbearably close to cumming.

“Simon, I wanna cum, fuck!” He moaned, letting his head fall back on the pillow beneath him. Ghost looked at him and scoffed.

“You want to cum?” He mocked, tilting his head at Y/N who nodded hopefully. “Make me cum first.”

Huffing, Y/N adjusted himself to be able to thrust up into Ghost easier, the latter letting out a guttural moan at the sudden deep and hard thrusts into his tight hole. His palms pressed against Y/N’s stomach as he struggled to keep himself from falling forward. His cock hit his prostate just right, and he could feel heat pooling in the pit of his stomach from it. The wet slapping sound of Y/N’s balls against his ass only turned him on more, gasping and shaking as he neared orgasm.

“Fuckin’ christ,” He rasped, head hanging forward.

A single strand of saliva spilt past his lips, dripping onto Y/N’s chest as he came. He croaked out a moan as his cum spurt out of his cock, thick ropes of white staining Y/N’s S/C skin. Y/N kept fucking him through it, albeit slower so as to not overstimulate him, but his cock ached with want for release.

“Please,” Y/N whimpered, gazing at Ghost longingly. He nodded at him and Y/N immediately came inside of him with a loud moan, rolling his hips up against Ghost’s ass as he filled him with his semen.

“You did well for me, love,” Ghost praised, reaching to cup Y/N’s cheek as he leaned down to kiss him softly. “So good.”

He slowly lifted himself off Y/N’s cock and moved to sit on his stomach, reaching up to undo the bindings. He frowned at the rope burn on his wrists.

“I told you not to pull at them.”

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured, eyes sleepy while Ghost rubbed his wrists tenderly.

He climbed off of him and disappeared into the bathroom. He quickly wiped himself clean with a rag and painstakingly scooped the cum out of his ass, tossing the rag onto the floor when he finished and reaching for another. He grabbed a small tube of Bacteomycine before returning to Y/N, wiping him clean before smearing a generous amount of the antibiotic onto his wrists.

“That feel better?” He asked. Y/N hummed and reached out to him, Ghost complying and laying beside Y/N while he wrapped his arms around his waist.

He was floating between sleep and consciousness, and muttered “My nipples hurt,” before passing out. Ghost snickered and placed a hand on Y/N’s cheek, kissing him quickly before sleeping himself.

#x male reader #cod x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #ghost x top male reader #bottom ghost #ghost x male reader #ghost x reader #top male reader #bottom cod #mw2 x reader #mw2 x male reader #service top reader #power bottom ghost #i'll never live down the shame of posting this with my of in it first

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lieutnt · 8 months

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Ghost who goes from "You're not fucking me without a condom" to begging for you to take it off, almost crying in relief when you do and push inside raw for the first time

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #call of duty #male reader #top reader #top male reader #lieutnts headcanons #lieutnts writings

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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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Now consider : Free use! Reader but in a/b/o setting

- the a/b/o spitball had every male centric writer in Tumblr scrambling on their feet was delicious btw.

Omega Price who should be above behavior like this but when the three other omegas are asleep he’s sneaking into your room and sinking down on your cock bouncing on it until he reaches his orgasm even staying on your knot because after all if anyone had the right to carry your pups it was the oldest of them all

Omega Gaz and omega Soap who happen to go into heat at the same time and are impatient as ever when it comes to using you, with gaz bouncing on your cock chasing his release while soap is begging and pleading for him to hurry, all while you’re sat at your desk doing paperwork, or sat in the sofa watching a tv show, or at least trying to do so. It would only end with Soap riding your face while Gaz bounces on your cock and it doesn’t take long before they’re arguing over who’s to take your knot

Omega Ghost who feels comfortable enough to take your knot for the first time. Gaz and Soap were supposed to help assist him but when it came down to it, they couldn’t contain themselves, went so many rounds with you until you passed out but Ghost was still sitting there, slick pooling between his thighs whining and whimpering for someone to help him out so they make swift work of preparing him with their fingers before they help him sink down on your cock, all while you’re falling in and out of consciousness

Spitball w/ me?

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thegnomelord · 10 days

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if you write a thing about the creaming the zussy i will kiss ur boots

The boots better be shining when you're done.

How To Cure Zombies 101

CW:NSFW MDNI, crackfic obv PiV sex, TLOU Clicker trans Ghost, Top Male Reader, established relationship, happy ending, dub-con because Simon consented before he got bit but reader is apprehensive, zombie sex (does it count as necro?) how does this work? idk porn logic. Don't ask me how this happened, i hope this doesn't become what my blog becomes known for.

When the Cordyceps spread across the planet and turned millions of people into shambling mushroom infested undead, the world ended.

When Simon got bitten. . . your world ended.

You still remember it like it had been yesterday; He came back bloody, an empty look in his eyes as he showed you the bite on his arm. Your hands shook as he wrapped them around the grip of the gun and aimed it at his head. You both ended up on the floor with you crying into his chest, unable to pull the trigger.

You remember the resigned look in his eyes when he had agreed to let you do whatever you needed to him to cure him, but both of you knew there was no way, what made you immune to the fungus was as mysterious to the rest of the world as it was for you. His lips had been burning hot when he laid a soft kiss on your forehead, the last sense of warmth you've felt since the docs took him to where they kept the infected for study, your heart leaving with him.

And now?

Now the scientists that have been prodding you like a lab rat since Simon got bitten nearly a year ago say they have a way to bring his mind back, to get Simon back.

And the way to do it?

"So let me get this straight?" You begin, your voice tense, your body even tenser. "You want me to fuck the corpse of my lover? And that will cure him?"

That. You're not sure how the eggheads arrived to this conclusion, frankly all of their scientific jargons had flown over your head. All you understood was that the man you had fallen since the first time you met him could be brought back.

You sincerely hope you won't make some type of super fungus through this.

Words can't describe what you feel as you look at Simon's (is it even Simon?) bound body writhing on the gyno chair, naked and bare to you. You doubt you even know what you feel, hope and fear simultaneously curling in your stomach— You hadn't had the courage to look at him ever since the scientists took him away; The harsh laboratory lights make it easy to see the mycelium filling his veins beneath the ashy pale skin, mushroom caps growing beneath his pecs and across all other scars he has. Red and yellow mushrooms have eaten away his nose and spread out to follow the contours of his face, growing in a way that makes the mushroom caps blend together into a skull shape.

Your heart aches when you see his eyes haven't been eaten away yet, the once deep brown turned milky white and staring lifelessly past you, thrashing about in the bindings, rotten teeth gnawing on the ball gag in his mouth, small hisses and malformed muffled clicks echoing through the room.

You try to look down and you stop at his stomach, forcing yourself to breathe in and out slowly because your heart is beating so fast it feels like you'll have a panic attack. You have no idea if this will work and doing this to Simon only to find out it's as useless as all your previous attempts to cure him. . . you're sure it would break you. Closing your eyes and counting to ten you will yourself to focus, your eyes opening slowly and following the trail of little mushroom caps down to his groin.

It's not what you expected., but it's. . . a lot; Mushroom caps have replaced the lips of his cunt, similar to the hard growths on his head but these look thinner and longer, almost like flower petals framing his cunt, bright red at the corners and getting progressively lighter as it nears his hole. A sort of morbid curiosity compels you to reach out brushing your fingertips against the caps. They're surprisingly softer than you had expected, smooth and slick with some kind of slime. You can't help but notice how a longer stalked mushroom grows from what had been his clit.

You jerk your hand back when a second brush of your fingers makes his body to jerk back and attempt to fight against the restraints, more angry clicks vibrating his throat.

But you also notice a kind of… sweet scent in the air and it's coming from him. Cautiously you brush against the caps again, slowly dipping your fingers under to touch the gills underneath. You keep your hand where it is when he thrashes again, but you're certain that smell is stronger now, and you catch the glimpse of clear viscous slick slowly leak from his hole.

Carefully you push a finger into his hole in an attempt to stretch him out. Logically you know that he probably doesn't feel it, but it feels wrong to just stick your cock in him; He's cold. You know he's dead but you had held out some hope that he would be warmer, that there would be some signs of life despite how stupid that sounds.

He's dry right now, but more of that clear fluid seeps around your fingers and lubes the way as you experimentally push your finger all the way up to the last knuckle, and you felt his muscles flutter around you, clenching down as if trying to draw you in deeper. His head continued to thrash around, no change in the feral behavior, but you still try to be gentle, pushing one then two fingers in and slowly scissoring him open.

You pull your fingers out when his hole has relaxed enough to let you easily slide your fingers in and out, and he's produced enough slick to completely drench your hand. You try to look at him as you press your cock against his fluttering hole, but the sight of his milky eyes almost makes you soft on the spot so you screw your eyes closed and slowly slide in.

Despite how cold and wet his cunt is, you haven't felt anyone's touch, even your own, since he got infected, and a part of you feels disgusted at how a bit of pleasure traces up your spine. He continues to hiss and click as you bottom out, his hips bucking wildly you have to press them down. You set a slower pace than you're used to, keeping your thrusts even and consistent, afraid to tear anything but your fear is seemingly misplaced. He's so much wetter than he'd ever get before he got infected, slick wetly squelching as you bottom out over and over again, clicks and snarls accompanying every move you make.

You're ashamed to say you don't last long. Fuck, is he tight you've been ignoring your body for so long that when you accidentally brush against the stalk growing from his clit and his cunt suddenly tightens up like a vice you cum on the spot, your hips doing little minute twitches as you empty so much of your cum in his cunt that your balls hurt. You pull out just as slowly, both of your mixed fluids leaking out and almost getting caught by the soft mushrooms framing his hole.

You muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, and your heart breaks when his lifeless eyes blindly stare back at you.

You feel like a fool when the first time doesn't work, he's still just a body pupated by a fungus. And you feel like an even bigger fool when you agree to do this a second time.

But the third time. . .

You don't know if it's just wishful thinking but he seems more. . . alert. His head always follows you when you approach him but now his milky eyes almost seem to be looking at your face instead of staring straight through you. He's strangely still on the chair, teeth gnawing on the ball gag but he doesn't try to get out of the restraints.

He doesn't screech when you gently caress the soft outer mushroom caps framing his cunt, instead his chest vibrates with more deep clicks. Nor does he start to wildly writhe on the chair when you slowly sink a finger into his cunt, finding it's already wet with slick. If anything he almost seems to chase(more like stumble) after the sensation, his hips doing small little movements to push your finger deeper into him.

Emboldened by childish hope you do something you hadn't before and reach with your other hand to slowly trace the long stalk of the clitshroom (not a term you coined), before rubbing the base of the cap like you would your own cock.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the gentle pressure of your fingers makes him buck into your hands and let out an ear-piercing screech that the gag has trouble muffling. You pull your hands away and that worsens the problem, the shrieking turning into literal chest rumbling snarls as Simon starts to struggle against the bindings.

Panic rushing down your system you put your hands were they were, gently stroking the 2 inch long mushroom growing from his clit. His hips buck up to chase after your hand, the snarls reverting back into shrieks, but as you stroke him longer they gradually die down to low pitched clicks and whistles. You're stumped; the clicks sound a lot like a cat's puff, his hole fluttering and clenching around your fingers as you slowly push them inside.

He's warmer now, not quite how he was before, but not cold as a corpse either. You know that you've gone completely mad by the fact he starts to gyrate his hips— grinding down just as you get knuckles deep so your fingers can brush against the sensitive spots inside him — makes your mind think that it's a bit of your Simon coming back.

You shake your head and pull your hands away, taking hold of his trembling thighs. You're greeted with another deep snarl but he quiets down immediately when you start to slowly push into him. He feels even tighter now, and you watch how his head falls back on the headrest, a long series of low clicks and whistles squirming past the gag.

His hips move to meet your slow thrusts, tight warm walls squeezing down every time you attempt to pull out just like he used to do. And that thought has your body increasing the pace automatically, your balls slapping against his ass, every sharp thrust hitting something spongy inside him and drawing out a sharp click, the rough pace leaving you panting.

Mindlessly you look up, too caught up in the moment remembering how Simon loved eye contact to remember the situation you're in.

He's looking straight at you.

You halt mid thrust, the low hiss he lets out falling on deaf ears as you tilt your head to the side. You're not insane, his eyes follow you. They're still milky, but they don't look through you. He's looking at you.

Another rough clicking sound leaves him and he thrusts his hips down against yours with enough strength to bruise, almost impatient. Despite how stupid it is you reach out and quickly unbuckle the gag with trembling fingers. "Si?" You say, unable to hide the hope in your voice. "Are you there?" You lean over him, looking hopefully into his eyes. "Do you remember me?"

His jaw moves like he's munching on a survivor, but all that leaves his mouth are more clicks and rough grunts.

Fuck. You are a fool.

A sob tears through your chest before you can stop it, ducking your head down to lay it on his chest. You're unable to keep the fresh tears from falling on him, watering the damned mushrooms that had taken him from you. You can't stop the sobs from coming, your back bowed and shoulders shaking as you cry just as much as the day you first lost him.

His chest vibrates with another long series of clicks and whistles, just pouring salt on the gaping would in your chest.

Your name rights through the room.

It's scratchy, rough, almost incomprehensible to your ears, but it's your name.

You look up so quickly you almost snap his neck. "Simon?" You whisper, staying in him even as you feel yourself soften. "Are you in there?" You slowly reach out to hold his face, careful not to cut your hands on the sharp mushroom caps along his cheeks.

He looks at you back, jaw moving still, but he doesn't try to bite the flesh of your palms despite your hands being right there. "Ckckck-" He clicks, pupils going from pinpricks to blown out, "Ckckrkck- Mo- ckck-ve." He manages, a thrust of his hips accompanying the order.

Your heart leaps to your throat and you can do nothing but follow it, sliding one hand down to dig your nails into his thigh, looming over him as you pull out until only the head is inside and them slam into him that there's an audible clap of skin on skin as you bottom out. A half shriek half click half "Yes!" escapes him as he throws his head back, slack jawed.

A whole range of noises escapes him as you hammer into him with all you've got, one hand remaining always on his face. You can feel him getting hotter the longer you pound into him, body shaking as each thrust nails his sensitive spot. He gets progressively tighter and tighter as you fuck into him, and you let go of his thigh to carefully strike along the long shaft of the clitshroom.

He shrieks at the top of his lungs and his cunt clenches down on you like a vice, fluttering around you and gripping your cock like it doesn't want you to pull out. It pulls you into an orgasm,

"Simon?" You whisper, staying in him even as you feel yourself soften. He's too silent compared to how vocal he had been a few moments ago. "Are you in there?"

His head rolls a bit, peering at you through through his lashes, tongue moving heavily in his mouth and lips twitching up into a soft of barely-there grin. "Cckck- l- ckckc- love- ckrk-you -ckkckrkckck-"

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