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[si11yw0rm]

ghost drabbles #1 (words)

blurb: ghost and you have had a complicated relationship. but one night in the kitchen changes everything between the two of you.

tags: gender-neutral reader, dirty talk, use of doll, baby, and love, dual switching (you would understand when you see it)

wordcount: 2k+

note: worm is tired. if you see this, please make them smile by leaving comments about what you thought. (please, i am typing this from a hospital bed, anything but the doctors saying bs would make me happy)

but i do wanna finish the Kinktober fics and reedit them and probably put out a part two to this, we would see. until we meet again, i shall slink back to my cave.

mdni x fic under the cut.

Ghost was not a very vocal man. Everyone on the base knew that. You knew how silent he could be, even better than anyone else. He had made sure of that.

You stirred the cup of hot chocolate, shaking your head a little. It was one of the reasons you were instantly drawn to him. You were a fan of silence, just like he was. 

Sometimes, words weren't necessary.

Your relationship with Ghost was a tricky one.

When Captain Price introduced you to the crew the first time you had landed on base, you knew he didn't like you straightaway.

For someone so silent, his eyes could be widely expressive. 

Ghost never sought you out, and you respected his wishes and kept out of his way.

And it worked until that one night.

The single night that changed you both forever.

 The roof was open to anyone, but for some weird reason, you didn't expect Ghost to be the person to climb up your spot and find you that night.  

You knew he was surprised to find you there staring at the stars because even in the darkness of that night, you could see his hesitation.  

But he had stayed, and it was a silent agreement that it would be routine. 

And it was. 

Except for where you both went on missions and Price took the team out for drinks, your two souls always found yourselves on the roof every night. 

Not saying anything. 

Just breathing and existing in the same space. 

Till you broke the silence one night, and by some miraculous intervention, he had answered. 

You knew it wasn't right. 

Sneaking behind the other members' backs. Especially Price. 

But for some reason, you couldn't care. 

And you knew the Lieutenant didn't either. 

You nearly spilt the beverage over your fingers as you remembered how he had stared at you last night, his eyes saying everything and nothing all at once.

You knew it was cowardly to avoid going to the rooftop tonight, but you couldn't see yourself facing him. 

Then you heard a cough.

It was unmistakably him. 

You weren't surprised you hadn't heard him moving, but as you turned around, you froze when you saw him standing in the doorway.

Ghost couldn't believe his luck. When he hadn't seen you tonight, he had nearly pulled his gun on himself. 

But here you were, standing directly in front of him, looking like his every fantasy just come to life, and he just knew.

He had to get the words out. He had to. 

They were clawing at his throat. 

He could practically feel them burning a hole in his chest. 

He cleared his throat, grabbing the bottom of his mask, and tugged it downwards before stepping closer. 

You looked so sad and heartbroken that he could feel his cold heart moving around funny in his chest.

"I lied." It was a stupid way to start, and he knew it. 

Your eyes narrowed, and he could see the anger simmering in them.

You had every right to be angry. 

And fuck, if he didn't want to fuck it out of you.  

"What?" You hissed the word out, folding your arms, and fuck him, but he couldn't stop his hands from dropping to your chest. 

You didn't look at him as you hissed again, grabbing the cup off the counter. He could bet that you wanted to dunk it over his head.

"What do you mean you lied, Riley?" 

He knew you were mad when you called him that. 

He was always Lieutenant. 

You always called him that during your missions together over the comms. 

Fuck, now that he thought of it, you mostly referred to him as lieutenant. 

And he knew it was most definitely out of necessity.

But on the rarest occasions that you were happy with him, you called him Simon, and he let you. 

Because he had never met anyone that captivated him as much as you did. 

So yes, in hindsight, you should be mad.

Because it was one of your rules. 

Never lie. 

Lie to everyone but each other.

But Christ, he was a sick bastard because as he looked at you now, he finally understood what Price meant by you being a force of nature.

He was in awe of you. 

Which also terrified the hell out of him too.

His brain reminded him that he had said that before, but he couldn't find it in him to begin to actually care. 

"I lied. When you asked me if I thought about you." 

Oh, he did.

In the nights when you both denied yourself what could be the most divine bliss.

He did. 

During breakfast.

During lunch.

During dinner. 

And after your rooftop nights, when he was alone in his dorm, that was when he couldn't help himself.

He was in over his head. 

So much so it was both fascinating and terrifying. You should be scared of what he could do to you if you just gave him your consent. 

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes got that hazy look in them. 

The look you always had when your mind went south. Ghost knew you didn't realize it, but he could always read you like a book.

A book he was becoming fast obsessed with.

"So you think about me?" Your voice was hesitant, and he nearly laughed. 

You couldn't be that clueless, considering everyone on base already knew he more than liked you.

He released his breath through his teeth, shaking his head. "You have no idea, love." 

He knew what you were going to say before you even said it.

"Tell me. Let me in, Simon. Please." 

His head lifted, and he saw the pleading in your eyes. He hissed through his teeth, holding his head in his hands. 

He couldn't bear to look at you. He knew you liked it the way he did. 

So what was holding him back?

You sighed, and Ghost could hear that telltale disappointment lining your voice.

The unspoken one you had every time he couldn't voice out his emotions. 

You shook your head slowly and shook your head, holding your cup to your chest before dropping back on the counter. "It's okay, Ghost." 

But Ghost couldn't let you leave without telling you. 

He grabbed your arm and tugged you around until you were staring at him, your eyes both sad and understanding. It tore a hole through him.

His hands slid up your arm, coming to rest on your cheek. Even through the glove he was wearing, you could feel his hand burning against your skin. 

He leaned closer, his lips brushing your neck as his hand dropped from your cheek to slip around your waist. 

"I...I want you. I think about you." His voice was uncertain at first, but the conviction in them had you freezing.

"Every hour. Every minute. Every day. God, love. You have me burning me up inside." 

You felt your breath shudder through your lungs, and Ghost leaned away, staring at your lips. He was staring at them like he suddenly wanted to put something inside. 

"I...I think about you. On your knees. In my bed. Everywhere." You couldn't control how fast your breath was coming out of your lungs like you weren't getting enough air in your lungs.

You knew what it meant. The exact cause of your reaction came from childhood trauma you refused to unpack. But you saw the precise minute that Ghost's eyes widened with realization. 

Ghost couldn't believe his luck. His little brat was a word slut.

You, who blushed and shied away from looking anyone in the eye during briefings, loved someone looking at you and talking you through it. 

And knowing it had the knot in his tongue loosening. 

He stepped closer, pinning you against the counter, his hands resting on the counter behind you.

"I think of touching you under the table, especially when we have briefings together."

What was it with him and your briefings? God, he was so far gone. 

He had always wondered why Price gave him an unreadable look after briefings, but now he understood. 

He must have been staring.

His hands left the counter, coming under your thighs to grab you off the ground and drop you on the counter, his hands shifting to spread your thighs apart. 

"I think of grabbing you by the throat and giving you something to choke on. I think of spreading your thighs apart and fucking drowning you, baby. You have no idea."

You weren't sure if you were still breathing normally, and you could feel your head swimming. Somehow, the look of pure desire burning in his eyes was just as dangerous as his words.

Because this was Simon.

"And I think of you blowing me while you are under my table, and it's our little secret." 

His hands slid up your jaw, and his thumb parted your lips, sliding inside your mouth. You didn't think twice before wrapping your lips around it.

Ghost smiled. "You know when you walked into my office that night to grab the files Price asked about?" 

You nodded, and when your eyes shuttered, Ghost knew you hadn't realized that you were purring softly. 

"Afterwards, my office smelt like you so much I was sure I had nearly gone mad." 

"You hide your feelings well." You whispered, your lips still around his thumb. Your eyes were half closed, and you were practically resting your cheek on his palm.

"I was scared."

Your eyes snapped open, and you blinked slowly, smiling at him. "Are you scared now?"

"Yes." He decided to keep it short.

You let go of his thumb, pulling him closer by wrapping your legs around his hips. He stalled himself from connecting your groins together by slamming his hand on the counter.

You smiled, and Ghost knew whatever you had planned was going to be the death of him. 

"That undercover party that Price sent us on. The one where I wore the bunny outfit. You seemed pissed after Soap made a barrack bunny joke. What were you thinking?"

He wanted to say he didn't know what the fuck you were talking about, but he did. 

It was one of the nights he couldn't stop replaying in his head.

"You mean the night where you kept talking sass and outrightly disobeyed me? And then got yourself in trouble. Like I fucking warned you it would? Is that the night you are talking about, doll?" 

You opened your mouth to talk, but Ghost suddenly had a lot to say and it was all coming out.

"God, when you bent over answering that man. It was all I could think about. Spanking you. You were literally begging for it, doll." 

"Wha-What?"

"It made me a sick and twisted man, but Jesus. I wanted to spank your ass red for letting him touch you."

"Oh yeah? You are fucking hypocrite, Ghost. Because you ran out like you couldn't wait to move away from me fast enough." 

Ghost knew you well enough to know you were teasing. You were poking him. Seeing how far you could take him before he snapped, but lucky for you, he was feeling generous.

"Say what you want, baby." 

"Touch me. Like you do in your thoughts. Just once. I need in, Simon. Please."

The Simon was his kryptonite.

He laughed, pushing you back against the counter as his hands dipped down your stomach, lifting your shirt enough to expose your belly.

You held your breath as his hands dipped lower, and he tsked, his fingers brushing against you so suddenly that your back arched off the counter.

What was it about him that made you feel things so intensely?

"You are such a little whore, baby. Look at you. Dripping. And I haven't even touched you yet." 

His hand came up to cover your eyes, and you heard rustling before you finally felt his breath ghost your nose. 

He had taken off his mask.

"Simon..."

His lips nuzzled your nose before kissing a path down your jaw, deliberately avoiding your lips. "Keep saying my name, baby."

His fingers were sliding up your waist, inching your shirt higher, and coming to rest directly under your nipple.

"Simon..."

"That's it. Who's touching you?" His voice had gotten so rough and deep it was like it was vibrating through you, leaving you wrung out and breathless with desire. 

"Simon is."

"That's right, baby." His hand lifted off your eyes suddenly, and you saw a flash of a sharp jawline before he yanked your shirt so far up that he could pull it over your head.

"Can you breathe through the cotton?" You saw his silhouette hovering over you, but you could barely make out his features. You also noticed that he had only pulled the mask halfway up his face.

"Yeah." 

"Perfect, baby. Now, try not to scream."

[si11yw0rm]

Day 2 (Face Fucking/M Rec. x Miguel O' Hara)

blurb: your boyfriend invited you for lunch at his office because he is stressed, and you decide to help him out. (it's not assistant x boss)

reader is a sub/brat afab and has being dating Miguel for 10+ months (no use of y/n)

tags: oral (m rec.), dirty talk (praise and degradation), semi public (on couch inside his office. you dont take off your clothes.), swallowing, hair pulling, Miguel whimpers (i cant help it, i am sorry), you don't get caught. use of little spider, baby, and love.

again, mdni.

no beta read (ignore the mistakes i would correct them when i wake up lol) and again no word count, idk. i am barely awake as is. (LMAOOOO, i am sane dw)

edit: i took my partner's advice and went to bed. i am however ready to start. i slept for four hours. so not good, but i am used to that.

edit:i am sorry. i actually forgot😭i had a shit ton on my schedule too

fanart credit to artist!

Miguel had his head across your lap, and you were playing with his hair. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn't sleeping. You had just finished lunch, picking up some empanadas from the cafeteria for him.

You knew whatever was stressing him out was really bad when he didn't eat any of them. "Miggy."

He made a grumbling sound of acknowledgement, his hands lifting to guide your hands to the hair closer to his forehead.

It wasn't a secret that the head of the spider society had trauma of his own, though it had taken a while for him to open up to you and let you past that hard shell to see the inner still grumpy but soft bear inside him.

Still, he rarely talked unless it was necessary.

Or when he was shouting Spanish curse words at recruits who messed up.

"Miggy." You said again, this time tugging on his hair until he cursed, his eyes opening.

"Yes, baby?"

"You are so tense." You whispered, running your hands through his hair, sliding your hands down the side of his chin.

He sighed, his eyes fluttering close before his hands come up in his hair to link with yours.

"It's work. Jess brought in a new batch, and they are causing unnecessary problems. And that fucking anomaly in the..." He trailed off, cursing off and sighing.

You noticed his claws had come out and you take his hands in yours, pressing into his palm to watch them softly retract into the pads of his fingers.

"I could help you destress."

Miguel always said no whenever you asked because he was afraid he would hurt you with how big he was. But you wanted him to.

If he understood what you meant, he didn't show it. But you knew he did.

He laughed instead, his eyes still closed as you press against his palm again. "You do enough just being here, little spider."

You bit your lip, dropping his hand. "That's not what I meant by destress."

Miguel's eyes snapped open and the lust that burned in them before the blanket came on had you smirking. You had always known that he wanted it too.

"Baby..."

"I want to, Miggy. Please." You slid your hands into the small spot behnd his ear and he groaned, his hips already lifting off the couch.

"I am going to hurt you." He was getting off your lap now, and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

"I can handle it." You said, sliding your hands over his chest.

Miguel shook his head, pinning your hands to his chest. "Mi vida, you don't understand. I barely control myself with you as it is."

One hand slid up your chest, before sweeping across your throat and his finger tugged your lips down.

"If I hurt you, I would never be able to live with myself, baby." You saw the unposken trauma in his eyes, one that you knew stemmed from his backstory.

You wished you could cover him and protect him from what he had gone through, and you grabbed his hand, wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

"Miguel."

He stared at you, his eyes running over every feature of your face before he sighed, snaking his hand up higher to grab the back of your head.

"On one condition."

"Anything."

"You tell me if it gets too much." You thought of protesting, but the look he pinned you with made your mouth snap shut and you nodded.

"Dios, you really want to do this." He muttered as you got off the couch, sliding to your knees in front of him.

He slipped his hands in your hair, and laughed, before grabbing your hands at his belt buckle. "Slowly, baby."

"Sorry." You whispered, even though you weren't sorry at all.

He stared at you, before dropping those eyes to your lips. "You remember your promise?"

You nodded and he let go of your hands, and you started undoing his belt buckle, keeping your eyes on your hands. You could feel his eyes burning a hole at the top of your head.

You finally got it free, and you pushed it aside to reveal his black briefs, the one you had helped him pick when you went shopping last week.

"Take me out." His voice had gotten that bedroom tilt, the one it always got whenever you were both about to lose yourselves in each other.

But you could also hear the shake behind it.

You could still feel how tight his body was strung up, and you let your eyes lift up to meet his, and you straightened, and he brought his lips down to meet yours.

He sighed when your lips met, and his hands cup your face, pulling you into him. "I could never get over this."

His tongue swept over your bottom lip, and you wordlessly opened your lips in invitation. His hands moved to your neck, not choking or squeezing, just holding you in place.

"Christ, you drive me insane, baby."

He traced the line of your jaw, his lips making a path upward toward your nose, before coming down to kiss your neck again.

It was muscle memory that made you roll your neck to the side to allow him better access, and Miguel took full advantage, leaving a litter of hickeys on your neck.

The skin of your neck was getting warm beneath his breath and lips, and the burning twisting sensation inside you started spreading, building into a bundle in your core where it gathered and grew with each brush of his lips.

A small, soft moan escaped your lips and Miguel hissed, pulling away to stare at you. "Dios mío, nunca podría cansarme de mirarte así."

You barely understood what he was saying, but you didn't need to. The look in his eyes were enough words.

"Be a good girl and take me out."

You slipped yours hands into his boxers, tugging it down as his hips lifted off the couch. He was already obscenely hard, and you could have sworn your mouth watered.

He was thick, long and curved in a way that made you remember how well he hit the spots inside you and make you break apart.

"If you are going to keep staring at me like that, I am not responsible for my actions." He muttered, his tone careful as if he was afraid to set you off.

"You are beautiful." You whispered and lifted your eyes in time to see him blush, and he lifted one hand to cover his face.

You took that opportunity to ease him into your mouth, and Miguel swore, both hands dropping to grip your hair and you could feel the sharp ting of his claws.

You groaned, and you felt them retract, but before you could complain he started talking.

"You have no idea how amazing your mouth feels right now, little spider." He groaned as you ease him more into your throat, breathing slowly through your nose.

"Baby, you need..." You ignored him, easing him further down and lifting your hands to softly grip his balls.

Miguel made a weird noise in the back of his throat, and you bit back a grin, moving backwards before swirling your tongue over and around the smooth head.

You couldn't help yourself as you looked up at him, and he had his hands over his face, and you could tell he was holding himself back, so you jerked forward until you gagged and he let out a string of Spanish curses.

“Yes, Christ, you are perfect.” he whispered and his eyes snapped open and he looked at you, the pride you saw there made its way down your spine.

“Just like that, baby.”

His hand climbed its way into your hair and he stared at you, halting your movements. “You want more, baby? You want me to take over?”

Miguel's iris's were red, and his hair was falling over his face as he leaned forward, and you nodded.

You would take anything he gave you.

Using the grip he had on your hair, he pulled your head toward his hips, feeding his cock even deeper into your mouth.

It made your jaw ache, considering how big he was and how little you had taken in before, but you didn't feel nervous. Even though you had no control over how much he tried to shove in.

But Miguel went slowly at first, stopping when he hit the back of your throat and before hissing and pulling out again.

He waited for your nod before he did it again, and this time you leaned into it and tried to take him deeper. You knew when he breached the back of your throat, sliding in and you forced yourself to relax, breathing in through your nose.

Miguel whimpered, making a pained groan afterwards before running his other hand over your jaw and throat. “That feels fucking amazing, querida.”

His hand remained in your hair, easing your mouth into soft strokes, while you tried to focus on working your tongue along his dick.

It made you think you were a little sick to enjoy the way he was using your mouth, but you couldn't form a single thought as he thrust gently between your lips.

“Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeah, just like that. You are doing so good for me, baby.” His praise caused a fire to ignite in your belly, and he curled his fingers into your hair, effectively ruining your hair further.

You let him take control, and you could tell he was getting close when he let out a string of Spanish and gripped your hair so hard you actually lost you felt a twinge of pain shoot up your scalp.

You ignored his tugging, clearly telling you to get off if you didn't want his cum down your throat, but you ignored him, sucking harder while your hands snaked up to cup and caress his balls.

"Ah Dios."

You felt him shoot down your throat and his grip in your slacked as you lifted your eyes to see him rest his head against the couch.

"You like?" You asked, moving off him and helping him tuck himself back into his briefs.

Miguel's head lifted, his eyes dropping down to your lips and his thumb pulled it down. "Open."

You did, and it should be sick how the pride in his smile made your entire body lit up, but his hands slid over to rub that spot behind your ear and all your thoughts flew outside the window.

"My dirty little girl got what she wanted, didn't she?"

You nodded, smiling and dropping your eyes to his cock, which was already forming a bulge in his trousers. "Can I go again?"

"Oh no, love." His hands snaked under your arms, pulling you off the floor and onto his lap.

"Now? Now it's your turn."

You didn't argue.

[si11yw0rm]

this is worm speaking.

welcome to my Tumblr.

thank you for giving me, my writing and my heart a chance. hope you like my stories and whatever else ends up on this side of the internet.

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about worm

hi! i am worm (yes me, so hi) you can call me lili! i actually don't know where the name worm came from, nor the username sillyworm or in that writing (that's si11yw0rm btw)

but i do remember being very sick one night in my hospital bed, and i picked up my phone and saw a Toji fan art with him and his worm and thought, damn, i wanna be like that worm. and that's about it.

my pronouns are she/he/they (i am non binary, but i am not picky about pronouns. feel free to use whatever)

so what does worm like exactly? (who knows worm is also confused)

but it's mostly,

♥︎ reading & writing

♥︎ kpop

♥︎ watching long hour documentaries on yt

♥︎ gaming

♥︎ the obscure

♥︎ true crime

♥︎ drawing

♥︎ coffee (and iced tea)

♥︎ long walks and the colour red. in all shades.

worm's masterlists

kpop

𖤐 stray kids

𖤐 ateez

𖤐 seventeen

Miguel O Hara

𖤐 full fics

𖤐 drabbles

call of duty

𖤐 price

𖤐 ghost/simon riley

drabble #1 (words)

𖤐 konig

𖤐 keegan

𖤐 gaz

anime

𖤐 jujustu kaisen

𖤐 attack on titan

special!

𖤐 kinktober