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Memories

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Meeting your ex leads you to reminiscing.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Thanks to @mykneeshurt for helping me out of my rut with this one 🫶🏻

It wasn't your wisest decision; you'd been careful thus far in the grieving process not to use poor coping mechanisms to get you through bad days, but the anonymity and seclusion of the downtown bar brought you a bit of peace. More than yoga or journaling- especially after the first sip of your drink.

You hated to admit it felt good. Even if you sat in silence and merely stared down the liquid in your glass, your brain was finally empty. You didn't want to sit with your feelings anymore, you wanted to get drunk and pretend they didn't exist.

You even contemplated trying a cigarette. Another poor decision surely wouldn't lead you any deeper into your already darkened abyss. The bearded man to your right, with one hand around a beer and the other holding a smouldering stick, made it look serene- cathartic, even. A flat expression and dull eyes, you envied his lack of awareness.

You stuck out like a sore thumb, though. You didn't meld with the horde of middle-aged men, or blue-collar workers crowded around a pool table. Your legs were crossed on the barstool, hair neatly done and makeup on your face- if it wasn't smudged yet.

It made it easy for him to spot you. As if he couldn't find you in a sea of people anyway, your appearance drew in his gaze immediately. His heart dropped to his stomach, a rapid increase in his pulse that throbbed in his throat.

He hadn't seen you for years. Not since you left, since he left. A scarred wound sat in his chest, reopened when you texted him, now raw and bleeding as he watched you. His saliva dried in his mouth, breath catching in his throat when your head turned to meet his eyes, and he swore he watched your lips turn to a small smile.

He wondered if your smile meant you were happy to see him- or whether it was a polite show of acknowledgement. Though rather than turning your back to him, you faced him, resting your jaw in your hand. He sauntered over, his pulse still thumping against his ribs, his hands suddenly clammy and warm- like he wasn't a seasoned soldier.

Sliding in next to you, an arms' length apart, he faced forward, still not yet able to fully find your eyes; eyes he'd missed for years.

Your text came as a shock, though he couldn't deny he'd been reluctantly praying you'd reach out, change your mind, give him a second chance. It was vague, a reminder of who you were, as if he'd ever forget your name and number, and an invitation to the bar you'd made yourself comfortable in. He couldn't say no.

He said your name- a greeting, rolling off his tongue like you'd never left.

"Simon," You nodded. "Thanks for meeting me."

He finally turned his head, his black eyes finding yours with hesitation. You swallowed, nearly succumbing to the nostalgia and breaking into tears, but held strong when he nodded in response and you heard his voice for the first time in a long time.

"Surprised to hear from you. Everythin' alright? You doin' well?" He asked, still nonchalantly peering around even though he was nearly salivating at the smell of you. Still the same- his favourite scent, mixed with your addictive pheromones. It made his stomach churn.

"Yeah," You nodded shortly. "Just needed a friend. How have you been?"

"We friends now?" A hint of humour in his tone made you scoff.

"I needed someone I know- someone who knows me." Your eyes softened as you watched him, suddenly feeling guilty for inviting him.

"Knew you years ago," He started. "Not sure I know you now."

"I'm the same person, Simon," You scoffed again. "Just older."

"And married," He looked down at your hand, eyeing the silver band looped around your finger. He tried not to let his jealousy be as obviously apparent as it felt, swallowing harshly.

Your fingers immediately reached the ring, twisting it slowly for comfort like you'd always done.

"Separated," You admitted. "A few months now."

He watched your eyes begin to water, feeling resentful of the man who got to marry you- the man you chose over him and were so emotional about now.

"Still holdin' on?" He asked.

You shook your head, still holding the ring between your fingers. "I thought it would ward off any men in here. This isn't- I gave that back."

Simon nodded thoughtfully. Still, the lump of anger sat in his throat, but it was mostly jealousy. Seeing your face again reminded him of the memories he'd pushed down into his chest cavity and burned with whiskey and beer. He didn't need to be reminded that you'd walked away- he didn't even want to entertain the idea of another man touching you.

"You wanna talk about it?" His voice dripped with disinterest and reluctance. It made you chuckle.

"No," You grinned. "I'd rather drink about it."

"That I can do."

His fingers lifted as he ordered a drink, and another for you, while you smiled softly. Truthfully, your feelings for Simon had never faded. Even at the courthouse with your ex-husband, a part of you was still overseas with Simon. Though your decision to leave Simon wasn't easy, you'd suffered too much loss to stay and risk even more.

You'd settled down, naively accepted your ex-husband's proposal, and chose to leave him after nearly two years of marriage- another difficult decision, though not nearly as difficult as saying goodbye to Simon.

The more alcohol in your system, the more you began to remember; every fight, every kiss, every time he touched you. It wrapped around your heart, nostalgia-filled daydreams that evoked warmth in your stomach and pliability in your body.

Your hand reached his arm- an innocent touch at first, though his eyes narrowed at yours.

"Do I look the same?" You teased, rocking side to side, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Or do I have more wrinkles?"

He shook his head. "Still just as beautiful."

Your heart leapt, though you were speechless. Awkwardly searching for an appropriate response, you pursed your lips.

Simon tensed. "Sorry- didn't mean to-"

Your eyebrows furrowed. "It's okay. It's just been a while since I've heard that."

Simon paused, watching your body language.

"Thank you, Simon. I missed you."

The latter slipped out- a sharp jolt ran through your body as you sat up straight.

"Think you're drunk," He huffed.

You nodded, letting out a short chuckle. "I am. Doesn't mean I didn't miss you. We dated once, remember?"

He pursed his lips. "Could never forget."

After a few moments of quiet reflection, a stinging sensation in your eyes at Simon's vulnerability, you sighed.

"You always were a good guy," You huffed. "Can't say I don't regret leaving." You peered up at him, suddenly very aware that you'd finally spilled your feelings to him.

"Why did you?" He asked, cocking his head.

"I was scared," You shrugged. "Of losing you."

He squinted, before nodding. He accepted your answer, even if it didn't quite fit together in his head. He was relieved to know he hadn't done anything to push you away, that maybe there was a chance he could have you again.

"Well, I think I'll head home," You smiled.

"Let me drive you," He offered.

Your eyes met briefly, before you nodded and followed him out to his vehicle. You'd begun to fall asleep in the car- snoring lightly as Simon drove beneath streetlights and overpasses. He realized he didn't know where you lived, not since you'd moved out; against his better judgement, he decided not to wake you, but to take you back home; to his home.

He even wrapped his arms around you, lifted you from the car while you stirred in his grasp. Peering down at you, his heart clenched at your soft, sleeping face. The feel of your body in his hands again, smooth flesh against his calloused skin.

He let you take his bed; fresh sheets he hadn't slept in in months. Without crossing anymore boundaries, he left you to sleep beneath his duvet and stumbled off to the couch.

You woke not long after, immediately recognizing the bedroom you'd been put in. The same sheets, same decor; it was like you'd been transported back a few years. Only Simon wasn't beside you, and your framed photographs were no longer resting on the nightside table.

You stood to your feet, slowly, cautiously moving around the room, trying your hardest not to give in and search through his things in hopes of finding a trace of yourself there. You left the room, wandering down the familiar hallway to the living room where he was lain on the same beige couch you'd bought together.

You held back a smile- an arm strewn across his face, harsh exhales you knew meant he was still trying to lull himself to sleep. As you neared, he sat up suddenly.

"Sorry," You whispered. "I didn't mean to bother you."

He shook his head, dismissing your apology. "Y'fell asleep," He said. "Didn't know where you lived."

"It's fine." You peered around the room. Just the same but entirely different- it wasn't yours anymore. "Feels strange being here."

"'M sure," He nodded.

You watched from your position on the wall, arms crossed while he situated himself.

"Everything feels so familiar," You sighed.

He was silent, watching you take in the surroundings. It made his heart soften; a bit of resentment having melted and now replaced with desire at seeing you back where you belonged. In your shared home, with him.

"Brings back memories," He nodded.

Your cheeks reddened at the thought of memories; particularly the ones where your late nights ended in slow sex on the very couch you sat on. Staring up at the ceiling, Simon's hands roaming your body, the TV light flashing across your naked bodies.

"We had good times together," You said, turning to meet his eyes.

"Still can," He breathed.

You sighed softly; it was a mouth-watering offer, however innocent he meant it, that brought your pulse between your thighs and warmed your abdomen. But you weren't sure. You hadn't seen Simon in years, hadn't talked in years, you wondered if trying again would only hurt more than the initial breakup.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea," You sighed again.

He stood to his feet, moving closer to you.

"You texted me," He said. "Had to be a reason."

"I told you, I needed a friend-"

"Bullshit," He scoffed. "You want more than a friend, love." He neared you, so close his chest nearly touched yours. His hand gently landed on your waist, slowly pulling you closer to him. He shut his eyes, inhaling shakily at the feel of your body against his again. "Think you want me to touch you again."

"Simon-" You started, your eyes flickering to his lips.

"That's it," He smirked, nearly unnoticeably. "Missed hearin' you say my name sweetheart. Missed a lot about you, if 'm bein' honest," He pushed his face into your neck, earning a broken exhale from you when he planted soft lips on your jugular.

"Simon, please," You breathed, your reluctant hands finding his biceps while he continued to wrap himself around you like a boa constrictor.

"Don't beg for me 'less you mean it, sweetheart."

He met your eyes, waiting for you to confirm or deny; your teeth clenched your bottom lip, letting it fall as you whispered another light plea. It was quiet and held no conviction behind it, only pure lust that drove it from the back of your throat.

He pressed his lips against yours, tight fingers holding onto your waist, his other hand gliding up to your jaw. Long fingers spread the length of your throat, forcing your lips against his, waiting to hear the moans he'd missed so badly.

You couldn't help but grind yourself against him- arousal was already flooding through you just while his tongue slid into your mouth, but you needed more.

You began to lift his shirt over his head, while he grabbed it at the neck and disposed of it within seconds. Your blouse, expensive and delicate, was pulled apart at the buttons by Simon's calloused hands, which dove down to cup your breasts and squeeze with fervour.

"Missed your body," He whispered into your neck, tugging your bra down your body to reveal your breasts.

"I missed your touch," You whispered against his jaw, your lip quivering at the nostalgia. "God- I missed you touching me."

He lifted you suddenly, strong hands carrying you to the beige couch- it was like your first time all over again. Goosebumps spreading across your skin, Simon's smell invading your senses. You were breathless, emotional, overwhelmed.

He tugged your jeans down your hips, pulling your panties off as you shuffled out of them. He wasted no time burying his face between your soft thighs, rough hands holding them apart while his tongue slid against your clit.

You gasped sharply, your back lifting off the couch to meet his lips, to grind yourself against his mouth. He'd always been over-eager when it came to your pleasure, though his tongue glided against you, encircling your clit with a level of attentiveness you'd not received in years.

His hand ran up your stomach, softly squeezing your breasts, while the other massaged the pliable flesh of your thighs. He missed having you spread out for him, vulnerable beneath him. Your thighs over his shoulders, your expression of pleasure illuminated by the TV; he'd always been driven by your enthusiastic moans.

"Pussy tastes so fuckin' good, sweetheart," He said, his voice hoarse with restraint. "Just as good as I remember."

You exhaled a whine, a gush of arousal spreading through every limb as he continued his methodical massage. You felt his fingers breach your pussy, slowly but surely stretching you out around him, a strained exhale leaving his mouth.

"Fuck," He whispered, leaning forward to connect his lips to your clit once more.

"Yes, Simon," You breathed into the silence. "Shit- you know just how I like it," You gasped.

His fingers curled inside you, his tongue still flicking quickly over your clit. He'd tasted you so many times, watched you come undone on his tongue- he could pinpoint the moment you were close to cumming. Your pussy fluttering around his fingers, squeezing so tight he nearly couldn't move them, your body writhing with pleasure, lips frozen in a gasp.

He'd been grinding into the softness of the couch, attempting to relieve some of the painful arousal. With each stroke of his fingers, his hips jerked forward, imagining himself deep inside you, your juices coating his cock.

When you came on his fingers, his eyes had flickered to your face, watching you combust with firework-like pleasure, galaxies clouding your vision while he watched with awe.

You exhaled, sitting up to make eye contact with him- he crawled over you like a hungry animal, one hand undoing the belt constricting his pants while the other held himself above you.

"Missed the taste of you," He whispered, his lips inches from yours. "Bein' inside you."

His voice was shaky with desire, a painful erection he wanted to bury inside you only throbbing when you'd chew on your bottom lip.

"I want you inside me," You said in return, watching his eyes close as he digested your words.

"Christ-" He scoffed. "You miss my cock, love? Miss havin' it deep inside you?"

His fingers wrapped around your throat again, watching you nod enthusiastically.

"I do- always have," You breathed. "Please," You whispered, another plea that nearly made him cum right there.

He yanked his pants down his hips, his impressive erection momentarily exposed before he gripped your thigh and yanked it to his waist. You felt the soft head of his cock gently probe your pussy before sliding in- smooth and quick, before he was buried to the hilt, connected so perfectly like you were made for him.

His head dropped, a low groan of satisfaction escaping him before he adjusted his hips and looked up at you.

"Fuckin' hell," He shook his head, situating his hands so he could dive closer, press his body against yours. "Stay right there," He insisted.

You tightened your thighs around his hips, your hands gripping onto the bulging muscles of his back, flexing and moving as he fought his impending orgasm. Your fingernails inadvertently scraped against his skin- you knew he loved it, knew it sent him over the edge.

He moved, a thrust that was uncertain and haphazard, but intentional enough to make your lips part. He was so deep, his pubic bone grinding against your clit- it sent a shiver up your spine.

"Too tight," he mumbled against your mouth. "So fuckin' wet."

He began thrusting, harsh and poignant, grinding into you. Your body rocked with each movement, finding yourself bouncing your hips back to meet him halfway. He'd begun to perspire, sweat dotting his forehead, his lips parted as he huffed.

"Simon," You murmured, pressing your lips to his neck as he thrusted into you.

"Tell me it's mine," He grunted. "This cunt is mine- you're mine."

Your eyes met- even if he'd insisted while inside you, you both knew it was true. You were his, he was yours, no matter the outcome.

"I'm yours," You nodded, "All yours."

He kissed you again, forceful and passionate, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, your stomach tightening as he rubbed against your clit.

Another orgasm overtook you- in turn, he began to reach his peak, desperately searching your eyes, watching you gasp and moan on his cock, struggle to breathe while he pounded into you.

"'M close, love," He breathed.

"Cum inside me," You spat out, clinging to him with all four limbs while he wrapped a hand around your throat.

His thrusts grew sloppy, slow- a long, low grunt from his mouth let you know he was cumming; burying his cock as deep as possible, hips jutting forward with every jolt of pleasure. He groaned into your mouth, a sloppy kiss as you felt his warm cum coat your walls. He exhaled, sitting back, slowly easing out of you while his cum began to drip down your ass. He used a finger to push it back inside you, a sly grin over his lips as he did, and helped you sit up.

A quick clean-up, change of clothes and a glass of water later, the two of you settled in your old bed, your old room. His arm tangled over your side, holding you against his body like you'd escape in his sleep, and you fell asleep with him- like it always should've been.

#cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #cod mwii #ghost smut #mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #strlingsavwrites #call of duty

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strlingsav · 25 days

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Assassin's Creed Unity - 1898 Belle Époque

#assassins creed #ac unity

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strlingsav · 26 days

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This cruel spring, vernal death that killed all the wintry tales by sharp blossoms My autumn lullaby My winter frost white missing, far gone, lost... Are you listening, hunter to this blue season cry of mine? Stay with me until the moon sweetly dies until the dawn untamed arise in this dream yet to be

#ratonhnhaké:ton #connor ac3 #connor kenway #assassin's creed 3 #ac3 #ac edit #ugh my husband

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strlingsav · 2 months

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Chores

Image - Wallpaper flare

Joel Miller x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, 10 year age gap, reader is 30, Joel is 40

A/N - I haven’t written smut in months, be kind lmfao. Think I needed a change from the COD boys for a bit.

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Jackson. The small town you’d called home, but it wasn’t really. It wasn’t your farm house, your father wasn’t in the barn tending to the horses, your mother wasn’t folding the clean linens, a smell you missed so dearly. Your cat wasn’t curled into a tight ball by the open fire.

No. This wasn’t your home. But it had to do.

10 years had passed since the outbreak, everyone you’d ever known, everyone you’d ever cared about wiped out in the first week. You’d survived this far purely on luck. Luck and some very questionable food.

Jackson was a busy little town, everyone had a role, everyone had a job to do. Nothing was out of place. That was until Joel Miller turned up. You were close with his brother Tommy and his wife Maria, whom you worked with in the town bar.

You’d danced around each other for weeks, nervous conversations, furtive glances over the creaking old bar, awkward smiles and lingering touches. His umber eyes twinkled every time he met your gaze, the wrinkles next to his eyes deepened with every smirk.

Much to everyone’s annoyance neither of you had the confidence to ask one another for a drink. That was until you’d had some issues in your house and Tommy ever so kindly sent Joel to help out.

You fixed him a cup of coffee while you explained what needed tending too. ‘So, I have a leaky faucet in the bathroom, one of the stairs is rotting, and the plumbing under the kitchen sink is on its way out. I can manage, I didn’t mean for Tommy to send you over’ you said exasperated, hiding your blush beneath your hand. As you handed him his coffee, your fingers grazed his. Warm and inviting.

Scratching the back of his neck he smiled at the floor, ‘it’s no trouble darlin, happy to help.’ The pet name sent ripples through you, straight to your thighs. ‘Where shall we start?’ He asked, sipping his coffee.

‘What ever is easier for you. I’ve got tools and supplies ready. But maybe the bathroom? It probably just needs tightening.’

Joel nodded and followed you upstairs. You showed him into the bathroom, his body pressing against yours as he passed. Heat radiated from his body, penetrating your own. You’d never been this close before, heat pooled in your thighs again as you clenched them together. An unmistakeable ache throbbed from within.

Joel sank to his knees as he opened the small cupboard, his thighs forcing themselves against the seams of his jeans. As he led on his back his shirt lifted slightly, a trail of dark hair disappeared beneath the waist band. You bit your lip as you watched him writhe on the floor, muscles tensed, rippling beneath his skin.

‘Yeah, just looks like a few bolts need tightening is all. Noticed anything wrong with the pressure?’ His voice was muffled from within the cupboard. You were so focused on his body you hadn’t even noticed him speaking to you. Completely pre-occupied with the painful ache in your pussy. ‘Hey?’

‘Oh! Sorry. No I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary’ you shrugged. He continued to try and fix the sink, the clanging of tools against pipes echoed in the bathroom. You allowed your eyes to travel further than his waist, desperately trying to imagine what was underneath his jeans. Your heart fluttered at the thought, your stomach twisting itself into knots at the inappropriate thoughts you were having.

You were too busy daydreaming that you initially didn’t notice the pipe burst. Freezing cold water suddenly permeated your skin, causing you to yelp. ‘Oh shit!’ He yelled, scrambling to find the wrench. ‘Joel!’ You squealed, unable to contain your laughter. Dropping to your knees you grabbed the wrench and gave it to him, trying to contain the water. Giggles erupted from you both, fumbling over each other’s bodies to try and stop the sudden surge of water.

Joel scrambled to tighten the bolt, his giggles muffled within the relentless stream. As the water slowly died down, he glanced over to you, water slowly trickled along his neck. Your breath hitched in your throat, panties suddenly soaking with your arousal as you dropped your gaze. Your heart thrummed in your chest, threatening to burst through your ribs.

A sudden warmth on your lip forced you back to reality. Joel cupped your jaw, the rough pads of his thumb caressed your soft lips. Butterflies surged in your stomach as you leant into his touch. Tentatively you placed your hand on his abdomen, the sodden t-shirt exaggerating his firm body beneath your fingertips.

His body jerked slightly, your touch singing his skin. There was a pull between you, sudden, jarring, like two magnetic forces aligning. You searched his face for any inkling of what he was thinking, but you were met with his unfaltering gaze. Slowly he sat up, inching his body closer to yours.

Bit by bit.

Inch by burning inch.

Your lips parted slightly, a shaky breath fell from between them. Moving your hand you rested it on his chest, feeling his own heart furiously pounding from beneath. The cool temperate of his shirt was a stark contrast to the searing heat from his body.

He weaved his hand to the base of your neck, caressing your cheek as he did so. Dropping your eyes to his lips you silently pleaded with him to kiss you. He edged his lips closer to yours, his breath fanning gently over your face.

Deciding to hurry things along you pressed your lips against his, both sighing into the kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft, his beard tickled your upper lip as you positioned yourself on top of him. You sank down, placing yourself in his lap, thighs meshed together finally becoming one. His jaw cautiously coaxed yours open, slipping his tongue inside.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you ground your aching core against him. He groaned into your mouth as he deepened the kiss, gripping onto your hips urging you grind on top of him. Scraping your nails along his neck and scalp, your tongues furiously danced together as you pushed and pulled against one another.

He pulled back, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. ‘Off’ he ordered pulling at your saturated top. Smiling, you eagerly removed it, throwing it in satisfying slap on the tile floor. He removed his own, finally allowing you bestow your eyes on his burly physique. Hair dusted his chest and abdomen, muscles faintly visible as the chill of the air grazed his skin.

Tapping your thighs you wrapped them around his waist, he stood with seemingly no effort at all. Smiling into another kiss you nipped at his bottom lip, pushing him, urging him to go further. He placed you onto the bathroom counter, his hands making quick work of your bra. You wrapped your fingertips into his waistband, yanking him in between your thighs.

The once tender kiss had turned into a desperate sloppy mess. Both fighting for air as you slipped your tongues in and out of each others mouths. A soft whimper escaped you as he palmed your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingertips.

The bathroom was silent, bar the noise of your desperate kisses and stolen breaths.

But you wanted more. Needed more.

You made quick work of his jeans button, revealing his boxers and the outline of his throbbing cock. ‘Take it’ he whispered as he trailed his lips to your neck, nipping and kissing gently. Sliding your hand into his boxers you were pleasantly surprised by his girth, he hissed at your touch. You began to work his cock in your hand as he sighed into your neck, ‘fuck, just like that. That’s it.’

He used his tongue to pull your ear lobe into his mouth, pressing his teeth down, adding just the right amount of pressure. You smiled into his neck, his natural scent infiltrating your senses. His hips began to grind into your hand, causing the ache in the pit of your stomach to surge. Desperation turned to obsession.

With lightening speed he pulled from your grip, grabbing your waist and pushing your torso into the cold marble counter. The sudden change of temperature caused you to hiss between your teeth as you clenched your thighs together. Joel pulled your leggings down to your knees and kicked your legs apart with force. ‘Oh, darlin’ he chucked to himself, ‘that all for me?’

Your glistening folds started at him, screaming to be touched. You couldn’t find any words so instead smirked back at him, arching your back. He ran his hands along your waist and to your ribs, straightening your arms to grip your wrists. As he did, he dragged his tongue along your spine. You moaned into the counter top, your hot breath condensing on the freezing surface.

Releasing your wrist he snaked his fingers into your hair, arching your back further to kiss you. He was tender once more, before he moved his hand to your jaw forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. ‘Watch sweetheart’ he drawled, his southern accent thicker than molasses and sweeter than honey.

Lining up his cock he pushed into your pussy, ‘alright … fuck … alright’ he panted as his breath was sucker punched right from his gut. Your jaw fell open at the stretch, watching as he threw his head back, exposing his muscular neck. His thrusts began slow, tortuous and purposeful. Allowing you to adjust to his size.

His eyes found yours in the mirror, pupils blown wide, eyes black and possessive. ‘I can take it Joel, please’ you whimpered as you sucked on his fingers that held your jaw in place. ‘Christ’ he said, choking on his breath. You ran your tongue along his thick fingers, saliva dripping down your chin as he increased his pace. Eyes never faltering from yours.

‘Pussys so tight sweetheart. Been a while since you been fucked huh?’ His voice was cocky as he smirked at you, eyes glinting in the low light of the room. ‘Mmhmm’ you groaned, relishing in the sweet burn of his cock. The slapping of skin rang out in the empty house, the sweet undertones of your whines, and bass filled rasps from his throat ricocheted off the wooden walls.

Lifting your thigh he placed it onto the counter, opening your cunt further, pushing himself deeper. Screwing your eyes shut you used your free hand to play with your clit. Snatching his fingers from your mouth he gripped your jaw again’ told you to watch darlin, don’t make me ask again.’ Your eyes snapped open, mouth agape, struggling for air.

His pace became punishing, ‘fuck, harder Joel, harder.’ Working your fingers in firm circles, you desperately tried to chase your orgasm. Your muscles began to tighten, but not before you noticed Joel’s pace become sloppy. ‘What the matter? Been a long time baby?’ You teased, pouring up at him in the mirror. ‘Such a smart mouth. Oh sweetheart I ain’t done yet.’

‘No? Then make me cum Joel’ you purred. Smacking your hand out of the way he pressed his own fingers into your clit, reading your body effortlessly. Grabbing your throat with his free hand he pulled you flush to his body. Angling his cock to his your sweet spot as he watched you squirm beneath his grip. He grunted in your ear, his breath burning your skin.

Your muscles tightened, white noise took over your hearing as your orgasm washed through you. You whined and ground your hips back into him, voice cracking from the pressure. ‘So pretty darlin. Goddamn, feels so good’ he whimpered as he nipped your neck. A string of expletives dripped from your lips as you tried to gather yourself.

He pushed you onto the counter once more, pulling out he stroked his cock as he came on your lower back. His head dropped as he grunted, hoarse and breathless. The hot milky fluid gathered in the dimples of your back as you studied him in the mirror. His brow furrowed as he rode out his high, lips plump and red, your pussy clenched at the sight.

Once he’d come down his eyes returned to that gentle glow you loved. He smiled awkwardly as he used a towel to clean you up, before his placed a tender kiss on your spine. ‘Wanted to do that since first time I laid eyes on you’ he admitted, cheeks flushed. Cupping his face you placed a soft kiss on his lips, ‘got two more chores to do yet cowboy.’

#the last of us smut #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #im gonna die #yet another dilf I can't have

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strlingsav · 2 months

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Connor Kenway | Ratonhnhaké:ton (2/?)

"Then what would you propose we do? Sit and watch the Templars take control?

We are sworn to stop them. Or have you forgotten?"

Assassin's Creed III (2012)

#assassin’s creed #assassin's creed iii #ac3 #connor kenway #connor ac3 #ratonhnhaké:ton

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strlingsav · 4 months

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ASSASSIN'S CREED III (2012) dev. Ubisoft

#Connor Kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton

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gaz has such a kissable neck

#kyle gaz garrick

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Your freckled amber skin as soft earth awaiting the embrace of winter My budded branches crawling their way up to your heart since they sense never kissing you is like withering for never tasting water

#ratonhnhaké:ton #connor ac3 #connor kenway #assassin's creed 3 #ac3

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Ride

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Western AU: You have a run-in with notorious outlaw, Ghost.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Boisterous laughter and loud conversation made it difficult to hear John beside you, though you were hardly listening. You were too preoccupied with surveillance; scanning the crowd for a familiar face- or mask, more appropriately. It seemed most folks had let loose for the evening, but your eyes and ears remained sharp as you peered around the room.

Nightfall had come, cooling the hot sand of the desert and bringing with it the expectation of drunken patrons. Candelabras, oil lamps and a roaring fire tinged the saloon red and camouflaged the smell of cigar smoke. It was the usual for the small town, the only source of entertainment and drinks within a hundred-mile radius.

It'd been a while since you had the privilege of relaxing, even if you were still hyper-vigilant. Your exhaustion came from sleepless nights while on your travels. Unable to let your guard down under the stars, you'd hardly slept in the last few days. Sleeping on buffalo pelts and red dirt; your eyes were weary and tired, though there must've been a look of contemplation in your eyes.

"What's got you quiet?" John asked, leaning in closer. "Worried?"

You looked over at him; in all his drunken relaxation and exhaustion from the day's ride, he still read your expression with ease.

"Not worried," You shook your head once- unconvincingly. "Watching."

"Think you're waitin' for somethin' bad," He joked, elbowing you a bit harshly for your liking.

"Think you're a bit too drunk," You tossed back, watching him grin.

"Loosen up, kid," He scolded. "Only here for the night."

You were about to respond, when the saloon went dead-silent; the clinking of lost coins falling as patrons froze in their footsteps, the low shuffle of chairs while they searched for their pistols- likely dropped carelessly in a drunken stupor. The tune from the piano abruptly stopped, and all heads turned to the swinging parlour doors.

You lifted your gaze and there he was. Ghost.

Your jaw clenched, sitting up straight as you watched him slide in effortlessly, like he was unaware he'd stopped the world for a second. His boots hit the floorboards with heavy thuds, his spurs clanking and spinning with each step. You watched him tip his cowboy hat to the barkeep, who appeared no less than terrified.

"No trouble, alright? Hardly finished cleanin' up from last time," The barkeep said, stern yet wavering.

"No trouble," He nodded, taking a seat at the bar.

Most of the activity had resumed, though more than half of the townsfolk had escaped the moment he stepped inside. You didn't blame them; he was an intimidating man, and his stoic nature left questions and whispers at his back. You perched up further on your seat, eyes locked on the mass of muscle that made himself comfortable on the foolishly small stool.

"Ghost," John hardly whispered- disbelief, fear, a combination of both. It ran a shiver down your spine. "Never thought I'd see him here again."

You remained silent, studying the cowboy as he hunched over the bar and nursed his drink. He peered over his shoulder, finding your prying eyes and staring right back. You swallowed harshly, wondering if he recognized you. If he knew it was you, sitting mere feet from him.

Of course he knew it was you.

"Let's get out o' here before the shite hits," John swallowed the last of his beer, throwing his coat over his shoulders.

"I'll catch up," You nodded.

John was hesitant; he knew well you'd handle your own, stand your ground, but stray bullets have no name and he worried for your life. Ghost's reputation was not one of gentleness and kind deeds- he was an outlaw.

"C'mon," He ushered.

"I'm finishing my drink. I'll catch up, John," You insisted.

He finally conceded, pulling his arm through his sleeve before nodding curtly.

"I'll pay the barkeep and stablehand. I'll come lookin' if I don't see you in the mornin'."

You nodded in response, watching him stride past the masked man, head turned as he investigated. Finally, he disappeared from the saloon, leaving you to your own devices as you sipped your whisky. It wasn't without your appreciation- but unbeknownst to John, you knew Ghost better than anyone.

Your eyes drifted around the room, not noticing him stand from his stool and approach your table until you heard the spurs hit the floor. You lifted your head then, and watched as he pulled the chair out across from you to sit down.

His scent immediately washed over you- gunpowder and rolled cigarettes. The fresh smell of whisky emanated from his lips as he spoke through the black mask over his face. The deep, inviting accent made your body shiver- already planting arousal in your womb without any effort.

"You here on business?" He asked.

"Pleasure," You replied, finishing a gulp.

You feigned relaxation, letting your shoulders fall and your back hit the chair as you leaned further away. This was your game, your routine- you enjoyed the part you played, even if it took an astounding amount of willpower not to climb onto his lap.

"Seems you're in the right place," He said back, raising his head to look at you.

"Thought so," You added. "Wasn't sure when I didn't see your face plastered around town."

You watched the fabric of his mask move- a grin. You smiled softly, smugly.

"Reason for the mask," He responded. "Lucky few get to know my face."

You raised a brow.

"Colour me flattered."

"You interested in a ride, sweetheart?" He asked, thighs spread as he leaned back in his chair.

You swallowed again, this time finishing your drink. Your hand held your chin up as your eyes met his with a glimmer of sadistic enjoyment. He watched your hat tip, and you brushed a stray lock of hair from your face as he stood to his feet.

He lead you upstairs- a room he'd rented for the evening while in search of you. You'd met a handful of times, always finding each other in the chaos of the saloon and ending the evening in whatever bed was available.

Since then, he'd come to terms with the fact that he'd ride to the ends of the earth to find you. The laws he had to break hardly mattered, neither did the "wanted" posters or the townsfolk cowering in fear at his very appearance. None of it mattered as much as finding you. You left him chasing the very hint of you, the smallest pieces he could get his hands on just for the chance of relief.

He risked his freedom every time he strolled into town. It was common knowledge everywhere he went; his previous crimes still kept him labeled as a wanted man. He could've ridden off, started a new life under his true name, but you brought him back every damn time.

"Y'were hard to find," He muttered, his lips haphazardly pressed against your neck.

He'd corralled you against the wall while his fingers worked open the buttons on your breeches. He'd ditched his hat and mask, thrown recklessly on the floor as you danced around each other in an attempt to disrobe.

"Maybe I didn't want you to find me," You answered, your arm wrapping around his head as you pulled him closer.

"Doubt that," He answered as his calloused hand dove beneath your pants, and was welcomed with warmth and wetness. "You like knowin' I'll find you wherever you go, sweetheart."

You grinned, your ego slowly shattering as his fingers teased between your thighs. Warm, calloused fingers slid through your folds, eliciting a jolt when he purposely evaded your clit. You huffed softly, humming amusedly in his ear.

"Nowhere to hide from Ghost," You whispered in his ear, making him groan. "I think you like the chase."

"I do," He grinned against your neck. "But now that I've got you- there ain't nowhere left for you to run."

You shivered as he circled your clit, the softness in his touch a stark contrast to his other hand; an iron-like grip on your waist, keeping you pinned against the wall.

The room itself was quiet and dark, lit by only a few candles and the smell reminiscent of the fire roaring beneath you. You could hardly make out his face in the orange light, but your head turned to meet his gaze, and his lips upturned subtly.

He missed you; most everything about you. Truthfully, you weren't very hard to find. You left every possible clue and trace, in hopes he'd track you down. You never stood a chance against a man like Ghost, anyway. He could practically smell you from the town over.

His cock was pressed against your thigh, a sense of anticipation creeping up your spine. You grasped at his vest and work shirt as he slid two fingers inside you, lips against your neck again as he hid his soft grunts from you.

Long fingers stroked firmly inside you, his thumb caressing the bundle of nerves above. Your knees had weakened, pushing your hips against him in an effort to get closer- to get more.

"Ghost," You muttered softly, hands planted against his chest. He was still nipping and kissing at your neck, still driving his fingers into your pussy. "Get on the bed, cowboy," You said- firmer this time, and it caught his attention.

He pulled away slowly, withdrawing his fingers before placing them in his mouth and sucking softly.

"Beautiful," His lip twitched, removing his holster from his hips while he backed up.

You followed, shrugging off your blouse and stepping out of your breeches while he unbuttoned his work shirt.

Usually, Ghost wasn't one to allow a woman control, but the way you looked riding his cock was enough of an incentive to listen.

He collapsed on the bed, taking hold of your waist as you climbed on top of him, straddling his wide hips and setting your palms on his chest. His eyes were drawn to your chest, then your stomach, then your pussy, where he felt his cock rest between your folds and shifted your hips to feel the slick wetness seeping from your pussy.

"C'mon, then," He grunted, jerking his hips up to earn your attention. "Ride it, love."

You smirked- abiding his pestering by gently coaxing his cock inside you, a slow descent to fullness, earning an airy exhale as you found yourself seated on his hips.

He groaned, aggressive hands guiding your hips back and forth, up and down. He watched as your head fell back, toes curled beneath you while your hips strode forward.

"Ghost," You exhaled again, fingernails digging into the muscle and taught meat of his chest.

He sat up, his hand finding the small of your back, matching your rhythm with short thrusts. His other hand used heavy pressure against your clit, head tilted up while he watched your eyes squeeze shut with pleasure.

Your stomach twisted, pace increasing while you fell deeper and deeper, closing in on your orgasm with ambition. Your hips retreated, desperate to ease the over-stimulation and try to bring yourself back to present, before he tugged you closer and rammed his hips up into you.

"Don't run from me," He chided, eyes face-level with your bouncing tits, he brought one of your erect nipples to his mouth and sucked hard. "Take it, love."

You gasped, your body pushed over the boundary of stubbornness and finally allowing your orgasm to pass through your insides. Your entire body filled with heat, flushing red-hot blood through your womb as your pussy clenched around his cock.

"So good," You managed a whisper, jaw clenching before you sucked in a sharp breath to regain clarity.

"No cunt as good as yours," He grumbled, his hot tongue running across your breasts and circling your nipples. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, your body nearly crumbling in his hands. "Keep goin' sweetheart."

Your laboured breaths spurred him on, leaning against the wall as he sat up to finally kiss you, harsh lips enveloping yours. He sneaked his tongue inside your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

"Y'want it in you?" He asked, nearly breathless.

You nodded, eyes glazed over and too exhausted to answer. He released inside you, muscles tensing and cock twitching as warm spurts of cum coated your walls.

You took a moment to catch your breath, before dismounting and collapsing next to him with a huff.

"You onto the next after this?" He asked.

"Gotta be," You tilted your head to smile softly at him. "Can't stick around for long- people get suspicious."

"Come with me," He said, less of a question and more of a suggestion.

"You wanna run away together?" You asked, grinning.

"I'd turn myself in 'for I let you get away again."

You let out a short chuckle, "Alright, outlaw. Get your rest- we're gone at dawn."

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