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diaryofaprettyprincess · 5 months

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stepdad!ghost x crybaby!girly!reader where he yells at her n it scares her cuz his voice is so deep n booming n she immediately starts crying. it all starts when he’s stressed because of a ton of paperwork he has to get done by that night and he hasn’t been able to because of different things that keep popping up. on top of that, he has to watch over you because your mom is out of town for a few weeks doing god know what.

so it’s safe to say he’s beyond stressed.

it all comes crashing down when you come skipping into his at-home office, a dvd in your hand for a movie he had promised you two would watch that day—before he was emailed a ton of paperwork.

you skip over to him, a small, “what’re you doin?” leaving your lips quietly as you peer over his shoulder.

he knows you just want attention right now, and god, does he want to give it to you.

but he can’t right now, and unfortunately for you, you don’t realize it.

he replies to your question with a gruff, “paperwork.” as he rubs his temple with his index and middle.

“oh.” your reply is short, and you look down at the dvd in hand sadly. “thought we were gonna watch a movie?”

simon tries to ignore the disappointment in your voice, because he knows he would immediately drop everything for you, but he just can’t.

“i know, love, but ‘ve got so much shit to do..what about tomorrow?” he asks, now watching u walk around to the front of his desk as you lean forward on it with your hands planted on the hardwood.

“tha’s what u said yesterday..” you pout, and simon can feel his irritability building in his blood. he doesn’t want to take any of his stress out on you, but if you push further, he’s worried he might.

“i know, princess. ‘m sorry, okay? i promise we will do it tomorrow.” he is now shuffling through his work.

you hate when he isn’t paying attention to you.

your eyes burn as you begin to feel tears sprout to them.

“si..” you squeak, trying to express that you feel lonely—what, with your mom being out all of the time. however, simon seemingly ignores you, too lost in his work. trying to get his attention, you call him what you know will achieve that. “daddy, can u take a break? please?” you beg, fidgeting with the dvd case. ghost’s heart squeezes in his chest at the nickname.

he mentally shakes his head. he has to focus.

“y/n, i already gave you my answer.” he speaks, his voice edging on pure annoyance.

“b-but you promised me! you always have somethin’ more important than me!” you’re fully crying now, and simon genuinely feels bad, but he just has so much to do.

he sighs, standing up to grab a pen from the coffee table. you follow behind him, crying.

“why’re you ignorin me?” you sob, and ghost rolls his eyes. he knows if he doesn’t look at you he won’t give in.

“y/n, stop.” he spits, walking back to his desk and hunching over to sign something.

you continue blubbering nonsense until— “enough! fuckin’ christ!”

his eyes burn into yours until he sees your utter hurt and he’s immediately back-tracking.

“angel..” he says softly right before you run off, and he begins to follow until you slam your bedroom door in his face. “fuck.” he sighs, exhausted.

he knows he scared you. he’s never yelled at you like that before.

he can hear your muffled, hiccuping cries, and he rests his forehead against your door—eyes shut tightly.

he tries your door handle but it’s locked. he knows you need time to decompress right now, so he reluctantly goes back to work for another hour before checking on you.

“princess?” he knocks on your door, and he can hear the movie you two were supposed to watch playing on the tv in your room. “let me in, baby.”

he can hear the sound of you getting off of your bed, then the clicking of the door unlocking. you run immediately back to your pink bed, whimpering like a puppy out of fright.

simon sighs for what seems like the 20th time that day, sitting down on your mattress. his large hand rubbing over the expanse of your back slowly.

“sweet’art, lookat me,” he speaks softly. “didn’t mean ta scare you..’m sorry. jus’ was stressed, baby.”

you turn your head, and he can see the reddening of your puffy eyes from crying so much.

“awh, angel,” he kisses the top of your head, brushing the hair away from your face. “can you forgive me?”

his voice is so soft and gentle you want to cry some more.

you nod, chewing on your lower lip. simon’s jaw ticks as he traces his thumb over the slope of your nose and down to the cupids bow of your soft lips. “sweetest girl ever, y’know that?” he asks, and his heart flutters when you giggle.

he leans forward and gently places a small kiss on your lips.

JANDKD IDK IF I LIKE THIS BUT WHATEVER

#simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader #stepcest #dark!simonriley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x innocent!reader #simon riley x crybaby!reader #simon riley #cod #stepdad!ghost #stepdad!simonriley #stepdad!simonghostriley #stepdad!ghost x reader #crybaby!reader

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deunmiu-dessie · 29 days

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boyfriend!ghost who's just a little bit older. boyfriend!ghost who wears a black leather jacket. boyfriend!ghost who has a bad reputation. boyfriend!ghost who uses you to warm his bed. readers!mama who doesn't trust him. readers! mama who says, "he's only here for one thing," but, so are you. ˙ᵕ˙

"s'too big, si--!! wait!"

simon grips your chin and turns your head to face him, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, thick cock spearing through your slick, gummy walls, his pierced tip nudging your spongey nerves. “you were jus' begging me earlier, hm? does it feel good sweetheart?”

your dripping cunt clings to him, a creamy ring of cum starting to form on his cock. you whine, lips parting and thighs shaking. your voice fails you, his cock bullying your cervix and punching the words from your throat, only a shamefully loud moan escapes your trembling lips.

simon snickers and covers your mouth with his hand. "don' want y'r mum to hear, do we?"

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sagi-tori-ous · 25 days

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Simon Riley aka Ghost has returned home from work— his muscles sore and fingers cramped from the drills he had to teach the subordinates. It's not unusual, more so common than not seeing his position. He was passionate about his job, you could tell the way Simon Riley put his all into it, day in and day out.

Yet, that wasn't the only thing he was passionate about...nor was it the only thing he put his all into.

"f-fuck~" you moan out, hands slipping on the smooth marble counter, fingers scratching at the surface as your pushed forward. An ache settling in your mid abdomen from the counter being pressed against it.

"mhm..." Ghost groans, palming your right ass cheek before delivering a loud smack to it, "just like that," he encourages whilst his hips slam against your backside, slithering the same hand up to encircle your engorged hips, "take it just like that."

The deep velvety tone of his voice does nothing to help the slick trail dampening your inner thighs and lubricating you where you needed it the most.

With each push and pull you could feel the knot in your stomach growing— the pressure building up is unbearable in the best way.

You lean on your pointed toes, driving yourself farther up the counter in an attempt to put some distance between you and the pleasure.

"too much.." You whimper when your stomach starts to cave and your legs start to shake.

Ghost is quick to grab the back of your neck, pulling you back until you settle against his chest.

clicking his tongue, "you were doing so good." You hear him mumble closely to your right ear, lips brushing against your lobe "you want me to stop?" He questions rhetorically, settling into a slower pace.

"No!" You shake your head hastily—you never wanted him to stop—you try to push your pelvis back against his throbbing cock but the hand on your hip halts your movements.

A tremble sets into your body as you feel him pull all the way out until your pussy could only flutter against the tip.

"No?" He questions, circling the hand on the back of your neck to the front, grasping it firmly and angling your face towards his, "but you said too much." He teases, easing only a portion of his cock into your sopping cunt.

A chill slides down your spine at his dark unwavering gaze, "don't stop." You whine, desperation painting your face.

Ghost looks at you expectantly— he wasn't one to give commands to, if you wanted something you had to ask, or beg.

"please!" Your ass impatiently wiggles against his lower half but you couldn't back up enough to get what you craved, "please, I'm sorry! Please don't stop!" You beg him shamelessly, apologizing without reason.

Your body suddenly lurches forward, breath catching in your throat as he impales you with his cock, a groan leaving his lips as your cunt greedily welcomes him back.

"Then stop running."

𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: @deunmiu-dessie (I'm taking my ass to sleep friend but I owed you🩵)

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫/𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫: @cafekitsune @pwixi

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simonrillleyyysss · 5 months

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hii! i remember a while ago you wrote a little thing with simon x reader! it was when he found out she had a little teddy with tactical gear like simons on and he said something funny like “do you ever hump it?” and shes like “ewww no!” now im wondering how he would react if he did catch her doing that🤭 would you maybe write something like that?! i loveee ur writing btw!🫶

OHH! THE THRILL HE WOULD GET!! and tysm 🤲💞

the house was quiet as you ground along the stuffed bears fur, whining and softly gasping beneath your breath—nails digging into the aged wood of the headboard; pillows stuffed behind it to silence the creaking!!

you were so horny, n’ simon was busy filing paperwork downstairs—so your next best option? simon bear! your slick cunt rubbing against the soft plush of the teddy, orgasm bearing before the door creaked open, simon peering at you.

‘i knew it.’

‘wait—siiimmonnn!’

you were so humiliated!! lifting yourself from the bear—only to be shoved down onto the bed as he spat on your bare skin, squishing your cheeks together softly, looking down at your dumb; dolllike expression!!

‘ya’ could just use me to get off.’

‘i did—the bears you—‘

‘my thigh.’

took you a moment to process it—but before long you were grinding against his clothed thigh, his grey joggers wet with your arousal, soft begs and moans coming from your mouth, his mouth latched onto ur pretty tit<33

‘don’t need no stupid bear.’

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yrsdf · 11 months

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{AGE GAP: simon!30-40- reader!20 MDNI}

|tags: innocent!reader, dominant!simon|

BEGINNING SUMMARY

you came back home from college for the summer, you walk in the door to see your parents sitting at the dinner table with a man, he was wearing a balaclava with a skull attached to it, you noticed his broad appearance, the tattoos on his forearms and his thick british accent, his back faced you and your father called you over.

“Honey bun!! Oh welcome home sweetie!”

Your mother stood walking up to you, she engulfed you in a hug and you nearly melted, the scent of your home comforted your senses and you hugged her back, your items dropped to your side, you only had two bags, you were never a HUGE packer.

“God mom… you have no idea how amazing it is to be back, i mean it”

She sighed and nodded, she backed up and rubbed your arm in a comforting manner, you didn't even realize your dad had followed her and he opened his arms, his bear hugs were the ones you loved the most, he squoze you with brute strength making you giggle.

“Ohhh look at my ladybug! You're so grown up.”

He let go and you noticed the skull man's eyes boring into you he stood walking up to you three, he stood his height was towering, your father laughed

“Oh yea! Sorry hun, that's simon.. Me and your mum are leaving town for a bit for a small getaway, he offered to watch the house!”

You raised an eyebrow

“Dad.? I'm 20…? I can definitely watch the house on my own.”

Before you could continue to protest simons overbearing figure reached a handout to you and offered a handshake, even though that intimidating demeanor he held, you took his hand, his calloused rough hands tickled your hand making you shiver, he shook it softly before letting go of your hand.

“I know I know.. But you're still my little girl, I'd be a bad dad if I didn't make sure you were safe! The cars are already packed and we just want you to know we are a call away.”

They said their bye and gave hugs and kisses, before slipping out of the door and shutting it, you turnt to look at simon his eyes were cold and dark, but not in a mean or hateful way, more of in a flat expression type of way he speaks, tone deep and rough his accent rolls nicely off his tongue.

“Well, i suppose i didn't quite introduce myself..Im simon as your father said, since im the one in charge ill set some ground rules, no staying out late be home by 9:00, make sure i know when any friends come over, and lastly, be in bed by 10:00…”

Your mouth fell wide open in shock, so yea you assumed he would be maybe a little laid back or cool but definitely not, you scoffed and rolled your eyes before grabbing your bags storming up the stairs and into your room slamming your door, he didn't necessarily care if you were upset by his ground rules, simply he sat on the couch in your living room propping is feet up on your coffee table and watched tv.

{a few days pass}

It was about 4 am, simon was dead asleep on the couch downstairs and you snuck your boyfriend into your room, he fell on the floor and you shushed him giggling, your boyfriend kissed you, and pushed you onto the bed and he sloppily made way with you, he struggled undressing you and himself, he was in his boxers, and you were in your bra and panties, you heard simons boots from downstairs and you hurried your boyfriend into the closet before quickly throwing on an oversized shirt, the door swung open and you were standing there awkwardly, he knew something was up.

“Heard some stuff knockin around up here…”

his eyes looked at the close on the floor and you internally face palmed, then to your surprise he began searching your room, he stopped at the closet, and he opened it your boyfriend looked terrified.simon grabbed the boy by his shoulder and pulled him out of the closet throwing him to the floor

“Now what the hell did I tell you?”

His voice was raised and demanding as his eyes dug into your soul, you mouth dry and speechless as he looked now to your sobbing boyfriend you scoffed

“Seriously Anthony…? Seriously, you're crying.”

You said with a aggravated tone simon laughed ever so slightly

“Y’know love, if you wanted a good time you could have picked anything other than this slag…”

He looked at the boy

“Now leave this fucking house you twat”

The boy scrammed running out, leaving his clothes and dignity behind and Simon looked at you, you looked at him and you looked disappointed in yourself and he sighed walking up to you, he caressed your chin and had you look up at him.

“Has he ever pleased you love..?”

You shook your head no, and you kept eye contact with him, he nodded leading you to your bed, he had you sit on it as he crouched in front of you.

“Then how bout you let me take care of you hm..?”

You thought about it, and soon you nodded once again, he lifted your legs to hang over his shoulders, he lifted his mask above his mouth and kept your legs parted with his hands that were now gripping the plush of your thighs, his breath fanned on your sensitive clit before he began to eat you alive, Your fingers are tangling in his hair, pulling and tugging at the roots until he lets out a low groan.at this exact moment nothing more matters to him than to have you cumming all over his tongue over and over, sweet juices coating every inch of his mouth until it’s all he can taste

His movements continue on for a few more minutes.

“simon..,”

you whimper, and your core tightens as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“C-Can’t take much more… Gonna—fuck—gonna cum”

simon's hips buck against the mattress to their own will, and his eyes pierce through your skull as he chases the stimulation against his neglected cock. He's desperate, starving, driven with the need to hear you cry out his name until your voice becomes hoarse. He can’t stop, not now, not when your thighs are shaking around his head and his tongue is swirling around your clit. his dick aches and leaks, he thinks he might be close to, he is sure of it when he throbs in his boxers at the sound of your whimpers.

Your juices are coating his tongue with the sweetest taste and his ears are ringing with your pleas, but he isn't even satisfied yet.

“Hmmm love…?” he mutters against your cunt, his lips ghosting over your throbbing clit and tongue flicking against it. “You want more?”

He buries his face between your legs, feels your body convulse and your mouth let out soft whimpers.he can hear a low rumble in the back of his skull and feels a fire ignite in his guts and his teeth are nipping at your thigh and his mouth his slick with your juices, tears streaming down your face .

“That's it, doll..,”

he coos down at you, his tongue running laps around your sore clip until you're seeing stars burst behind your eyes.

“Show me how good I make you feel. Go on, keep crying, you dirty slut…, let me see your tears”

You came undone on his tongue, your body jolting and convulsing with each stroke of his tongue, he bit into your thigh leaving a bruising tooth mark as he kissed it, he had to leave his mark somehow? He leaned his head against your inner thigh and admired how peaceful our sleeping body was, proud of how he was the one that caused this.

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #yrsdf fic #ghost smut #ghost mw2 #innocence #innocent!reader #dom!simon #mdni banners #smut #not safe fw #no minors allowed #minors dni #mdni #minors do not interact

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pricescancerstickk · 7 months

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Task Force 141 + Graves x Ballerina! Reader

Price - Adores the dresses and shoes that you wear whenever doing ballet. The way you spin and the dress flows behind you, It’s absolutely adorable to him. The way your feet moved around the floor and your body spun around was so graceful. Like a beautiful swan. You always stuck out to him though. So innocent and pure was another trait he absolutely loved about you!

Soap - At first, Soap wouldn’t be the type of guy to really be interested into these sorts of things. (I’m guessing like the others?), But when you came to him the first day and he drove you to practice. He obliged because he just couldn’t resist how happy and bright you seemed about this idea. You seemed fond of it. Eventually he started coming to your practice to watch you, even if you didn’t notice. He would probably sneak taking a few pictures. To remember such a cute moment

Gaz - Is a total sweetheart on this. Supportive on the idea, whenever you felt insecure about doing it he’d encourage you like the best boyfriend ever, But he was surprised knowing you were into these kinds of things. But nonetheless. It was cute, He grown fond of it aswell after seeing you practice the first few days of ballet. Sometimes you’d fall over and his heart would sink, He’d make sure if you were okay, He didn’t mind if you were a bit clumsy but sometimes he’d feel guilty if you got hurt.

Ghost - Wasn’t exactly the type of guy to like such things, He thought it was girly and feminine, the first time you ran up to him and asked about doing ballet. Even asking if he could watch you, He’d probably be a bit confused about why you wanted to do this but nonetheless he’d come along aswell to watch you practice. But eventually he’d come to like it. Just like you do

Graves - I’m not even sure if he’d wanna let you go to ballet in the first place. He’s so used to staying with you all the time I’d doubt your gonna get one step outside the house without him trying to convince you to stay. If you lose this little fight good luck trying to get out of the cuddles. But if you win, He’d hesitate but let you go to ballet practice. He’s clingy at times, But whenever you came home from practice very happy and bright. Hearing you rant to him all the things you learned and how fond and fun it is for you. He’d be more than happy to hear.

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #mw2 call of duty #phillip graves x reader #simon ghost riley #captain john price #johnny soap mctavish x reader #gaz x reader #mw2 x reader #Simon ghost Riley x reader #Simon Riley x reader #graves x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #innocent reader

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thefoxinyourforest · 26 days

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No thoughts, only bad back Afab!reader and undeniable breeding kink Yandere husband. Nono hold on here me out here getting into an argument when he said he wanted to start and family, and you’re immediately defensive like “I already have a shit back, it’s sore after laying down on the bed for two seconds, now imagine me swollen ass belly complaining about it every two seconds cause a living thing inside me is breaking my back, not to mention my tits getting sore because they’re producing goddamn milk.” And the husbands all like, yeah mhm. And you’re like “you didn’t hear anything i just said beside swollen belly and My tits producing, did you?’ ”mhm.” ”you’re hard right now aren’t you?” ”mhm.” ”ffs.” (no i didn’t base this off of me and my sore back, what are you on about?)

#Also didn’t definitely think of the husband being Simon ghost Riley #no sir #not me #i’m innocent #i’ve never done a thing wrong in my life #Shut up #yandere thoughts #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yanblr #yandere #yandere writing #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #simon ghost riley x reader #shh #don’t mind that tag

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 2 months

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The “Ghost puts you in a headlock during sex” propaganda is getting to me

#I swear to fuck #do not preach your #“ooooh Simon is a sweet innocent angel with sex trauma he would like nothing but missionary and words of affirmation”#Shit in my inbox #I don’t care what you think is out of character stop telling me you don’t like it and just move on with your day #ghost speaks #cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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miniwheat77 · 1 year

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You know for someone who was groomed in high school, I sure do like age gap fics 🤣

#innocent!reader #call of duty mw2 #soap mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #captain john price #price mw2 #alejandro mw2 #captain price #johnny soap mactavish #mw2 smut #crybaby!reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson

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ghostlywhiskey · 8 months

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something about knight simon & princess reader feeds my soul. i fear i will be dabbling in this idea.

my brain eating this up for real.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley cod #ghost x reader #he would so taint her innocence r u kidding

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golden-rats · 1 year

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Fall of a sinner

Aaaaahh finally got around to finish this. I am not entirely satisfied but my brain can't sit on this any longer. So take what you get my heathens.

Secondo having a little degradation kink.

Pairing: Secondo x GN!Reader

Words: 2.7k

Rating: Mature, so MDNI

Tags: Praise and degradation, handjob, teasing

You can also read it on AO3 here

Secondo only trusted you with this secret. Never really saying it out loud.

But you know.

You know by the way he slithers into your room at the dead of night.

You know by the way his gaze gets sheepish if it lingers on you for too long.

How he lets you touch him, caress his cheeks while your mouth spills words that make his legs tremble.

His cheeks under the paint burning red from the heat rising from the pit of his stomach. He's an open book to you. Spreading his pages just like his legs.

You're the only person to know and it's clear he'd raise hell if that ever got out. The punishment you place on him would be a walk in the park to how he'd shred you and your life to pieces.

But that's the exciting part, no?

"...I was good today."

Looking up from the book you were reading before bed, you saw a tall, dark figure looming in the doorway. Closing the door quietly behind him. His pace fast, coming over with long steps.

"And who are you to decide that?" You didn't sound very impressed with his claim. Turning your page. It was all part of the game. Part of something dangerous.

"How can I convince you then, amore?"

With a sigh you closed your book. Crossing your legs as you eyed the moody scary Papa. He didn't look so scary anymore. Not with the way he stood there, weight shifting from one foot to the other. Embarrassment written on his face.

"You really need my help for everything? Asking instead of trying. And what happens when I tell you? Will you follow order, be a good boy with it and expect a reward?" You could hear his breath hitch. Before getting shallow. Stepping closer to the armchair you've been sitting in.

"Or will you use it to tease and make a scene as bratty bottom just to get a reaction? Proving all you are is a sub who needs some manners taught? Enjoying it. The attention. The thrill. Chasing these fun little meetings." Lifting one hand, you signaled Secondo to close the distance between you. Which he willingly did. He came to a halt right in front of you.

Grabbing the fabric of his robe. Getting your grasp on his collar as he bent down. Staring into his mismatched eyes, mercilessly.

"Mhm getting excited, are we? Bet your mind is running with all sorts of things I could ask of you to prove how good of a boy you are…" One thumb trailing over his lips, smearing the paint slightly. You leaned your head to the side, giving him some time and the opportunity to answer. He swallowed. Eyes closed. It still wasn't easy for him to let go like that.

"Do you get aroused? Nervous? I'd really like to know what it is you'd expect from me. And how willing you'd be to fulfill. With how much resistance. Debating which side of yourself you want to show now." Your tone got quiet, alluring. Placing your hand on his chest. That's when he looked back at you. Getting hungry.

"The brat that thinks they could really dom one day? For the right person? Be fully in charge and have someone on their knees obeying your every command? Hungry for attention, not necessarily affection. Just knowing you see them." And with those words you pushed him. He stumbled as you got up. Falling backwards, landing right at your feet.

You stepped over him. Feet placed left and right from his waist on the ground. Looking down on your Papa. In more than one way. His robe was thin, showing the outlines of a bulge beginning to form. Soon you'd have him right where you wanted.

"Or will you fall back into the you that thoroughly enjoys it all. Having the status as toy. Still earning respect and getting adored. Being so fun to play with. To care for." He tried to push himself up on his elbows and forearms. Getting a better look at you. Awaiting your next action. And it followed almost immediately.

With a swift kick you shoved his arm away, making him fall back once more. Sinking down you hovered over him. Crouching. Seeing his chest rise and fall rapidly, shallow. You licked your lips.

"Let me know how I can provide for your needs. I'll be good and gentle. Unless you want me not to, which will suit me much, much better…" Running both your hands over his body. Feeling the delicate embroidery on silk fabric. The combination of green and black always suited him. It was your favorite look on Secondo. Too bad part of it will be ruined shortly. Or so you hoped, if he really was that perfect boy.

He let out a shaking breath before talking. His voice low and raspy. "Use me."

Even if you wanted to, you just couldn't stop the grin on your lips beginning to spread. The air was filled with an electric energy. "Just how I like it. And it doesn't take much effort to play by the rules, right? You sometimes play smug and hard to get. Trying to be witty. But you're not as good at this game as you might think you are, Papa~"

You're chuckling as he bucks his hips. Brushing against your butt. He's getting impatient. And big. Growling under his breath. His eyes searching your face, gazing down your body.

"While it is true you're entertaining…" Your hands that wandered over his chest now came to a hold near his throat.

"You're also just giving me right what I want. In the end it all comes down to the same result. Whichever way you see it, pleasure is what awaits… You just earn it differently."

Bending down you pecked a kiss on his lips. Whispering against them.

"Sometimes I even see you as reward. What it does to my ego to know you sit there, staring at my lips and waiting to hear these words. To know you're waiting for me to give you more. To know I'm someone who can rile you up. This is my high I'm chasing right now."

Leaning in, hesitantly at first, your lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. The taste of whiskey still lingered on his lips. You felt his arms rising to wrap around your waist. Fingers trailing along your spine. Goosebumps rolling over your whole body.

Being so near, his scent fills your senses. The leather from his gloves, it got stronger the more he wandered up your back. He wore cologne. You were sure it was expensive and well picked out. He took his time so it would match his preferences. It was strong but not uncomfortable. It mixed well with the faint scent of incense his robe carried. Sandalwood. It was very pleasing.

Almost addicting. You came back from your thoughts and broke the kiss. Straightening your posture and now kneeling completely. Sitting on his lap. Which greeted you with a hard on.

"Mhm I see~ What more do you want? I want to hear it from you. Speak up. You know how to talk, right? What do you want me to do. Lay out your thoughts for me. Let me poison your mind."

All the while you were speaking, your hips started to circle. You knew exactly what you were doing. Feeling two strong hands on your hips. Gripping them. A low moan hanging in the air.

"Tell me how much you like the way I treat you. The things I make you do. Make you think about."

The silk rustled between your bodies. You felt his cock twitch beneath you.

"I want it. I want all of it. I love it. How you treat me, how you can make me obey so easily. Probably more than I should. I even like that you remind me of the shameful things I've done. How flustered I get."

Secondo tried to move his hips on his own, grinding against you. But a hand around his throat signaled him it was a bad idea. He didn't have the right to act upon his wishes. Not now.

"What do you feel shame for? It's not like your existence isn't already shameful enough. There's nothing I wouldn't expect of you. You're desperate. A whore. Doing anything for just some attention. You have no right to feel ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of because you are nothing. The things I make you do are for my pleasure."

"Tesoro…" The next thing he felt was the lack of air. You squeezed his neck just ever so slightly. Enough for him to notice. To whimper.

"You say it's shameful? You say I should feel shame for the things I enjoy? Watching you, hearing you talk about the filthy tasks you do. That's my pleasure. And nothing you should feel shame for!" Release. A gasp. His nails digging into your skin, through your clothes.

It was almost amusing how he searched for words. Trying to phrase them right. Was it to earn pleasure or punishment? You were never too sure regarding your Papa.

"Shame for being so desperate. I don’t even think in the moment. I just do whatever I do, without even looking further. Because you ask me to. It reminds me of how low I am. But I like the feeling. Am I even allowed to like it?"

He keeps crawling back to you. It's delightful. You saw him on his hands and knees. You saw him in a collar. You watched as he filled his own desires. Jerking off as you observed. Knowing how low he'd dive for you. No, not necessarily you. Just this… situation. Whatever it was that you had going on.

"I allow you to…" Sometimes it was hard to deny what you really saw in him. And how much you needed him as he needed you.

The kiss that followed next was passionate, almost feverish, as if you had been waiting for this moment for a long time. As you kissed, both hands moved in a slow dance, exploring each other's bodies and discovering new sensations. His moans and gasps filled the room, echoing off the walls.

He started grinding against you even more. You had to put a stop to this before it got out of hand, it wasn't time for his reward yet. And you couldn't let him have the upper hand.

"Now now, what's the rush? Calm down and tell me what you want… And be a little more quiet, someone might hear you~ We don't want that, right?"

His movements came instantly to a halt. Averting his gaze for just a few seconds. Mumbling as he tried to steady his voice. Sounding serious all of a sudden.

"You're the only one that gets to see this side of me. And you very well know that. I would never purposefully attract any attention from outsiders."

"The only one? Then I'll make sure it stays that way. That those wishes and wants that come straight out your whore mouth will be for me only. I want to drag you to lows and places you didn't dream of before. Make you explore and realize how rewarding a life on your knees will be. I'll kiss you with soft feathers while the impact of my whip like words is yet to come. You'll ask and beg, whether it be for more or to finally give you release. You're at my hands mercy. Choking out your desires. Utilizing them for your benefit... Or mine."

Your words were accompanied by hungry hands. Releasing his throat you wandered down. Over his chest. His broad build, not exactly muscular. Secondo had curves and something to dig your fingers into. You've seen his bare skin before. Decorated with fine dark hair, just like his arms. You could feel the tension beneath your touch. The movement between his legs.

"I'm yours to please, cuore mio. Make me forget who I am for just a while. I am no Papa under you. I am no more than a dog. That's how low I'd sink for you." The rasp in his voice increasingly turned you on. The needy undertone.

"Mhm I get the thrill my little fucktoy. Maybe you do need a collar. A nice and tight one. With some functions I could control. Wouldn't that be nice? I'd love to see you writhe and whimper being with your brothers, at a ceremony, with the ghouls. Feeling soft pricks of electricity or vibrations sinking into your skin. I'd have my name engraved on one side and dog on the other. Since you clearly don't even deserve a name."

You smiled, he didn't. His eyes widening. Curiosity, excitement sparking in them. The possibility of getting caught. Of someone to find out.

"You're going to ruin me. I curse at how much I enjoy that thought. You truly must have put a spell on me- A-Ahh.." Throwing back his head he couldn't stifle a moan as you shifted your weight and sat right on top of his boner. It must be leaking at this point.

"My spit on the ground has more worth than you'll ever get to experience, slut. You can be happy I agreed to this." Squeezing his tits you drew more lovely sounds from his lips.

Pathetic. The way he presented himself. Needy. Desperate. So out of character for the stoic old man. But then again, it was all a facade. Of course he needed to unwind in some way or another.

Secondo behaved, you had to give him credit for that. Adding more attention to his bottom half, rolling your hips.

"My my, you're so close already and I barely touched you. Did you try and get off by yourself earlier? Is that why you came to me?"

His lips parted but no words began to form. Applying pressure to his cock he moaned once more. Sharply inhaling.

"Touch yourself."

"What?"

Swatting his hands from your body you got up. Stepping over him and back to your chair. Sinking into it and staying silent for a few heartbeats.

"You started this alone so you will end this alone. Come on now, I want to see you pant and writhe under your own touch. Can you do that for me?"

All you got was a nod. Again he steadied himself, remaining on the floor, leaning on one arm while his other trailed to his hot core. The bulge was undeniable at this point. A small wet spot already formed.

"Leave your clothes on. I won't risk getting your disgusting cum over my floor. You will get nice and clean later."

The thought of him sneaking around the abbey in dirty underwear was rewarding.

Secondo stroked his dick, trying to somehow wrap his hand around, pumping it. His eyes drifting towards yours, holding the stare. Panting. And you? You did nothing but sit and watch. He wasn't worthy of your effort.

"Hah… You're so good to me.. Look at what you make nhhng me do.."

It didn't take long for him to fasten his pace. Getting erratic. Breath quickening together with his pulse.

"Can I-"

"Yes you can come. You asked so nicely~"

In a disappointingly short amount of time he finished. Sloppy last thrusts into his hand. Growling as he hunted for just a bit more friction. Your room filled with his cries, as if he had forgotten other people lived near.

His mismatched eyes fluttered close. Concentrating on catching his breath. To come down from his high. The ecstasy your meetings brought him. But no, you didn't give him the time he needed. He had to collect himself and get out.

"What a perfect little toy you are. You're so good for me. Look at you all spent and filthy."

Your Papa sat up properly. For the last time this night you walked back over to him. Patting his cheek and placing a kiss on his forehead. He deserved affection.

He was your good boy after all.

Huge thanks to @applesauceandpeanutbutter for giving me inspiration to start this 💚

#Maybe I just wanted to see my man on his knees #no beta we die like our innocence #the band ghost #ghost #ghost fanfic #secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo #papa emeritus ii x reader #rat writes

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 6 months

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hi sweetie! <3 i was wondering if i can request some fluff (maybe with a smut in the end it’s up to you) with ghost and innocent!girly!reader where ghost got all overprotective over her when some guy is harassing her and she got really scared and anxious? feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like writing this! have a wonderful day, sweetheart ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

hi angel!! i hope you enjoy! <3 i didn’t add smut at the end it kinda got more serious i hope that’s okay!!! <33

(sorry if this is bad i wrote it in class KANDK)

(unmasked! ghost)

(this is kinda an au! type of thing so most everything is completely inaccurate to COD)

warnings: blood, slight violence, reader is shorter than ghost, reader is lifted up by ghost, innocent!reader, slightly dark!ghost, possessiveness, size difference (i pinned ghost as 6’6 hehe woops), tattooed!ghost (U WILL NEVER STOP ME)

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ghost has always been overprotective of you, ever since the day you two met—not just when u guys started dating.

his hands always find their place on ur body, making it known to everybody you were his and only his-and he was yours and wholly only yours.

so when u two went out with price and the rest of the team to a busy bar out in the city, ghost’s hands never once left your body.

even when u two were sat next to each other at the booth, his bulky arm stayed draped over ur shoulder, ur hand fiddling with his big tattooed one as he gave dirty looks to any man that dared to look in your direction.

everything was going smoothly until your small voice made his ears perk— “gotta go to the bathroom, be right back..”

you began to part from ghost’s grasp before he caught ur small hand in his. “do ya need me to go with ya?”

u giggled, blushing slightly. “simon, i don’t need ur help going pee!—ill be right back.”

ghost wasn’t always one for extreme PDA, but he could see the hungry looks of the men at the bar staring at you. and he didn’t like that. not one bit. before u could escape, he adjusted his grip on ur hand to on ur forearm, pulling u towards him as he kissed u possessively.

he heard ur small, surprised yelp as his soft —but bitten lips moved over yours, his tongue beginning to slip into ur silky mouth before u pulled away—face burning of shyness as soap and price looked away, a small smile playing on their lips out of amusement from ur embarrassment and ghost’s act possessiveness.

“love you.” simons gruff voice spoke; a slightly smug smirk playing on his pink lips.

“i love you too.” you spoke quietly biting ur lower lip as butterflies fluttered in ur tummy.

simon watched as u walked away, ur short skirt swaying as u stepped through the crowd.

“obsessed much?” soap chuckled, and price laughed with him.

“yes.” ghost replied shortly, taking a sip of his whiskey and setting it next to your strawberry daiquiri, cool water droplets beading off of ur drink.

three minutes passed and ghost started to feel unease settling in his gut.

turns out, his gut was right to feel that nagging way.

“stop!” through the music and loud chatter of people, he could hear your small voice shout. his heart dropped, and he immediately peeled through the crowd, his height making it easy for him to see over everyone’s head.

a thin man with blonde hair groped at ur body from outside the restroom door of the bar.

“jus-“ the man laughed sickeningly, grabbing ur breast as u tried to squirm away from him, tears streaming down your face. “stop movin’, baby, just wanna feel you.. bet ur nice and tight.” he smacked ur butt, cries escaping ur throat as u tried to gasp for simon’s name but nothing came out of your mouth as u shut ur eyes tightly. maybe this was a dream—maybe the man would go away—just maybe.

ghost’s body filled with an unimaginable amount of rage, and from the corner of the room, konig (who was drinking and leaning against a wall chatting up an older woman), confusedly looked at simon as the wall blocked his view of you.

he knew that deadly look in his friend’s eyes when he saw it.

shit.

loud thunks of simon’s combat boots pounded on the ground as he ripped the disgusting man off of you, his height towering over the man.

he could see the way you cried, eyes shut and whimpering as you choked on your sobs.

“hey!” the man shouted, right before ghost smacked his head into the wall; ghost’s fists colliding with the man’s face.

anger crawled throughout his body as he almost went on autopilot, the man’s face bloody and battered as simon repeatedly punched him.

punch, punch, punch—

“ghost!” price barked, trying to pry simon off of the man. “ he’s done, ghost. enough!”

your eyes peeled open as you cried, gasping as you saw the mess of a face of the man that assaulted you. his nose crooked as it took konig, price, soap, and gaz to pull simon off of the limp man.

the bar was quiet besides the music and ur little cries. blood splotched simon’s knuckles as he breathed heavily.

the man on the ground groaned, and simon almost broke through the grasp of his team behind him before the cloud of anger subsided when he heard your small, “s-simon.”

stepping on the man’s leg, simon’s large, bruised hands cupped your face, your eyes glossy with tears.

“cmon.” he spoke gruffly, holding you against him as you both made your way out of the bar to the back alley where it was quiet.

“i-“ you choked on a sob as ghost pulled you to him, his large frame dwarfing yours as he shushed you, kissing the top of your head.

“no one’s gonna hurt you like that again. i would’ve killed him—“ his accent was thick as his grip on you tightened. he took a deep breath.

you sniffled into his warm chest, ur arms wrapped around him tightly.

“are you okay?” he asked after a moment of listening to your small weeping cries.

you nodded. “‘m okay now, just scary ‘s all..” you hiccuped, and simon easily picked you up to be closer to you. you nestled your face into his neck, his large hand rubbing along your back.

“i should’ve been there.” he spoke quietly.

you sniffled, pulling away from his neck to look at him. “you didn’t know, ‘s okay.”

simon didn’t say anything, he just adjusted you in his grip and wiped the tears from your face gently with his calloused thumb.

you kissed his lips gently, giggling when he sucked on your lower lip tenderly.

simon’s body warmed at the sound.

he always knew immediately when he met you that he would kill for you.

and this night just proved that further.

he would do anything for you.

anything.

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deunmiu-dessie · 27 days

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older boyfriend!simon who's been pulling out to finish on your thighs since you've started dating. older boyfriend!simon who can't help but want to cum inside of you, especially when your cute little pussy clenches around his cock so greedily. older boyfriend!simon who moans when you cream around the base of him, whining and shaking. older boyfriend!simon who presses a sloppy kiss to your puffy lips when you beg for him to fill you up dazedly, with tear-stained cheeks. older boyfriend!simon who finally gives in. "wan' me t'a stuff y'r pretty pussy with my cum, hm?" ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 9

Summary: tornado season

Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: tornado, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pull out, blood, breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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“Cole!” His mother pulls into his little driveway, her face filled with worry as she walks up his steps. “Cole! You need to get to the house.”

“Why?” He steps out onto the porch, and the wind was already changing. It was too calm in the Hollar. The birds weren’t flitting around in the sun. The temperature had gotten colder, and there was a darkness looming in the distance.

“There’s a tornado warning. Come to the house and get in the…where are you going?” Cole bolts to his truck. His body on autopilot, “Cole Riggan Turner! Get your ass up to the house.”

“I can’t. She…she’s alone. I gotta get to her, she doesn’t like storms,” Rachel wants to be mad at her son as he quickly backs up, and heads towards your house, but there was a sweetness in the way he didn’t hesitate to make sure you were okay. She didn’t care what her son said, he was very much in love, no matter how much he might try to deny it.

She stomps up his steps, and closes up the door, hoping that this tiny little house would be okay in the storm. No matter, she needed to get back home, and get her husband in the basement, and pray for safety. Smiling despite the seriousness, because her forever bachelor son had fallen for a local girl. One that would have to deal with some explaining when your parents returned, but she hoped that Alan could look past everything, because Cole really was trying to be a gentleman.

Dust stirs up in your driveway as you try and pull everything into the house and garage. Rocking chairs were already indoors, and now you were working on the plants. Closing up the shutters, you scream out Loretta’s name that was too busy putting the cows up. Looking down the driveway you see that bright red truck, and want to jump in his arms.

He yells at Loretta as well, and that goofy dog finally listens, and she runs up to the house. Hail starts pounding onto anything not covered, but he still waits until Loretta walks through the open door. Circling around her bed, before laying down. “Bee, you got food and water? Gotta basement?”

“Yeah,” you answer quickly, grabbing up a basket of a few more snacks and jars of peanut butter and honey. “There’s a kitchen downstairs. Generator, too. Cole, what’re you doing here?”

“I couldn’t leave you here alone. I’m gonna wait out this storm with you,” he places a hand on your hip, kissing your forehead softly when the sirens start. Your body starts trembling, and Loretta violently starts barking. “Bee, I’m right here. Show me the basement. I’ll grab her bed.”

You walk towards the basement, and he urges you down the stairs. Locking the door before following you, and he lays Loretta’s bed beside the fireplace. “It’s nice down here,” he mumbles as you put the basket on the bar. “Are there beds, or are we sleeping on the couch?”

“There’s a bedroom,” he walks closer to you, trying to get you to focus on him, instead of the storm sirens that are much more distant now that you were in the basement. “Thank you. I hate storms.”

“I know. You told me. I couldn’t leave you alone, Bee. I think you’re stuck with me now.”

“I think I can live with that,” you whisper. He pulls you into him, and starts swaying the two of you back and forth. Giving him a smile, you settle your cheek against his chest. Focusing on the steady beating of his heart. Practically clinging to his shoulder as you dance around. “Cole, this isn’t helping me block out those sirens.”

“What would help?”

You lift off him, giving Cole a sweet smile. It was a risk, but one you were okay with taking. There wasn’t anything that could hold the two of you back. You had continued to ask him to fuck you, and every time he had refused. He wanted your first time to be a bit more special. Wanted an actual bed, and there was one, “Kiss me,” you smirk, and he leans down, capturing your lips with his own.

Pushing him back onto the couch, you sink over him. Letting his hands roam where they will. Going from firmly holding your hips to sliding up your body, fondling your breasts, and you start grinding on him. His hardening cock was right at your covered core. Wearing no more than a dress and panties, you felt everything. Reaching down, you remove the dress. Letting the thin cotton glide over your sticky skin, Cole stops his motions to stare at your body. Starting to shake his head no.

“Cole, stop it. Just go with the flow,” his eyes flick down to your tits, before back up to your face. The noisy wails of the siren become a distant sound as he leans forward. Cupping your breast while he sucks on your nipple.

You reach down to his shirt, and greedily pull it off. Your fingers tickle over his arms as you outline the hills and valleys of his muscles. Cole’s mouth moves back up your body, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck. Not even caring if he left any marks, tonight you would fully be his. In every way, shape, and form. And he didn’t care who knew. Didn’t care if preacher Bill or Hal saw those bruises made by his mouth.

Gripping at your ass, he stands. Your legs wrap around him, and you know that he could feel how hot you were. Just how needy you were for his touch, “Bee which one is the bedroom?” He says on your neck. Every vibrate of his voice on your heated skin was going right to your core.

“Second. Second door on the right,” your voice hiccups. Looking directly at him, he gives you a nod.

“I gotta make sure my girl isn’t scared. Do you hear the sirens?” You didn’t even hear the wind whipping around, or branches falling off the trees. Didn’t notice the power flashing. The only thing you saw at this moment was Cole Turner.

He lays you down on the bed, and sits on his heels. You nervously try to figure out if you want to keep your legs spread, or close them. You were soaked. He couldn’t stop looking at the dark wet spot on your panties, and even how you swished your legs closed before spreading them back wide. His fingers slowly pull apart his belt and pants, and you move to cover your tits, “You want to show me all of you, Bumblebee?” Biting at your lip, you lift your ass, shimmying out of your panties.

“Keep your legs spread,” he moans, leaning down to spread apart your lips, staring at your tight little hole that he had spent the better half of a week stretching out with his fingers. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and sticking his tongue out flat, he licks up your slit. Just like fucking honey. You had the sweetest taste, and he was absolutely addicted to it.

Your slick was coating your thighs, making every part of your nether regions glisten in the faint light, “Cole,” you desperately whisper, and his eyes move up to yours, “I wanna feel you in me. Not your fingers either. Please?”

It takes everything in him to get fully naked. Pulling off his pants and underwear, before he was back over you, “You wanna see?” He asks, rubbing his tip up and down your folds. Coating his thick member in your arousal, and you shake your head no. “Why?”

“I just wanna watch you. I know…that it’s gonna…it’s gonna sting, but just keep going. I’ll get used to it. But I wanna see your face. You said you’ve never had a virgin?” He chuckles, shaking his head no, “Then I get to have one of your firsts.”

That wasn’t all that you had, that was a first. You already owned his heart, and that was without a doubt a first. You had his time, and that wasn’t something he gave away freely. You had him falling asleep thinking about your smile, taste, and scent. You had his future, because he couldn’t see a life without you in it.

You give him a nod of your head, and his spongy tip pushes through your entrance. Seething, you grip to his arms. Your eyes intently on his as his eyes turn completely black with lust. His pupils blown wide with his complete adoration of you. He wants to feel every inch of your walls. Could almost blow his load upon contact because your virginal cunt was squeezing him so tight. Your walls melted onto him, and he doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep. Leaving you gasping for air, those sweet little strangled sounds are a mix of pleasure and pain.

You whimper out his name, grabbing at his back, and your eyes go misty. Once the tear breaches the edge, Cole kisses them away, repeating how he was sorry, “No, god, no. Cole…it’s…you’re…Cole?”

“Breathe, baby, breathe. I’m right here. You okay?” You nod your head quickly. The grip on his back turns to rub over those broad shoulders. He was yours fully. His pulse was racing and you could feel it deep in your core, but you couldn’t breathe. “Bee, relax. You…you’ve got me in a chokehold anyways, but every time you tense up, baby, I can’t even move.”

“I’m sorry,” his hands push your legs further apart, pressing your upper thighs into the bed, and keep you spread wide. “Fuck. That better?”

“Y-y-yeah. Cole aren’t you supposed to move?”

“Yeah, I’m just letting you get comfortable,” he chuckles, looking deep into your eyes. This was the perfect distraction. You were either ignoring or blocking out the crackling thunder outside. He pulls himself out of your tunnel slowly. Dragging himself completely out of your warmth, and you plead for him to enter back into you. Whimpering at the loss of him, and even push on his back to go back to your warmth. He pushes in with much more need, causing your back to arch up, bringing you closer to him. Sounds that you didn’t know were possible echoing off your lips. “How was that?”

“Keep going,” you beg, and Cole thrusts into you. “Yeah,” you urge him. It was happening too fast. A tightness in your tummy starts to build, and you will it away. You wanted Cole like this for the rest of the night. “Yeah.”

“Bee, darling, let go. I feel you trying to hold off on that orgasm. Trust me, you can cum as many times as you like.”

“I don’t want to right now,” your brows furrow as you look up at him, but your walls don’t stop. They constrict around him, and he gulps, trying to push his own orgasm aside. “Can we do it again?”

“I’m not gonna stop making love with you,” a desperate mewl spews out of your mouth, and your walls clench down so tight. Holding him in place as you convulse around him. Wrapping his cock in your warmth. Coming over his girthy shaft felt so much better than his fingers. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop. I want that again.”

“Fuck, I’m trying. One more time like that, and I’m a goner. I’ll have to wake you up later, just to fuck you again.”

“Can I be on top next time?” There was nothing more that he wanted than to see you take him fully. Having gravity make you take even more of him. Watching as you try and figure out how to move in a way that feels good, while he takes in every bit of you. Let’s you discover yourself in him inside of you in a different way. “Cole, go harder.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Hurt me,” that look. That pouting face looks up at him, giving him a nod. “I give you permission to hurt me. It won’t hurt for too long. Just don’t leave me.”

“I won’t. I’m staying right here, Bee, “ he slides his hands down your arms, before slamming them above your head. Weaving his fingers into yours, and he ruts into you with a fiery need. His hips roll him into you. And no amount of your pitiful whimpers, and strangled breaths were stopping him. Even the tears that pour out of your eyes as you try to scream his name. It hurt so good. A bit less painful now. The stinging was almost completely gone, but he was still there. Stretching you out deliciously.

His body laid over top of you, while you just take every pounding thrust. Your jaw slack, and unable to make any coherent sentence. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as another orgasm builds up. Cole goes even harder, and the dam breaks. A flood of your juices, coats his cock, and he only drives harder. You choke out his name, and grit your teeth. You were amazing. In this moment, you were existing only for both of your pleasures.

Your nails dig into his hands, while his movements become sloppy. He grunts out some in coherent sentences, cussing when pulls out, and spurts his seed on your mound. You throw your head back panting. His cum starts oozing down your slit, and Cole has a strong desire to push it into you with his fingers. He had never let things get that close. Had never wanted to watch and see what would happen with his spunk. But here he now was with the most devious thoughts in his mind.

You sit up a bit, grimacing as you move, and a drip of his spend goes right in between your lips. He finally looks away as you stare at his cock, “What is that?”

“Blood.”

“Oh, god,” you get sick to your stomach, looking down to see the mess between your thighs. “Why?”

“Probably because those muscles were stretched, and they took a bit of a beating. Is there a bathroom?”

“First door. I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Your hand cups your mound and you wince, and he tries not to moan at the thought of your hand touching his mess. Spreading his spunk all through your folds.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Bee, baby, that’s nothing. I kinda figured it would happen. Let me…I’ll be right back,” you bite at your lip, pulling your hand up to look at his and your cum mixed with your blood on it. “Bee,” he says softly, holding a warm washcloth. “Let me see, baby. Let me clean you up.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“This is sexy,” he gulps, wiping you clean, finishing with wiping at your hand. “This means that you are mine. No one else can ever have that moment, but me. This is normal.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No. I’m actually quite turned on, and if you keep looking down at your cunt, I’m going to need to fuck you again. And I know you need some rest. C’mere,” he starts pulling down the covers, and crawls into the bed. With a smile, you go over to his side, and he wraps you up in his arms. Your back presses firmly on his front, and you’re not sure why, but you pull his hand that was around your waist down to your mound.

“What’re you doing?”

“I like the way you feel there,” you yawn, your head growing heavier on the pillow. “It is yours now.”

“Bee?”

“Hmm?” The storm was still raging outside, but you were content just like this.

Cole takes a deep breath, not quite ready to say what he was feeling. It was too soon after sex, and he didn’t want you to get confused. “You want to wake up with my fingers inside of you?”

“Mhmm. Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“This is going to be a, I’m not spending another night without you, thing.”

You smile as you start to drift to sleep, mumbling something that he didn’t quite catch, but he had an idea. He was going to wait until you were more coherent though. And maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he could have sworn you had uttered I love you to him. He hopes you did. He hopes that you were feeling everything that he was, because he couldn’t deny it anymore. You had in fact captured him. He was already seeing a future with you. Thinking about ideas of a bigger house, because he wanted to fill it up with little baby bees.

He gives you a kiss on your shoulder as the door squeaks open. Loretta drags her bed into the bedroom, before she plops down. This was the most comforting feeling he had ever felt. He didn’t know what was going on outside of this house or this room. What he did know was that you were asleep in his arms. You had given yourself to him, and he knew that without a doubt, he was falling in love with you more and more every day. And he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Innocent!Niece claiming Grey Ghost, A shy niece with a shy dragon. it’s fate

ahhh those wild dragons are something else (I’m more of a Cannibal girlie) BUT LOVE THIS, it’s HC !!!

#grey ghost #Aemond targaryen x niece!innocent!reader #Aegon ii targaryen x niece!innocent!reader

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shaguro · 30 days

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⤿ synposis: you can't ever leave the house without giving toji a kiss good-bye.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: fluff fluff fluff. (toji x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names used ( girl, baby, doll) toji's just in love idk. i wrote the majority of this at like 1 am nd barely proofread!!) wc ⇀ around 0.7k!

"girl", toji drawls, cerulean orbs trained on your figure by the front door. he’s manspread on your living room sofa, sitcom on the tv screen long forgotten as he turns his body around, all his attention on you and only you. “aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”

“hmm? what are you talking about, baby?” you keep your head low while you fumble with your stilettos, a hand on the wall for balance as you finally slip it onto your stocking-clad foot, the last step before you head out for your shift, the sun just peeking over the horizon.

of course, you know exactly what toji’s talking about. it doesn’t matter where you’re going or whether you’ll be back in ten minutes or a few hours, whether he’s in deep sleep or in the middle of an intense workout session — toji expects a kiss good-bye before you leave the apartment you share. he’s real strict about it too, he doesn’t accept any excuses, no if’s, an’s or buts.

does knowing all this stop you from testing the dark-haired man? absolutely not.

“i packed my work-bag last night and i have the car keys right here, looks like i’ve got-“

“now you know that’s not what i’m talkin’ about,” toji deadpans, completely unamused. barely keeping up the act, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. “don’t play dumb with me, baby.”

you do just that — tilt your head all cute and innocent as you furrow your brows, crossing your arms against your blouse. “i’m being serious though! i dont know what you’re talking about, i swear.”

“girl, please.” toji scoffs, scarred lip almost turned in a scowl. he’s always so sassy when you start to annoy him. “ya really stress me out, y’know that?” in a quick motion, he stands up, stretching out his long arms before he turns to face you. “you don’t know, huh? c’mere and let me remind you, then.”

toji’s tilts his head down. with low eyes and a coy smirk on his handsome face, he beckons you close with a single finger.

you can’t hide your smile now, it spreads ear to ear as you bounce over to him, the click clacking of your heels resounding on the hardwood floor until you reach the plush carpet where toji stood. he wastes no time, cupping his hands on the globes of your ass and tugs your body flush against his. toji’s so warm — he’s shirtless and all his sculpted muscles are on display, flexing when your cold hands glide across his pecs to snake around his neck.

toji leans down and his plump pink lips meet your glossed ones, the strawberry-flavored gloss sat sweet on his tastebuds but he prefers your taste instead, sliding his tongue through your slightly-parted lips with hopes to satisfy his glutinous craving and he’s not disappointed when your tongues mingle. “mm.” never tired of that saccharine taste, toji grunts into your mouth, taking his time kissing you — oddly soft and gentle.

toji pulls away and your lips part, only separated by a string of sticky saliva before he goes back in, giving you one, two, three quick pecks before he’s had his fill.

soft pants fill the air as toji holds you close, foreheads touching. “that jog your memory?”

toji rolls his eyes when you hum happy ‘mmhm!’ in response, hands rubbing on his broad shoulders, your fingertips ghosting the sharp line of his jaw. “you’re a pain in my ass…” he huffs, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his annoyed expression, unable to contain it anymore. it’s just so adorable — an infectious melody that toji prays he’ll continue to hear, for many years to come.

“lucky y’er so fuckin’ pretty . . next time i won’t go so easy on ya.” as if to seal the promise, he lands a heavy smack! on your ass. “toji!” you squeal out, the force of it propels you forward, temple thumping on his toned chest.

it was his turn to chuckle now, soothing the blow with a gentle rub of his palm prior to kissing the crown of your head. “now that i got my kisses . . s’time for you to head out, doll. don’t wanna be late again, hm?”

i'm finally back after disappearing for like a thousand years yayyy (don't beat me up yall pls)

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