#meanie!simon Riley

[faeridollz]

Imagine Ghost chases reader through the woods as 'tracking practice'? 🤭

Cw; mentions of sex, mentions of marking, chased reader, mentions of noncon/dubcom.

A/n; AGHHH Ofc nonnie !!! (Thanks to @cafekitsune for dividers! ((Maybe I should just credit cafekitsune on my pinned thingy)) ) people call you love for a nickname btw

Paring; ghost x reader Ft price!

ˏ ˋ°•*⁀➷ “BRO I AM NOT DOING THAT WTH.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at price. “C’mon love, it’s jus’ up tha mountain. It’s not tha’ bad.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Not only are you scared of ghost, but he’s always giving you that silent death glare. And now, at 5 in the fucking morning, your captain wants you to help ghost with his tracking skills. “So you do it! Or get soap or something! Ghost doesn’t even like me!! And it’s dark as shit outside how am I supposed to navigate through that mountain!?” You argue. “You can get a week-long leave. Is that better?” You can tell he’s starting to get frustrated.

You don’t want to make price mad. He has a lot to deal with as it is. But damn! You’re uneasy when it comes to ghost and now you’re supposed to have him track you on a mountain, in the dark, alone.? “Fine..” you grit your teeth, practically fuming as you exit his office.

You shrink a bit at ghost’s rough gaze, price next to you. “Okay lovie, you’re gonna get a five-minute head start on tha mountain. Then ghost is gonna go in and search f’ya. Understood?” Price hums, watching you nod. When he starts the timer you run straight into the trees, trying to at least get far enough into the mountain to where ghost can’t get you. But when that five minutes is beyond over, and you step on a thin branch, you hear it. His heavy boots quickly navigated through the crunchy leaves and the way his rough voice called into the radio. “Target spotted.” You almost squeal as you rush through the forest, adrenaline pumping through your supple body.

Then you fucking trip, right over an exposed tree root. A choked shriek leaving your plush lips as you tumbled down a small hill, hiccuping and teary eyed as you looked behind yourself to see Simon. He looks a bit disappointed as you try and stand up, probably to run again. “stay down.” He growled, putting a foot on your back and forcing you back down, getting on top of you and taking a fistful of your hair. “G-ghost.” You hic. “Pathetic.” He whispers, taking his phone to take a photo of you. (Ghost face style) Sending it to price with the message ‘target down.’ “H-hey.. you got me so l-let me go!” You try to squirm, but he’s way too heavy. “I think you need to be taught a lesson on how to be quiet huh love?” He chuckled.

It hurts and feels so good at the same time. He was way too big to fit but he just forced his way into your tight little cunny. You try and quiet down your moans but he’s just going too fast for you to not make some noise. What are you gonna tell Price when you come back to him so late? How is he gonna feel when he sees all the pretty marks ghost assaulted your skin with? :(

#cod smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #meanie!simon Riley #bunny!reader #faeridollz #faeridollz asks!!

[soap-ify]

Totally get if you don't want to but I'd love some Simon stuff involving tickling 😖

HELLO! sorry this took a bit long and is so short :( my writer's slump is ending me. also i didn't know if you wanted fluff or smut so i just did this. (just fluff with a suggestive ending)

simon was literally ruthless when it came to tickling you.

one could say that he was somewhat to the sound of your laughter, and god, he hated whenever you’d try to not be too loud. do you not see how it's the best sound ever? he’d rather listen to you laugh than listen to some shitty song! it was his little mission all the time to hear you genuinely laugh and see you smile everyday.

and how that’s how you found yourself squirming and laughing on your bed with simon hovering on top of you, his fingers fastly tickling your tummy and sides.

“s-simon, sto—” your words were constantly cut off by your giggles, your cheeks all heated up while tears were forming in your eyes.

“never.” he snickered, his brown eyes fondly looking at the way you were all breathless — a sweet laughing mess just for him. he knew if he were to somehow die right now, he’d die happy.

he slowly shifted down a bit and lifted your shirt up slightly, nuzzling his face against your soft bellow before placing his mouth there, beginning to blow raspberries that set you into a fit of laughter, legs kicking in the air while your hands tried to push his face off your poor belly that was being tickled mercilessly.

“tickles too much, si!”

after a few seconds, he finally let you go even if it was a bit reluctantly, sitting up straight in front of you, his callused hands gently caressing the trembling muscles of your arms as you panted and tried to catch your breath, glazed eyes looking over at him, a pout soon adorning your lips.

“you’re so mean, si.”

“you know you love it.” he huffed playfully, the sight of your chest rising and falling while you breathed heavily, all because of him, made him feel warm inside in a little twisted way, his lips soon twitching up as he leaned forward, hands moving to grab your hips gently.

“ready for round two?”

#he'd be such a meanie when it comes to tickles you better run away #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #cod fluff #call of duty #rurufic #ruru mail

[enarien]

when post has:

Ghost 😁

Soap 😃

Price 😂

König 😘

Horangi 😆

Keegan 😉

Roach 😊

Alejadro 😋

Rudy 😍

... but no Gaz

#people who exclude gaz are meanies! #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #konig #horangi #keegan p russ #gary roach sanderson #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #cod #call of duty #en

[simonssniper]

ghost that has his leaking cock underneath ur soaking panties, sliding through the sloppy lips of your weeping pussy as punishment for disobeying him. Only focusing on his pleasure as you beg for him to stick it in and fuck you to oblivion :(, but he doesn't care. Dark eyes taking in your pitiful state. Your tears and pathetic mewls only fueling him to move faster, even slapping your sloppy cunt for good measure as you cry out to make sure you learn your lesson. And he's loving every second of it. He makes sure to angle your head down as he spills his sticky load all over your weeping cunt and soiled underwear. Cuz bad girls don't deserve to be stuffed full ;(

#ghost #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #ghost x you #simon drabble #ghost imagine #he’s such a meanie #❥sage;writes🍰💒!

[whatev-i-guess]

Zombie Apocalypse #2

Soap: I would let you eat my brain as a zombie.

Ghost: You dont have to be scared that any zombie would come for your brain.

Soap: What?

Ghost: Assumption confirmed.

#ghost is a meanie #soap mctavish #ghost simon riley #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #call of duty #cod #cod mw2

[youronlydarlin]

warning: Horny Simon ig, your kitty kat coded on this one, there's smut at the end btw

M' thinkin bout a Simon Riley who's darling has cat mannerisms.

Simon's always found it ironic how you claim to be a dog person. Even going as far as to owning one while literally being the physically embodiment of a cat.

He thinks it's cute though, how you just plop yourself on his lap like it's yours it is. Stroking his pretty baby's back, amused at your satisfied moans. Other things he's observed about you were probably your lack of energy on almost everything. You'd rather sleep the day away, your eyes, down turned n' half lidded even as you convince him that your not tired.

Your feisty too, you like to bite. Giving him the most nonchalant look on the planet as if you hadn't just bit his bicep for no apparent reason. All in all, he appreciates how chill you are with most things. Hell, he doesn't even know if you give a shit about anything that goes around you, as long as it doesn't disturb your peace.

Simon calls you his, pretty kitty. Bratty to everyone, but not as much with him. But he's gotta admit how hot it is seeing you pliant, n' submissive.

"T'aww... pretty kitty. Y' lost all your bite, n'd your bark.." he laughs at you cause he's a meanie like that. Big arms wrapped around your neck as he fucks you in a headlock, all cause you got the zoomies. By zoomies I mean you got incredibly horny, n decided to suck his dick while he was asleep. S' not your fault he was hard >:(

He'll switch positions eventually, flipping you on your back, n' he's bullying his massive cock in you not a moment later. Puts you in a mating press cause he likes how you claw at his back when he drills himself in so deep, that he sees the outline of it in your stomach. Your sharp nails drawing thin red lines on Simon's back, and it fucks him up, reduced to just babbling "yea–yes. Jus' like that kitty. Jus' like that......mark me up. Fffuck.."

a/n: I was in a somewhat lazy mood when I wrote this, so meh. N e ways, hope u enjoyed this darlings! Take care of yourself always!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

#cod x reader #cod imagine #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader smut #Ghost x reader #ghost x reader #x gn reader #x female reader #x male reader

[starryylies]

Hi!🩷 I don't know if you're taking requests right now (I apologize if you're not) but I was wondering if you haven't already how would Simon react with a gentle s/o? Thank you so much for you're time have a wonderful day/night!!^~^🩷🩷🩷

Simon Riley with a gentle s/o

Aww Hii! No my reqs are open I’m just responding really slow cuz the new sem has started now so wooh. Thank you so much for the ask btw, I love it

ꕤ Simon who notices the way you fondle with the fabric of your dress when you’re concentrating on something, your soft hands stretching the material. In his eyes you look so sexy

ꕤ Simon who loves the way your soft voice whimpers his name while he’s on top of you thrusting each inch into your soft gummy walls

ꕤ Simon who loves the way you act around others, so kind and sweet always lending out a hand.

ꕤ Simon who believes you’re a fallen angel because of how pure and kind your soul is despite facing hardships.

ꕤ Simon who’s a complete contrast of your nature. You a gentle, sweet and helpful person while he’s a grumpy, meanie and lowkey can be an ass person .

ꕤ Simon who notices how hard it is for you to stand on for yourself so he starts helping you gain confidence so you can put your foot down.

ꕤ Simon who thinks you’re the epitome of angelic because of the way you present yourself and act.

ꕤ Simon who gets thinks you’re a lot like fluttershy (cuz u watch mlp with him)

ꕤ Simon who can’t always abide by your gentle nature especially when you’re underneath him, roughly fucking you into the mattress till the only word you remember is his name.

ꕤ Simon despite being such a rough and tough guy in bed always makes sure to treat you gently after you both are done.

#ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #simon riley #simon x reader #ghost simon riley #simon fluff #call of duty simon #simon riley call of duty #cod simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley fluff #cod simon riley #simon riley smut #simon smut #ghost #cod simon ghost riley #domestic ghost #ghost smut #ghost x you #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #cod mw3 #cod #tf141 #tf 141 x reader

[redeyerhaenyra]

NSFW CODMW2 VISUALS

Notes: These links are NOT strictly pertaining to what the people in the videos look like! It's about what they do or say, however I try to be as inclusive as I can :) enjoy!

Simon Riley

Simon manhandling you 🤤

...need I say more

NEED I SAY MOOORREE!!!!

Simon but specifically 09' Simon

Johnny Mactavish

Soap 🍒

Soap n you in the car

Desperate boy 🧼

When he's overexcited

Kyle Garrick

Meanie Gaz

Meanie Gaz!!!

Teasing u

Titty fucking n Kyle 🫠

Jonathan Price

Price being tender 😇

The way he looks at u 💗

Making you fuck yourself back on his cock :(

After you teach him what a nude is he sends u this :P

#smut #cod mw2 x reader #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #codmw2 smut #ghost cod #ghost smut #ghost x reader #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz smut #kyle garrick headcanon #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #captain price #captain price x reader #john price x reader #captain price smut #john price smut

[ghosts-cyphera]

Bloodied Bullets, Soft Confessions

╰﹒ the reader gets hurt on a mission-gone-south, and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is not having it.

content/warnings: mentions of blood and injuries; slight arguing and ghost being a bit of a meanie—all for a good reason; hurt/comfort; gn!reader; wc 1.8k

a/n: thank you so, so incredibly much for the love and support for my previous story! I was nervous to post it, so the warm welcome meant the world to me. I hope you enjoy this one too. ♡

“Take off your vest and jacket.”

Had it been under any other circumstances, the sheer dominance in Ghost’s voice would have left you weak in the knees. It would have made your breathing catch in your throat, and your head spin: your forehead to glisten with sweat, and your teeth to close around your bottom lip.

You did all the things listed above, but it wasn't because of the depth of his voice. Right now, as you cursed under your breath, your panting, sweating, and cursing were brought on not by Ghost, but by the excruciating pain on your shoulder.

“Sarge, take off your fucking jacket.”

He dropped to his knees on the dusty floor of the dim shack, his fingers fumbling for his med kit. For nearly a year you had known the man, yet not once had you seen his hands shaking.

Not until now.

“For fuck’s sake, sergeant. Do not make me pull fucking rank here. Jacket off, and sit your ass on the fucking couch.”

Like from a snap of a band, you seemed to stumble back into reality. Your senses sharpening, you rushed into action—shaky curses passing your lips, as your fingers worked on your buckles and zippers.

Jesus fuck, did it hurt, yet suddenly—for a fleeting moment—you nearly forgot all about your pain.

Because on your jacket, you only saw one hole.

A single hole.

“Ghost?” 

“Sit down, sarge.”

“There’s no—,” you hated the way that your voice cracked. The way that your eyes searched for his, as the fear settled into your chest. “There’s no exit wound.”

“I know. I need to dig out the bullet,” he nodded his head, his voice strained. “But I can’t fucking do that if you keep standing over there, now can I?”

Fucking hell.

Swallowing, you forced your feet to carry you onto the dusty old couch, the springs creaking as you did.

“If I fall through this fucking couch, I’m blaming you.”

“If you had listened to my fucking orders—“ He left his sentence hanging, as his fingers moved to investigate the wound on your shoulder. “Can you fucking stay still?”

“I didn’t move.”

“You’re shaking.”

“I was fucking shot, Ghost.” Your words, despite being laced with a touch of annoyance, were spoken as a breathless laugh. “I can’t fucking help—“ Your eyes squeezed shut, as he rested the palms of his hands around the wound and pressed down. “Fucking hell—“

“Bite down ‘em moans, love.” His brows were furrowed with his concentration. “I see the fucker.”

“Intact?”

“Can’t tell.”

Fuck.

“Pass me 'em tweezers.”

With quivering hands, you did as you were told. “First time fishing out a bullet?”

“Not even damn close.”

“So why are your hands shaking?”

From your words, he paused: his gaze meeting yours for only the briefest moment, as he spoke. “I’m your only fucking chance at getting this bullet out fast enough to avoid infection, so how ‘bout you keep your mouth shut and let me focus?”

With an arched brow, you nipped your bottom lip between your teeth—only to bite down, hard, as he dipped in the tweezers.

“Jesus—“

“I know, darlin’.” His voice was deep, as his other hand moved to massage your shoulder. “Just breathe for me, yeah? In and out.”

Your chest was rising and falling with your heavy breaths, yet his hand on your shoulder helped.

His voice and the familiar depth of it were grounding.

“Keep talking,” you managed, brows knitted. “Please.”

“I don’t—“

“Tell me a stupid joke, or—or fucking yell at me for not listening to your orders. Whatever gets you talking.”

“Fine.” Ghost cursed under his breath, as his fingers kept on working on your shoulder. “So there's Bob, yeah?"

“Who the fuck is Bob?”

“Just—fucking listen. Bob hasn't got any arms.”

“What happened to his arms?”

“Sarge.”

“Sorry.”

“Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Not Bob.”

"I—" Your laugh was breathless, as you shook your head. “I sort of wish you had yelled at me instead. That was the worst fucking knock knock joke I’ve heard since—“

“Yeah, well. It was long enough to keep you distracted.” He lifted up the tweezers, between which a small bullet glimmered in the dim light of the shack. “Intact.”

“Fucking hell,” you breathed out, as he dropped the bullet on your open palm. “I’m so keeping this as a trophy.”

“It wasn’t your fucking first one, was it?”

You arched a brow with a warm laugh, fingers now playing with the bloodied piece of metal. “I guess I’d been lucky so far.”

“Doubt luck had much to do with it.” Though his eyes did not meet yours—he was busy looking for a gauze to bandage you with—you could hear the touch of annoyance in his voice.

You had fucked up. 

“Look, Lt.—“

“I gave you a simple fucking order to fall back.”

“Ghost, I—“

“A fucking rookie would understand what it means when their superior tells them to fall the fuck back.” His fingers kept fumbling with the med-kit, despite the gauze being right beside his hand.

He couldn’t even look at you, could he? 

“I’m sorry.”

“Why the fuck did you not fall back?”

His gaze avoiding yours had been hard to handle, yet as he lifted his head and his eyes met yours, the anger, and frustration, and goddamn desperation in them was like a dagger through your heart.

“Because there were too fucking many of them, Ghost.” Your brows knitted, as you shook your head with your frustration. “Because if I hadn’t stayed, you would have been the one to take a fucking bullet for some simple goddamn A-to-B mission.”

“As your superior, it is my fucking job to evaluate the situation, sergeant.” His voice was laced with the same frustration that played in your voice. “The last fucking place I wanted you to be was—“

“Beside you, when everything went south? There were fucking six of them in full riot gear and a basket full of grenades as if they were goddamn apples. There was no fucking way you were going to walk out of there without—“

Without getting hurt. 

“Why the fuck do you think I wanted you gone?”

So that you would be safe.

So that one of you would live.

“You knew we wouldn’t make it,” you managed, your voice cracking with your realization. 

“I knew one of us could.”

Fucking—

“Asshole.”

Ghost snapped his gaze up, his brows furrowed. “Wanna fucking repeat that, sarge?”

“I called you an asshole. I—” You shook your head, frustrated, as an unbelieved laugh bubbled from your lips. “Let me get this straight. This entire time you were mad at me because I took a fucking bullet saving your ass when you were planning on doing the same for me? Do you fucking—do you hear yourself talk?”

“That’s not the fucking—“

“So me refusing to leave the side of someone I care about is the biggest goddamn crime out there, but you expected me to just—what?—continue my life out there after losing you like nothing fucking happened? Like the person I love didn’t just fucking die protecting me?”

“It was you or me, sarge. It was—“ He paused. 

A second passed, followed by another.

And that—that’s when it hit you.

You let it slip, didn't you?

He blinked. “What did you just—“

“Don’t,” you managed, your eyes blinking shut as your breath clung to your throat. “Ghost. Don’t.”

“Repeat what you said, sergeant.”

“No.”

“That’s a fucking order, sarge.”

With a deep breath, you spoke. “I asked you if you expected me to continue my life as if the person I loved didn’t just die—“

“Protecting you.”

Fucking hell.

“Did you mean it?”

“Ghost—“

“Answer my fucking question.”

“Yes.”

Even with your eyes remaining closed, you could hear the deep breath that passed his lips. 

“Fucking hell, love.”

“Can we just forget I—” You shook your head. “We could just forget.”

“Yeah.” You could hear the way he swallowed, thick, as he shifted on the floor of the shed of which silence was suddenly deafening. And then, he continued. "Yeah. Or we could just fucking stop pretending like this hasn't been—" He blew out a deep breath. "It's been fucking months, love. We could forget, or we could just fucking stop pretending like we didn't have it in for each other from the first goddamn moment you walked in. Like it hasn't been months of wanting to—"

Kiss him.

Touch him.

Scream the three little words at him.

And despite the spinning of your head, your chuckle was warm as it passed your lips. "Well, I'm not sure I'd go as far as to say I had it in for you from the moment I saw you. It did take somewhere between one to twelve hours for—" 

From the feeling of his hand reaching for your cheek, the words died down on your lips, now slightly parted.

"For—?"

"What?"

"You didn't finish your sentence," he mused. He was closer now, as the back of his hand caressed your skin. Soft and gentle: so at odds with the roughness of his voice, and the size of his hand, slightly calloused. 

So at odds with the way that the two of you had been going for each other's throats for ten months.

So fucking welcome of a change.

"I think I've forgotten what I wanted to say."

"That's a first," he chuckled. "Think I like it more when you talk."

"Think I like it more when you shut the f—," your brows furrowed, as your words were cut off. Yet this time, it was not because you did not know what to say, or because he was too impatient to let you finish. 

This time your words were cut off by Ghost’s lips on yours.

You knew better than to open your eyes, as he moved closer to you. You knew better than to push it, as his fingers closed around your wrist and brought it to the side of his neck.

Permission to touch him. To feel the warmth of his skin against yours, as your lips deepened the kiss. Warm and passionate, driven by months of built-up frustration and yearning, and something so much softer and gentler. 

Something loving.

Something meant to be. 

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley fluff #ghost cod x reader

[under-the-dirt]

phone call.

ok whereever u thought this was going UR WRONG LLLLLLL anyway i’m supposed to be sleeping hut this is more important UGHA im creaming as i write this

taglist: @cloudyeventss

pairing: bf!simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

tags: rough sex, a little dacryphillia, squirting, reader is besties w soap, a little voyeurism, possesive!ghost, male masturbation, aftercare, ghost is a meanie, a little degradation, pet names, feminine pet names, p in v, lmk if i missed anything and UNDER 13 DNI IW ILL CLAW YOUR EYES OUT!!

You texted Johnny a lot, naturally, as he was your best friend. Sometimes you’d sit on FaceTime while doing random activities, cleaning, cooking, watching tv, picking out clothes, cuddling with Simon, etc. You recently decided to set another one of your little longest phone call records, meaning you’d stay on the phone overnight and all throughout the day. You were about 20 hours in, just sitting on your bed, scrolling on your phone as you mumbled to yourself and commented on what Johnny was doing.

“Are you.. folding laundry? Never seen that one before. Do another trick,” You giggle, seeing him throw a shirt at the camera and shaking his head. “Your mohawk needs a trim.”

“Oh shut up, lass,” He sighs, chuckling, finishing his laundry and grabbing his phone as he walks up the stairs and plops down on his bed. You watch him toss his phone down and grab his tv remote, scrolling around whatever streaming service. You giggled as you watched him choose Mean Girls.

“In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year where a girl can dress like a total slut and no one can say anything about it. The hardcore girls just wear lingerie and some form of animal ears. Of course, no one told me about the slut rule,” You recite, and he shushes you with a laugh. “Whatever, I see how it is,” You sigh dramatically, flopping down on your bed with your forearm on your forehead as you pretend to be sad.

“On the phone with Johnny?” A gruff voice asks from the door way of your bedroom, and you nod.

“Say hi to Simon,” You turn to your phone, where you watch the scot turn to the screen and wave whilst trying to cover his screen. “He’s watching Mean Girls,” You giggle.

“A fantastic choice.” Simon chuckles, climbing into bed beside you and combing his hands through your hair, one hand drifting down to your waist and sliding beneath your shirt as he begins to kiss you gently. You moan softly and he reaches over to click the mute button on your phone before continuing his ministrations. He gently unclips your bra and slides it off, hands cupping your breasts beneath your shirt as he toys with your nipples.

You let out a muted moan, and he chuckles.

“You’re muted, darling,” He coos, climbing on top of you and kissing your neck, sucking small hickeys into your soft skin. You whine softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly slides your shirt off, lips trailing down to your now perky nipples and giving both gentle kisses and sucks as his hands travel down to pull off your underwear.

“S-simon-“ You whimper, he doesn’t pause, just continues pulling your shorts and panties down.

“Wha’ is it?”

“On the phone?” You whisper, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Thought you wanted to set one of your little records, love?”

“Yes but..” You stop as soon as he presses his thumb to your sweet clit, rubbing gently and causing you to moan louder than intended.

“Atta girl,” He chuckles, rubbing small circles on your clit, his other hand reaching up and gently placing his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on. You oblige, obviously, as it was something you loved doing, closing your eyes as you began to lose yourself in the pleasure. He slowly slips a finger into your drenched cunt, gently pushing in and out, listening to the pornographic squelching of your little hole. He curled his fingers at just the right spot, causing you to arch your back and whine around his fingers, begging and babbling for more.

“Such a naughty girl,” He tuts, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and pulling his cock out of the confines of his pants, which were feeling far too tight. He watched you stare with pure admiration at his thick cock, doe eyes studying each vein and staring eagerly at his leaking, flushed tip.

“S-simon please-“ You whine, gripping the sheets tightly. He clicks his tongue, pulling his fingers out of your pulsing pussy and licking them clean before stroking himself to full hardness. He bumped the tip on your swollen clit a couple of times, making you squirm and clench around nothing. You whine, babbling nonsense at him before he shushes you by pushing his cock into your fluttering cunt, taking you by surprise and making you arch your back further at the welcome, overwhelming sensation.

He slowly thrust himself in fully, seating himself deeply against your cervix. He groans as your muscles squeeze around him, trying to milk him before he’s even gotten the chance to move.

“Calm down, love, relax or I won’t be able to move,” He feels you try and relax, before he slowly begins moving in and out, setting a slow, gentle pace which drives you mad. You whine and beg until he’s practically pounding you in the mattress, your heels digging into his lower back as he fucks you deep and hard, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“Such a dirty little thing, moaning for me while on the phone with your best friend? How about we give Johnny a little show, eh?” He chuckles, grabbing your phone and flipping the camera to your face, giving Johnny a quick glimpse of your fucked out expression. He chuckles as he notices Johnny trying to slyly palm himself from the sight, such a pathetic boy. Not as pathetic as you, at least, whining and crying for Simon to cum deep inside you while calling your friend. Simon unmutes the phone, turning the camera to show your naked body, eyes rolled back, skin flushed and nipples pebbled. “Like what you see, Johnny?”

“Very much so. Such a pretty lass, ain’t she?” He replies, very obviously rubbing his dick beneath his pants, letting out soft grunts beneath his breath.

“Just wanted to remind you, she’s mine. Got that, Johnny?” He growls, watching himself pound into you from the phone camera. He mutes the phone again, turning the camera off and tossing it to the side before grabbing your hips and rutting into your g-spot like a dog in heat. He finishes inside you with a guttural groan, watching you squirt down his chest and fall down to the bed with an exasperated sigh, eyes closed and lips parted as you pant.

He stays inside you for a bit, his cock slowly softening, the insides of your thighs all sticky with your mixed releases. He pulls out and gets up, returning with a damp cloth to clean you both up. After, he returns the cloth to the bathroom and tucks you in, holding you to his side as you nuzzle into his chest, all happy tucker into his arm.

-

“Yeah, Simon’s going out to grab me some food. I told him to just order delivery but he’s very stubborn that he wants it fresh and doesn’t trust random people, so he’s going out to get it. He’s so weird, but god is he fuckin’ sexy,” You laugh with Johnny, acting as if the entire thing never happened, as if Johnny had never seen you getting your brains fucked out by your boyfriend, as if you didn’t hear him masturbating to the sight of you, as if he didn’t make a huge mess in his pants because of you.

“Oh- Simon’s back,” You giggle, tossing your phone and hopping up. He hears the muffled conversation between you and your boyfriend, before hearing you return to your room and eat.

He pretended not to hear the sounds of you two making out after eating, the wet noises of you and Simon’s tongue dancing together, the memory of Simon growling that you were his.

If he had to guess, he’d say Simon was doing this to prove his claim on you, to ensure Johnny knew where things stood and who you belonged to. And he understood alright.

OK IDK WHAT POSSESED ME AND MADE ME WRITE THIS BUT GOD FUCKING DAMN IM BRICKED UP RN AUGH YOU CAN BET YOUR SILLY LITTLE ASS IM WONKING MY WILLY SO FUCKING HSRD AUGHSHDHEHEH this was inspired by the fact i’m otp w my friend and jjst imagined a silly little scenario so RAH AUNGH

also i think this is the best fic i’ve written so far like UGHA

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[keigokoutarou]

“Do you like my hips?” Pt. 2

Simon “Ghost” Riley x AFAB!reader

Pt. 1 | Pt. 1.5

We’ve done it. It’s here. I’ll ask for forgiveness now. Please read all the tags!

Warnings: 18+ content, knife play, roughhousing, biting, ghost is kind of a meanie but in a cute way, hot and cold ghost, praise.

8:57 P.M

The clock read. You had checked and re-checked your phone consistently for the the last five minutes.

Ghost’s quarters were only 30 feet away, around the corner and to the left but even hidden from its view, you still felt too close for comfort.

“If I’m early, it’ll back fire.” You groaned. Only a minute had passed but you felt your heart quicken even more.

Honestly, you couldn’t tell if you were excited, nervous or just outright panicking.

8:59 P.M

“Now or never.” You prepped your self, rounding the corner. You took a deep breath, eyeing your destination. However, something made you stop in your tracks.

“What the hell?” You muttered to yourself. When you first arrived, the door was closed and a light was on. Now, it was cracked opened and dark. Only the moonlight gave it life as you approached.

“Ghost?” You called out, peaking your head in. You honestly had forgotten about the events leading up to you even being here, now just feeling overcome with worry and frustration.

You pushed the door open further, letting yourself in to see if he had left for the night to stay off base instead. You noted the lack of bags and how neat the bed looked. It all looked so untouched and that earned a hearty laugh from you.

“I got fucking stood up.” You couldn’t tell if you were laughing in relief or anger now. “That motherfu-“

You found your words being cut short as the door slammed behind you and your chest met the nearest wall. You felt your arms being pulled behind you and pinned to the arch of your back.

It all happened in seconds and now you found yourself stuck, hot puffs of air coming out muffled through fabric.

“What were you about to call me?” His thick accent spoke beside you, pushing his body into yours and forcing the air out of your lungs at the weight.

You let out a breathy giggle. “A motherfucker, Lieutenant.”

You felt him squeeze your arms a little tighter, coaxing a gasp out of you at the delicious pain.

“That’s not going to cut it tonight, Sergeant.” He whispered. “You’re going to have to be kinder than that.”

“And what should I call you?” You teased. “Simon?”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, noting the way he watched your devious smirk form as you spoke.

“Maybe you get off on just being called Ghost.” You wanted to push his buttons the same way he had you pushed against the wall. “That’s why you insist we call you that, isn’t it?”

“Watch it.” He hissed.

“Or what?” Your words were labored at this point from the pressure. “Did I hit a nerve?”

“You like this, huh?” He spoke as you felt him release you suddenly. Taking a few steps back when you turned yourself around and leaned against the wall.

“Like what?” You looked at him straight through your lashes.

“Pissing me off.” He crossed his arms, stepping forward.

“I didn’t know I had such power over you.” You smiled. “How cute.”

You let your head rest against the wall as your chest was falling up and down heavily. You watched the way he studied how your lips parted as you panted.

“Do you dream about me too?” His eyes made their way back to yours.

“Yes.” He answered nonchalantly.

Your eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion before composing yourself again. Your eyes searched his and found nothing but seriousness. There was no hint of play in them like there had been earlier.

You hated the way he could easily steal your power from you.

“What do you dream about?” You words felt breathless now.

Simon looked at you, letting his arms drop back at his sides again. You could tell he was thinking, weighing between options before deciding on one and stepping closer to you.

You watched as he closed you in, his hands on either side of your head and his body pressing closer to yours. You were face to face with his collar bones as his head practically hung over yours.

You looked down toward the floor, hiding your smile and the way your face flushed.

“Want me to tell you?” His words were so close to your ear.

“Or show you?”

Oh, you were in awe. Your chest rose and fell at a rapid pace with excitement.

“Look at me, Sergeant.”

God, he didn’t even need to ask.

You rose your head, coming face to face with him. His vacant eyes searching yours as they met.

“Won’t you take the mask off?” You quipped, trying to deter the situation no matter how closely your thighs were squeezed together now.

“Show my face?” You could her the small smirk on his lips.

“Yes sir.” You looked at him with dreamy eyes.

“Can’t do that.” He shook his head slightly.

“Why not?” You tilted your head to the side, earning a small sigh from him. “Are you ugly?”

“Quite the opposite.”

Fuck.

You cursed yourself mentally after he had rendered you speechless again. Lips parted and panting, you could do nothing at this point. He really had a hold on you.

“You want to see?.” He questioned, somehow getting impossibly closer. “You want to see what’s under my mask, show you my real face?”

Your heart was clawing at it’s cage now. You could feel the outline of his ear pressed almost against your cheek and hear the sound of fabric shuffling slightly filled your senses.

“You want me to show you all of me huh?” His words were clear now and you could almost feel the skin of his lips brushing against you. “To bear it all just like you do in this fucking shirt.”

You tried to look out of the corner of your eye, to catch of a glimpse of the ever elusive Ghost.

“I have half the mind to tear it off ya.” He hissed, leaning closer to block any chance of you seeing even a sliver of his face.

“Then do it.” You let out. “You said you’d punish me right?”

You heard his airy taken aback gasp followed by a heavy sigh against your neck.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucking scared now, Ghost.” You pushed just a little further.

And push harder you did. You felt his lips dance along your neck before biting down harshly.

“Shit.” You hissed at the sudden feeling.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” His mask had fallen back down as he leaned back and met your feral eyes.

“Make me then.” It was so fucking cliche but you wanted him to. You wanted him to make you eat those words.

“You get on my fucking nerves.” He spoke but there was no venom behind his words, no sting, no truth.

The tips of his fingers danced along the strap of your shirt. “Do I now?” You quizzed with a sly smile. “Do you think about how annoying I am? I bet I’m always on your mind.”

“You have no idea.” He mumbled to himself but you still caught it.

He reached in his back pocket, fiddling around before pulling out a shiny blade. The knife flipped open with a satisfying click and he held it to the top of your flimsy tank top.

Your eyes never left his face, not when his eyes dropped to the knife meeting the fabric and slicing through the middle like it was nothing. Your eyes didn’t falter when your shirt piled to either side of you from nothing keeping it together.

“Fuck.” He drew out, shamefully staring at your now bare chest.

“Like what you see?” You smirked.

He looked at you and you watched the thoughts swirl behind his eyes before he spoke again.

“Turn around.” Was all that left his lips.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, surprised by his sudden statement.

“You listening to me, doll?” There was that damned smirk again. “I need you to turn around for me.”

“Why is that?” God, you loved messing with him.

He pulled on the front of your pants, hooking a finger to the inside of them and tugging you off the wall. “Gonna make you mine.”

He spun you around quickly, pinning your bare chest to the wall and holding your hips firmly.

“You ok with that?” He spoke against your ear. “You wanna be mine?

“Want me to claim you?” His fingers started undoing the button on your cargos. “Show you how no one else can satisfy you?”

Your head was whirling. Your eyes closed at his words, drinking them in like a shot of expensive liquor. “All you’ll be able to think about is me. You want that? Huh?” He hissed against your ear as his hands slipped down the front of your pants.

“Gotta talk to me baby.” He cooed as a finger danced along your clothed slit, soaking in just how wet you were. “Need to hear how good you feel.”

He watched the way your lips fell open in the sweetest O shape at him pushing your black thong to the side and sliding his calloused finger across your clit.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucked dumb already.” He chuckled, continuing to rub you.

“Fuck you.” You whined under your breath.

“Mmm.” He mused. “Say it again.”

You sighed at the break from pleasure as his fingers left your clit. You were breathing heavy, head spinning as he slid his index finger inside of you.

“Simon.” You whined, hand wrapping around his wrist as he pumped his finger agonizingly slow.

“Hmm?” He hummed. “Want another? I bet you can take it.”

Your chest was rising and falling faster than before as you dug your nails into the skin of his forearm when he slid his finger out and added another.

“That’s it.” He pushed them into you with a delicious curl. “That’s a good girl.”

“Shit.” You hissed as he pumped harder, making sure his palm bumped against your puffy clit. “Fuck, Simon.”

“You’re close already?” His words filled your thoughts. You nodded dumbly, mouth open and panting.

Heat washed over you, pushing you closer the edge of coming undone for him. Honestly it felt embarrassing how fast he had you melting his just his hands.

You were shameless though. Throwing away any dignity just to chase the high he was about to give you. Just as the cord tightened and your body tensed, he withdrew his hand with an adoring smile hidden under his mask.

“Oh you’re so-“ you struggled to get out. “So fucking cruel.”

The look you gave him over your shoulder was deadly. He was sure he hadn’t seen this look since your first mission together and now being under its scrutiny was damn near bone chilling. Still, he smirked and you knew it from the way his eyes stared down at you.

He didn’t reward you with a snarky comment, instead he was forcing your heavy cargos down past your ass and the black lacy thong you wore went with them.

“Need you to bend over for me.” He voiced as he began undoing his own jeans.

You groaned, shuffling your feet backwards and keeping your chest to the wall.

“That’s it.” He hissed as he began to pump himself slowly. “Atta girl.”

You bit at your lip, holding in the moan when he placed the tip of his heavy cock against your slit and began rubbing up and down before pushing in slowly.

“Atta fucking girl.” He hissed, gripping your ass to spread you open even more.

“Simon.” You whined, “too much.”

“You can do it baby.” He pushed further, splitting you open with a delicious ache. “Relax for me.”

“Ah-“ You hand jolted back, trying to reach his hips and a half hearted attempt to halt his movement.

“That’s it.” He groaned, moving his hips slowly. “So proud of you.” His praise made your cheeks burn.

Simon drew his hips back, brushing against that delicious spot on the way before almost pulling completely out and slamming hard back into you.

“Good.” He growled. “So fucking good.”

His thrusts were relentless. Ensuring you felt every inch of his thick cock when he fucked you. You yelped as the tip brushed against your cervix, earning a hiss from him when you tightened around him. Wet slaps filled the air as he pounded you faster, determined to fill every inch of you that he could.

“You’re mine.” He hissed, leaning forward with his hand around your throat.

He watched the way your mouth hung open but no noise could even leave this sweet lips of yours, not when he fucked you this good.

“Got that?” His other hand reached to the front of you, tugging on your puffy clit. You moaned in response but that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Go on.” He growled in your ear. “Go on. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“Simon-“ You felt like you could cry. “Please-“ Every word was cut short by his thrusts deeper into you. You were so close that it hurt and your mind was racing.

Of course you were his.

“I’m - fuck - I’m yours.” You almost sobbed. “Belong to you.”

He reached for your hands, pulling them behind your back and pinning them against you to use to fuck you harder. He yanked you back on his cock at the same time he thrusted forward too many times to count before the inside of your thighs ran slick and he had you coming undone around him. A few more dizzying pumps and you felt him pull out if you with a moan.

“Fuck.” He mumbled to himself, slipping his free arm around your waist to keep you from falling.

“Did so good for me.” He praised between pants against your shoulder. “Don’t think I’m gonna let you go now.” You smiled, turning your face away from him.

“You belong to me, right?”

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[obsessedduh]

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. —OBSESSED'S MASTERLIST

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

COD — CALL OF DUTY

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

Brat Tamer (fem!reader) —> here

Caught red handed (fem!reader) —> here

Tongue Piercing (fem!reader) —> here

Whiny (fem!reader) —> here

Yandere pt1 (yandere!gn!reader) —> here

Step-brother Simon (dub-con + stepcest + fem!reader) —> here

Yandere pt2 (yandere!gn!reader) —> here

Yandere pt3 (yandere!gn!reader) —> here

Space nerd! (fem!reader) —> here

Zoo worker!! (fem!reader) —> here

Captain John Price:

Sweetheart (fem!reader) —> here

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish:

Messy eater (fem!reader) —> here

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

Chatter box (fem!reader) —> here

Poly!141:

Shhhh (price x fem!reader x ghost) —> here

Overstimulation (price x fem!reader x ghost) —> here

Meanie! (Soap x fem!reader x Ghost) —> here

Daddy issues (task force 141 x fem!reader) —> here

House wife (Soap x fem!reader x Ghost) —> here

Weirdos (Soap x fem!reader x Ghost + stepcest & dubcon) —> here

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ARCANE

Jinx:

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Stalker (dub-con + fem!reader) —> here

Caught (fem!reader) —> here

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Rough sex (fem!reader) —> here

First time (fem!reader) —> here

Jealous much!? (fem!reader) —> here

Over the countertop (fem!reader) —> here

Sevika:

Teaching you a lesson (fem!reader) —> here

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Hobie Brown:

Dick piercing (fem!reader) —> here

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MONSTERS

Coming soon...

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Made — 3/2/2024.

Updated — 24/4/2024

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[heartelysia]

BUNNY READER AND PREDATOR SIMON RILEY OMG??????? 👀

YES!!! omg its been my rotting ny brain and ability to think since like late december last year 😭 lord knows how to make simon soooo hot and suitable for the predator/prey dynamic!!!! im so stuck between Simon being human or a werewolf 😣

human predator simon below

JUST IMAGINE HIS BUFF ARMS WRAP AROUND YOUR TORSO AS YOU TRIED TO RUN AWAY FROM HIM, HIS VOICE GRAVELY AND LOW TO WHISPER EMPTY WORDS TO MAKE YOU OBEY! omg if u were a total brat he would grab your lil floppy bunny ears n tug em back till sweet tears fill your pitiful eyes, if that doesnt make you behave, he'll tug on your sensitive tail like a big meanie!

predator simon is 100% degrading with loving actions ykwim? his touch is so soft and feathery, making sure to only be rough when youve been a bad bunny but his words are so toxic and mean - it makes waterworks prick your honeyed eyes. simon would definitely use his thick calloused hand to pry your cute little jaw open just to spit into your mouth, patting your chin close so you'll swallow and know that your his.

gun play with predator simon is on the table, the barrel of his unloaded handgun pistoning in and out of your glistening pussy as his other hand works on keeping your trembling thighs down against the wooden planks. predator simon is so mean, always teasing you till the edge but never allowing you to cum! he leaves you so desperate and whiny for his sweet cock it almost makes him feel bad. almost.

werewolf predator simon

just the meanest, not a single nice bone in his entire body! maybe expect when hes hungrily lapping up your blood hes drawn from his bites or when hes busy swallowing mouthfuls of your cum. but regardless! hes still a big bully, biting down harshly onto the soft skin of your nape till you thrash and whine at the pain, hammering the thick head of his cock deep into your womb till youre a sobbing braindead mess for him and even simon using his sharp claws to rip through your nice clothes!

werewolf simon is obsessed with your scent and the idea of marking you, even if you two were two entire different species. god, he would take any chance to leave his cum discreetly on your new clothes just so the smell of him wafts around you. his idea of marking you is rather perverted, the idea being his thick sticky cum splayed all over your cute lil face or his crude fantasy of marking you happened to be pounding your little cunny to oblivion in public.

werewolf simon who hates to admit it but loves it so fucking much when you tug on his fluffy tail as you choke and gag on his fat aching cock, his pleasure heightened by tenfold when you softly stroke the base of his tail. simon who's words are so degrading and mean it makes your trembling pussy ache, his actions only back his words up as his calloused palm and fingers show no mercy to your pussy and clit hes bullying. how rude!

#☆.elys ramble #I LOVE YOU GHIST #omg hes so hit #cod smut #ghost smut #simon riley smut

[gh0stswh0re]

"where has your determination gone to, little thing?"

warnings: f! reader, shameless repost, cnc, rough dom, angry sex, heavy language, verbal humiliation, manhandling, fingering, piv, no aftercare, simon's being a big meanie, storyline? what storyline?

word count: 1,3k

a/n: ignore the mid beginning (and middle, and end), changed it back into reader insert cuz i hated it

...

he was a man of determination and sheer willpower, a man with strong morals and one might even dare say simon riley was a bit of a patriot, but dangerous is what he really was – like a predator he moved, like a sickened predator he stalked and watched, like a bloodthirsty predator he hunted down and slaughtered whatever poor bastard was his next set target. he was blind and rabid with rage - a weapon, a machine on the battlefield. with phantoms of war haunting his flesh, scattered across his skin in all shapes and forms – the white line searing deep into his thumb, in particular, caught your attention.

you - the little spoiled rotten princess that was assigned under his supervision, making his day-to-day life miserable and the past few days fucking hell – yeah, that's what he would call it, ''fucking hell'', when after a particularly long, torturous day you'd come around with your usual set of deliberately detailed questions and utterly childish complaints. it's not the type of confession he'd make to any other living soul, but he's never questioned your intelligence – he knew how much twisted joy hid in the tasteless jokes, so out of the goodness of his own rotten heart he warned you – ''one day, birdie, you'll get the chance of coming across some mean motherfuckers, and i won't be there, and this shit-'' his deep voice roughed with the heaving breaths, ''is going to get you killed.'' that was three, maybe four months ago – three, hardly four months before you'd be assigned a task together, one he just couldn't deny.

maybe it was the remote location, or perhaps the complications which occurred on nearly daily basis, you could very well just be feeling a bit under the weather – not following even the simplest orders, talking back, grabbing his prized little possessions only to leave them at the other side of the room, and even going as far as raising your voice at him – the petite, cheeky girl with the golden smile and screams like that of a harpy, ringing in his ears, risking to rupture his eardrums as you spat ugly threats at him.

heavy footsteps quickly closed the distance between the two of you, as the wooden floor quaked underneath his iron-cast weight – the air thinned with his presence approaching you. ''i'd like to see you try, princess-'' strong hands invaded your space, hooking the little pocket knife you always carried around off your belt with absolute ease. ''i'd like to see you fucking try'' clatter of the metal blade hit the tiles of the bathroom floor – one room you tried to hide in, thinking about what you've been told, what he taught you – when an enemy backs you into a corner, you fight back, you claw your way out of it, taking advantage of every damn thing in your surroundings, you – he knew this, he knew it and he's been taunting you – watching you, examing each one of your moves, your anxious gaze scattered all over the room.

the tips of his fingers tenderly caressed your chin, brushing against the warm skin of your flushed cheeks as he cooed at you – whispering, his voice haunting you as he hummed a lustful song, the chorus of desperate heat within him. soft, heated breath washed over the side of your face, as he tapped his thumb over your bottom lip – swollen, bloody with fear – prying open your mouth, "stupid fucking bitch".

leather-bound hands groped your flesh, brushing against the swell of your breast and back up, teasing the sensitive, perky nubs, taking one between two clumsy fingers as he gazed at you with curious eyes. ''naughty little birdie, aren't you?'' forcing a hand between your legs, his gloved palm slid down your thigh, stroking your pulse as rough fingers endowed with perverted curiosity slipped past the fabric of your shorts. three fingers ghosted over the swollen folds of your cunt – wet, soaked with need – as he gathered sweet, sticky arousal on his fingers. two pushing in, as you chewed on the inside of her cheek, nearly drawing blood biting down a whimper, your voice trembling as pain spread through your core, and the vicious sound of his chuckle rang in your ears.

heat rippled over your face as the pad of his finger slid across your stiff clit, cruelly teasing it with a quick swirl as the little knot of pleasure in your belly tightened against your own will. pure bliss fought with the persistence of your pathetic resistance – it turned him on how you cried in despair, made him into a fucking animal, only swiping faster, making the little nub twitch under the lewd movement of his fingers.

fear of him breaking you rushed the adrenaline through your veins, and clouded your mind with frenzy – but he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't break you – he'd only shatter you, devour and waste what was once within you.

he kissed the warm flesh on your neck – chapped lips prying open, the tip of his tongue heated with desire tasting the struggle evident on the hot skin, before he bit down, scarring its delicacy. the grip his hands held on you was sadistic, punishing, nearly crushing your hips. desperation and lust thickened in your throat, breath hitching somewhere in your lungs – you couldn't tell though, your own body betraying you – any words of protest, or perhaps resentment towards your superior, your dear and beloved lieutenant, died on the tip of your tongue. only a faint whisper slipped past your lips – hoarse with the exhaustion from the pathetic cries – as he lowered your limp body onto the ground, the playful fingers still fucking you at a lazy pace.

not only was he utterly intoxicated by your movements, but he's also grown addicted to it – snuffing a grunt, sucking the air in through his teeth as he watched you fuck yourself back into his hand. the obnoxiously loud, hot-headed troublemaker was actually an obedient little whore, completely at his mercy.

both hands encased your hips, as he traced the head of his cock along the edges of you, the heavy tip pressing against the tight entrance of the clenching cunt coated with shimmery, sticky arousal. he shut his eyes closed as his heavy hips thrust in and out of you - every rushed beat of your heart was now pulsating with desperation in your cunt, as you whimpered, cried – more, more, more. swayed, craved – closer, closer, closer.

his hands grabbed at your hips, thighs, ass – his strokes jaunty, clumsy, as one hand sneaked into your hair, roughly pushing your face down until you winced in pain. it seemed like he preferred it this way – balls deep, without the pretend concern. your mind was numb, brain melting – the loud slaps of skin and groans of pleasure filled your ears, consumed your entire being, devoured every last bit of decency you had left. noises – mixtures of pure nonsense drowned in moans gutted through your body, as he grabbed your hand and forced your palm open flat against your lower belly – he was boring into your stomach, ruthless and cruel it made your cunt throb with pleasure, ripping up your spine, tearing through the weary muscles as it set your nerves aflame and whirled your brain with the agonizing need to just fucking cum already.

''where has your determination gone to, little thing? thought you were gonna-'' his violent thrusts spread the clenching walls of your warm cunt each time he slammed his hips into yours, ''mm, slit my throat? isn't that right, you needy-'' a thrust, ''desperate-'' and another, ''whiny-'', and one more ''-slut".

he noticed – your muscles tensed, limbs trembled, as your brain fizzed with the pain overwhelmed by the carnality of the physical pleasure, he knew you were so damn fucking close … so, he stopped. ''think you deserve to cum after what you said to me?'' he slowed down the pace of his brutal fucking, even if it took every last bit of his self-control, ''nah, little birdie, you don't-'' a hand brushed against your lower back, ''this one is all for me'' it was a growl more than it was a sentence, as he fucked his leaky precum into your womb, ''and this one too'' one last thrust before he pulled out heaving, hot cum covering your thighs, dripping onto your worn out cunt.

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Iris

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x unknown! reader [895 Words]

Summary: The truth of Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

WARNINGS: SENSITIVE THEMES // MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL MISUSE // DEATH // ANGST // TRAUMATISED GHOST // DISCRIPTIVE HOSTAGE SITUATION // TORTURE // MENTIONS OF SOAP'S DEATH // YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED // UNEDITED

Iris was her name, or at least that was what Ghost had told everyone. No one knew anything about her or why Ghost never brought her around for the rest of the unit to meet her.

What they didn't know was she didn't exist, not anymore. Ghost had been clinging onto memories that had soon begun to fade into nothing. Iris was no longer and Simon wasn't going to let that happen. If he had to, he would force himself to relive that day all over again.

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It was a hot, humid day. Ghost and the rest of his team had been ordered to take out a potential threat in the heart of Afghanistan. It was supposed to be a quick job. Get in, terminate the threat, get out, go home. But something always had to go tits up.

There were hostages in the building, something the higher ups forgot to mention. Iris was with Ghost that day, helping him evacuate the hostages before proceeding further into the building. Everything was going to plan, until it wasn't. Dust clouded Ghost's vision, bangs and screams flooded his ears. He had reached behind him, trying desperately to find Iris but she wasn't there.

He had been told to evacuate, to come back to base. Of course, the stubborn Soldier didn't want to; not without one of his teammates. Ghost had been forcefully removed from the building and thrown into the Black Hawk, the rest of his unit had to hold him back from jumping out of the helo.

Days had turned into weeks and no one had any new updates about Iris, where she was or if she was even alive. That was until they had gotten an anonymous link from an untraceable email. Like any curious soul, the Captain of Ghost's unit had clicked the link. It was a livestream to a webchat, Iris was bound to a wooden chair; her face beaten in and blood spewing from her mouth.

"You.. cant.. break.. me.." They heard Iris slur, her words sounded like gurgles as she choked on her own blood. Her captor stood in front of the camera, his face was covered by a mask but everyone knew just by the way he tilted his head, he was taunting them.

The livestream continued, Iris endured hours upon hours of torture. Her body bruised and bleeding. She put up a fight, never giving in, no matter how much she wanted to.

"You.. will.. never.. get.. anything.. from.. me.." Iris breathed out, fumbling over her words. Her head fell forward only to be forcefully held up by her hair. An amused, yet annoyed, laugh fell from her captors lips. He had whispered something into her ear, something that had ticked her off. Iris looked over at the camera, tears pricking at the corners of her green eyes.

I'm sorry.. She mouthed to the camera before a loud bang went off. Her head falling forward once more. Blood and brain matter splattered all over the floor and her lap. Her head was lifted up once more, angling it so the camera had a full view of the mess that was once her angelic face. Ghost sat there silently, his jaw was clenched and eyes cold.

He couldn't process what he had just watched. Anger was seething through his veins as he stood up abruptly from the chair he was once sitting in and threw the laptop across the room as he let out a heart wrenching scream. He stormed out the room, ignoring every soldier that passed him, not even sparing them a glance. He was on a rampage.

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A few years had passed since the incident. Ghost had turned to his old friend, Mr. Whiskey, to help sooth the pain but it never did work, did it Simon? He had been transferred to a different unit, Task Force 141. His old Captain thinking it would suit him better, more missions meaning less time to be in his own head.

But that didn't work either. Nothing seemed to work, everything reminded Ghost of Iris. He had gotten close to MacTavish, or Soap if you will, telling him a few little things about Iris when it wasn't hard to even breathe her name. Everything seemed to have gotten better, Ghost had become a Lieutenant and Soap was beside him through everything. Every drunken conversation, every rage filled outburst, every late night chat that would always end in tears.

Soap seemed to help ease the pain a little but even that fell through. When Soap died, Ghost completely broke - seeking comfort in the one friend he knew he'd never lose, Mr. Whiskey. He was discharged from the SAS after being diagnosed with PTSD, his life was never the same; not after losing Iris and Soap, the only people who knew the real him. The only one's who knew the Simon Riley.

The only thing he could seem to remember about her were her eyes, bright green like gems. They were his favourite things about her, the way her eyes would practically light up whenever she saw him or how they would crinkle at the corners when she smiled. God.. he just knew it was probably for the best that she wasn't around when he met Soap, he knew they would've been the death of him if they were together.

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