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You Found a Box!

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Incubus reader with anyone you want oc or cod character

I'm not picky

-💬

CW: Starts out with non-con vibes (kinda), mention of torture

Incubus!Reader who sees Simon "Ghost" Riley in a strip club (the 141 were there for a mission) and thinks "Ah, a military man, he's easy prey." So you follow him from the shadows and sneak onto base because traveling into people's dreams is just so much easier when your bodies are closer together.

And you wait until the dead of night, when he falls asleep. You slip into his dream, wearing the most revealing robe with nothing underneath. You prepare yourself to give him the wettest wet dream ever, only for you to realize that he's having a flashback.

You see flashes of his time with Roba, being tortured. You feel the fear wafting off his dream self in waves, tainting the entire horny vibe that you had going on. He's so deep in the flashback, unaware of your presence.

And your cold, sex-driven heart melts with worry. You've never worried about mortals before, you've always took what you needed from them. But it's not so fun when they're not able to enjoy it themselves.

"Shh," you murmur, quickly using your dream manipulation magic to shift the dream into a better one. You shift the dream until you're both standing on a beach, calming waves pushing and pulling against the shore. "It's okay, you're safe."

Ghost stares up at you in shock, still feeling the fear he had been moments ago. But then he relaxes, realizing he is indeed safe. He doesn't question why you're there, he just runs into your open arms.

You've never comforted someone before, but your arms wrap around him so tightly. You cradle him close to your chest, having switched from the revealing robe to clothes that covered most of your skin. "I'm here, we'll stay here until you feel better."

And so you do stay, you stay in his dreams the entire night. Every time a flashback tries to creep into the sanctuary you created for him, you gently shift the dream back to the beach. You hold Ghost in your arms, his ear pressed against your pec to listen to your heartbeat.

When morning comes and he's about to wake, you leave the dream first. You wake up and you give one last look at Ghost before using the shadows to disappear.

Maybe you'll meet him again, maybe you won't. But you did good, for the first time in the centuries you've lived. And that's given you an odd feeling of power, a stronger power than sex has ever given you.

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[kodiackwrites]

More country music Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

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As I said in my previous post of him, Ghost listens to rock, metal, anything loud to pull him from his thoughts. But the second he’s left those god awful war grounds, Simon Riley is listening to good ol’ country music.

He isn’t very fond of newer country, But there’s the odd hit or two he’ll enjoy.

Because of this, he’s not very fond of listening to the radio since all they play is the top 10 hits of that month on repeat, so he has a 2000’s thick CD case, filled to the brim with anything from George Strait to Eric Church. You’ve grown used to his pattern of getting in, pulling open the centre console, Flipping through the CD collection, some burnt by himself or mates of his, Pulling one out, Starting the truck, One finger still in the disc he selected as he turns the key, the engine lowly rumbling to life, And holding the brake as he pulls whatever disc was left in the stereo out and slipping it into the case, Dropping the new one in and putting the case back.

Sounds like it takes forever, but he’s got it down to a tee, only taking a minute to pull the truck into drive, turn around to face the back of the truck, one arm on the back of your head rest and pulling out of the driveway.

When you first got with him, you tried to convince him to just use Bluetooth, but he argued that “it’s just not the same.”

So despite all his friends telling him to upgrade his 2017 Chevy Silverado, he refuses to. It’s a reliable truck, But it also has a CD player built in, although if he had to get a new truck for whenever reason, he would totally tear out and replace the entire head unit just to have a CD player.

Occasionally, you’d flip through the large case, scanning over his ever growing collection, asking where they’re from or to hear that one next, And he’d certainly let you pick from time to time.

He never played the music very loudly, it was always a comfortable 10-15 volume, With him humming or mumbling along as his long fingers tapped the steering wheel along to the beat of the drums or the melody of the guitar.

(NSFW below the cut)

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He isn’t the biggest fan of playing music during intimacy, he claims it ruins the moment. However he isn’t objected to sliding into the backseat if you were parked in the middle of nowhere and a good song came on.

And he’d certainly pick certain CD’s that are just long enough to drive to your lookout spot and end with just the right mix to make love<3

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This might become a series but idk👍

[a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5]

I plan on expanding on this, I just need to get it out of my system before I forget because I pulled an all-nighter (thank you unidentified sleep issues) on accident and I'm frankly about to pass out

Like many of us, I too have daddy issues and so have latched onto price like many other similar dilf/dilf adjacent characters and so I grew up a people pleaser to make sure I didn't make anyone mad, right?

Imagine being that loyal to price. His obedient little guard dog. You're both fully aware he can take care of himself but you still bite any hand that gets too close to him in a way you don't like. You'd follow his order to the T if it meant you might receive any amount of praise, no matter how small.

He would, of course, notice, but he wouldn't say anything until your obedience gets you hurt. He scolds you, something you always feared. Not from him. Anyone but him raising their voice at you, you'd plead to yourself.

But there's no anger in his eyes. Fuck, he's worried about you. Why do you keep throwing yourself in danger for him? He'd never ask you to dive head first into a suicide mission just because he knew you'd listen. It was the only choices you'd make regarding him that he'd never influenced and he wanted to know why.

Well, you loved him of course, but you couldn't say that. You had a reputation to keep up. Price's guard dog and nothing more or less. So you admit your feelings through your gritted maw and don't need to look up to imagine the pitiful look he's giving you.

He tells you that you shouldn't. It's not appropriate, he says. He doesn't sound very convinced himself, but you convince yourself that it's just you thinking that and excuse yourself. You just wanted to be a good dog in return for everything he'd done for you. You never intended for these feelings to bubble up. They made your stomach turn.

More details will be fleshed out when I'm not sleep deprived lol I wanna turn this into one of those really nice big hurt comfort fics I love to find if I can manage it

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Y/N: I cant believe we're locked in this room together Ghost, throwing the key out of the window: Truly unfortunate

[astr0exe]

werewolf soap with puppy trans masc reader? maybe like breeding or something? something along those lines—

i feel like i wrote this really weirdly cause there is no dialogue BUt actually rlly enjoyed writing this.. like so much. Hope you have a good day / night ml !! <3

// CW ; tm!reader (cock used like once) , puppy reader (lil guy has me in a choke hold) , werewolf Soap , breeding , creampie , hybrid AU i guess

Puppy!Reader whose ears twitch and tail wags just from the scent of Werewolf!Soap walking in the room, your excited whines floating through the air as Soap’s tail wags, his grin stretched wide across his face as he makes his way towards you. Your tail whacking against the soft bed you are laying on, huffing and yelping happy to see your boyfriend.

Werewolf!Soap who laughs at the sight of his excited puppy all whiny and needy for him. He reaches the bed and lays down next to you, stroking your ears and playing with the fur softly, your bodies touching, his thigh between your legs, hitting your swollen cock softly. Your whimpers change in volume, not just excited but now also needy, just a needy puppy who needs his Johnny.

Werewolf!Johnny who can’t help but pounce on you once you start moaning, his hand down your pants as your tongues entwine. His fingers hammering into your hole loosening you enough for his fat cock.:(

Puppy!Reader who grinds against Soap’s fingers, moaning like a bitch in heat as your whines get louder. The smell of your juices filling Johnny's nose as you, gripping his fingers with your hole tightly.

Puppy!Reader who BEGS werewolf!Johnny to fill them up. Begging the poor man for his pups, you want his kids so bad don’t you pup? Want him to breed you. Knock you up. And a Werewolf!Johnny who can’t help but want to fuck his kids into you as well. His cock actually hurting with how hard he gets at the thought of you being round with his kids. Wanting to make you a dad so fucking bad.

Werewolf!Johnny whos cock pounds into your soaking cunt, your pussy so tight it's as if it's trying to milk all the cum from his poor cock, but shit if that doesn’t make him nearly cum.. (I digress) Johnny thanking the stars for his stamina and short recovery period, knowing he could cum in you four five times in just a single night, and knowing you would happily let him use your pretty body to do whatever he likes with it.

Puppy!Reader who cums at least seven times in the night, completely tired out even whilst Soap is still assaulting your poor pussy.:( Even blacking out a few times from the overstimulation and pure exhaustion. But when you do wake up, you smile feeling Johnny beside you, your stomach bulging with his cum, his cock still inside you half hard and one of his hands softly rubbing your tummy protectively

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about soft sex with Price where he’s got you on to the bed, your wrists pinned behind your head and his thighs bracketing your waist. Usually this means you’re in for a rather long night but this time he’s looking down at you with so much love in his eyes and with a soft smile while murmuring the words “let me take care of you tonight yeah?”

Usually you’re the one to take him apart with your fingers or with your mouth but tonight isn’t like any other night. Tonight you arrived at the door, shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the world on them while looking for some sort of comfort.

And of course he’s here to offer that, has a wedding band on his hand to remind him of that but even with a bare hand he’d tear himself into pieces just to patch you up.

And it’s with a kiss to your lips that he offers you the first piece and he kisses you oh so softly, and oh so slowly, following the pulse of his heart.

His lips taste of the sweet mint tea he usually drinks before he goes to sleep, the one you’d initiated into his routine- just another way to show just how tightly intertwined the two of you are. With ever kiss you can feel his coarse mustache hair tickling your cheek and chin and you eagerly welcome the prickling feeling. His body feels warm and solid as he keeps you pinned to the bed. If this had been anyone else you’d be trying to escape- mind and reflexes rewired from your army days but this wasn’t just anyone this was your husband and therefor you feel at home, you feel grounded to the world.

He releases his grip on your wrists, one hand intertwines with yours, while the other hand drags along the side of your ribs, tracing every scar every mark, etching every curve and slope into the back of his mind, so that if he ever gets lost he can find his way back around.

It’s times like these that remind you just how experienced your husband is. Price has lived so many lives before he’s met you- the crow feet around his eyes and gray strands are proof of that, he’s had so many lovers before while you’ve only ever had one. He’s got so much experience so much knowledge and for whatever reason he’s decided to bestow it upon you, with his fingers with his mouth, and what a lucky man you are because of that.

You don’t even know when he’s stripped the clothes off of your body but all of a sudden he’s got your cock in the palm of his hand, easily setting a slow pace, and using the bit of pre collecting at the tip along with spit to aid his movements, all while closely watching you under him.

It’s almost like he thinks you’ll fall apart under his touch and for a second you want to make a joke- how you won’t break if he goes any rougher but you don’t want to do that because in this moment you feel like you could crumble under him but along with that you feel safe you feel at ease, like he’d glue all your pieces back together while holding you close to him.

It’s embarrassing how fast you cum under his touch, but he doesn’t seem to mind , matter of fact he seems endeared as ever, eyes shining brightly and smiling down at you sweetly.

[astr0exe]

CAS👏PI👏AN

r u butter cuz yknow...YOUR WRITING IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS?? I CANT BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS IS AND THAT YOU HAVE WRITERS BLOCK BECAUSE DAMN.

imagine reserved older!Simon, practically drooling and foaming at the mouth for a chance with tm reader...

Like so similar to könig just the thought lf getting tm reader pregnant just stirs something in this huge man

ugh yk i love you 🫶🏻💐 !! i took this in a different direction than the König story ! lil bit of story in this 🙃

// CW : tm!reader, age difference, slight rough housing (only like one spank and some hair grabbing), very little dialogue, slightly creepy Simon, breeding, no aftercare, creampie

shy!simon whos 45 and frequently visits a cute almost hole in the wall coffee shop and meets you.. a little thing.. a handsome little thing who looks slightly frazzled but still so pretty, you look younger than him by at least 20 years and fuck its bad how he has to force himself to stay soft.

older!simon who offers you a ride back to your place after you lock up the cafe for the night, his hands trembling as he gazes at you smiling slightly, his scars framing his sharp face perfectly as he drives you home, your blush worsening with every passing moment as you invite him in… holy fuck you just invited him in.

younger!reader who is extremely interested in the older man, giving him a bourbon as you drink a vodka lemonade, laughing with the quieter man a smile forming on your face as you admire Simon. Your faces inch closer together, your confidence growing due to the alcohol in your system.

younger!reader who cant help but let your lips touch his softly, his lips basically only ghosting yours before you cant take it, pushing your lips against his, the need being obvious as you move into his lap, huffing as he holds your waist tightly.

older!simon who despite being more experienced, is in shock when you take your pants off and you have a sopping wet hole, his surprise is visible, making you tense up slightly in worry he won’t accept you. But, he just smirks, groaning at the sight of your sticky thighs and hard dick. His fingers slowly tracing down your sides all the way to your drenched cunt, which is clenching already even at such little contact.

younger!reader who tries to take the lead, grinding down and smirking thinking you have Simon in the palm of your hand, only for him to toss you on the couch and stradle your hips, his hard cock between your thighs, rubbing against your own thick cock making you moan quietly at the contact, huffing out hot breath on Ghost’s neck as you clutch his shirt.

Older!Simon who grins at your neediness, grins at your whining and squirming, holding your hips down as he ruts his covered dick against your soaked hole, which is basically dripping through your underwear, “fuck lovie.. you’re drenched for me eh?” he smirks, he feels so confident knowing he makes you like this.

Younger!reader who grinds down against Simon’s cock to try and get the pleasure you need, but Ghost won’t let you, he keeps your hips in place as he lowers his pants and boxers, his dick hitting his pelvis, its red tip dripping precum.. You may as well have ripped off your underwear and pants as you move, manoeuvring yourself until your back is arched, head against the couch with your knees up, your cunt being shown off, glistening in the lights of your living room.

Older!Simon who almost goes feral at the sight of your arse up, inviting him to feel your hole. “Want me to be rough with you huh sweetheart..” he murmurs, groaning as he strokes himself slowly, his veins of his hand and cock protruding proudly. He moves to be kneeling behind you on the couch, one hand crushing your back to keep you arched, the other guiding his pulsing dick into your warm hole.

You both moan at the feeling of his dick grazing along your walls, Older!Simon who can’t help but start thrusting into you at a bruising pace, his cock battering into you as he pulls your hair to make your head pull back, your eyes are hazy as they stare at the wall, your whole body and couch moving with the strength of Simon’s thrusts, your moans mixing with his huffs and groans like a symphony.

His groans are loud and deep in your ear, your whines are filling the room. A shout leaves your mouth as his calloused hand spanks your arse aggressively, clenching around him from the pain. You feel almost suffocated with his large body on top of yours, his large cock hammering into your small hole, his hand in your sweaty hair. This man who could probably be your dad is fucking into you so harshly your eyes are rolling back and you are moaning and whining like a bitch in heat, no words are in your brain other than Simon’s name, and thats all you are able to moan. Hoarse “Simon!”’s leaving your mouth nearly every time he thrusts in.

Older!Simon who is growling in your ear about filling you up, and all you are able to do is nod your empty head, agreeing with his depraved fantasy of breeding someone whos only 22 years old. His fantasy of being a dad, of fucking some pretty man so full of his cum his stomach bulges.

And thats what he does, as you scream in ecstasy due to your orgasm, your cunt clenching around him so tight that it triggers his own orgasm. His hot thick cum filling you up, your stomach stretching slightly due to the amount of his cum, your eyes roll back of the feeling of his cum entering you, making you clench your now sensitive pussy around his slowly softening cock.

[astr0exe]

✬ safe [ Simon Riley X transmasc reader ] ✬

CW / TW : tm!reader, dysphoria, pure fluff, slight angst(?) 629 words, this feels rlly long sorry:(

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HURT/COMFORT!1!

here I was, stood in front of my god forsaken mirror, my eyes glazed over with tears as I run your hands down my binded chest, the tears fall and I cant stop them. The binder isn’t doing its job.. its not working.. I still arent flat! Im not.. I look like a girl..

I’m so involved glaring at my reflection I don’t even notice when he walks in, my fiancé who also happens to be my superior, my Ghost.. My Simon, who’s been there for me. Always.

Even though I don’t notice him he instantly notices me, notices my tears, my hateful scowl. He knows what its like to not look how you wish you could, despite his scars showing his story, he will always be embarrassed by them.

I jump, a quiet yelp emitting from my throat. I gaze at him through the mirror not having the heart to turn around and face him, just letting his hands slip around my waist his calloused fingers dancing over my stomach, my head leans back against his shoulder our cheeks grazing softly, my tears ruining down my face as we just stand there, for what feels like hours, as I cry softly.

His words cut through my pounding heart and rapid breathing “hey lovie.. hey handsome.. you’re so strong.. so amazing.. My boy.. My fiancé…” he moves us to our bed as I try to stop my crying, but his words hit me more than I would like to admit, his words being exactly what I’ve needed to hear all day or honestly, longer than that.

As we lay facing each other, my hands clutching his shirt tightly like a terrified child needing comfort, because in this moment thats exactly what I need, comfort and Simon knows this perfectly, he always knows exactly what I need. I mumble a quiet an almost inaudible apology, my words dripping with emotion, feeling pathetic in the situation.

His eyes widen and his mouth opens.. then closes.. then opens again, and I wince, thinking I have done something wrong, I bury my face into his chest slightly ready for him to shout at me for saying sorry, even though I know he would never. He slowly and softly tilts my head up, so our eyes can meet and he can wipe away the residue of tears “Sweetheart.. look at me.. there we go.. good boy.” He sighs before speaking again.

“You.. are strong. You are more than capable.. You are handsome and pretty and amazing and so bloody intelligent.. But you should know… you are allowed to be vulnerable and have these feelings. I will always be here to support you, to keep you grounded and as happy as possible.” His words make me almost tear up again, my eyes glazing over with salty tears as I try to move even closer to Simon, his hand that has remained on my cheek softly thumbs away my tears again.. and again.. and again before they finally stopped falling.

My hands move to play with Simons dirty blonde hair, his ocean blue eyes staring into my own softly, showing his affections without the words. My eyes flutter shut as i murmur a quiet “i love you” towards Simon, the wave of exhaustion that hit me was obvious to Simon, who chuckled softly moving my hair away from my forehead so he can kiss it. His lips are slightly chapped against my skin, I can feel my eyes get heavy as I finally relax, ignoring all the horrible thoughts that plagued my mind before Simon silenced them. I fall asleep in my lovers arms, knowing I’m not only safe but also cared for, I know.. That I’m loved and I’m wanted.. My Simon Riley.. my protector

[iceman-soup]

FELLOW ACE!! Could I get some physical (but non-sexual) intimacy w/ Ghost? Thanks :D

YES OF COURSEEE ENJOY!!!!

masc!reader x ghost

Sometimes all anyone needs is a good nap, no matter how much they deny it or huff or grumble or say they've got "more important stuff to do". Sometimes it's necessary to drag them away from their endless tasks that they really don't have to worry about right now anyway, when instead they could be sprawled across their partner and forced to just rest.

Which is exactly how you have Ghost now. Sure, he'd resisted and complained and tried to dart back off to his office, but the moment you shut the door to your room, clicking the lock in place, he was entirely compliant in letting you step him out of his boots, slide the t-shirt over his head and swap out his work trousers for much more comfy joggers. He still huffed and rolled his eyes, yet when you started changing yourself he was quick to drop your shirt to the floor, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his nose into your neck.

"C'mere, love," you murmur, kissing the shell of his ear and guiding him to lie down on the bed, his tired frame blanketing over yours, grunting as he gets comfortable. He starts to get all whiny, grumbling incoherently and rubbing his masked face on your bare shoulder until you hold him still and gently ease away his balaclava, putting it - still in reach - on the bedside table. He meets your lips in a soft kiss, then pecks them around your face, targeting first the cheeks, then nose, then eyelids. It makes you laugh and he loves the sound; loves the feel as your chest rumbles against his, your hands holding his waist and his in your hair and over your heart. He settles down and his fingertips carry the bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum from your body to his.

You ask him about his day, a question anyone could present, but rarely will he answer properly like he does with you. Scarred lips curl into a tiny smile as he recounts each detail, talking quietly so that nobody could listen in if they tried. If you commented on that, he'd say it wouldn't matter anyway; there was no importance in rambling about the "incompetence of some recruits" (as he so elegantly put it). And of course, you would be inclined to disagree; hearing him go on and on about something as mundane as how had his day been - that was the favourite part of your own day, as you trace invisible patterns into his skin, running a finger over the ridges of his spine and feeling him just melt into you.

[batfleshh-deactivated20240903]

I am currently sucking and fucking bull hybrid ghost. i love you

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BullHybrid!Ghost X M!Reader

Warnings: I just wanted to use this ask to get it out of my inbox w this fic so ignore that, FIRST TIME WRITING H!CHAR so ignore if it’s like bad, HE BIG, IM SO SORRY I HAVE LOST SO MUCH MOTIVATION GUYS pls don’t let this flop or i will SOB, anyway warnings for breeding, possessive Ghost, and rough sex :3, belly bulge yayayaya, back with the milk (it’s his cum), talks of getting u pregnant (he won’t the thought is just hot), this starts off quick, not proofread

★ Bull!Ghost who’s heavily set on keep your near him, always being two steps behind you when you’re around base. He can’t help it, his own instincts making him watch you like a hawk. That being said, this fucker is always seeking for an opportunity to be inside you. On a mission? Let him slide it in while you’re out hiding. On base? Go find a closet and let him bend you over a few boxes. He’ll find an opportunity eventually.

★ Bull!Ghost who will hold you down, force your face into a mattress and shove his cock into, making you feel like you’re being split in half. You’ll hear him huff and grunt behind you, the stretch of his bigger than average cock making you lose your mind. He’ll probably never admit it, though he makes it kind of obvious, he loves watching you fall apart, your desperate noises making him just want to keep you that way forever, but he does have eventually end up being softer on you, taking care of you after treating you that way.

★ Bull!Ghost with larger EVERYTHING, his figure much more toned and built than what he would normally look like. He likes to hold you in his arms, the way you fit there making him want to keep you there. It doesn’t matter how tall or short you are really, he’ll make you fit in his arms any way, he could fit a lot of things actually. Sometimes you’ll be surprised at how large he is, forgetting what you had been through the last time. It always ends up with you asking him to slow his role, asking for him to ease up. But he doesn’t, why would he need to?

★

“Simon, God, p- please!”, you plead with him, the rough rocking of his hips making you see stars. You watch his tagged and scarred ears twitch on his head, his nose scrunched with how concentrated he seemed to be. He ends up trying to quiet you down, his hand moving to cover your mouth. Your back arches up off the bed, the feeling of his cock hitting that spot inside of you making you want to take him in way more than you physically can.

He watches as your hand moves to grab at his wrist, drool seeping out onto his palm. The feeling doesn’t make him pull away, despite how gross the action seemed to be. He just waits to pull him hand away, wiping it on the bed. He doesn’t say anything to you, grabbing one of your hands and moving it down, placing it on the spot where you can feel his dick inside of you. He chuckles at how you whimper at the feeling, almost mind blown.

He watches his dick go in and out of you, his tail swishing back and forth. He leans down as he picks up his speed, moving close to your ear.

“Gonna fuck a calf into you, handsome. Would love to breed such a pretty boy,” he groans, feeling himself reach closer to the edge with every thrust. You make more pathetic noises, the very thought in the moment making you push your hips back into his. Ghost groans as he releases inside of you, the whines coming from you making him push his hips firmly against yours, holding them in place as he hushes you gently. You get a few deep breaths in and out before you feel him start to move again, a whine being drawn out from you. You look up at him with glossy eyes, his hand traveling up to cradle the side of your head. You feel his previous orgasm leak out of you as his cock starts to plunge into you, each thrust faster than the last. So much for getting a break.

★ ~

I got bored and lazy. This is short MB YALL but like hey im back

[ghostandkonigsmaus]

Thinking about doing Simon's warpaint <3

TW: Angst with happy ending, mentions of death, wounds and breakdowns. Semi proof-read

You sit on his lap, delicately applying the paint around his eyes as he adjusts his mask to fit properly.

“Si!” You whine playfully, “Sit still, I don’t want to mess this up!” and he listens - instead of moving around, he focuses on how your eyes watch the paint cover his skin, hiding his almost invisible scars.

“Y’know lovie… I’m gonna miss you so much…” He whispers in your right ear and you force out a smile as you feel the horribly familiar lump form in your throat as your stomach begins to feel empty yet again - a horrible feeling you are burdened with every time Simon has to go. You look at Simon, watching how his dark eyes observe yours with nothing but love, kindness and care - all just for you.

“I.. I’m gonna miss you too, Simon.” You whisper back, applying the last bit of black warpaint on his eyes. You both sit there for a while, not saying anything; simply holding each other in a warm embrace, neither wanting to let go until you feel Simon begin to lightly shake as he holds you close to his chest, closing any kind of gap between you two. You try to pull away to check on him but he just holds you tighter as his soft sniffles fill the air. Your eyes begin to water as soon as you realise what’s going on.

Simon is crying.

You hold him tight and softly say something into his ear. “Simon, it’ll be okay. I’ll be here waiting for you as always, happy and welcoming with a fresh batch of sweet treats for you.” You take a breath before you hesitantly continue. “Nothing will happen to me or you… Please don't worry simon…”

You hate to doubt yourself and you hate to lie to Simon - last time he came back home, he had the most horrible and painful wound on his lower left abdomen. It ripped your heart out every time you saw it but you took extra care of him and his wound, constantly cleaning it and wrapping it up with fresh bandages to avoid any infections.

Simon spoke after a short silence. “You can never be sure of that lovie…” He pulls back and you finally get to see his soaked face, warpaint slightly rubbed off. 

“Come on Simon, look at the time… they’ll be here soon,” and as soon as you say that there is a heavy knock at the door. You both get up and open the door to greet Price and Soap. 

“Simon, you ready yet?” Soap asks. Simon looks at you and you nod.

“Just don't forget what I said and it’ll all be okay. I'll be here waiting for you, lovie” You say with a playful smile, mimicking his accent when you say the last word.

“I love you…” Simon manages to choke out.

“I love you too Simon, now go, we don’t want you to be late.” You say with a final little wave before he waves back and closes the door behind him. The second the door closes, you fall to your knees on the floor and begin to sob, wishing you didn’t let him go. You didn’t want to be selfish by keeping him from one of the things he loves the most but you can't help but cry at the thought of never seeing him again - getting the dreadful letter to let you know about his passing - it all hurts you so much.

One minute later, you hear shouting in the corridor and rapid, heavy footsteps making their way closer to the door. The door opens and slams against the wall as Simon comes rushing in, pulling his mask off and dropping to the floor next to you. He hurriedly holds you in a tight embrace and calms you down, wiping your tears away as he repeatedly apologises. “I'm so sorry, I’m so, so sorry lovie… I can’t leave you, you mean everything to me and I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again, having to die alone and not being held in your arms… I just can't do it… I need you.” He sobs as he places a needy but soft kiss on your lips. After some time passes, you both get up as Simon walks you to the kitchen where Soap and Price are leaning against the counter as the kettle boils. “Cuppa?” Price asks and you nod.

After a warm drink, Soap and Price head off, leaving you and Simon and you both get ready for bed, not wanting to leave each other's side. You slide under the covers, holding onto Simon tight. “I’ve been thinking and I’m going to retire.” He continues before you can say anything. “You’re too special to lose. I don't want to ever leave you”

You smile at him, “Are you sure Si?”

“So sure,” He breathes out, “I want to be with you every day, I want to live a long life with you. I love you.”

“I love you too…” You yawn.

“Come on lovie, let's get some sleep, hm?” He says as you close your eyes and hold onto him tight. You both fall asleep, holding each other close and not letting go, not even once.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Alright, part two to Bartender!Reader x Ghost, because I have the idea of this part and I didn't want to lose it.

You didn't see Ghost again at the bar until two months later, when you almost had forgotten about him completely. It was a really busy night, with you overworked, but you kept pushing through. Even with the amount of patrons who were flirting with you. It was so hectic, you didn't even notice Ghost had walked in and perched himself onto a barstool at the bar.

"Ray, you know I adore you but for the last time, I'm not going out with you," you said as you simultaneously made drinks for other patrons while letting down one of the regulars as gently as you could. You slid over drink after drink to patrons before turning your gaze to Ray, this older man who always complimented on your looks.

Ray gave you a small smile, as if he wasn't doing anything wrong. "Ah, come on, sweetheart. Just give me one chance," he replied, pouting at you as he drank the glass of rum and vodka you had given him. "Don't you always say I'm your favorite regular?"

You sighed as you continued to serve others, moving to take their orders. "Yeah, Ray. But you're going to become my least favorite regular if you keep asking."

"Seriously, what is the harm from going out with on one date, {Name}? Huh?" Ray asked, about to move from his seat to get to where you were at the bar.

Until Ghost finally spoke up from all the way on the other side of the bar. "Leave them alone," he said, his voice booming.

You finally noticed him and smiled in thanks, but Ray was still persistent. "Hey, buddy, mind your own business. I'm having a conversation with them, one that doesn't involve you," he growled.

Ghost turned his head in Ray's direction and stared into the other man's eyes, having a staring contest with him. "It does involve me, buddy. Especially since {Name} is my partner." He got off the barstool and walked over to where Ray was sitting, towering over him. "So back off, because I'm not afraid of spending a night in jail because I beat you up."

Ray grew quiet before turning to you and apologizing. He quickly finished his drink and closed out his tab. You had never seen the older man run out of the bar before, but he did so shortly after paying his tab.

"Thanks," you said to Ghost when he took Ray's spot.

You were about to thank him further for using the same ruse you had when Ghost had been being flirted with two months ago, but it seemed like Ghost wasn't done using the ruse. Especially since others were still giving you seductive looks.

"No need to thank me, darling," Ghost replied, drawing out the petname as he said it. He leaned forward, resting his larger, gloved hand on your bare, calloused one. "That's what partners are for, hm? I think I'll stay tonight, make sure no one else bothers my beloved."

You were speechless for a moment. It felt right to have this man, this stranger, pretend to be your boyfriend. Your mind was focused on the way Ghost's thumb swiped across the back of your hand, the gesture so soothing.

You eventually found your voice and nodded, giving him a smile. "Okay, baby," you responded, using the petname to further the ruse. "You drinking a glass of whiskey tonight?" You got to making his drink when he nodded.

Throughout the night, he did stay and acted like a guard dog. Several times, a patron would come up to the bar and flirt with you, and Ghost would basically growl at them before you could get a word out. By closing time, every regular was convinced you and Ghost were dating.

Usually, your shift ended with one of the regulars asking if they could accompany you home, but this time, they were all silent as you walked out from behind the bar after punching out. You closed down the bar, kicking out all the regulars and Ghost made sure you made it to your car safely.

You turned to him as you stood beside your car. You wanted to thank him again, but that didn't seem like it was enough. So you reached out and grabbed his wrist when he turned to leave. You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his balaclava-covered cheek. "You're a good man, Ghost. Anyone would be lucky to have you, I was lucky to be your pretend partner tonight."

With that, you got into your car and buckled up, driving away. You were unaware of Ghost staring at where your car had been, plotting on ways to make this pretend relationship real.

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[fortheb0ys]

FUCK ME LIKE THE MEN BETWEEN THOSE PAGES

Bottom John Price x Top Male Reader

Just Price brain rot🤤 I've always wanted to a model for MLM porn sites ngl so I'm living through this fic🙏 As usual not proofread :)

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

Prices would be one of those faceless models for those erotic gay romance novels. All his work would be faceless. Just something he did to make money on the side.

It was a secret that was long forgotten. Memories replaced by his military service. His body more scarred than his younger self's. His own books but they were just collecting dust in a box.

When you got together, you had found one of the books Price had forgotten that was on a shelf. Your eyes grew wide as you noiced it was Price's shirtless body on the front cover. A small mole on his left hip was telltale that it was him.

Flipping the book over and reading the synopsis reveals the dirty content of it. All the colour washes from Price's face as he sees what you have in your hand.

Price was about to open his mouth to quickly deny it but saw your giddy excitement. Though Price felt a bit shameful, he told you that there was more. A lot more.

With much hesitation from him and a whole lot more convincing from you, Price lent you the books. His amazing body on every single one of them. A new scar here and there as the

He had been surprised that you never poked fun at him and that you were genuinely interested in his past works.

You'd admit that the sex scenes depicted were the main thing that got you interested. You'd imagine Price vividly as the characters he model on the front covers. It didn't take long for you to read through the lot of them.

When Price would be on deployment, he'd get a text from you.

Cum on the front cover or on the pages. Or others with your erect cock slotted like a bookmark between the pages with the dirtiest scenes, precum dripping onto the sheets.

You'd send worded texts underneath the photo like "Try these with me?" or "What if were we the ones to do this?"

Price hated himself for showing you the books right before the mission, making the wait painfully long.

Sexualy frustrated and slightly pissed he had to wait for his deployment to end, Price would have a lonely wank in his barracks. His fingers didn't feel right. His fantasies never felt like details in the books. Nothing felt like you.

Once he got back, Price had to fight back a boner as the anticipation took over him. He went through countless cigars trying to get his mind on something else. The 141 Boys knew something was up. Soap had to control the intrusive thoughts to ask if you were waiting naked when Price returned home.

Which he wasn't wrong. The moment Price came through that door he was already painfully hard. Before he could even open his mouth to greet you, you were on him like a fly to honey, attacking his neck with bruising kisses. Whispering the dirty dialog from one of the books made Price weak in the knees.

Thus was the beginning of your roleplay sex.

Your playtime is always different. Numerous scenarios with one thing in common: Mind blowing sex.

Price would play a royal guard, and you, the prince. A prince in a loveless engagement to a princess. A guard pleading loyalty as he rides the prince on the royal throne.

A grade slipping college student fucking his teacher in an empty classroom for extra credit. Blowjows underneath desks replaces the outdated method of study and paying attention to lectures.

A hunter who falls in love with a werewolf he's supposed to kill. The wolf is just a dumb puppy who needs to be told what to do. With a collar around his neck, ready to be tugged at and the willingness to please his master, puppy soon becomes skilled at lapping at master's hole.

A rowdy rockstar and his stressed out manager. The musician needing to burn off the adrenaline after the show and the poor management needing the stress fucked out of him. The real show was played backstage. The manager put on quite the proformance, his deep moans sounded much better than your singing.

A sex therapist that prefers to take on a more hands-on approach. That skilled tongue was used more than just giving advice.

Or lastly, a priest beguiled by a gorgeous sinner. Guilt was all he felt but it felt like true heaven. God would forgive any sin if he showed true repentance, right? Wouldn't Jesus have died for nothing if we didn't sin?

Sure, some where terrible written and some were written by women with a fetish for gay men. Seeing you act out the scenes without missing a beat or breaking out into laughter while you quoted the dirtiest and most ridiculous things.

You'd remember every dirty word uttered. Every scenario memorized. Price was starting to understand what those white women on TikTok saw in those fucking books. It was just too bad they couldn't live it out like he could.

[sour-snak3]

Ghost x male reader

A/N: I read too many @thegnomelord stuff and I just wanted to make my own thing. Go read their stuff, it's honestly so good and their fics/small blurbs are definitely must reads.

CW/: meanish reader, werewolf reader, knotting, breeding kink, domtop reader, subbot simon, biting, marking, mating press, ruts, monster fucking, nonhuman genitalia, scent kink, shameless smut, swearing, english is not my first language, first fic, mistakes probably

Being a werewolf comes with it's perks. Having enhanced speed, enhanced strength, a fast metabolism, enhanced hearing, ect. However, it also comes with it's downsides. One of them being a rut. They are annoying and harder to deal with without a mate.

Which leads you to now, you rutting against your mattress with your lieutenants shirt inside your mouth. Huffs and groans spill from your mouth as you desperately seek for any kind of release. So deep into your pleasure, you fail to hear your room door open, your lieutenant standing within the frame.

"Oi, what the fock are you doin'?"

You snap my head over to the door and all your movements come to a halt. Neither of you move, no sounds coming from the both of you besides your panting. Simon stares for a moment before swiftly closing and locking the door.

"You like getting off on your superior, huh?" Your member twitched but you remained looking at him. He walks over to your bed and pushes you on your back. You try to get up but he crawls on top of you. "Stay down mutt. I'll give you some assistance if you're good."

Deciding to humor him, you let him continue. He pushes up his mask just enough that you can see from his chin to his nose. He brings his face down to your neck and begins to suck rather roughly. He nips and bites and after awhile, you've had enough.

Growling, you turn him over and you get on top of him, quickly reversing the roles. The heat bubbling inside almost becomes too much for you, but you hold it in for awhile longer, not wanting to harm Simon (at least not too badly).

You shove three fingers in Simon's mouth, grinning as he chokes on your thick fingers. You let your fingers be coated in a thick layer of saliva before taking them out from his mouth. Getting impatient, you yank all of his bottom wear off before turning him on his stomach.

He squirms as he feels your thick fingers prod at his puckered hole. A gasp sprouts from his lips as you shove your fingers in those warm, velvety walls. He begins to tremble when your fingers move in and out. He knows it's only your fingers but he can't help but feel so full.

After deeming him ready enough, you pull out your fingers and he whines. He should find it scary how easy it was for you to reverse the roles but he can't help but get more and more turned on. He was so lost in his own mind that he didn't realize you were moving until he felt your knotted cock poke at his hole.

He practically screams when you push inside. The stretch your inhuman cock makes inside his hole drives him crazy. The burn is so powerful and he can't help but enjoy it. His bottom half moves on its own as it grinds and pleads for you and your giant cock-

He yelps and you change his position to a maiting press. You laugh as you stare at his already fucked out expression. "Aw, does the poor puppy want some more?" you taunt. 'I do', he wants to say, but his pride is ever to big to give in. He gasps as you suddenly fuck into him. "Answer me, mutt."

"Yes. Please." he begs. He feels humiliated, but he doesn't care anymore. He needs you. You quickly responded to his answer and fucked into him as he sobbed. Gasps and groans fill every corner of the room as you pound into his pretty pink hole.

Simon feels heat bubbling in his lower abdomen, signaling that he's close. You know this, you can smell his sickly sweet scent fill the air. It seems he did some research on your species if the way he bares his neck to you means anything. You wanted to wait on marking him but who are you to judge if he wants you to do it now?

Your breath pans on his neck before you bite down, hard. The wolf inside you feels content as you finally mark him. As you finally make him yours. The bite stimulates him so much that he cums. It shoots all over his and yours chest, only making a bit of a mess. You release your lips from his neck but you don't stop. After all, you haven't finished yet.

You continue pounding him as you feel the heat bubbling more and more. Eventually, you snap. You pound into him one final time and your knot pushes itself inside of him. He screams as your knot goes inside and as your cum fills him to the brim. You both stay there panting before you break the silence.

"So, round two?"

"Oh fock off! Round two my ass..."

[iceman-soup]

Idk if your requests are open but would you be willing to write Ghost x FtM! reader who’s on testosterone and has bottom growth, please?

they are open thank you lots for the request!! and YES i would LOVE to

ftm reader x top!ghost

You'd been on testosterone a while now, but a big fuck you if you thought that was gonna make your little cock any less sensitive - in more ways than one. It had its moments, being fussy and sore and painful; in which times you'd go to Simon's office or bedroom (or drag him away from anywhere he was, really), whinging and complaining until he gave up whatever he was doing previously just to soothe and pay attention to you.

Sometimes, this was just sitting on his lap, maybe with an ice pack pressed to the area over your trousers to help numb some of the pain. He'd trace patterns into your thighs, murmuring praise and sweet words of affection as you grumble about how "it hurts, Si," and he'd compliment his pretty boy for being so good with it regardless.

Other times, you would pull him into a kiss the moment you had him alone, whining into his mouth and grinding desperately against his thigh, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you paw at his belt. He guides you to wherever the closest surface is, dipping his nose between your thighs once you're comfy. "This okay, love?" he'll check in before peeling away your boxers when you nod, humming contentedly as his mouth attaches around your dick and you groan quietly in appreciation.

"So fuckin' handsome," he likes to almost growl against your cunt, nose smushed against your tummy as he laps at it like he's dehydrated, jaw aching and your hands in his hair.

His eyes flick up to watch as your back arches when he pushes a finger into your hole, quickly adding a second and pumping them in and out to make you moan and your grip tighter, tugging his head closer and bucking up your hips to his mouth. Simon grunts and uses his other hand to push you back down to the bed, holding you there as you squirm and whine and cum, switching between sucking on your cock and cleaning your own mess up with his tongue.

"Good boy," he mumbles, taking his fingers out carefully so as to not hurt you and coming up to kiss you gently on the neck. Afterwards, he'll gather you into his arms, littering your face with kisses as he dresses you again, cradling you on his lap as he praises you and asks if it feels a little better now. Sure, it doesn't always fix things, but the head was fun regardless.

[mikotv]

Iced Coffee

Simon Riley x male!reader

You always liked coffee, all sorts. You mainly liked ice coffee, you weren’t sure why; maybe it was because you thought it was fancy looking.

One winters day in January it started snowing. Your boss texted you to work in from home, you were happy with that. You were down stairs when you received the text, you may as well make a coffee since you were up. Recently you found an ice coffee pack when you went last shopping with your husband, Simon.

You wanted to try it specifically that morning. As you were making your coffee you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist, it was your husband, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. “You not workin’ from home, bloody baltic outside?” His morning voice was deep and groggy.

“Well I only got the text saying I was working from home.” You pointed at your outfit. You had your work shirt on yet you still had your pj bottoms on. Simon nuzzled his face in your neck, the smell of coffee wafted into his nose. When he looked down and saw ice in the glass that was containing your coffee he gave you a look

You didn’t know what kind of look,

But it was certainly a judgy one.

“What are you doing, love?” He asked just staring at the coffee below him. “Making coffee, like I do every morning, why?”

“No, why are you putting ice..in your coffee..in the dead middle of winter?” His eyes flicked from you, to the coffee, to the snow that was falling outside.

You only shrug your shoulders and took the cup to your lips and drank it.

Your husband stared at you in disbelief when you drank it. He kissed your temple when you placed the glass down and let go of you to put the kettle on for himself. “You’re going to get cold, you bloody lunatic.” He joked with a smile. “My husband is a bloody lunatic.” He said shaking his head with a smile, you kissed him on the lips as he leaned on the counter top, your cold lips touching his.

When you both pulled away he clicked his tongue, “I’m telling you this right now, your lips feel like the Artic.” He joked, he took your cheeks in his calloused hands and pecked your lips multiple times before letting go. “Yet you still want to kiss me?” You brought the glass back up to your lips again.

“Always.” He says as he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles with a smirk plastered on his lips.