CW: periods, talking about period products, fluff and comedy
Keegan: You didn’t realize you were starting so soon, so you asked him to buy you some pads before he came home. He didn’t know what to expect at first, so when he got to the feminine products isle he sort of..short circuited. He spent the next 20 minutes staring at each product, trying to deduce which would suit you best. In the end, he decided better safe than sorry and grabbed three different brands of pads with different sizes for you. When you got home, he sat nervously at the kitchen table with his arms crossed and the pads sitting on the table beside him. You proceeded to tease him about all the different sizes he bought but kissed him softly to thank him, his nerves instantly relaxing as he pulled you against him, kissing you back gently.
Kick: aight babe I’m in the pad isle what size pussy you wear? Jk.
You lay curled in the fetal position on the couch, whimpering as you clutched your stomach, your cramps being particularly awful today. Kick entered the room and raised an eyebrow, having the nerve to ask what was wrong. When you groaned and shot him a death stare, he knew. He swiftly grabbed his keys and left the room, only to be seen an hour later, returning with a few plastic bags containing some items for you. He sat a bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table, and placed a box of your favorite chocolates beside it. When you perked up a little at the products, Kick grinned and sat beside you on the couch, patting his lap gently. You laid your head in his lap, sighing as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you. You knew you’d have to thank him later, but for now, you were content like this.
Merrick: Merrick was raised in a family with 3 sisters, so he knew what was up the second you started to get moody with him out of nowhere. He walked into your shared bedroom and noticed you curled up under the covers, brows furrowed and trying your hardest to stay warm. He left the room for a moment, returning with a cold glass of water and the heating pad. When you poked your head out from under the covers, your eyes lit up, and Merrick couldn’t contain his smile with how cozy you looked. He plugged the heating pad in and wrapped it around you, crawling into bed with you as well and wrapping himself around you. You melted into his embrace, sighing as his burly arms engulfed you.
Hesh: He had been wondering why Riley was so attached to you for the last few days, constantly sniffing you and invading your personal space. it wasn’t until you had asked him to buy you some tampons that it all clicked for him. He agreed, but once he got to the store he was intimidated by all the products. And sizes? What size did you wear? How does that even work? He stood staring at the products for a solid minute before he grabbed an assorted box, hoping one of the sizes would be correct for you. When he returned home, he found you sitting in bed with a blanket wrapped around you. When you noticed him he smiled and placed the box down on the bedside table, earning a small smile of appreciation from you. He couldn’t wait to see your face light up when he pulled the flowers he had gotten for you out from behind his back.
Logan: Logan, the quiet observer that he is, knew before you even started. When you had complained about how bloated you were, and how much you were breaking out, and how much your head had been hurting lately, he knew. You woke up feeling sluggish and sore one morning, and when you headed down the stairs you noticed a cup of hot raspberry leaf tea sitting on the kitchen table, as well as a box of Midol and an assortment of your favorite snacks. You picked up the note sitting next to the snacks reading:
“Had to leave for work. Hope you feel better. See you tonight. Xo.”
You smiled, and couldn’t help but feel grateful for your amazing partner.
Rorke: Rorke wasn’t the most experienced with this sort of thing, so when he came into the kitchen one morning and noticed you boiling something, he smirked, slinking his way up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck and inhaling your scent.
“You cooking us breakfast, darling? I gotta say, I don’t like my eggs boiled…”
You paused, not knowing what he was talking about and turning to him with an eyebrow raised.
“Um…honey..this is a…menstrual cup.” You said, biting the inside of your lip to stifle a laugh.
Rorke’s face went red, and he let go of you, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he stuttered over his words. You couldn’t help but laugh at his embarrassment, and he scoffed, pulling you in once again and nipping your neck, causing a squeal from you.
Silly/stupid/sweet domestic living headcannons for the Ghost Boys
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Hesh
-watches you sleep in the mornings before you wake up. not creepily so, he just likes seeing you so relaxed and peaceful
-takes a ridiculous amount of time in the bathroom for various reasons. not even in a weird/sexual manner, just fuckin lingers in there like a teenage girl primping her hair
-enjoys sweeping for no reason. will sweep again even if one of you already has, very clean man
Logan
-sits on counter tops regularly, doesn’t care that he’s 6’0 & built like a brick wall. if he fits, he sits
-has the time management skills of a goldfish. “I’m coming to bed in 15 minutes” half an hour later and he’s building a Lego set?
-enjoys watching your skincare routines and will silently beg for you to slather the shit on his face too. eventually he’ll ask directly but until then he just gives totally subtle puppy dog eyes
Elias
-has a recliner he’s bonded with in the living room like the old coot he is. and you’ll never talk him out of getting rid of it
-has bought you a pair of house slippers to match his. yours are probably cuter but he does secretly want to at least coordinate
-will loiter when you’re doing any kind of hobby/activity. doesn’t necessarily want to join, but will stand behind you and watch you play video games/craft/bake/etc
Merrick
-terrible farts. that’s it. wear a gas mask tbh
-snores so loud that you have to wear earplugs sometimes. doesn’t help that he likes to cuddle at night so you can quite literally feel him vibrating against you. best cuddler though
-has a decanter full of whiskey on his bedside table. not even a big drinker or anything, no, that’s just decoration to him cause he’s distinguished
Keegan
-asks you to help shave his beard, both because he gets lazy but also he wants to be pampered. “You do it better” he’ll insist
-secretly enjoys you having to ask for help with little things around the house. he loves ‘being a man’ for you. does not matter your gender
-sleeps on one old, flat, mangy pillow. it may or may not even have a case on it. you can try to get him to return to civilization and use a normal one but it’ll be difficult
Kick
-sings loudly in the shower on purpose. maybe it’s to make you laugh, maybe it’s to get you in the bathroom long enough to convince you to join him. depends on the day
-uses so many seasonings when he cooks that he sneezes a bunch. wears his mask sometimes to just prevent it all together
-whines for neck/back rubs cause he’s so sore. insists he’ll return the favor but not before he falls asleep on you
Rorke
-loves you sitting on his lap anytime of day. watching tv, eating breakfast, etc etc? he’ll perch you up on his thighs regardless, doesn’t matter to him
-grunts every time he stands up like the old man he is. “knees ain’t what they used to be”, “gahdamn, backs killin me” are frequent phrases
-constantly turning the thermostat down to make it colder, can’t stand the heat from outside getting in. insists it’s not that cold and only relents when you start to shiver
Ajax
-puts animal planet/nature docs on to fall asleep. says he just wants to watch something more relaxed before bed but he never turns it off
-very anal about shoes being taken off at the front door. will bitch and moan if shoes get past the foyer while on someone’s feet
-like your mother on a Saturday morning, is up at the ass crack of dawn listening to Celine Dion while cleaning
Random Headcannons that I thought of while getting dinner:
Merrick: Is from Southern Texas or has relatives from Southern Texas
Keegan: Knows how to use a roundabout
Ajax: Never fully stops at Stop signs or red lights when turning right
Kick: Never had a fruit until he joined the military
Hesh: Took forever for him to learn how to swim bc he was scared of drowning (even if he could stand up in the water)
Logan: Amazing swimmer
Elias: Doesn't know how to cook a lot of stuff, but can make good chili & breakfast stew
Rorke: Didn't know frogs/toads can hibernate and thought they all died at the beginning of fall and were somehow resurrected at the beginning of spring
I can’t lie I think I’ll mourn cod ghosts every single day of my life until I die, mourn what it could’ve been with a sequel, mourn the cliff hanger of what happened to Logan once captured, grieve the unanswered questions
Big fan of the idea that Kick is a wikipedia warrior. He actively checks through wiki pages to make sure they're correct and has published some of his own on the military equipment they use.
Reader advisory: 18+ NSFW, slightly cnc (stalking), male x female reader
A/N: hey all 12 of you in the ghosts side of the fanbase…I JUST MADE SOME BULLLLLSHIT
there’s not nearly enough kick fics out there rn…so allow me.
I wrote this while drunk btw
Kick had been suspicious of you since the day you joined the team. What was Merrick thinking? Letting a pretty young thing like you onto a team full of wolves. Surely you wouldn’t be able to keep up, right? And If you could, how?
Kick wondered what your angle was, and he was determined to find it.
He’d spent weeks collecting tabs on you.
He watched you from across the chow hall as you picked at the less than appetizing food, he took note on the way you handled your rifle with quick precision, carefully disassembling and reassembling it with the same suave efficiency that you had when you’d take the shot. He noticed the way you interacted with the other members on the team, how even the toughest of nuts to crack like Keegan and Neptune seemed to like you, and of course how the younger more impressionable members such as Hesh seemed to fall head over heels for you, completely at your mercy. He even took note of your workouts, particularly the way the fabric of your gym shorts and sports bra seemed to hug each and every curve during, further adding to your feminine allure, and tacking onto some rather confusing emotions for himself. Despite having learned your routines from the moment you’d enter the base to the exact time you’d leave, Kick couldn’t place his finger on it…something was off with you.
He needed to dig deeper.
One night while you were still at the gym, he had snuck into your room in the barracks. It was easy enough for him, he used a code he had pulled from a database to swiftly punch in the numbers on the lock pad and enter your room. He did a quick scan of the room, impressed by your tidiness. He noticed a small mirror with a light attached on your desk, along with various hair and makeup products, each smelling better than the last. He looked to his right and noticed a small kitchen nook that held a pink coffee pot, various mugs, a hand soap, and portable stovetop. Your bed was neatly made, soft and fluffy blankets draped over the mattress with a few stuffed animals propped up against the pink pillows.
Cute. He thought to himself.
He continued to scan the room before something caught his eye.
Bingo.
Your laptop sat neatly on another desk, closed, but exactly what he needed for digging up dirt. He opened the laptop slowly, pulled out a small SD card, and carefully slid the chip into the port. Kick pulled his phone out to make sure he was patched in. He smirked to himself under the mask. On his screen he saw himself, and the entirety of your room, his full dark gear a stark contrast to your soft and feminine room. He knew it was wrong, to watch you like some kind of stalker, but it was his job..and he needed to find out what you did in your spare time. If something struck him as odd, he’d just dial into your computer like he usually would. Watching you through the camera just…gave him a better advantage.
Yeah. A better advantage. He thought to himself.
Give her the benefit of the doubt.
The next few nights were quiet. You’d get up, do your daily routine, come back to your room, shower and go to bed. Plain and simple. You hadn’t even questioned why your laptop had been left open. You just went about your days as normal.
“Heh.” Kick chuckled to himself as he typed away at his computer.
“Efficient tracker my ass.” He muttered. “Can’t even tell when someone’s watching you…and Merrick expects you to assist me on the next mission? Please…” he grumbled to himself as he watched you type away at your phone as you laid back in bed.
Kick sat at his desk, typing away at more boring mission reports he had been putting off until the last minute. Though, nothing said he couldn’t keep tabs on his favorite suspect while he worked. Besides, having a pretty face to observe while he worked made the grueling task all the more exciting.
You remained still for the next 30 minutes, on a seemingly never ending scroll through your phone. Kick thought it was endearing, in an invasive sort of way. You were both enjoying each other’s company, even if one of you didn’t realize it.
“What the fuck am I doing…” kick groaned, leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s..she’s perfectly fine. There’s nothing wrong with her..” he slid his hand down his face, dragging his mask slightly as he did so, tired amber eyes opening halfway. “I’m just being such a fucking…”
He paused.
You were sitting at your computer, upper body in the frame as you squinted at your screen.
Kick clenched his jaw.
Shit. He thought.
You seemed to be typing something, but why the sudden move to your laptop? Did you have extra work you had forgotten about? Were you trying to search something? Had he been made? Kick was itching to check, but he knew he was already in deep, and he had told himself he’d only go deeper if he found something to be suspicious of.
He Inhaled sharply, his pulse racing. He felt his palms grow sweaty under his gloves, and he couldn’t shake the thought that you knew.
Suddenly, your confused face shifted into a neutral one, and you swiftly left the frame. Kick nervously leaned forward, elbows resting anxiously against his knees, fists balled up against his chin.
Where’d you go.. he thought to himself.
He then noticed a lightswitch in the corner of the frame flip on, and heard the sound of running water.
He exhaled sharply.
“She’s just showering..” he mumbled.
Showering.
An image flashed in his mind. One that he grimaced at. Not out of disgust for you, but shame for himself. He was already in deep, but this little mission he was on was strictly professional. Even if it was solo.
Wrenching himself out of his twisted thoughts, he turned himself back to his report.
Maybe thinking about a mission i nearly died on will get my mind out of the gutters. He thought to himself with a frown.
He continued on like this for a few more minutes, aimlessly typing away on their previous mission. The screaming bullets, the sounds of enemies and allies shouting, the bloodshed. Each painful detail, right down to the weather in the sky and the bugs on the ground, mapped out.
His concentration was snapped in half as he saw a shadow move on his phone screen. His attention snapped back to the small monitor, and he noticed something that made his jaw drop.
You were wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The fabric clung to your torso so perfectly, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Your glistening skin, your damp hair, the steam rising off your body, it almost made Kick burst a blood vessel right then and there. He felt his breathing getting deeper.
You grabbed one of the beauty products on your desk, the lotion. You squirted a generous amount into your hands, and slowly began to lather the cream onto your body. You covered every curve, every crease, slowly, delicately, intimately. Kick clenched his jaw once more, trying his hardest to push his unholy thoughts down.
You finished with the lotion, and moved to sit at your desk, still wrapped in the soft towel, cleavage ever so visible in the frame. It was almost as if you were staring straight through him. Looking into the camera as you began to take a comb to your hair, starting at the ends and slowly working your way up, just as you had with the lotion that softened your skin ever so delicately.
Kick swallowed hard.
She’s just looking into her mirror…she must have moved it when I wasn’t paying attention…why did I take my eyes off her? He questioned silently.
But he pushed the thought down. He just continued to watch you. He watched as you carefully brushed your hair, carefully detangling each strand, the softness of it as it began to dry out. He watched you carefully reach for your makeup, the curve of your eyeliner with fierce precision, the way your lipstick glided across your plush lips, the curl of your mascara against your sweet lashes that always seemed to bat his way.
“Fuck..” he muttered to himself.
You carefully applied the finishing touches onto your makeup, staring into the camera for a moment before you reached for your setting spray, locking your makeup in for the next few hours. You closed your eyes as the mist landed across your carefully crafted face, before you opened your eyes to stare into the camera once more, painted lips curling into a smile as you slowly set the bottle of spray down.
Kick swallowed the lump in his throat once more, feeling a familiar ache beginning to form in his trousers.
You suddenly did something that he wasn’t expecting. Something neither of you had expected tonight.
You moved to the side of your bed, and quickly dropped your towel, body fully exposed and bare towards your camera.
Kick’s breath hitched, soft amber eyes widening as he watched you strip bare before him. He only caught a glimpse of your backside, and the smallest glance at the soft curve of your breast, before you slowly crawled into bed, completely hidden under your covers.
You settled in, and grabbed your remote. You quickly flipped your tv on, and scrolled for a few long minutes, flipping through channels and getting as comfortable as you possibly could under the covers.
Kick watched intently, the tent in his pants growing as he watched you indecisively flipping through whatever bullshit tv show it is you wanted to watch. He knew what he wanted to watch. He just had to wait and see what the endgame was.
You finally settled on a romcom, not quite hallmark, but not necessarily rated R either. Something to suit your late night. Calm, feisty, and seductive.
The next 40 minutes were nothing but you tossing and turning, or sitting perfectly still against your pillows as you watched the movie.
Kick couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You looked so pretty, so soft sitting against your fluffy sheets, and knowing of the figure imprinted in his mind that lay underneath them? He couldn’t help but palm at his jeans, biting his lip as he felt the relief ease up ever so slightly.
Finally, the two actors on the screen began to share a passionate kiss. You perked up. In turn, kick perked up as well. You watched on for a few more minutes, the scene progressing from a passionate kiss into a hot make out session, and finally the actors clothing began to seemingly melt away from their bodies, hands beginning to wander, and the sweaty bodies joined together in blissful coitus. You watched on, cheeks heating up under your makeup as you watched the scene unfold, and Kick watched on as you watched, hearing the soft moans coming from the tv as you watched intently.
You sat up, careful to keep the blanket pulled to your chest, and reached for something in your nightstand.
Kick raised an eyebrow under his mask, hand steadying on his bulge.
What are you up to girl? He thought as his eyes tracked your movements across the screen.
You pulled out a purple vibrator. It had a curved tip, and a little lower, there was another tip curving inward. It looked metallic, and heavy, so Kick suspected it may have been electric.
He let out a soft gasp.
Were you seriously about to use this in front of him? He thought as a bead of sweat began to run down his temple, more so out of arousal rather than anxiety.
You slowly drew the toy into the soft plush of the covers, a soft buzzing sound erupting from them, before it continued steadily. And along with the soft humming, came a blissful expression to your face.
Kick bit his lip, then clenched his jaw as he reached for his zipper.
You writhed underneath the sheets, head tossing back as your mouth parted, a soft gasp escaping your lips.
Kick gasped simultaneously, pulling the zipper down as fast as he could and heftily pulling his cock from his pants. He wrapped a fist around it, giving it a few firm strokes before he was at full mast.
You brought your free hand up to your breast, massaging it firmly as your mouth fell fully open, a soft moan escaping your lips as your vibrator drug across your clit, the tingling sensation overwhelming your senses.
And Kick watched it all. Every moan, every gasp, every little movement, just made him fist his cock faster. His breathing was heavy now, reports long forgotten, as he watched your pretty face contort, and your body writhe under the covers. He began to pump his shaft faster, and the louder your moans got, the more worked up he got.
The couple on the screen gasped, the screen cutting to a blissed out shot of the woman’s face, with a moan escaping her lips. You let out a whine, pressing the vibrator past your folds, pressing a button to activate the toy, the electricity snapping to life and starting to thrust the toy in and out of you automatically.
Kick let out a deep groan, his teeth grinding as he heard you gasp and shift under the covers, hearing the mechanical sounds of the toy as it began to move, wishing so desperately it was him there in place of it. He watched as you fucked yourself, hearing the slick sounds of your pussy underneath the covers, and he tried to match your rhythm, soft gasps and groans leaving his lips as he watched you play with yourself. Even though he couldn’t see you, he had seen enough to conjure up the naughtiest image within his mind.
Your hand fondling your breast slid down your torso and to your clit, swiftly replacing the toy, turning it off and tossing it aside. Your fingers grazed across the sensitive bud, and you let out a moan. Kick moaned as well, running his thumb across the tip of his cock, collecting pre cum and using it as a lubricant for the rest of his cock. You slowly began to move your fingers in tight, firm circles, letting out the most pornographic moan you could muster up, your upper body curving up, causing the sheets to slide off ever so slightly, your hardened nipple poking out. Kick gasped, fisting his cock faster, letting out a growl as he watched intently now, vein popping out of his forehead and sweat beading at his temple as he shifted his hand along his shaft. You could feel the pressure building in your core. The hot, deep magma bubbling up. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. Kick grunted.
“Baby c’mon…I need you to cum for me…I’m almost there..”
Your breathing picked up, and your body began to tense. Kick knew exactly what this meant. He began to pump himself faster, all cautions thrown to the wind as he carelessly let out the most pitiful whimpers and whines, grinding up into his fist as he watched you thrash beneath the covers. Your face lit up, moaning loudly as your whole body suddenly began to contort, shake, and spasm. You let out a drawn out scream, a breathy gasp tailing it. The curve of your exposed breasts, the way your face scrunched up in orgasmic bliss, the deep perversion of it all, made Kick break like a twig. He erupted, his cock twitching as he roared, spurts of cum hitting his chest, not caring one bit in the moment of the repercussions. He painted his uniform, and groaned as he gave a few more sloppy pumps to his cock, before he crashed back against his chair, panting heavily, cock twitching in the aftershocks. Your face was heated, body glistening slightly, though whether that was from sweat or the lotion, was a mystery Kick was happy to leave unsolved. He panted, staring at you through the tiny screen, as if he had just seen the most erotic porno of his life.
But, after a few drawn out minutes of you both coming down from your orgasms, you moved.
You sat up quickly. Tossing your legs over the bed and placing your feet against the cold tile. You slowly stood, the covers dragging off of your shoulders as you turned towards the camera. Kick’s breath hitched as he watched you slowly stand from the bed, your legs shakily carrying your bare body towards the computer. Once you reached it, you reached one arm up to the corner of the screen, then your eyes moved directly into the eye of the lens. Kick stared back. With a smirk, you quietly muttered.
“I know you’re watching me you filthy perv…so why don’t you come and get me.”
Before you suddenly pressed a button on your computer, disconnecting the signal.
Kick shot up, not caring about his cock freely out, his chair flying back with the speed of him flying up.
His heart rate picked up. His body felt ice cold. He almost felt sick.
But a sudden smirk crossed his face.
Underneath his mask, he was grinning.
You knew.
You really were as smart as Merrick said.
But now that you knew, he didn’t have to pretend he was just watching out of suspicion now.
He wanted you, and he wanted you all to himself.
He quickly turned off his phone and shut down his computer, pushing his cock back into his jeans and turning swiftly on his heel as he made his way to the door, pulling it shut with a slam.
A lil Kick fic one shot :) tag: @blacktacmopsi MDNI
Kick, who is completely exhausted by the end of the work day—having spent all of it at various desktops and electronics—figured he’d slump into his bed and fall fast asleep as soon as he had the chance.
The latter didn’t quite happen yet, though. He lied awake, staring at the ceiling of the small room on base he was in, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Least im not sharing a damn bunk with Keegan again…he thought to himself, appreciating this rare privacy the team would get on other bases.
His mind wandered. The op, his work, did he turn off the light in that stuffy office? He figured eventually his overtired brain would give up and let him get some shut eye, but the more he focused on it, the further the possibility became.
He let his thoughts drift to whenever they wanted to go now. The crappy food that made his stomach ache earlier, who the hell serves food that out of date, even to soldiers? The poor mood Merrick had been in all day, old man needs to get laid or something…
And then you.
How hard you’d worked today, the way you seemed to not even notice anyone else unless you needed to, for the job. You were so busy, so capable and intelligent, perfect for the job, he’d thought.
His mind lingered there for a bit. The way your hair framed your face, the snarky expression you had when something really pissed you off, the way your uniform fit so snug around your thighs-
He tried to end that train of thought. You’re a colleague, after all, you hardly know him. He’s no stranger to a workplace crush, been there and unfortunately done that, but this wasn’t even a crush. You were just…there, with everyone else.
His brain was overactive now though, apparently the long days work wasn’t enough to make him anything more than mild to moderately sleepy. So he entertained it, just a little. Thought all about the way your ass looked when you bent over yesterday, how you bit your lip whenever you had to really concentrate.
Kick thought about that little gasp you made when you closed your finger up in a truck door last week, if he could ever make you gasp like that, in less painful circumstances.
He knew it wasn’t that wrong to think about you in such a way, it was just his imagination, right? This isn’t 1984, thought crimes don’t exist…he told himself. But still, he figured he should respect your dignity, yeah? You’d never know that he was wondering how soft your tits must be, or the way your face might twist up with pleasure if he were to sit you on his own…but it’d be kinda wrong, no?
The man closed his amber eyes as hard as he could, scrubbing his hands over his face with a tired sigh in an attempt to rid his brain of his thoughts, empty it out like an etch a sketch.
Only problem was, the half-hard issue he had in his pants now. He groaned a little out of annoyance, figuring he certainly had the privacy to slip a hand down into his boxers, but he couldn’t jerk off to what had caused the issue in the first place.
You.
Having imagined the way you’d look naked was one thing—what those pretty hips and legs would look like around his waist—but to touch himself to the thought of you? Of course he couldn’t do that, would he even be able to look at you proper the next day?
He sufficed for imagining some silly hentai video he’d watched recently, the seldom moments he had alone, he liked to capitalize on. His hand slid down the lower half of his stomach and cupped over the bulge in his pants. Kick let out a small sigh, shifting a bit more comfortably as he lied on his back in the rickety little bed.
His poor mind kept wandering as he gave himself a few squeezes, stiffening his cock up fully before slipping a hand into his pants, his length straining against his boxers now. He shook his head, attempting once more to rid it of your image. Trying to replace it with some big breasted anime woman, who was just some animated thing, really…nothing could ever beat having a real woman like you-
“For fucks sake…” he whispered out loud this time, huffing as he wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft. The silence of the room felt loud while he slowly stroked himself, forcing his mind to focus on literally anything else to get his rocks off on now. Anything but your pretty eyes or how fucking smart you are, damnit.
It worked for a while, too. He undid the button to his pants and slid them down his hips a bit, working his cock up out of the now slightly stained boxers. His tip was red and nearly aching with how desperate he’d gotten. Desperate to rub one out and be done with it so he could get some sleep. But the more he had to direct his mind back to whatever porno he could think of rather than what was organically popping up, the more he ended up chasing his orgasm.
It was nearing pathetic, really. His hips jerked up as he fisted his slick cock over and over and over, his back arching off the bed slightly while panting as quietly as he could, a quiet whine forced from his throat.
He didn’t want that guilt on his conscious, though. Jerking off to the thought of you? He was better than that, he’d already decided. But the more his mind lingered, the more he lost focus.
It wouldn’t be a big deal if he just indulged himself a little bit, yeah? It’ll only be for a moment…at this rate he could cum within a second, if he’d only let himself.
He tried, he really did. The thought of your lips on his neck and his fist being replaced by your cunt was hard to stave off, though. He shut a hand over his mouth, forcing down the whimper that bubbled up whenever his hand passed over his leaking head.
He felt a little guilty, but he couldn’t help himself. “They’ll never know…nobody will know…” he muttered roughly under his breath, the sound of his slick cock long having filled the room. Too late to think about the potential consequences of having the Walker boys on the other side of the wall, no doubt listening to this miserable display.
Kick couldn’t take much more of it. Breathing unevenly with his dick throbbing and pulsing in a balmy hand, he decided to let himself go, deal with any remaining guilt after the fact.
All it took was the thought of your eyes on him, calling out his name the same way you had earlier today, that had the poor operator covering his stomach in cum, groaning into his hand like some desperate whore.
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He was glad the next morning, to say the least, that you’d probably be out of his sights today. He’d be holed up in his office again, unlikely to be doing much more.
He could handle that, yeah? Seeing you would be the problem, having to face you after what he’d secretly done.
He walked out of his quarters, bags under his eyes, when he heard the door next to him opening. Shit, hope those two didn’t hear me…he prayed Hesh and Logan had been asleep already last night.
He must’ve been mistaken about who was bunked in the room parallel to him, though, when he saw you walk out, smirk only as concealed as you could manage…
Giving Simon Riley the silent treatment during sex (18+)
You are drunk and pissed all because Simon decided it was time to leave the bar. He threw you over his shoulder, patted your ass, told you that you have had way too much to drink and walked out like nothing was unusual about the scene. On the way home, you sat angled towards the window, giving him the silent treatment, and every time he tried to touch your thigh you dramatically pushed his hand away and huffed in annoyance.
Such a brat.
Simon knows exactly how to take care of his bratty lady, which is why the second the two of you walk into your shared apartment, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking towards the bedroom.
What he doesn’t see is the sly smile spreading across your face when you think of the best way to fuck with him.
You’re face down, cheek smooshed against the pillow, ass up, pussy bare to him behind you, and ready to get on with your evil plan. His hands find your hips, and he nudges his cock at your entrance. Your folds are soaking, glistening under the soft glow of your bedside lamp, and the second his tip pushes through your entrance, you’re biting your bottom lip and shoving your face even further into the pillow.
This will be harder than you thought.
A groan rumbles out from his chest, vibrating through your body, as his cock slides impossibly deep inside of your pussy. He knocks against your cervix, resting there to give you time to adjust, but he notices you not making even a single sound, not even moving a little bit and you usually are trying to squirm away from him right about now.
He tilts his head to the side in confusion, sliding his cock back out, and thrusting back in once more just to make sure his eyes and ears aren’t deceiving him. It knocks the air out of your lungs, it makes you want to run from his fat cock, but the alcohol sitting low in your belly gives you enough bratty will to keep up the act.
“What kind of game you playin’ at lovie,” he coos, rubbing one rough, calloused hand down the length of your back.
Simon rolls his hips against yours, his balls smacking against your clit ever so slightly, his cock stretching you out while your walls mold to his length. His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way your pussy swallows him with ease, watching the way slick leaks from your entrance and wets his skin.
“Gotta fuck the brat outta ya or what?”
Simon isn’t a man with much patience, although he has a lot more when it comes to you, but you are really pushing his buttons. When all you do is shove your face further into the pillow as he grinds his tip against your cervix, he knows what he has to do.
He grabs both your wrists, pulling your arms back towards him, forcing your face to lift from the pillows and he slams into you with one deep, rough thrust. Your mouth falls open instantly, a moan ripping free from your throat, and tears well up in your eyes from the force of his cock bullying your insides.
“Si… f-fuck- ‘s too m-much,” you whine, squirming your hips against him, trying to pull your arms from his grasp because you know he’s about to fuck you as punishment.
“There ya are. You can take it, can’t you lovie?”
And just as you thought, his pace becomes impossibly fast, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with little effort from how wet you are. Moans and whimpers fall free from your lips, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps as every thrust knocks the air out of you, and you can’t help but arch your back and silently beg for more.
“Feels good, don’t it? Thought you could get away with that when you’re this wet and tight around me,” he says, voice low and rough, his thrusts only picking up speed the more sounds pour into his ears from you.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no parts inside of you empty for too long. He pulls out and your pussy tries to drag him back in, he pushes all the way in and your pussy clamps down on his as if it never wants him to leave. He laughs quietly, watching your resolve crumble under a few hard thrusts, and he angles his hips with precision to hit every last spot you have.
“So g-good,” you manage to mumble out, your words cut off by an obscene moan.
He fixes his grip on your wrists when your skin grows warm and sweaty, keeping you in the perfect position with your ass arched and mouth uncovered. His balls slap against your clit, your body jerks from the sensation, and you feel the heat pooling in your lower belly faster than usual.
“Yeah? What about here,” he coos just before angling his cock right up against your sweet spot.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your climax immediately crashes over you. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock, dripping down his skin and onto the soft sheets below. Your pussy pulses around his length rhythmically, clenching down tight over and over again until your body begins to jerk with overstimulation as he rides out your high for as long as possible.
“Si… can’t t-take it,” you stutter, trying to catch your breath, but his pace never once let up on your poor pussy.
“Oh c’mon. Give me one more.”
He drops your wrists, watching as your fingers curl into the fabric below you, and his arm slides around your waist. He presses against your lower belly, groaning from the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you so deep before two fingers find your clit and begin to rub fast, tight circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Your face is smooshed against the pillow once more, but this time, moans and whines fall from you. Your eyes are shut tight, tears stain your cheeks, and your mouth hangs open ever so slightly as drool drips from your chin while Simon fucks you dumb. All the sensations bring you close to the edge again for a second time: his fingers against your clit, his cock rubbing your walls raw.
“Go ahead. Cum on my dick again, yeah? Be a good girl for me,” he coos, pounding into you faster, harder, deeper, anything to make you feel good.
His voice rumbles through you, landing right in the heat pooling in your lower belly the same as before, and you cum all over his cock for the second time tonight. Cream coats the base of him, each thrust spreading it further along his length, and he begins to drive himself towards his own release.
“So good fa me… gonna make me cum so deep in my lady.”
“Please, Si. Cum in m-me,” you beg, looking back over your shoulder, watching him fuck you relentlessly.
Spreading your cheeks apart, he watches your wet pussy suck him in, and with a guttural groan and a few more thrusts, he’s spilling his seed so deep inside of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out against your cervix with every twitch of his cock, filling you to the brim and leaking out when there’s no room left for anymore. It drips down your thighs, pooling with your own on the sheets below, and when his movements come to a stop he collapses on top of you.
He kisses the soft skin of your shoulder as he catches his breath, his warm, slick skin against your own, his hands roaming up and down your sides while his thumb draws slow, comforting circles. You melt into the bed, feeling satisfied, and sleepy with his weight on you.
Simon stands and walks to the bathroom, running a rag under warm water before bringing it to you and wiping up the mess he left. Tossing it into the laundry basket, he slides into bed beside you and pulls you into his chest where you instantly fall asleep and the bratty attitude is gone just like that.
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He'll have you sit on his lap naked, just so you'll get his jeans dirty. Something about it really makes his cock throb.
Or, he'll fuck you on his fingers while wearing his favourite pair of gloves before a mission, just so he has something to lick and smell when he gets lonely—and you do get a helluva fucking when your scent wears off his gloves sooner than usual. As if you can control that.
After one too many punishments for that though, you pushed him down and sat on his face while he wore his balaclava. Practically waterboarding the bloke with your arousal. Simon always loved when you were just as perverted as he was.
The thing that turns you on disgusts you the most? You'll be bent over in your kitchen, garden, laundry; and Simon'll come up behind you, shove his fingers in you before pulling them out before you can properly register what he's doing, walking off and sucking his fingers with a pleased hum.
You've scolded him for it countless times, yet the pervert doesn't care. Smiling at you in a way that from any other man? It would make your stomach twist in disgust. But from Simon? You can't get enough.
And yes, he is in fact the type of guy to pull your asscheeks apart so he can lick his thumb and press it against the spasming ring of muscle,
"If she keeps winking at me like this, I'll have to fuck her too." Growled in your ear while you whine in disgust, as if you don't have a pretty little collection of plugs in the back of your dresser already.
You and Simon just loved pretending like you were being corrupted by him.
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Incubus 141 that take turns disrupting reader's sleep
cw: smut
The first time it happens you play it off like a wet dream, sure it was embarrassing to wake up to your sheets sticky and your underwear tossed at the end of the bed, but you have to move on. Except that it keeps happening, every night a different man visits you in a dream, sometimes two at a time. You try not to blush when remembering how mean the one with a mohawk was when he made you suck him off while the pretty one was eating you out, biting your inner thigh every time you would cum without permission.
It all started with the one called John or at least that's what he told you to call him. Soon you would learn he was the oldest of the four of them. When he started kissing you, the flesh on your body started tingling, goosebumps forming all over your skin. You start feeling lightheaded the longer it goes, his hands roaming all over your body. He has a commanding tone to which your body reacts before you could even understand what's happening. He uses his tail to keep your legs open when you start squirming, you're not sure how long it lasts, but when you open your eyes in the morning your body feels sore and your knees buckle when you try getting out of bed.
The next one scares you, he wears some kind of mask that obscurs part of his face, body littered with scars. The thing that surprises you the most is the lack of horns compared to the others, only later when you would be pulling his hair and crying that it's too much, you'll feel the stumps hidden there. After that he wants you touching them all the time, never saying it out loud, but he guides your hand towards them, his face flushes and he starts panting the more you touch them. The sight makes you want to tease him just a little more.
The problem is that no matter how enjoyable they are, their visits let you more and more tired during the day. You're barely able to keep your eyes open as the hours pass by, chugging a third coffee or an energy drink and hoping it would do the trick, but it's no use. When you think you won't be able to go on any longer, the night visits suddenly stop. Regaining your sleep feels wonderful, but you can't help but miss them and toys can only do so much leaving frustrated most of the times.
Incubus 141 that had to leave you alone for a while until you regained your strenght, but now they're back, hungrier than they've ever been before. You don't mind if the four of them visit you at the same time, righ?
