Switch!Simon "Ghost" Riley pt. 2 || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
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You, who cant STAND the horrible heatwave engulfing the UK right now, with the heat only being a million times worse on base.
Youve finally made the decision to switch to summer uniform, opting for a tank top when able to do so, and thinner cargos. And occasionally having your hair tied higher up, rather than the standard low bun, on more casual days on base.
Weirdly enough though, your Lieutenant seems to be more evasive these days. He already was, to a degree, but he was now moreso than ever. You chalked it up to the extra layers and mask he wore, making the heat all the more unbearable for him.
Ghost who refuses to spar with you nowadays. You thought you had finally proved yourself to him, saving his ass on the last op, but apparently not!
You, who, rightfully, gets annoyed, confiding in the other sergeants to which they placate you as best they can, but it only riles you up even more!
Ghost who is entirely unused to seeing so much of you, having seen you as nothing but a capable soldier before this... only to learn that you were doing things to him. Things you had no right doing.
Ghost who cant stand the sight of the exposed nape of your neck, the very sight of it setting off something inside him, drgging his thoughts to nothing but being able to bite and ravish your soft skin. Night after night he thinks about you, you and your stupid neck that make him think impossibly dirty thoughts.
Gaz and Soap who know how much Ghost is going through it right now, and at the same time, pissing you off. They both share a wall with the Lieutenant after all, and know all about the effects you've had on him.
i'm baaack & i come with the gift of more Switch!Simon "Ghost" Riley.
Switch!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
cw: NSFW! Smut! Switch!Simon, Switch!Reader, edging, orgasm denial, (maybe?) minor objectification, oral (m!recieving), teasing, nsfw photos mentioned, some “chasing”, “fight” for dominance, “cock sleeve”, “good boy” “good girl”, cream pie… unprotected p in v, you get fucked against a wall because simon is too pent up and impatient. barely proofread.
Switch!Simon who’s starting to regret mouthing off to you earlier in the week. You were pestering him about the garage, which was littered with tools, and a half-taken-apart motorcycle he’s been working on repairing for about 4 months.
You were fed up. He has known this. But he honestly just couldn’t be bothered to pick everything up, since you did both agree the garage was his space for all of his (how you put it) “shit”.
But a few days ago, when you tripped over a stray wrench while bringing in groceries, you stomped up to him on the couch, yelling:
“Simon, I swear to god if you don’t pick up your shit in the garage I’ll—“
“You’ll what? Sweetheart, we both know whatever you say won’t be upheld. Tread lightly now.”
He meant it as a joke. Really. But when you clenched your jaw and scrunched your eyes at him, he almost believed your next words.
“You won’t come for a week.”
Almost. He laughed. Loud. Nearly choked on his beer, then rolled his eyes and went back to watching the football match on the TV.
He hasn’t laughed since.
Not after you kneeled between his legs, took his dick in your mouth, and gave him the best head he’s probably ever had— all messy, drooly, and sloppy, just how he likes— only to stop and walk away right before he was about to finish.
He was so gobsmacked that he couldn’t even wrap his hand around his dick to finish it himself.
He didn’t laugh when you bounced on his dick the next night, whining, and moaning his name so loud he was scared the neighbors might hear (again)— only for you to, once again, get up and off of him after you finished, leaving his dick aching and twitching.
“Please,” he begged, softly, quietly, embarrassed.
“Nope,” you hummed. “You know the rules.”
He bit back a whine as you walked away, towards the bathroom, to take a shower.
He wouldn’t break so easily, no… he wouldn’t… at least, that's what he told himself.
Until you sent an album's worth of photos to him while he was at work. Some with you in his shirt, kneeled in front of the mirror and lifting the hem of it just enough to expose that you definitely weren’t wearing anything under it. Another completely nude, sat on the floor, with your legs spread open and a smirk on your lips. And a third, with three of your fingers dug deep into your drenched cunt, your thighs shining, and the sheets beneath you darkened with the same sticky mess you created.
He’s not laughing now, as he races to pick up the garage before you get home from another shopping trip (for which he allowed you to use his card), tossing miscellaneous tools and parts into their rightful spots and out of the walkway. He’s soaked in sweat. The balmy, sweltering heat of the England summer has soaked through to his bones.
The garage is spick and span, probably the cleanest it’s been since you’ve both moved in, by the time you pull into the driveway. He watches as you swing your legs out of the car. You don’t even spare him a second glance as you pull out 3 large shopping bags, one of which he recognizes is from your favorite lingerie shop. He wipes his hands down his jeans, moving forward to help you.
“I’ve got it.” There’s no smile on your face, but there’s an undertone of amusement in your voice.
He’s expecting you to say something else. Tell him good job. Reward him. Let him fill your pussy, your throat— whatever. But you just walk by, hips swaying slightly as you enter the house.
Simon stands there like an idiot. Staring around the garage like maybe he forgot to put something away. Nothing. He did what you wanted, right? His jaw clenches slightly.
Switch!Simon who is now fed up with your little attitude. As you walk around the house in those short ass silk shorts he bought you, and a crop top that exposes the underside of your boobs every time you reach up into a kitchen cabinet.
He sits at the couch, watching as you go through the motions of making dinner. Fists clenching and unclenching, dick already half hard under his jeans.
Just after you’re finished chopping up the vegetables for dinner, he clears his throat.
“Yes?” You ask, faux innocence in your tone.
“You gonna help me with this?” He points to his crotch, leaning back into the couch.
“Ohhh,” you smirk. “I don’t know. Should I?”
Simon lets out a harsh sigh.
“I’ll rephrase,” he pauses. “You’re going to get over here, and suck my cock, like a good girl.”
You laugh. Actually laugh.
“Or what?”
“There’s no ‘or what’. I did what you wanted, now it’s your turn.”
He sees the smile fall from your face at his low tone. He’s not fucking around with you, and you know it.
“Make me.”
He’s standing before the words even register in his brain.
“Five.”
“Simon. You can’t be serious.”
He takes a step towards the kitchen. “Four.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m the one in charge.”
He scoffs out a laugh. “Three.”
“Simon…”
“Two.”
You’re backing away from the counter now, eyeing him from across the room as his foot comes over the threshold of the kitchen.
“One.”
You spin around quickly, making a break for the other side of the kitchen to run down the hallway. Simon’s too fast.
You writhe in his arms as he wraps them around your waist and hoists you into the air. Labored breaths fall from your lips as you try, and fail, to break free. Simon’s dick is fully straining in his jeans.
“Si,” you pant out as he spins you in his grip so you’re facing him, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist.
He pushes your back into the wall of the hallway, narrowing his eyes at you as you push against his chest.
“Give up,” he grunts out, pinning your wrists to the wall as he keeps you in place by pushing his hips into yours. “No point in fightin’ back now.”
You whine at his grasp, still trying to wiggle free.
“Okay,” you pant, letting your arms fall limp. “Okay. Okay. You win. Happy?”
Simon smirks, pushing into you harder, grinding his clothed cock into your pussy. You suck in a sharp breath and your eyebrows pinch together.
“Not quite.”
Switch!Simon who fucks you brainless against that same wall. Jeans pushed hastily half-way down his thighs, your silk shorts shoved to the side (no surprise, you’re not wearing anything under them) as he ruts into you at an impressive tempo.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” your swears warble with his thrusts, and your nails are digging so hard into his traps he swears you’ll draw blood.
“This what you wanted? Hm?” he grunts out, palming at your ass cheeks to keep you in place. “Didn’t want me to clean the—fuck—garage… jus’ needed me to fuck you senseless.”
You whine and arch your back into him. He’s close. So are you. He can tell by the way you don’t answer his question, and how your eyes screw tightly shut. He slows his hips.
“Look at me.”
Your mouth hangs open as you pant and blink at him a few times.
“You’re not coming,” he states. “You don’t get to.”
You whine, trying to gyrate your hips against his and his agonizingly slow thrusts.
“Nuh uh, uh,” he pushes his hips fully against yours, pressing you hard into the wall again. “You want me to fill this cunt?”
You nod.
“Words, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Si… please, please… need your cum…”
He thrusts slowly again.
“Then you don’t come, got it?”
You whine again, louder this time.
“Need you to agree, or else I’ll stop.”
“Fine! Just please fuck me!” You nearly yell.
Simon groans and picks up his pace again. He can feel you squeezing around him. God, he’s so fucking close.
“Such a good little cock sleeve for me, hm? Been using me to get off all week, now it’s my turn.”
Your hands grip at his hair as he peels you from the wall, bouncing you up and down his cock freely as you babble out incoherently.
“Such a good boy,” you whine.
Simon’s face twitches.
“So, so, good f’me,” you praise.
His knees start to feel weak as his orgasm approaches faster now. He whines, pressing his face into your chest.
“Stop it,” he whispers out. There’s no truth in the words. He loves it. Loves being praised. Loves being your good boy. Even when he’s in charge.
“Use me, Si,” you say breathily. “Need your cum… come in me, please.”
The band in his lower tummy snaps. His dick twitches inside of you as a sense of euphoria fills his entire body. He thrusts a final time, stilling his hips with his cock fully sheathed inside of you as he pants against your chest.
Switch!Simon, who, at the end of the day, knows you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger, even when you're a dripping, drooling, brainless mess bouncing on his cock.
spreading more Switch!Simon “Ghost” Riley propaganda mhm mhm
Switch!Ghost x Fem!Reader thoughts. (NSFW)
Simon “Ghost” Riley who loves pinning you against the mattress. One hand holding you down by the back of your neck as he plows into you from behind, his other gripping at your ass and spreading your cheeks so he can watch his dick slide in and out of your dripping cunt.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Takin’ it like a good girl, yeah?”
You’re just drooling into his pillow, whining each time the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.
AND
Simon “Ghost” Riley who lets you use him however you want. You’re sitting on his face, barely holding yourself up as he laps against your pussy. Your face is inches away from his achy leaking cock that you’ve been lazily stroking for the past ten minutes. Each time you pant out and your hot breath fans across the flushed tip, it jumps just a little and a helpless whine catches in his throat.
“Please,” he mumbles against your swollen clit. “Please put it in your mouth, baby.”
You just laugh a little, gently licking at the bead of pre-cum that threatens to drip down.
“Hmmm,” you hum, slowly grinding your hips against his face. “I guess you’ve earned it.”
AND
Simon “Ghost” Riley who edges you for twenty minutes straight after you decided to make a snarky comment to him. Using his fingers and tongue to get you just to the breaking point before pulling away and clicking his tongue at your whines and breathy pleads.
“Beggin' won’t help now, baby,” he taunts, wiping his slicked mouth with the back of his hands.
AND
Simon “Ghost” Riley who shakes and shivers as you pull another orgasm out of him. He’s shooting blanks at this point.
“No more, no more,” he whines as you lap at his cock, his wrists twisting in the ropes securing his arms to the headboard.
“Oh, you poor, sweet thing,” you hum. “Thought you wanted to come? You were begging for it earlier, remember?”
Simon’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you drag a thumb over his tip.
“Yes, yes, but-”
“I think you have one more in you, right, Si?”
His hips thrust slowly into your cum slicked hand. Even at his most overstimulated, he can’t deny it feels so fucking good. He whimpers as you guide his half-hard cock into your pussy.
“Yes, ma’am. Please make me come again. Please. Feels s'good– you feel s'good.”
grrrr! bark! bark! - me when i see my big boy könig
könig x gn!reader (i wrote the nsfw ones with fem!reader/a person with a uterus in mind, but they ended up still being gender neutral)
cw: sfw & nsfw!! (nsfw under the break), mentions of sex/sexual acts, most of these are relationship headcanons, some are just stand alone/könig specific... the nsfw stuff is explicit/detailed (i got carried away, of course), no description for 'reader'
i just brain dumped into a google doc incoherently for nearly an hour about these... so here's a few of them... also, i read through these but there might be typos... i can't be bothered to check again, so i'll do that later lol
sfw:
König can cook pretty well. He grew up with a strong woman figure (mother, or grandmother) that taught him.
Can bake too, but does not enjoy it.
Very tidy. Got that trait from the military.
Doesn't have a lot of decor up in his home (especially before you move in with him), but has a few paintings, large prints, or posters hung up in each room.
Prefers minimalistic decorations. Anything too crazy makes the space feel cluttered/messy.
Keeps his head buzzed since it's more comfortable under his gear.
He grew it out once in between missions, but it basically grew straight out from his head and stuck up in weird, unmanageable, ways.
Contrary to popular belief, I think he is very socially adept. Or, can at least fake it well enough.
He is a high ranking officer in the military... he simply cannot be soft, or shy, or nervous. He would not have made it.
He did have social anxiety growing up (canon), but once he entered the military, he quickly got over it.
He won't go out of his way to start up a conversation with a stranger, and typically keeps his response short if he is looped into one, but he can hold a polite conversation.
Dry/sarcastic humor ("heh... and they said i couldn't be a sniper.")
So incredibly bad at responding to texts that aren't urgent/work related.
He definitely has a separate personal and work phone. He forgets to check his personal phone a lot. Don't take it to heart though, he's a busy man.
He prefers/needs a partner that understands this as well, and won't get upset if he forgets to respond.
He also prefers a partner who can reciprocate his sarcasm, and not get super offended. He would never out right say anything that is offensive, or mean, but he can be quite blunt and monotoned, so his partner needs to understand that. Plus, he finds it endearing if you're able to banter with him.
I definitely feel like he prefers a partner with some sort of ambition. And especially wants someone who has a job.
Since he works a lot, and is gone on missions for weeks to months at a time, he can't be worried that his partner isn't thriving/is just staying at home all day, waiting for him to return.
An at home job is fine. He just wants his partner to be self-sufficient, so they don't need to worry about him, and he doesn't need to worry about them (let's be honest... he doesn't have time to worry).
Knows his big, and is proud of it.
In school, he might have slouched to make himself feel/look smaller, but now he holds himself straight and takes up space (also got that from military training).
Loves to touch and hold you.
He'll pull you into his lap by your hips as you walk by him sitting on the couch, then wrap his arms around you so you can't get back up.
He'll give you a kiss on the head, or cheek, as you're cooking dinner, and stand/sit near by to watch (and critique... lovingly, of course).
But he is not big into PDA. Holding hands is okay. Sitting close on public transportation is okay. But excessive kissing, cuddling, or groping is reserved for private.
Loves parallel play. Will pull up another chair next to his as he plays video games so you can read/do whatever it is that you want close to him.
He'll also just sit quietly and watch you as you do some sort of craft.
Honestly, he just loves being in your presence.
Sometimes he needs his space, closed off in his home office, especially after a long or hard day at work. But, he knows you understand and will respect it. And he will do the same for you.
nsfw:
Will absolutely smack your ass as he watches you cook. Not hard, but enough to make it jiggle just a little bit.
Sometimes, he'll search you out in your shared home just knead at your ass for a few moments, before wandering off to continue whatever we was doing.
Back to knowing he's big and proud of it....
Will absolutely manhandle you in bed.
He wants you on all fours? Boom. You're ass up before you can even think about moving.
Wants to hold you in his arms, spreading your legs as he stands and fuck you mid air? Easy.
In fact, that's one of his favorite positions. It's just so easy for him. Plus, you can't squirm away when you start getting overstimulated on his long, thick cock.
He does not want to hurt you. Ever. Even if you ask, he will not spank or choke you.
Hickeys are off the table too. He doesn't like giving them. Nor does he like receiving them. Thinks they're a little childish, which he does tell you.
He has no problem edging you though. Loves it, too.
He'll have you sit on his face until your legs are literally shaking and you're a whiny, blabbering mess begging for him to lick you, suck you, finger you, fuck you-- whatever he wants just so you can come.
Really likes watching you come undone. Yeah, that little attitude you had earlier? The sarcasm in your tone? Just melts away and you turn into putty under his touch.
His sex drive is pretty unpredictable.
Sometimes, he's exhausted and sore from training. Other times, he's about ready to pounce on you the second he comes home.
Prefers being in control. Once in a blue moon, he'll give it up. Just a little. He's still in control, but he likes it when you think you are. So, he lets it happen.
Not very vocal in bed.
He will praise you, though. Just because he likes how it feels when you squeeze around him as he does.
Swears too. A "fuck" as your sucking him off so messily there's drool dripping down his balls. A "so fucking tight" as you arch your back and bounce your ass back in times with his thrusts.
He'll grunt most of the time. Until he's about to come. Then his moans start to ring out. Like music to your ears. They pitch up as he spills over the edge.
If he's fucking you in missionary, he'll lean down and press his face into your neck. That's when you can really hear him.
Pants. Moans. A shaky breath as you scratch along his shoulders or biceps...
He may not like visible marks, but he can't hold back a shiver as you dig your nails in just slightly as you come around his cock.
As for aftercare... he'll hold you against his chest as you both come down from your highs.
He'll let you clean yourself up, use the bathroom, whatever, then it's back to cuddling and sweet little kisses on the top of your head as you start to doze off.
hope y'all enjoyed ;) likes, reblogs, comments, etc. are always appreciated <3 - tate
cw: sfw, unrealistic military standards and behavior, suspend your disbelief, silly fun, G/N reader, reader's friend is called a young lady once, reader is implied to be an adult entertainer but not really, just laugh its silly
also MDNI please 🔞
None of them were particularly jazzed about this arrangement.. you nor your friend were either. the music had long been turned off, the curtains opening to the dense forest behind the secluded cabin closed not 10 minutes after your new guests arrived.
could you call them guests?
4 foreign men head to toe in military gear, one of which completely masked.. these were NOT guests in your book, but your friend insisted in playing along if only to stay out of immediate danger.. you'd argue 4 british men with guns are immediate danger but according to them there was someone worse following behind.
there was very little introduction past names and even those werent what you were expecting. 'Soap? Ghost?' not exactly names you felt confident in.
"what do you 2 do for work?" the man with the mohawk was trying to be casual as he swept through your living room and kitchen, gun lowered but not cast aside by any means.
"content creators.." "actors." you spoke in unison with your friend
after clearing the house 'Soap' was comfortable enough to imply they had lost them in the forest, but the one with the beard 'Captain' was adamant about keeping a close ear out for anything outside.. hence your music being turned off.
"im really not interested in having my vacation interrupted by a federal crime," you mumbled to your friend who had joined you on the sofa. the both of you watched as the group of 4 rustled around the cabin, checking deadbolts, mumbling about potential escape routes and the like.
"yeah but im not in the mood to die.. and I think the one with the mask wouldnt have any qualms about doing it.." your friend whispered, but you didnt think it mattered considering 'the one with the mask' was now posted in a dining room chair, deep set eyes locked on the 2 of you.
"checked the whole house, no one else's 'ere. we should be good to wai' for Laswell's word.. Hopefully she can find us." the friendliest of the bunch, Gaz, had checked back in with the man in the mask, Ghost. even as he acknowledged Gaz's word's his eyes didnt peel away from you or your friend.
"I really dont see how this is allowed! I mean dont you need a warrant or something?!" you were trying to give at least Gaz some grace. he seemed the most reasonable when they first snuck in through the cellar door being the first to lower his weapon at the sight of 2 young adults armed with fire pokers and bear spray. however when he assured you they didnt want to do any harm, you weren't necessarily at mercy to do anything but go along with their plan considering the guns!
and the guy in the mask! everyone just seemed to be ok with the guy wearing a hard skull face plate. meanwhile you were left dumbfounded staring into the eyes of a 6'4 grim reaper sitting in a dainty rich people dining room chair. you hated them, but at least you were more secure in their construction with him sitting on them
"I know this is stressful but we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible.." Gaz raised his gloved hands, "you have my- our- word," he gestured to Ghost.
"yeah. our word.." Ghost echoed.
"im having a hard time believin-"
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
certainly there was not THIS much traffic at night at a remote private cabin.. after the look you shared with your friend the 2 of you shot nervous glances at your "guests."
"are there more of you?" your friend asked directly.
Gaz shook his head, his hands instinctively going back to his gun. Shockingly you found Ghost at your side much quicker than you'd expect someone of his size to move.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Soap flicked the music back on, lower volume than before and slipped behind the kitchen bar counter gun in hand.
"what the fuck is going on here," you were trying to keep your voice low but it was slowly rising to a panic.
your heart was suddenly in your throat and before you realized it the man they called Captain was leaning down speaking directly to you and your friend.
"need you to cover for us. just tell em.. we aren't h-"
"im NOT doi-"
"if those men out there know we're in here all of us are dead do you understand me?"
"said y'r actors, yeah? put onna show.. like we ain' 'ere," Ghost leaned down gesturing towards the door.
he lead you with his gloved hand by the shoulder, firm and heavy. you werent supposed to be finding reassurance in him but yiu couldn't find it anywhere else. He broke from you to tuck for cover across from his captain. set a few feet back from you and your friend behind the walls of where the foyer opened to the living room, Ghost and the Captain readied their weapons. Soap and Gaz had clear shots to the door from the kitchen and living room respectively, all you could do was pray they didnt get you in the process.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNO-*
"coming! coming sorry!" you pretended to rush to the door with your friend in tow.
the large wooden door popped open to a small group of more men.. in more military gear. head to toe in black, all of them masked except one in the front. you assumed he was the one knocking.. a blonde man with a suspicious smile and a black spade patch.
he stared down at the 2 of you, all of them did.
"uhm.. can we help you?" half of your body was tucked behind the door, your friend poking out fro. behind.
"you 2 haven' seen any.. fugitives around have you? about 4 of em? got guns nd a man with a skull mask. real dangerous." you wondered if he turned up his southern twang to try and disarm you or if that really was how he talked.
you shared a look with your friend before.. a little lightbulb flicked on in your head. a friendly smile stretched across your face and you opened the door a little wider. Ghost and Price glanced at each other and started to ready their guns a little higher before your tone shifted.
"oh! I see! you guys are the actors!" you laughed. keeping your tone teasing and flirty, reached out to touch the blonde man in front of you.
quickly your friend fell in line giggling and snickering as they approached the masked men further behind the man who spoke. "i thought they were supposed to be firefighters!"
almost immediately there was chatter and bickering amongst the men, some of them trying to maintain complete professionalism and a few strays egging on the sudden shift.
the blonde laughed and slipped from your grasp, putting his hands up to imply no touching on the job or at least not in front of his men. he slipped a hand into one of his many pockets and pulled out a sleek card adorned with the same spade as his patch.
"aht aht, your handsome firefighters must be runnin behind schedule, beautiful. if you see the men we're lookin for give me a call. its pertinent.. national security."
"oh that's so scary! are we safe here Misterr..." your friend let their words trail off, implying they were asking for a name.
"Graves. Commander Graves," he shifted his weight, looking behind and passed the 2 of you into the house. seeing no signs of life he returned his eyes back down to the 2 of you. " 'Nd yes young lady you will be just keep your doors n windows locked.."
"thank you so much! and I hope you find them.. Commander," you put a soft flirtatious lift on your voice, looking up at him from the card in your hands.
he nodded to you and then to his men to send them off to their unmarked military vehicles.
"stay safe now."
"you too, thank you!" you and your friend were smiling until you returned inside. trying to stay completely natural until you were out of sight of the windows they could see you through you finally fell into the waiting lap of your sofa.
legs like jello and heart beating throughout your entire body now the adrenaline of what you had done finally making you crash. and your friend wasnt far behind, collapsing on the other sofa with a loud groan.
"grea' work," Ghost looked down at you from behind the sofa, arms crossed axross his wide chest. "maybe we'll get ya into some espionage." you could almost hear his smirk and it pissed you right off.
"NOT FUNNY," you yelled into the cushions.
"fuckin Shadows.. hate the bloody fuckers" Soap peeped through the sliver of open curtain, watching their taillights slowly disappear..
"while we wait for Laswell.." Gaz said a little too casually
"go' any tea..?" Ghost followed up, following behind Gaz to the kitchen.
