AAAAAA I LOVE YOU??? the konig going down on insecure reader, I’ve been looking for something just like that forever but I’ve been to shy to request it to anyone in fear of it sounding wierd😭you’re an angel!! Could you maybe write something with the same trope but with another character, Ghost maybe?🫶🏼
aww, anon🥺 I love you too❤️ you're not weird for requesting something like that, i'm sure a lot of us deal with it and it helps to live vicariously through fiction😂 feel free to request stuff✨✨
Ghost is a little quieter and less demanding about it because he's afraid of pushing your boundaries. he, of all people, know what it's like to have people crossing a line he's not comfortable with and he doesn't want to do that to you.
but he does ask at one point and he hates the way you freeze and shy away from the request. there was a lot of reassuring on his part that he really wants to do this for you more for himself but he doesn't tell you that. it took a lot to get your consent and even then, even when he had your panties on the floor and he was kneeling between your legs, you looked like you were ready to bolt out of the room at any given moment.
he decided, for now, he's not going to tease you and just go for it in case you were going to back out. and it's not because he's selfish and wants to hurt you, no. he wanted to show you how good it can feel and that there's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of.
he locks his arms under your thighs so you can't escape his mouth as he cards his tongue through your folds. but get this: he doesn't know just how much he's been waiting to taste you until that very moment and he doesn't anticipate the need to fucking eat until your clit rests against his tongue.
and he doesn't want to overwhelm you. after all this is your first time receiving oral, but his control is slipping. fast. and the knowledge that he's got you right where he wants you, that he's made sure you can't escape his grasp, it doesn't help at all.
he groans into your cunt before he can restrain himself and fuck, every ounce of control leaves his body and he's licking through your drooling pussy before he can even think to stop. he's not as feral, not as wild, but just as incessant. like he wants you to enjoy it, he does, but he can't stop the want to taste you more for his own pleasure than yours.
and it's so good, it's so so good that you melt into the bed and your legs are shaking with the way he swirls his tongue around your swollen bud. your thighs become his new pair of earmuffs and his hands slide under your back to bring you back and keep you still when you squirm too much.
it doesn't take too long for the high to splinter you from within. you're grabbing his hair before you even think about it and arching your fluttering pussy when you gush into his mouth. and when his grip on your thighs eases as he soothes you back down to earth with gentle strokes and you think he'll stop then.
but no. no, far from it.
his grip tightens again and you whine, trying and failing to move your hips away from his eager mouth, but he doesn't let you. he holds you down, the vigour in his tongue returning with a vengeance. you think the next orgasm is going to kill you because the only time he gives you a break is when he breaks his mouth away from your cunt to say; "just one more, luv."
with the dazed look in his eyes, you doubt he even knows he's lying. but you let him have you anyway.
im going feral at the idea of biker!simon visiting you at work to bring you a little care package when you sent him a quick message, saying how tired you are :(
"hey, sunshine?" rosie asks as she stops by your desk. "someone's here askin' for you."
you would've jolted in panic at the unexpected summoning but rosie is cheekily grinning at you, her dimpled smile making her look a whole lot brighter, her exhaustion for the day easing off just a bit.
it makes you smile back.
"oh?" you say, standing up from your desk and following her towards the breakroom. "is it my prince charming?"
"i'd love to think so." you didn't expect the familiar drawl of simon's voice and you startle, whipping to face him, your eyes wide in surprise as a gasp punches itself from your lungs.
rosie slips from your mind altogether.
"hey, baby," simon greets when you remained unmoving, too stunned to know how to act. rosie giggles from behind you before hearing the familiar patter of her feet as she leaves, giving the two of you space.
"why're you here?" you finally get to respond, holding onto your excitement as you rove your eyes over your lover, cataloguing the box held in one of his hands and his helmet in the other. he must've driven here directly from the shop.
"you said you weren't feeling too good so i'm here to drop off some goodies." he shrugs as he closes the distance between the two of you before presenting you the box. you take it with trembling hands. "it ain't much but i hope it's enough to last you 'till later in the afternoon, and i promise: we'll do all that you want, yeah?"
he reaches forward to brush your hair away from your face, huffing a fond smile when he catches the way you sniffle. you're still not used to being spoiled and simon adores your shy reactions – eyes ducking away to hide from his, your teeth trapping your bottom lip to nibble on. he hopes one day you will shake away the shyness and start demanding from him. start being confident in what it is that you want.
(you can even ask simon for the stars and he won't find it unreasonable; he will claw his way into the heavens and pluck them out for you. sometimes it terrifies him how you make him feel a love so strong, it triumphs over anything and everything. but often times, simon basks in it. basks in the way his love for you overflows until it creates a crashing tide, ready to sweep him away.)
"thank you," you whisper as you slot yourself in his arms, hiding your face on his chest, breathing in the leather. you sigh wistfully when you feel him pat your head, reassuring. caring. loving.
simon kisses the top of your head. "it's no problem at all, love." he smiles down at you when you pull back just enough to stand on your tiptoes and peck him on his lips. "i'll see you later, yeah?"
you nod, falling back into his arms.
("jesus, sunshine. that is one big boy," rosie says as the two of you watch simon walk out of the office, his unmistakable bulk stark against all the exhausted office workers ambling about.
i've been thinking a lot about this ghost x fem!reader smut drabble where he makes you look at yourself in the mirror while he fucks you and well, consider this a part two.
warnings: smut (minors dni thanksssss) fem!reader, mirror sex (obvi) Simon is very teasing.... a lot of praise
here's my masterlist if you want more....
Soon enough, the lone mirror on the bedroom wall wasn't enough for Simon. You had accidentally led a horse to water and he would not stop drinking.
He made good use of the mirror in the bedroom, but it wasn't uncommon to find yourself bent over the bathroom counter, face mere inches away from a mirror fogged up by the shower the two of you had taken together. It was like some primal need developed in Simon, and he fucked you with such passion it left your mind reeling.
But things really changed when a mirror was installed on the ceiling over the bed.
You thought it was going a bit far, and honestly, you weren't sure Simon would be satisfied until the entire room was covered in a reflective sheen. How was he even supposed to benefit from it, anyway? The ceiling? Really?
It wasn't until he had you on your back, pinned underneath him, that you realized that the mirror wasn't for his pleasure; it was for yours.
It was enough for you without the mirror, really. Feeling the way his cock bullied itself into you, brushing against your walls with such fervor you felt like you were going to burn from the inside out. Even just the way he looked at you made your body threaten to come undone.
But that fucking view?
That view of your legs spread wide to accommodate Simon's hips as he pressed himself into you over and over again? That view of the tense muscles in his back, tight with the way he supported his own weight as he leaned down to press hungry kisses to your neck? Fuck...
He must have known by the way you tightened around him that you had realized what the mirror was for, and you felt him grin against your neck.
"Enjoying the view, love?" he asked. His voice was low and surprisingly even, despite the pace his hips were rutting into you.
You couldn't even think of what to say in response to him. All you could focus on was him. You wrapped your arms around his torso where the tips of your fingers dragged long lines across the skin of his back. In slow succession his muscles tensed and twitched under your touch, and it was the first time that you ever got to really see it for yourself.
Simon's hand slowly trailed up your throat until he grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up more as if your eyes hadn't already been focused on the mirror above you. The longer you stared, the more you felt your brain melt into mush.
"Look how fuckin' beautiful you are. Takin' me so goddamn well, sweetheart," he mumbled, the huskiness in his voice thick. His grip on your jaw tightened, but only slightly as his lips pressed against your ear. "I wanna hear you say it. Say how pretty you are, love."
You tried, you really did, but it felt like every single nerve in your body was fried from ecstasy. Fingers continued to dig into the rigid muscles of his back as you parted your lips to say something but nothing rolled out but a high pitched moan.
Not satisfied with your pathetic attempt at an answer, Simon buried himself deep inside of you and then stopped every single movement. You were so full of him. All you could focus on was the tip of his cock and how it prodded the deepest parts of you that had you squirming underneath him.
"C'mon," he urged. As if the playful tone in his voice wasn't enough, you could see the side of his cheeky grin in the mirror as he tilted his head to plant a kiss on your cheek. "Say it."
"I- fuck," you cursed. Right as you tried to speak, Simon pressed more weight against your hips, which sent a sparking jolt throughout your body. "I-I'm pretty..."
A dark hum rumbled in Simon's chest as his fingers let go of your jaw and moved so that his hand could brush along your cheek instead. "Yeah?" he prompted.
"I'm s-so fucking pretty," you repeated, this time with more confidence.
Without warning, Simon continued his thrusts, and the pleasure ripped through you so violently you swore it was going to tear you apart. Your vision blurred as your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched off the bed. Even with your eyes shut you could still see the image of Simon's body hovering over yours as he fucked you senseless.
"Atta girl," he praised, his thrusts becoming more needy and almost desperate. "Beautiful girl. My gorgeous fuckin' girl. So goddamn perfect, and don't you ever forget that."
What about husband!Simon Riley who has a lactation kink 🤭
Having sex with him for the first time after giving birth and accidentally sucking some warm, sweet milk from readers plushy breasts </3
OHHHY MYYYYY GOODD IM GARLGING FROM YESNESS
hands squishing and kneading the dough of your tummy, cock gently rutting into you in fear of injuring you, mouth peppering kisses along your collarbone.
‘pretty girl..’
‘si—gosh..’
‘oh—fuucccckkk, feel’so good.’
simon grunted into the skin of your chest, your legs curling around his hips for some stability, heels digging into his back warily—eyes fluttered shut as he gently fucked into you.
‘tell me f’im hurting you, love..’
‘keep going..please.’
his mouth moved to latch onto your breast, peppering kisses around the bud if your nipple, his free hand moving up to grope at the fatty flesh tenderly, tongue slowly swirling over it—before his mouth lowered to nibble and suckle on it, hips increasing in speed slightly.
‘simon..’
you gasped .
‘comeon, mama…’
he growled, listening to your whimpers as you ou mewled out, hand moving to grasp at his forearm, mouth hung open as you murmured, trying to push his head off.
‘can’t—im feeding..’
you insisted, but he just continued—eventually pausing and looking up at you with hazy eyes, lifting his mouth away and smiling, addams apple bobbing as he swallowed, sticking his tongue out as your eyes contorted in realisation, looking down at him.
‘oh!—….did you just..?’
‘quiet.’
within seconds, he was back down and sucking on your doughy breast, humming contently as he rutted into you with ambition now, listening to your choked moans and bubbly babbles, hand moving down to rub quick circles onto your puffy clit, mouth agape as you huffed, thighs trembling and letting out a soft squeal as your orgasm washed over you.
‘ohh..! nmmggghh..’
‘jesus, woman..’
simon groaned, slowly pulling out of you and fucking his fist, watching his semen splatter across your stomach, lifting a dabble with his finger—sliding it into your lips and watching you suckle on it, before pulling your head away.
Warnings: Implied Smut, Mean! MW2, Dominant! MW2, Victim/Reader Blaming, Slut-Shaming, Reader Getting Pimped Out, Mention of a Leash, Allusions to Injury, Mentions of Blood, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.
Ghost
Ghost is a territorial man. So seeing you flash not only him but Johnny as well made something in him simmer.
It wasn’t rage, for this little accident, regardless of how intentional it was, was not your fault. If he had to place it, he’d attribute it to…
Lust.
As was evident in how he excused himself from the gathering of the 141 and Los Vaqueros in your living room, grabbing you by your arm.
He stowed you away. Dragged you to a desolate laundry room and gripped you by your thighs. You gasped, gripped onto him. Felt something hard rub against you.
Ghost threw you atop the washing machine and gave you a harsh stare as he watched you try to fight the feeling building within from the machine’s buzzing and shuffling.
“Go on then, Doll,” he rasps, eyes hard and the throbbing monster between his legs harder. He palmed himself. Remorse was not in his nature. And neither was mercy.
“Seein’ as you were practically beggin’ the others to fuck you, go and put on a show.”
His voice lowered. He stood between your legs, frame blocking you from any form of help or salvation.
“Just for me.”
König
König had been sat on your sofa, an action figure in a house for a doll half his size, and you’d bent over to retrieve something from beneath the TV cabinet.
The fact that you were wearing a pair of König’s shorts was already clouding his moral compass. Seeing your underwear peeking out beneath them was what sent him over the edge.
As you remained bent, cheek pressed to the floor as you reached for what you’d lost, you didn’t hear König approach. Didn’t know he’d even moved from the sofa until something thick and hard was pressed to the back of you, followed by two heavy hands holding you at the waist, and a slow, shuttering breath.
“Don’t move,” König told you. “Stay like this.”
Slowly, he pressed deeper into you. You could feel his restraint unwinding second by second.
It was when he bent over you, had his broad chest pressed to your back, that you knew you weren’t escaping. And you weren’t backing down.
“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you cum, bleed or pass out.” König’s voice held no humour, but you could feel the franticity building in it.
He reached round, gripped your chin. Made you look at him. His smile was sharp, his features dark.
“Whichever comes first.”
Soap
Johnny pulled the leash tighter around your throat when you tried to protest your innocence. Tried to make him see reason.
“Doesn’t matter that it was ‘just an accident’.” He mimicked you, made you sound weak, whiny. His eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. His knuckles turned white around the leash.
His shadow loomed over you from your position on the bed, on your hands and knees while Johnny presided over you with an iron fist.
Tears obscured his silhouette. Made your eyes glassy.
“Aww, Did I upset you, Bonnie?” Johnny’s tone held a gruffness that didn’t even try to hide the anger running beneath.
He huffed, a mocking laugh.
“How’d’ya think I felt when you were practically spreading your legs for Simon?”
Again, you tried to tell him what really happened. Tried to incur any fragment of mercy Soap would spare you.
He pulled on the leash again. Tighter. You gasped, hands flying up to the leather around your neck, trying to loosen it – to plead for Johnny’s favour – as the air was knocked out of you.
“Oh no, you don’t get to talk.” He said. He stepped to you. The bulge in his jeans became ever more noticeable. Impending.
“M’gonna use you like the whore you are ‘til my cum’s leaking out of every hole in your body.”
Valeria
“Do I look like I fucking care, Darling?” Valeria circled you, her belt wrapped around her hand, a glint of darkness in her eye.
Wrists and ankles duct-taped to the chair, you could do little to follow her. To understand her intentions.
“Do you really think whatever little lie you pass off as an excuse can quell the fire you’ve set?”
Before you could attest your innocence, beg for forgiveness, Valeria’s belt came down across your thighs. Crying out, you flinched, tried to withdraw, pushing your chair back in the process.
Valeria lunged forward and gripped the chair by the arms, pressing your skin into the wood, and dragged you back.
Her face twisted into a visceral snarl, the portrait of evil.
“Please, Valeria, I’m begging you–”
“Oh, you’ll beg for me, alright.” Valeria looked down at you, her face to yours. Just shy of your noses touching. With bared teeth, she smiled.
“I won’t stop until you do.”
Price
“If you wanted attention that badly, you could’ve just asked.”
Price had your arms and legs bound to a hard, wooden chair while a thick ream of cloth had your mouth gagged. He stood over you, arms crossed over his front, a glint in his eye. He sighed, brought his hands to grip your tied forearms. Pressed them into the armrests.
You winced.
“What…possessed you to go and show your arse to Alejandro and the rest of the team?” His voice reflected a tone of ponderment found only in Sarcasm’s extended family tree. And it showed with the faux confusion written in his brow.
“Do I just not cut it for you?” He leaned in. The chair creaked. Your arms hurt. He didn’t let up.
“Am I not enough to keep you from throwing yourself at the nearest soldier?”
He watched you, his stare narrow. You shook your head, eyes wide. You tried speaking through the gag, tried to tell him that he was the only man you loved, but you both knew your efforts were futile.
He withdrew, gripped his belt, adopted his default stance. He heaved a deep breath.
“Come in, lads,” he called behind him, not taking his gaze off you. Your stomach tightened.
A thin smile stretched across Price's lips as he watched your eyes widen, your gaze following Simon, Soap, Gaz, Rudy and Alejandro as they filtered into the room.
Price bowed at the waist, lowered his voice so only you could hear.
“Seeing as you’re so keen to show ‘em what’s under your clothes, I’m gonna let them use you ‘til you’ve learnt your lesson.”
Horangi
Hong-Jin popped the top button of his jeans, keeping his gaze trained on you, spearing you with a dark stare.
“Did you enjoy giving König and I a little show, Dear?”
Sarcasm nestled in his tone, a viper in a den. But the excitement running parallel beneath it, just shy of its transparent underbelly, was evident.
Hong-Jin slid the zip of his jeans down. Pulled the denim over his hips.
“It’s only fair that I…” He took your hand, placed it at the hem of his underwear. Dipped beneath the band.
His skin was scorching. Something pulsated beneath your fingers.
The implication sat heavy in his tone. In his eyes.
“Return the favour.”
Alejandro
“I didn’t know I was dating such an attention-seeking whore.”
Alejandro’s voice was the roll of thunder across a darkened valley, the weight of a downpour of knives settled into his tone.
Hands behind his back, he stood over you, having resigned you to sitting on your knees, the hardwood floor pushing against your joints.
“Luckily for you, I’m not the type to hold grudges.” A smile played at his lips. One you knew not to trust.
“But he is.”
Alejandro looked to the door, where, from beyond its frame, emerged Rudy. His face held a similar, serpentine pallor, his lips drawn up into a thin smile. Venom in his veins.
“Wasn’t expecting to get blue-balled by (Y/N) earlier, Ale,” came Rudy, his usually sugared demeanour having dropped, the veil between what he was and what he showed to the world slipping away. Retreating.
Alejandro gave him a knowing look. He turned back to you.
“Why don’t you be a good little doll and put your face to the floor. Just like we practised.”
The memory of leashes, lashings and tears flooded your memory. You held back a wanton whimper.
Alejandro’s voice dropped. “And let Rudy see the rest of what you promised him.”
Rodolfo
“I don’t want to have to do this, Cariño. Rudy stood over you, his hands on your shoulders and his face dark. Grim.
His hold on your shoulders tightened.
“But I can’t let your behaviour go…”
He searched your eyes for the right word. His brow furrowed when he found it.
“Unchecked.”
He sighed. Pushed down on your shoulders.
“Come on, Angel. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” He told you, pushing harder until you bent to his will.
Now, on your knees, you could see how desperately he needed you.
One hand came to your jaw, thumb trailing to your lip, pulling your mouth open. The other slid down to his belt, sliding it from the buckle. It hissed, pulled tight against the metal. You swallowed.
Rudy’s breath shuttered, and you could tell from the way his hand clenched, the way he slipped the belt from his jeans like a snake, that he was enjoying this. Much more than he wanted to let on.
“Now remember, mi Amor, no teeth, no biting.” His head tilted. Condescending. “Or I’ll bite you back.”
Graves
He can barely contain himself.
It was only the briefest of flashes. It wasn’t even intentional. But something about your shy smile after the fact once you realised what you’d done sent a vicious little idea to Graves’s head.
He starts stealing all your underwear. Gradually, yet in large enough volumes that he doesn’t have to wait longer than he can handle without his reward.
One day, you come into his office, face warm and tugging an oversized shirt over the top of your thighs.
“Missing something, Darlin’?” Graves drawls. Your eyes narrow at him. You know he’s had something to do with your underwear’s disappearing act.
He puts his papers down, sighs, and rests the back of his head in his hands against the backrest of his chair.
“How about you flash me again. Slowly, now.” His eyes glint with a dark mischief and want.
“Y’don’t wanna know what happens if you don't do it the way I like it.”
Gaz
“Oh, Darling, look what you’ve done,” Gaz’s voice carried despite the thickening tension in the room. Neither of you needed to look down to see what he was referring to.
Despite the chastising tone in his voice, his eyes were warm. Kind, almost.
“If you wanted my attention so badly, you only had to ask.”
He stepped towards you, placing a hand under your jaw. He smiled.
“It’s only fair that I reward you for being so creative, isn’t it ?”
His other hand came to your shoulder, pushing the strap of your tank top until it fell, leaving the sweeping juncture between your neck and shoulder exposed.
Has bit back a shuttering breath.
Despite his gentile voice, an angeline choir, the soundtrack of mercy, there lay a hunger in his eyes, in his barely-restrained grip, that suggested a beast lurked beneath his pretty boy exterior.
And you knew from the way he told you to “Get on the bed – be good for me,” that you’d be seeing it tonight.
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Orgasm Control: Loves overstimulating you to the point where you're begging him to stop while you're crying and whimpering. Pushing your hips down everytime you try to squirm away. If he feels even meaner he will edge you for hours on end. Hearing you beg only fuels him more and pushes him to keep on edging you. Getting you so close to release only to take it away from you making you whine in frustration.
Deep Throating: At first you struggled a lot with it but after some training of him slowly filling your mouth wider and wider you can take him fully. Loves feeling your throat swallow around him. Of course he always makes sure to give you chances to tap out but he just loves feeling you choke around his massive length. Watching the tears slowly build up in the corner of your eyes while you look up at him with those pretty eyes.
❥ König
Primal play: One of his favourite fantasies is making you wear a collar with a bell and then let you run out into the woods. Feeling the thrill of hunting for you and then when he finds you pounding into you roughly. Groans when he hears the bell jingle everytime he slams into you. Pulling you back by your hair and just taking you.
Size Kink: The first time you sat in his lap the actual size difference between you two dawned on him. How small you are in his lap and how he can just tower over you. He loves how he can just pick you up with his massive strength and fuck you while standing. Not even letting you touch the ground while feeling your tiny body trembling in his arms. Will also hold both of your wrists above your head with only one hand if you struggle too much.
❥ Captain Price
Impact play: Having you bent over his lap while he's sitting on the bed is one of his favourites scenes. Hearing you whimper out his title everytime he spanks you. If you've been annoying him a lot he will make you count them and if you mess up or dont thank him he will start over without mercy. Will rub the beautiful red marks on your ass and thighs afterwards.
Collaring: At first he wasnt very interested but when he saw you wear one for one of your outfits he was not able to take his eyes off of it the entire day. The next day he immediately orders one online with a leash.
Loves having you sit on your knees next to him or infront of him. It gives him easy acces to pull you towards him by your collar or your leash.
notes: squirting is when a female orgasm releases a large amount of secretion due to pleasure.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, panting, sweating, you clung to your husband, moaning into his neck as his low growls quieted down, his hips paused, gently resting you back onto your back as he hovered over you.
his lips never left yours, kissing you down onto the mattress as he rests your thighs on his, soothingly running his hands over each shin, fingers trailing up and down the skin to relieve your trembling legs,
"oh, you did so good, sweetheart,"
his voice cooed, lips dragging down your cheek, fingers moving into your inner thigh. his hungry eyes flickered up to yours, tongue dancing across your skin as your breath sped up.
wet, dripping, slick, your thighs were covered in your own juices, the pleasure he forced out of you, screaming his name as your eyes blew wide, body spasming,
"you did so good, sweetheart, making such a pretty mess."
your cheeks were already flushed, cunt too, but god, did that gruff make your whole body feel ablaze. you looked down at him, eyes red, teary, stained cheeks as they blush, hoarse voice stuttering. he wasn't wrong, your bedsheets were 5 shades darker from being wet, sticking to the form of the mattress. you looked between your thighs, almost embarrassed, but he couldn't stop staring. keegan smirked at you, licking his lips as he stared at the stains on his sheets.
the skin of your thigh were covered in a mix of your sweat and his, your juices, his cum dripping out of your hole as it follows the line of your inner thigh. you looked how he likes his girls, how he likes you.
messy.
his resting finger inched closer to your sloppy cunt, rough callouses circling your clit as you spasm. a low chuckle left his lips, fanning across your collarbones, ravenous blue eyes memorizing your spinning irises.
"i can't imagine just how good you would taste,"
he sighs, that same finger rubbing over your clit, pressing, watching each sound that was drawn out of you, doing them over and over again just to hear it from you again.
of course, a hungry man was always a greedy one.
soon enough his finger was nestled inside of you. you gasp, just as you did only minutes before, fingers digging into his bicep as you moan his name, eyes locking with his. just as quickly as it filled you, keegan's hand retreated, drawing up before your lips,
"help me out, yeah? tell me what you taste like."
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IM GOING FUCKING CRAZYHSHS FUCKING FERAL. also i finally figured out how to make it hot pink like ive wanted it to be for the ktober theme so imma change every photo now 😭
cw. nsfw, afab!reader, strength kink, manhandling, mask kink, slight gear kink, nipple play *not proofread, just pure horny
[I don’t want to talk about the inspo for this fic]
kinktober masterlist
MINORS DNI!!
The sudden thumps of his boots ricochet off the hardwood floors. He towers over you as you lay on the couch, staring up at him all doe-eyed and pretty. Ghost grabs your face. his fingers smoothing your cheeks together and making your lips pucker. "Not a word out of you. All I want is to hear you scream for me, understood?" You meekly nod in his grip.
Ghost forces your thighs open, slotting himself between them. He pays no mind to the ripping of your clothes, simply watching how you tremble. He can only push his military-issued pants so far before he's blocked by his thigh holsters. Though it's still enough to let his aching cock out, cum pearling on his tip. His gloved hands are rough on your skin, bound to leave you bruised from how hard he's gripping you.
Without a formal warning, Ghost hooks your legs over his elbows before pushing into you. The stretch burns, hot and ready as he sinks deeper under your skin. As much as you wished for just a second of reprieve, you knew that he wouldn't give it to you. You're clawing at his holsters so hard, you think they might rip. Ghost lands a quick smack to your cheeks, grabbing your face to look up at him. "Eyes on me, pet." His voice is hoarse, a deep baritone that touches the depth of your soul. Much like how his dick is reaching the depth of your soul too.
His touch was as rough as his voice, moulding and shaping you to be whatever he wanted, whatever he needed. And what he needed was a toy, an outlet. You were his favourite outlet, soft sand warm in all the right places. The tears streaming down your cheeks only fuel Ghost to push harder, pressing you into the couch and staking his claim as he paints your swollen cunt with his seed.
He doesn't stop after the first. His current need is to see your pretty clit twitching and covered in your mixed fluids. He wants to see the way your thighs quivered after the orgasms he's given you. Ghost watches your pretty tits bounce under the loose fabric of your shirt for a moment. Not a second later, the shirt is thrown somewhere else and it taters. He gropes your chest tightly, pinching and playing with your stiff nipples.
Ghost pulls his mask up his nose roughly, letting his warm tongue lave over your buds. Arching your back painfully he tugs at it with his teeth. The pleasure feels like an overdose, coursing through your veins with each pivoting thrust. Ghost's mind is hazy, all too busy thinking about how well you're taking him, how warm you feel and how much more he wants to do.
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Look I've spent the whole day sobbing and throwing up, I can't handle it anymore. Fuck pride, fuck follower counts. I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do. I've been rejected by every scammy loan service on Google. I've been rejected for a hug from my dad who's 6 houses down from me. I'm too broke to even throw myself a small birthday teaparty, cause yeah I was throwing my own part cause nobody had thrown me one in 30 years and I'm pathetic as all hell. Had to cancel cause I can't afford to pay my bills, I wouldn't be able to eat if it weren't for people donating. I'm the lowest form of life rn.
Here is my PayPal if you can spare a even a dollar, quid, whatever. Please. Just, please.
Look I've spent the whole day sobbing and throwing up, I can't handle it anymore. Fuck pride, fuck follower counts. I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do. I've been rejected by every scammy loan service on Google. I've been rejected for a hug from my dad who's 6 houses down from me. I'm too broke to even throw myself a small birthday teaparty, cause yeah I was throwing my own part cause nobody had thrown me one in 30 years and I'm pathetic as all hell. Had to cancel cause I can't afford to pay my bills, I wouldn't be able to eat if it weren't for people donating. I'm the lowest form of life rn.
Here is my PayPal if you can spare a even a dollar, quid, whatever. Please. Just, please.
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