Fucking you in missionary, gazing into your eyes with his body shoved up against yours isnât enough, so he hikes your legs over his shoulders and presses deeper inside.
Kissing you goodbye isnât enough, so he comes back for another kiss⌠then another⌠then another. Thirty seconds later, heâs got you caged against the wall, devouring your mouth. Itâs so easy and messy, the way his tongue delves into your lips and the way he sucks at your spit.
He starts on his stomach to give you oral. Youâre lying down with your legs parted. But itâs not enough to taste you; he needs you taking over all his senses and suffocating him. So he flips you around and seats you on his face like a throne before returning to eating you out.
Being in the same house isnât enough. When he has a day off, you canât count the number of times he molds his body against yours or touches you in some way.
âFucking perv.â You mutter as he deeply inhales your scent before returning to his business.
âFucking perv.â You repeat when you realize that wasnât enough, so he went to your bedroom to jerk himself off while smelling your panties. Maybe even that isnât enough either because next thing you know, youâre riding him, his mouth gagged with your panties and savoring the slight flavor.
more of Simon being needy for you
Shy loverboy Simon
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You nearly chirp in indignation when ghost says it, "what the fuck do you mean i have to dye my wings?!"
"Oi mean jus' that." Ghost crosses his arms, stares you down like he already knows you'll submit "can't have...those things shouting our location to the enemy, can we?"
Those things being your wings.
Bright reds, blues, yellows. As a parrot hybrid your wings have always meant so much to you. Now, after years of service with no problem, your new lieutenant tells you to dye them? You shift your wings, widen them for a moment "I've used wing covers just fine, sir."
And you have. Almost every winged hybrid you know of uses wing covers. But ghost scoffs, nods to your wings "we need you flying. Can't very well do that with covers, can you?"
"...fine." you chirp, wings hitching up in irritation. You understand it but...it's still hard to get past. "How is it done?"
Ghost makes a face under the mask, the bridge of his nose scrunching.
"...I'll have to dye them for you."
Ghost. The lieutenant who's been on your mind since you joined the team. The man you've been denying your crush on despite your instincts pointing out what I nice mate he would be.
That ghost, is essentially asking to touch you in such an intimate way only partners touch.
"...okay." you relent. Surely you'll be able to keep your cool that long.
He knows the kind of person he is, the blood that's on his hands, and he doesn't want to make a child experience that. Some deep part of him is terrified he'll be just like his father. He grimaces at the thought of even being around kids long enough to become a role model.
That is, until he holds your baby for the first time.
She's a feisty little thing, the spitting image of her father, kyle. He had wanted to invite simon over for weeks now, show off the little miracle you made. The footie match on the telly goes completely ignored when kyle hands her to ghost, smiling "watch out, she likes to move."
"She's...small." ghost whispers, frozen in place as he cradles the baby. Wide eyes blink up at him, little arms waving as if trying to acclimate to his hold. Ghost looks between you and baby, brows pinched in worry "is she supposed to be this small? Isâ is she okay?"
"Yes, she's supposed to be small, simon." Gaz answers for you, already pulling out his phone while you lean forward to adjust ghosts hands.
He's so big, baby could easily be held in two palms. She stares up at him for a moment longer, then squeals in delight and kicks her feat happily.
You watch in real time as ghost melts, leaning back into the sofa and holding the doughy little baby to his chest. His eyes crinkle into a smile, and you suddenly understand why gaz was so insistent about this.
"You're a natural, simon. She'll love you." Kyle rests a hand on ghosts shoulder. There's more behind the gesture than you can understand.
Later, while you and kyle take some much needed alone time cooking together in the kitchen, ghost will still be sat with baby on the couch. Whispering stories to her that only earn sleepy babbles.
You can't wait to watch her grow up with the two of them by your side.
At random moments throughout your week, an unregistered phone number will text you a photo of roadkill.
You know it's ghost sending them, his shadow looming over the thing twisted on the side of the road. Sometimes you get a single "rabbit." Or "duck." When he thinks you won't be able to identify the animal. You asked him about them exactly once, stood under the awning of some shitty bar and on your second smoke.
"Reminds me o' you." He huffed, eyes searing into the side of your skull when you refused to look at him.
To this day, you have no idea what he meant. If you're meant to be the carcass or the one making them. A threat, or some fucked up attempt at courting. Maybe both. Maybe he just wants to be friends.
The most recent one caught the wrapper of his sandwich in the frame, eating while he observed.
a/n: i genuinely love writing this man, because heâs just so perfect and adorable like marry me đ
Husband!Gaz makes you coffee every morning, he specifically learned your dunkin (dunkin ppl rise upđâ) order, just so you could have it every morning.
Husband!Gaz You guys have a weekly movie night, where youâll buy a ton of snacks, and watch Rom-Coms together
Husband!Gaz makes sure your car is never dirty or out of gas. After you two got married, you actually forgot how to pump gas because you never have to.
Husband!Gaz gives the best back massages. If he sees that your tense or have a knot somewhere, he will take the time to sit down with you and get rid of it.
Husband!Gaz is your D1 hype man. If you have a girls night, heâs telling you how sexy you look and how lucky he is to have you.
Husband!Gaz will sit in stores for however long it takes you. He LOVES when you give him little fashion shows, and he gives honest advice on pieces.
Husband!Gaz has no problem im holding your purse, he actually takes pride in it. To him, itâs an honor.
Husband!Gaz needs you to help shave his facial hair because heâs afraid heâll cut himself. So you do it.
Husband!Gaz doesnt think he can cook, whatsoever. So he has you cook, and he cleans. Itâs your guys little split in the marriage.
Husband!Gaz has this thing where if heâs on base for too long, heâll call you and stay on the phone with you all day. He lowkey has attachment issues so just knowing if he wanted to hear your sweet voice, he could.
a/n: Hope you enjoyed!! More will be posted later today, i just have some stuff to do. Whats your favorite place to get coffee from? Mines dunkinđ
The thing about ghost is he hardly eats food he likes, so when he does he eats all of it.
"Does....does he always do this?" You ask gaz, your boyfriend, while staring in awe at simon. You vaguely knew stuff about him, kyle has been talking about simon for weeks, after all.
You just...didn't realize exactly how much he loved food from what gaz had told you.
"Babe....he's gonna choke..." you frown at Kyle's delighted expression, glancing back to watch ghost scarf down the steak you had cooked. Fucker ate it in three bites.
"You should see him eat ratpacks." Kyle jokes, though he's smiling so hard his cheeks dimple. It's cute how excited he is to have a friend over.
"Yeah, iâ!" You freeze when you look back at ghost fucking licking the plate clean.
Both hands holding the ceramic up to his face, running his tongue along the inner divet, chasing after that delicious sauce from the steak and the little grains of rice. You gape at him, face heating in embarrassment because no one's ever done that for your mediocre cooking.
When ghost emerges, he looks completely unashamed before fixing his eyes on kyles plate.
"Ohâ kyle i thinkâ" you try, only for ghost to practically vault the table to make a grab for gazs plate.
Somehow, watching both of them fight over a plate of food you could easily make more of just feels...right. like home, maybe?
Until gaz nearly knocks over one of your plants and suddenly you're dragging them both back to the table by the ears.
Thinking about getting trapped under rubble with alpha!ghost....
You hardly had time to react when the building came down. The only thing that registered was the sudden, deafening sound of wood beams splitting under the force if an explosion.
You should be terrified right now, mind lagging behind and trying to survey where you've been hurt or not.
Instead all you can focus on is the sharp, comforting scent of ghost.
The alpha is bowed over you, arms braced on either side of your head and knees squeezing your hips in the tight space. Every inhale brings in his scent and it'sâ
Comforting.
"Hey! Hey, are you with me, soldier?" His voice finally registers past the thumping of your blood. You let out a weak whine, your own instincts overwhelmed, and feel him physically exhale "okay. You broken?"
A shake of your head, and he calms down more. That comforting scent makes you calm down too, and you belated realize this is the first time you've properly smelt him.
He smells like leather, wood, a slight metallic note. It makes the beta in your warm and happy, you've always mentally considered him pack. Despite the debris in the air, your crane up in the small space to shamelessly rub your cheek into his neck.
"Fuckin' hellâ really?" Ghost grunts above you, knees squeezing you tighter for a second.
"You...smell nice." You mumble, almost dazed.
Ghost curses more, says something about an 'instinct haze' but you don't focus on it. Instead, you nuzzle further against his scent gland, purring. You hardly notice the hard line pressing into your side, or the growing change in his scent, aroused from the close contact with the beta he's been eyeing for months.
"Christ runtâ" ghost shifts, head dipping until your foreheads knock together "settle down. I can'tâ just stop right now, okay?"
You nod, because your alpha wants you to. You'd do anything for him.
Ghost bites his tongue and tries to listen through the rubble for the team. You're out of it, and he wont have you like this. If he takes you as a mate he wants to earn it.
No thoughts just finch!reader getting trapped in a safehouse with ghost, and there's less rations than there should be, right?
Storm raging on that makes evac impossible for days, leaving you and ghost hungry. When you first rationed out the food, you had given ghost more. He had fought it but you knew he was starving when he stopped arguing on the third day.
By the fourth day, you felt it. That urge.
You know ghost could sense the change, too. Watching you watching him. Eyes wider than usual, almost...predatory. finally ghost snaps "what's with the look? You that hungry?"
"Yes." You huff, far too honest when your stomach growls, forgetting yourself "can I bite you?"
"Wot."
"Huh?"
"The fuck did you just sayâ"
"I really want to taste your blood, ghost." Again, your mouth speaks before you can catch up. Ghost narrows his eyes, studies the posture of your wings as if that will tell him this is all a big joke.
"Yer serious." Ghost huffs in what might be amusement, then tilts his head "you're a finch hybrid. You eat nuts and fish."
"Well. Im a vampire ground-finch," you mildly correct, shuffling across the room to lean into ghosts space. You keept taking while you pull off his jacket, wings fluttering excitedly "I enjoy blood the same as you. Just don't crave it unless I'm real hungry."
"Oh....go on, then." Ghost sits stiff while you slice into his bicep, just enough to let blood flow. Every drop lapped up with a warm tongue until ghost is flushed pink and desperately trying not to think too hard about it.
He seems to act weird and twitchy everytime he talks to you after that op.
You hope you didn't scare him off :(
[Wikipedia for the only known intentionally vanpiristic bird] the vampire ground-finch. Usually only drinks blood when other food is unavailable.
Kyle Garrick isn't your boyfriend. He's your teammate, your colleague and your friend. But you aren't dating him. He isn't yours.
So there's really no reason for you to feel so fucking jealous right now.
The new recruit is pretty, the kind of girl guys dream of. She's a blonde with blue eyes, tits that are barely contained in her uniform. And she's flirting with Kyle so hard that it hurts. Flicking her hair, fluttering her eyelashes, laughing at his jokes, touching his arm... she clearly wants him. You get it. Kyle is, well, Kyle - handsome, charming and funny. He's perfect.
You stand across the training yard, next to Price and Ghost. They're talking, but you can't hear a word they say. All you can focus on is Kyle and that woman, anger flowing through your veins. If you clench your jaw any harder, it might break.
You could kill her. Okay, maybe that's a little extreme. You could certainly smack her, though. Really hard. She's embarrassing herself, and you. You're ashamed of how you feel for a man who isn't even yours. A man you didn't even realise you wanted to be yours until this moment.
Before you can think twice, your feet are moving, walking you towards the pair of them. What's your plan? You aren't sure. Hopefully you won't hit her. You can't afford another disciplinary action against youâŚ
"Oh, hi love," Kyle says as you reach the two of them, his eyes lighting up like they always do when you're around. "What're youâ" you cut off his words with a grunt, cupping his face in your hands and pulling his lips to yours. It's a kiss that's hard and claiming, meant to let this bitch know that he's yours. Even though he technically isn't.
Your tongue plunges in his mouth as his breath catches in his throat. His hands hover in the air for a moment before settling on your waist, gripping you tight enough to almost lift you off the floor. After a minute, you pull away, leaving Kyle panting with darkened eyes, his dick already hard in his pants as you turn your attention to the blonde.
"Hi!" you chirp with mock kindness, your eyes glaring daggers at her. "I'm not sure we've been introduced..."
Ghost is hardly a jealous man, he doesn't really care about things enough to be jealous.
Well, except for you.
You, and the bloke who's practically been attached at your arm for the past two weeks. You two talk like old friends, like you've known eachother for years. Ghost knows from eavesdropping that "me and him were always close, you know? Kind of impossible not to miss eachother after I had to move."
The thought of it makes ghost seethe. It's a startling feeling considering he's never felt so territorial over someone before. All ghost wants is a moment alone with you, just to talk, and everywhere he turns your boyfriend is there.
Well. He assumes boyfriend, with the lack of a ring. But it's impossible to know when ghost avoids him and by proxy you. The worst part? Ghost didn't realize he liked you until that dickhead came around.
"Oh, ghost! I've been meaning to catch you!" You smile when ghost finally breaks during lunch, boyfriend sat across from you at the table.
You gesture to him, missing the way ghosts hand pulls his balaclava just above his nose, "this is myâ"
Ghost kisses you, both hands holding yout jae steady.
The whole mess hall goes dead silent, not that he'd care. He leans in further, having to bow down at the awkward position, licking into your mouth with a wet tongue. You can't help but melt into it a bit, ignoring the gasp from next to you.
When you finally pull away, ghost is blushing beneath the mask, your own face heated.
"This," you say, all smug and pleased as you point to the man ghost has genuinely considered killing, "...is my brother. He's visiting for the month.
....oh.
....ghost grabs your arm and drags you away. He can deal with an angry brother later, right now he's aching to kiss you more and he knows you are too.
In the whole Dog!Ghost semantic field, do you think he resource guards? Wether it's food or weapons or spots he likes or even people?
Oh yeah, ghost resource guards even when he's just a straight up human, but it's always over the strangest things....
He doesn't actually mind if people take his food, given that its only you or the team taking it and he knows he can get more later. Hungry moments are no stranger to him, so he hardly even blinks when he's only eaten two crisps yet his plate is nearly empty.
But if you take the seat that he has arbitrarily decided is his? He will genuinely pull a knife. Has done so mutliple times and is the reason price has a long scar across his calf.
Taking the items he's customized, rifle, tac-vest, whatever, will get you shot. Yes, he's done it before. No, they did not survive.
Yes, he's resources guarding his teammates too. You can't count the number of times you've been talking to a coworker only for ghost to drape himself across your back and glare until the conversation ends. Honestly, it's kind of cute how jealous he gets, always wanting cuddle in supply closets afterwards.
CW: noncon, kidnapping, pet play uhh what else. You get the jist
Living as Simonâs pet mutt, out in his cabin after retirement. Heâd kidnapped you of course, and youâd been fighting every step of the way. Biting, smashing things, youâd broken the headboard heâd handcuffed you to and tried to smash his skull in at one point. You were wild, only eating sealed cans and bags heâd brought after many failed attempts to feed you.
He expected it the first few days, but a whole month? Simon hadnât even been able to properly start training you as a mutt, too busy trying to make you stop trying to attack him every time he stepped in the room. It was tough, since he couldnât just hit you- hurting your pets was wrong, after all. You just needed some positive and negative reinforcement, right?
Of course that meant shoving a vibrator inside you and handcuffing you to the wall. Youâd woken up like this- pussy already wet from Simonâs careful work, a low vibration pulling you from your fitful slumber. When youâd started screaming and shouting and cursing, the vibrations suddenly became much more intense, to which you realized that he had a second vibrator strapped to your poor little cock as well.
You snarled and spit through three orgasms before you finally quieted, relief flooding through you when the vibrators slowed. When he came in to feed you and brush your teeth? You called him names and tried to kick- only faltering when the vibrators kicked on again. Making you heave and choke through another two orgasms, these leaving you trembling against your soaked bed. Youâd let him hand feed you for the first time ever after, for once too exhausted to fight back.
Simon sat back, humming in delight at the improvement. Hand on his cock, slowly working it with the taste of your slick still in his mouth. Fuck, you tasted good- so far heâd only been able to taste you in the few hours youâd be knocked out- always snarling and shouting at him for being a sicko. Poor dumb puppy wasnât calling him that now, exhausted eyes watching every twist of his hand instead.
âWhat? Puppyâs been bad, yet you still want a treat? Spoiled thing, you are,â he taunts you, and you grit your teeth- eyes filled with tears of frustration. Simon feels his cock throb in answer to your glare, finally- finally you were being sweet. Finally he had cracked you open, and got you to be that sweet puppy he saw before he took you in.
âYâ gonna be a good boy and suck it for me then?â He asks breathlessly, laughing when you spit at him instead.
âFuck.. you..â you wheeze out, only to yelp when he turned it on again.
âWait- wait- Ghost-! Stop! Stop stop- I canât- it hurts! I canât take it-â your yowls are music to his ears now, viciously close as you suddenly start building towards one last orgasm.
âNow pup, you know the rules by now. Bad dogs have to cum again, and again, and again- every time youâre bad, mm? Now câmon, open your mouth so I can cum in it, lovie,â Simon sounds fucking demented, eyes wide as he shuffles closer. His hand is practically rubbing his dick raw now, but itâs worth it to see the look on your face as you try to concentrate on whatâs worse- cum on your face or in your mouth.
Simon does the best option, making sure to wait until you howl in another earth shattering orgasm to shoot all over your face. In your mouth, on your cheeks and nose- your pretty eyelashes soaked with his spunk. Itâs so cute, watching you writhe and cry, begging him to turn it off again.
He doesnât. Reinforcement works perfectly, after all.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Disgustingly loving sex (sorry). Soft dom!Simon Talks You Through Itâ˘ď¸ Creampie. Brief mention of Readerâs insecurities w sex
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It wasnât like you hadnât tried before.
Youâd had your fair share of lovers and experienced more than a good deal of fun. With everyone in the past, climax came the same way, every single time: clitoral stimulation, and clitoral stimulation alone.
By this point in your life, you suspected your g-spot was probably just a figment of your imagination, no more real than Atlantis, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.
That was, until, you met your boyfriend, Simon.
And things had only been official for a week.
You and him had fooled around a handful of timesâmade love, as he called it, and kissed and cuddled and occasionally dry-humped until the two of you were both panting, groaning messesâbut all of this was new. Simon was still learning you, as you were him.
He finished between your tits. You came on his tongue. He fingered you to the point of tears, and you learned how to touch his sac just right to get him to blow his load in seconds. On this night in particular, you were fucking missionary, and holding hands while you did.
Lovesick puppies, Price would say. Neither one of you seemed able to unglue your lips or unlace your fingers or keep your hips from colliding again and again and again in frantic search of the otherâs furthest depths. You were perfectly wrapped up, with no desire to move
Except, you needed to reach down between your bodies to actually get off. That was a minor detail.
You didnât think the man above you would mind if you moved your touch from his, but then that grip tightened the second you tried pulling away.
âKeep it there, lovie. Like holding you like this,â he said.
You enjoyed it, too. It was intimate, and sweet, and with your hands pinned on either side of you, locked securely in his, you felt safe. You just couldnât finish.
âBut IâŚI need to come,â you whispered against him. You rolled your hips and felt his cock twitch inside you.
Simon grunted, then swallowed. Nodded slowly.
âYeah. Iâll get you there. Feel this?â
He slid deeper for emphasis.
You didnât.
You rarely did, or at least not in the way you figured you were supposed to get when something pressed there.
âI thinkâŚsort of, yeah,â you hedged your answer.
Donât bruise his ego, donât hurt his feelings.
This is all on me, Si, I promise itâs not you.
Cutting in over your thoughts, Simon moved swiftly. Took your hips in his big, strong hands, lifted up, and plunged his cock to the hilt. The girth of him was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, and you felt your walls stretch, sting, and weep sweet liquid warmth around that intrusion. You moaned.
âBetter?â The manâs question was simple.
Before you could answer it, he was sliding a pillow underneath your backside. Sawing his long, thick, leaking cock in and out of you, he reached a new spot.
You made a face, feeling good from that butâŚstrange.
Simon snatched your hands up again and planted them beside your head on the mattress. He thrusted steadily. He peppered kisses all over your face and your neck while the bed frame squeaked in time, and you had to dig your heels into his ass to ground yourself.
âTalk to me, baby. Canât make it better if you donât.â
âIâI know, I just canâtââ
At the same time, Simon tilted your hips slightly once more, and the tip of his cock kissed something soft and wet and dizzyingly pleasurable inside your body. A loud, embarrassing cry slipped out between your lips.
You wanted to clap a hand over your mouth, hating the way youâd just sounded, but your fingers were stuck to his. Simon grinned down at you, toothy and approving.
âCanât do what, now, darlinâ?â
The warm, bulbous head of his cock had found its mark, and he just kept prodding that spot, like it entertained him to do it. The fingers laced between your own constricted their grip even more, and Simon leaned down to kiss you while his cock carved a mind-numbing path. In between kisses, he praised you.
âThatâs my girl. Sheâs likinâ it now, isnât she?â
But still, somehow, it just wasnât quite enough.
Maybe youâd never found that place after all.
This was where most men gave upâafter a few good minutes of fucking when their balls had gotten to be as swollen as stones and their bodies were aching for release, more often than not, theyâd go off chasing their own high. That was when you usually started rubbing your clit, or waited for your partner to finish so they could get you off with their tongue or something.
You hated to feel like a burden, and you really despised the thought of being the reason your sweet Simon couldnât get to orgasm. So you squirmed again.
Straining to reach down, to try and touch yourself, you whimpered, âSi, please, it justâit takes me too longââ
âGood thing weâve got all night,â Simon replied bluntly.
Then, once again, he twisted your bodies like you were as soft and malleable as putty in his hands, and this time, he hitched one of your legs around his hip, high.
With one slow-rolling thrust and an audibly squelching sound, Simonâs cock stretched your hole to maximum capacity, and then a little more. Your juices leaked down his shaft, aiding the slide, and he stabbed in a few shallow strokes. Probing. Testing the waters, as if he were trying to find something hidden inside you.
You sucked in a breath. Simonâs gaze slid to yours.
âLetâs find that precious spot, lovie. Easy, now.â
Gently coaxing your body open, he drove a slow, measured pace. He split your cunt like it was the easiest thing in the world, delving within your wet, velvety heat to tease every contour and crevice of your pussy. His tip leaked precome. His balls glistened in your arousal and landed with the gentlest plap, plap, plaps while he explored your insides with his member.
It really was as simple as that, nothing more and nothing less than poking around. Having patience.
âS-Si,â you stammered, nose wrinkling slightly.
âWhatâsâat, baby? Got something to tell me?â
Like a teacher, almost, he pressed for more.
Like his cock was showing you something new about your body but he needed your help to tell him just how and where to find it, Simon took care to be kind. He smoothed a hand over the crown of your head and then cradled the back of it, one massive set of fingers splayed out against your skull and engulfing it wholly.
He still held onto your other hand tight.
Your cunt pulsed. Ached. Fluttered around him.
Stuffed to the brim, you had only to feel, and murmur:
âHigher.â
âHigher?â
âUm, to theâŚto the left.â
Simon tilted his hips left.
Yes.
That was just it. So close.
AlmostâŚ
Or, maybeâŚ
âMaybe it justâŚisnât there,â you huffed out, deflating. âKnow youâre trying so hard, baby, but I think I canâtââ
Then Simon hit the same spot as before, only higher.
Just like youâd told him: to the left, and thenâŚ
âOh, fuck,â you cursed. âOh, fuckfuckfuck.â
The grin above you stretched even wider.
âThere, lovie?â Simon goaded you on.
âRight there.â You nodded furiously.
A wave of pleasure swept through your limbs, from your core down to the soles of your feet. Your toes curled, and you squeaked, feeling Simonâs cock graze that soft, spongy, sensitive placeâexcept heâd pushed in deeper. The sensation made your eyes roll back.
âLittle dove doesnât mind my pokinâ after all, huh?â Simonâs words were a tease, but you heard a strain in them, too. The second you were caught in the throes of real pleasure, your cunt mustâve clamped like a vice.
âKeepâŚkeep pokinâ, Si,â you choked out. âI like it.â
Your lover kept at itâpoking from the inside.
The routine almost felt like losing your virginity all over again, together. Simon cradled your head, told you how good you were doing, how sweet you were for him, and you whimpered under his hold. Squirmed and clung to him for dear life, then kissed him feverishly.
Simonâs mouth was hard and hungry, his thrusts deep. His cock throbbed within the wet, clenching confines of your pussy, and he seemed to be going wild at the feeling. With the idea that he was driving you wild, too.
You realized as much when he whispered it to you.
âCould lose my bloody mind when youâre like thisââ Another sharp, labored breath. Another shudder passing through his body when your insides squeezed. ââso why didnât you talk? Ask for what you needed?â
Your voice was small. âDidnât wanna be a bother.â
Your eyes were locked with Simonâs, and in his irises, you caught a shade of concern. It flared, hot as anything, then mixed with disbelief. Disappointment.
âDonât be angry, Si, Iââ you started, hurried.
ââMânot.â Simon blinked. But he gritted his teeth, and he withdrew his cock until the head was bumping and teasing between your folds, then he shook his head. âItâs those fuckinâ pricks who should be sorry, yeah?â
The ones that youâd been with before.
You wanted to protest, insist that you were at least partly to blame, but you never got the opportunity.
Simon was back inside you in a blink.
Hitting that same spot again, and again, and again.
He grinned, the tic of a muscle in his jaw telling you that he was less amused this time around, but proud.
Vindicated.
âWell. Itâs not like theyâre ever gettinâ a chance in between these pretty legs again, are they, lovie?â
You nodded in agreement.
You smiled back at him, only to have that gentle curve falter a little when you felt Simonâs thrusts accelerate.
âOnly thing thatâs gonna touch this spot otherân my cock is my seed, splatterinâ all over your walls, right?â
When he gave a playful nip to your lower lip and squeezed your hand tighter, you knew that he meant it. The man had plunged so deep inside you that his pubic bone was now grinding against your skin, and the rest of him was buried. His balls, all full and warm and heavy with his release, rested firmly in your cleft.
And the steady, measured strokes of his cock landed with near-surgical precision on the G-spot youâd convinced yourself up until tonight didnât exist.
Simon beamed. You were overcome with ecstasy.
âThis it, lovie? This spot right âere?â he cooed.
His cock bobbed against that gummy and indescribably dizzying place, causing your last moan to morph into something more akin to a shriek.
You nodded your head: âY-Yes. Yes.â
âFeel good when I hit it?â
âFucking perfect, Si.â
You sighed when the man bottomed out for what felt like the millionth time, and the pleasure never waned. He felt just as good now as he did when he first got in.
âYeah? Gonna come on my cock then, pretty girl?â
âYeah. Iâmâ Iâm so close.â
âGo on then, love.â
And, shortly, you did.
Maybe three, four, five more stabs of his cock to your most precious, intimate place and you were unraveling beneath him, stars bursting in your line of vision. It seemed dramatic to say, but that was really what it came toâyour mouth hanging open, eyes wide, gaze peering into Simonâs while he fucked you through the most intense orgasm of your life. You clung to him, and your walls spasmed again and again and again, milking the manâs release in the next few seconds. Simon shuddered and grit his teeth as he unloaded a thick, gooey load inside, dousing that spongy, body-numbing spot and then some. The two of you moaned in unison.
Your body was boneless, your head a hazy mess.
It took several seconds for your conscious mind to come back online fully, and when it did, Simon was leaning in again and planting kisses along your face.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmured, breath fanning hot across your skin. âMy perfect girl. You did so good.â
You smiled and caught his mouth for a proper kiss.
âThank you,â you murmured against him.
Then Simon squeezed your handâthe one heâd been holding this entire time. He lifted it gently, like he was afraid too rough of a movement might split you in two.
He turned your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, eyes locked on yours and expression soft while he did.
Rommy, I beg!! The boys!! What weird ways do they court their omega?? Mostly Ghost because I think heâd be the most odd.
Ohhhh ghost courting his omega is....a danger to anyone involved.... <:0
Others give favourite snacks or drinks as courting gifts. Something small to show they can feed you and know you well enough to follow your preferences.
The first courting gift ghost gives you is multiple coolers full of deer meat. That he personally hunted and butchered, of course. The heart, you notice, already has a bite taken from it...
Others try to show-off to gain affection, usually in competition with others. Arm wrestling is popular, but on base sparring is a go-to. That, or drinking games.
Ghost....isn't allowed to do that after he "accidentally" put that one lieutenant trying to court you in the hospital. Now? You get USB drives full of his favourite bodycam clips from ops. Usually of his brutal hand-to-hand combat and guerilla warfare, but he once got you a 13 hour video of him sniping for you to "fall asleep to, lovie."
All that is to say, anytime you express dislike towards someone you need to quietly assure ghost you don't want them hurt in any way.
Dog trainer!reader who specializes in poorly trained or reactive dogs, helping kyle out with his Belgian malinois who seems hell-bent on chasing and biting anything that moves. You're firm with the dog, steady and unwavering in your command so it knows it can't get away with anything.
You walk kyle through your process, help him build confidence in working with her. He's an amazing owner, just falls into the trap of babying his girl too much, no shame there.
You offer to work with the German shepherd you see around his house too, the one that lays on the porch to watch you work, tail wagging the whole time. You're a bit confused when kyle laughs and says "oh, he's a special kind, love. He'd be too happy to learn from you."
All the while German shepherd shifter!ghost is watching you give commands like a hawk, fantasizing about what sort of commands you'd give him. Christ, was it a good idea to stay over at gazs during leave.
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