[rileysangel]

Hiii its the girl that sent u the request bout Simon and faucxedt lol and I thought maybe u can do like age difference and uncle or step-dad/ stepdaughter and like hes taking care of her while her while her parents are away idk this is my second request 🥹 but do what feels right and have fun w it yk xx

FAUXCEST, MDNI, ICKY, DAD!SIMON, hint of somnophilia, pussy spanking, breeding kink, cockwarming, dumbification, praise

A/n: This is my first time ever writing fauxcest as i said multiple times, so if you have any suggestions or corrections please tell me. I do like to read fauxcest, but writing it was kinda challenging for me and I’m ngl, kinda scary because i don’t want anyone to find out you know? But I hope you guys like this!!

Your mom had introduced you to Simon around a year ago, before she got married to him and in the beginning you didn’t care at all. You hated men, mainly because of your father, so automatically you hated Simon and had assumed that he was just another asshole. He was quick to prove you wrong, because he picked you up whenever you needed it, he gave you a ride and he made sure that his girl was safe and satisfied. He made sure to show you how much he loved and adored his little girl.

So when a few days ago your mom had announced that she was going to go on a a trip with her bestfriend, you were happy to have some alone time with your dad.

"Dad stop," you giggled as Simon kept tickling you, his head buried in the crook of your neck and his stubbles scratching against that sensitive skin there. His arms were wrapped around you, while you were straddling him and cuddling with him. He pulled back after a few seconds and placed a soft peck on your lips, making you sigh against his lips. "Ye‘ like kissing your old man, don’t you sweet, girl?," he teases, his hand running up and down your thighs.

Your breath catches at the unfamiliar feeling that makes your stomach quiver and you whimper, hiding your face in his chest. His smile widened and one of his hands spread out on the small of your back, while the other started slowly squeezing your ass and grounding you against him. "Are you getting tingly for your daddy, angel?," he cooed, as you whined and nodded, tears springing into your eyes. "Shh, it’s okay, let dad make you feel better," he grumbles against your ear, before he slowly pulled your shorts and excuse of panties down. His eyes darkened at the sight of your wet and untouched pussy, begging for his touch and his cock.

His cock has been aching to be inside you the first time he saw you. He just couldn’t help himself as he sneaked into your room one night and slid his tongue across your soaked slit, tasting you and making you cum in your sleep. Here you were now, awake and asking for him to make you cum.

"‘S so tingly, dad, please," you whined, tears rolling down your face and wetting his shirt. "Oh it’s okay, baby, 'will make you feel so so good," he hushed you before he rolled you over and kissed his way down your stomach. The more you whined and whimpered for him, the more he decided to tease you, licking up to your navel, lips brushing against your inner thighs and right above your clit. "Dad- pleasee," you were weeping, absolutely aching and trembling, so he finally gave in, not longer able to watch his little girl suffer. He watched the way your little pussy was pulsing desperately around nothing, clit absolutely swollen as he dove right in and started sucking the aching bud. Back bowing off the bed, hands tightened in his hair and your lips sobbing his name like a prayer, he devoured you, working on relieving the tingly feeling. "Hmm, taste so good, baby, so tight and wet for yer' old man," he groaned right against you, the vibrations running through your body. "So much better th‘n your mum, so delicious."

His praise washed over you, nipples tightening as his hand reached out to pinch them hard. All you could hear was the way he was slurping on you, making his little angel feel so so good, that she was a crying mess right against his mouth. As you looked down with barely open eyes, you could see the way his eyes were nearly rolled back, lips sucking hard and tongue poking your clit. Just as you were about to cum he pulled away and sat up on his knees, looking down at you. "Nonono, please don’t stop dad, why did you stop?," you cry out desperately, trying to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs, but he forces your legs back open, hooking them over his shoulders.

"What do you want, hm? Come on, tell me what you want like a good girl," he commanded, hand kneading the apex of your thighs. Desperate and helpless you buckled your hips up into the air, which earned you a hard spank onto your pulsing clit. "Uh uh, that’s not being a good girl now, are you?," he mocks cockily, before he spanks your virgin pussy again.

"'M sorry, dad, so sorry," you sobbed and moaned, confused if you wanted him to stop or to continue. "Need- need you inside, daddy, please make me yours. 'Wanna be yours only," and he didn’t need you to tell him twice. Simon pulled his sweatpants down immediately, ready to finally claim you and show you how much he loves and wants you. God, he was so perverted for you, he only wanted his little angel. His patience was wearing thin and he started rubbing the tip of his cock against your soft folds, finally feeling you.

It didn’t take him long before he was inside of you, the hairs around his base pressed snugly against your clit, scratching the sensitive bud as you cried out in relief. There was a slight burning sensation due to the biig stretch and he leaned down and started pressing small pecks onto your lips, praising you and trying to pull himself together. "Fuuuck, just like that angel, stretched so good for me. You like your dad‘s cock inside of you, yeah? All full and warm aren’t ya?," he praises as his hips started moving inside of you, slow but hard.

He pressed down on your lower belly as he fucked wildly into you, feeling the bulge underneath, intensifying the pressure inside of you. "Daddy, fuuck i- feels like pee," you cried and sobbed as he continued to rut into you, his cock massaging your gummy walls and that oh so sensitive spot inside of you. "It’s okay baby, just let it happen. Let your daddy make you feel good and fill you up," he grunted, his voice breaking as you tightened around him. Suddenly he pulled you up and sat back up again, this time with you right above, cock so much deeper inside now. It was like he was in your throat and you couldn’t help as you dug your nails into his shoulders, leaving pink halfmoons and scratches. He moved you up and down ontop of him, fucking into you at the same time. Not even a moment later your eyes widened and your lips parted in a silent scream as the knot in your stomach tightened and snapped. He watched with a cocky smile and cooed and groaned as you drenched his thighs, absolutely wetting the bed as your orgasm gushed out of you. He pulled you tight into his chest and felt his balls aching with his release, before filling you up to the brim. "Fuucking hell, such a good fucking girl for me, it’s okay," he whispered hoarsely against your ear, grounding you and rubbing your back gently.

With you in his arms he lied down onto the couch, not pulling out. "'M yours now, right daddy?," you sniffled as he cooed and kissed the top of your head. Your dad absolutely loved you.

[rileysangel]

Currently writing the requested fauxcest story with Simon. So sorry that i still haven’t finished it, but I’m really nervous because it’s my first time writing fauxcest and i have been busy with school and stuff. But I‘ll definitely finish and upload it this week, I haven’t forgotten my bbg‘s.

Love you all

Bambi

[de4thknell]

"got flowers for you," dana calls out the moment you walk in.

"me?" you walk over to the nurses' station, where robby and jack are hunched over the counter, already discussing handover.

"who sends me flowers?"

"no card," dana says.

you check anyway.

"any idea who your secret admirer might be?" dana asks.

"probably just a patient saying thanks," you shrug. there is, in fact, no card. "think i can give them to someone upstairs? some elderly patient whose family doesn't visit? they'd probably like flowers, right?"

"sure, but don't you wanna keep them?" dana sounds disappointed.

"to watch them wilt and die? see enough death as is." you pick up the bouquet. "be right back," you tell her and walk off.

once you're out of earshot, robby pats jack on the shoulder, "i'm sorry, man."

"i don't know what you're talking about," jack stops following you with his eyes and looks back onto the tablet in front of him.

robby doesn't even acknowledge the obvious lie. "could try again with potted flowers next valentine's."

"any suggestions where i don't have to wait a year?"

"birthday?"

jack makes a one-sided tsk. "december."

robby ponders for a moment.

"halloween?"

jack stands up straight and crosses his arms.

"flowers for halloween?" he asks.

robby follows suit and stands, "i was thinking potted pumpkin. one of those miniature ones," he forms a little ball with his hands, "could be cute."

they stand frozen in place for a moment, staring at each other, jack's face scrunched up as he's trying to discern whether this is a real option or if he is insane for even considering it.

"no," he decides at last, "too far out."

"then i don't know how to help you, man" robby says and leans back onto the counter.

dana rolls her eyes, "jesus, mary and joseph, are we back in junior high? own up to the flowers and ask for a date, it's not that difficult!"

robby agrees, "she's not wrong."

jack didn't even realise dana was still listening in. he sighs. "how about we deal with the handover for now and save my dating life for later?"

"you're dating again?" john's voice cuts in from behind.

jack throws his hands up. grabbing the tablet off the counter, he heads off to find langdon or mohan, might as well talk to them about handover, he figures.

"he's dating again?" john repeats and takes a sip of his coffee.

"it's uh... complicated," robby says.

dana shakes her head.

[rileysangel]

Summary: Jack comes home after his 4th of july shift and uses you as his stress relief.

Warnings: MDNI, shower sex, spit kink(?), praise, reference to quinn audio (use nails on my chest), degradation, thumb in mouth, tasting each other, breeding kink; mentions of being shot at and wounds, slight mention of insecurity, porn w/ o plot

A/n: I don’t use AI, i don’t want my work fed to that bullshit and don’t support it. This has been in my drafts for a while and i just finished it, i did proof read a little, but also not really so please bear with me.

It was a hot july evening and you were laying on the couch exhausted, your hair damp from the shower you’ve taken. It also was a friday night which usually meant either going out with your friends, or spending time with your boyfriend Jack. Jack Abbot was the attending physician in Pittsburgh‘s emergency department. You had met him around a year ago when you twisted your ankle, completely drunk. Then you kept flirting with him as he treated you, making the poor man blush so much, that Ellis and Shen kept teasing him. The man was a big flirt, flirted with everyone and everywhere, but he wasn’t used to being the one that got flirted with. Especially not by a beautiful patient like you, so it was no surprise to anyone when you gave him your number, that he texted you and wanted to spend time with you.

"Hey, it’s Jack from the hospital, how are you doing, especially your ankle?" Then everything slowly came crashing down, the memories of the way you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, how you kept calling him Pittsburgh‘s McDreamy and how you wanted him to keep the uniform on. You were beyond embarrassed and couldn’t text him back for nearly a week, until you finally found the courage. Since then he had taken you on multiple dates, had told you about his wife that passed away, how he lost his leg.

Now a year later you were basically living with him, though it wasn’t official yet, but he knew that he wanted you there when he came home from work, he wanted to wake up next to you and fall asleep with you in his arms. And honestly? You didn’t want to go to your small and lonely apartment either, you were worried that you were emotionally too dependent on him.

Today was one of those nights, where you kept overthinking your relationship with him and basically your whole life, especially because he wasn’t home yet and you were really impatient to finally spend some much needed time together. Just you and him over the weekend, nothing and no one else, it was just what he needed after a week like this. His buddy from SWAT had been shot, he was shot at and then the cyber attack; Jack needed you and was desperate to go home. So the moment his shift ended, he changed out of his uniform and made his way home.

You jumped up excitedly as the door opened and locked, immediately wrapping your arms around jack, just like he pulled you into his chest and inhaled your comforting scent. He gently nuzzled his nose against your neck and felt the stress and weight lifting off of his shoulders. "Missed you so so much, sweetheart," he murmured. You didn’t care that he was a little sweaty, you were relieved that he was finally home, safe and in your arms. "Missed you too, Jack," you sigh and pull back to capture his lips in a desperate kiss. He didn’t hesitate and thread his fingers through your hair, his lips moving against yours, teeth clashing and tongues tangling.

You tug his shirt up and break the kiss for a second, to throw it aside. He guides you into the bathroom without breaking the kiss and pants against yours lips. You don’t even care that you had taken a shower hours ago, you just craved the feeling of him. Quickly taking your shorts and top off, you then unbuckle his belt with shaky hands, guiding him inside of the shower and down onto his shower chair, once his clothes were off. "Fuck," he groaned, head thrown back as you take his prosthetic off and massage the chafed skin, lips brushing up his muscular thighs. You nuzzle your face against him and place small kisses on his already leaking cock, hard and ready for you. "Just like that, sweet girl, make me feel good," he encourages you, though his voice is strained and absolutely devastated. He needed you so so much, his sweet girl making him feel good and taking care of him.

Slowly you sucked his tip into your mouth, humming contentedly and closing your eyes for a few seconds; the pure sight of it was so dirty and sexy to Jack, he could cum right then and there. He quickly pulled your head back by your hair and guided you to straddle him in his chair. His other hand stroked his flushed and swollen cock, before nudging your entrance and whimpering at the brief contact. The whimper sent you into a different universe and you couldn’t help yourself as you slid his dick inside of you. He was so thick, stretching you out and filling you up, making you feel him in your stomach. "Just like that, couldn’t even wait for me, such a desperate girl," he moaned as you he felt your tight heat around him. "Jack- jack oh god," your eyes rolled back and you slowly started to move your hips against his, riding him and grinding against him, knees buckling, nails running down his chest. "Yeah, use your nails on my chest, just like that, sweetheart. Doin‘ soo good for me," he cooed and gasps as your hips stuttered, the grey hairs around his base scratching your clit deliciously.

The shower water was running down your heated bodies, adding more friction and wetness. His thighs were absolutely soaked with your arousal, your own thighs sticky with it. "Jackie, i wanna cum, please let me cum," you cried out as he pulled you down and slowly moved his hips up into you, fucking you stupid. You could feel him deep inside of you, his tip brushing against your cervix, the harder his hips moved, your thighs slapping against his. "Not yet, sweetheart, wanna feel you a little longer. You wanna be good for me don’t you? Show me how good you can be and hold it in," he breathed against your lips. His hands urged you to scratch his chest and his back, he wanted you to leave marks on him, his own hands digging into your plush hips, gripping you tightly.

"Stupid girl, getting me riled up and so close already, fuuuck," he groaned, before he spit onto where you were connected. He started rubbing your clit with his thumb and pulled your face closer to see the way he fucked you stupid. "Open your mouth for me, i know you want to," he pants, clocking his tongue as you obediently part your lips for him. He spits into your mouth and forces his thumb between your lips, making you suck on it. "You swallow when you cum, got it?," he grits out, his balls drawing together as you tightened around him. "Hmmjack," you cried out desperately. You needed to cum, your clit was aching and the knot in your stomach kept tightening, you were basically strangling his cock and Jack couldn’t hold back no more.

"Look at that, strangling my cock and desperate to cum yeah? Oh fuck yeah you are, cum for me, show me how much you want it." You came hard, your lips parted in a silent scream as his spit ran down your throat, he came with a throaty moan of your name, filling you up, until it was dripping right out of you.

You slumped into his chest and closed your eyes as your orgasm subsided slowly. You caught your breath and let him pull your face up, to kiss you gently, hands caressing your body, worshiping you. "Love you,“ he whispers hoarsely before slowly washing you, while you were still in his lap, his softening and twitching cock inside of you, keeping his cum plugged in. You stayed like that for a little while, just holding each other and kissing slowly, there was no heat, just softness and warmth.

Once you were both clean, you slowly moved your hips up and both watched his cum slide out of you. His fingers quickly caught it and he brought them up to your lips, groaning as you sucked his fingers clean, while you moaned at the combined taste of you both.

A little while later you were both sprawled out on the couch, his arms wrapped around you as you fed him slowly and occasionally placed a kiss over his face. You were dressed in one of his old shirts and some panties, while he was only wearing some comfortable shorts. "I should apply some ointment or something onto your chest," you wince at the sight and feel your cheeks heating up. "Oh-ho, definitely not, sweetheart, I‘ll carry these with pride. Wanna show everyone how good i made my woman feel," he winks at you and you just look away flustered, snorting slightly. This man was unbelievable sometimes, but you absolutely loved it.

"Nice tits, abbot," you commented instead, making the older man laugh and pull you into his chest. It didn’t take ling for you both to fall asleep in your bed, both exhausted from the day, though it was debatable if it was the cardio in the shower or work.

[rileysangel]

Use your words- S. R MDNI

A/n: This is just a small imagine story that came to my mind. Currently i‘m also working on a fauxcest story with Simon, so stay tuned for thaat.

MDNI: Bondage, possessive!Simon, breeding, hair pulling, rough sex

"Simon," you call out from the living room, making Simon immediately snap and walk up to you. His eyes are widened and his hands immediately find their ways to your waist, "Love?," he asks worried, looking you up and down and glancing around the room, looking for a potential threat, in this case a spider.

Your glare softens a little, but you cross your arms and try to hold your grudge against him and keeping a distance between you two. It was so unfair because he always knew how to soften you and make you submit to him again and he never failed to prove that. You weren’t mad at him at all, but sometimes you just liked to give him an attitude, or you just liked- no, loved his attention. "Come on, love, why you givin‘ me an attitude hm?," he cooed softly against your ear, pulling you into his chest as his hand gently started kneading your ass, the other one running up your back and making you shiver.

"You don’t love me," you pout and nuzzle against him, whining softly. He just smiles amused and wraps your hair around his hand, twice. "Is it love? I don’t love you enough? You don’t feel appreciated?"

He tugs your head back and makes you wince, your hands running down his chest and pulling him closer by the loop of his belt. He groans and smashes his lips against yours, the kiss everything but slow and gentle. You can’t help but moan into his mouth, knees buckling and fingers trying to undo his belt. Suddenly he grabs your wrists and pulls back, pupils dilated and eyes dark, making your breath catch.

It doesn’t take him long until you’re underneath him, hands tied behind your back with his belt and mouth stuffed with your soaked panties. "Look at you, all soaked and pouty for me, angel. You like that? Come on, baby use your words," he mocks you, as he pounds into you hard, his tip hitting your sensitive spot without even trying. Brain all mushy and all thoughts gone you cry out as tears run down your face, drool dripping down your mouth. "Please please," you cry out, your stomach is quivering with need and your legs are trembling as his thick thighs strangle yours. He doesn’t just fuck you, he takes from you and ruins you entirely for anyone else. Simon Riley owns you body and soul and he keeps proving that as he fills you up and claims you.

[rileysangel]

Haiii I luv ur writing and I saw that you were planning on doing smth with fauxcest in the future but only per request so I was wondering if u could do it w simon pls tyy xx

Hii lovely thank you so so much, that means a lot to me.

Yes I absolutely can do a fauxcest story with Simon, if you have a certain scenario or anything I would appreciate it, if you could send that as a request too, cause this would be my first time writing it, even though i‘ve read stories like that😭 definitely nervous but sooo excited to write this

[rileysangel]

Heyy guys,

I think in the future i will write fauxcest too, but in the beginning only per request. So if you have a character or anything in mind, you can send me a private message or anonymous request.

Love you all myy blog besties,

Bambi🦢

[rileysangel]

Summary: Jack comes home after his 4th of july shift and uses you as his stress relief.

Warnings: MDNI, shower sex, spit kink(?), praise, reference to quinn audio (use nails on my chest), degradation, thumb in mouth, tasting each other, breeding kink; mentions of being shot at and wounds, slight mention of insecurity, porn w/ o plot

A/n: I don’t use AI, i don’t want my work fed to that bullshit and don’t support it. This has been in my drafts for a while and i just finished it, i did proof read a little, but also not really so please bear with me.

It was a hot july evening and you were laying on the couch exhausted, your hair damp from the shower you’ve taken. It also was a friday night which usually meant either going out with your friends, or spending time with your boyfriend Jack. Jack Abbot was the attending physician in Pittsburgh‘s emergency department. You had met him around a year ago when you twisted your ankle, completely drunk. Then you kept flirting with him as he treated you, making the poor man blush so much, that Ellis and Shen kept teasing him. The man was a big flirt, flirted with everyone and everywhere, but he wasn’t used to being the one that got flirted with. Especially not by a beautiful patient like you, so it was no surprise to anyone when you gave him your number, that he texted you and wanted to spend time with you.

"Hey, it’s Jack from the hospital, how are you doing, especially your ankle?" Then everything slowly came crashing down, the memories of the way you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, how you kept calling him Pittsburgh‘s McDreamy and how you wanted him to keep the uniform on. You were beyond embarrassed and couldn’t text him back for nearly a week, until you finally found the courage. Since then he had taken you on multiple dates, had told you about his wife that passed away, how he lost his leg.

Now a year later you were basically living with him, though it wasn’t official yet, but he knew that he wanted you there when he came home from work, he wanted to wake up next to you and fall asleep with you in his arms. And honestly? You didn’t want to go to your small and lonely apartment either, you were worried that you were emotionally too dependent on him.

Today was one of those nights, where you kept overthinking your relationship with him and basically your whole life, especially because he wasn’t home yet and you were really impatient to finally spend some much needed time together. Just you and him over the weekend, nothing and no one else, it was just what he needed after a week like this. His buddy from SWAT had been shot, he was shot at and then the cyber attack; Jack needed you and was desperate to go home. So the moment his shift ended, he changed out of his uniform and made his way home.

You jumped up excitedly as the door opened and locked, immediately wrapping your arms around jack, just like he pulled you into his chest and inhaled your comforting scent. He gently nuzzled his nose against your neck and felt the stress and weight lifting off of his shoulders. "Missed you so so much, sweetheart," he murmured. You didn’t care that he was a little sweaty, you were relieved that he was finally home, safe and in your arms. "Missed you too, Jack," you sigh and pull back to capture his lips in a desperate kiss. He didn’t hesitate and thread his fingers through your hair, his lips moving against yours, teeth clashing and tongues tangling.

You tug his shirt up and break the kiss for a second, to throw it aside. He guides you into the bathroom without breaking the kiss and pants against yours lips. You don’t even care that you had taken a shower hours ago, you just craved the feeling of him. Quickly taking your shorts and top off, you then unbuckle his belt with shaky hands, guiding him inside of the shower and down onto his shower chair, once his clothes were off. "Fuck," he groaned, head thrown back as you take his prosthetic off and massage the chafed skin, lips brushing up his muscular thighs. You nuzzle your face against him and place small kisses on his already leaking cock, hard and ready for you. "Just like that, sweet girl, make me feel good," he encourages you, though his voice is strained and absolutely devastated. He needed you so so much, his sweet girl making him feel good and taking care of him.

Slowly you sucked his tip into your mouth, humming contentedly and closing your eyes for a few seconds; the pure sight of it was so dirty and sexy to Jack, he could cum right then and there. He quickly pulled your head back by your hair and guided you to straddle him in his chair. His other hand stroked his flushed and swollen cock, before nudging your entrance and whimpering at the brief contact. The whimper sent you into a different universe and you couldn’t help yourself as you slid his dick inside of you. He was so thick, stretching you out and filling you up, making you feel him in your stomach. "Just like that, couldn’t even wait for me, such a desperate girl," he moaned as you he felt your tight heat around him. "Jack- jack oh god," your eyes rolled back and you slowly started to move your hips against his, riding him and grinding against him, knees buckling, nails running down his chest. "Yeah, use your nails on my chest, just like that, sweetheart. Doin‘ soo good for me," he cooed and gasps as your hips stuttered, the grey hairs around his base scratching your clit deliciously.

The shower water was running down your heated bodies, adding more friction and wetness. His thighs were absolutely soaked with your arousal, your own thighs sticky with it. "Jackie, i wanna cum, please let me cum," you cried out as he pulled you down and slowly moved his hips up into you, fucking you stupid. You could feel him deep inside of you, his tip brushing against your cervix, the harder his hips moved, your thighs slapping against his. "Not yet, sweetheart, wanna feel you a little longer. You wanna be good for me don’t you? Show me how good you can be and hold it in," he breathed against your lips. His hands urged you to scratch his chest and his back, he wanted you to leave marks on him, his own hands digging into your plush hips, gripping you tightly.

"Stupid girl, getting me riled up and so close already, fuuuck," he groaned, before he spit onto where you were connected. He started rubbing your clit with his thumb and pulled your face closer to see the way he fucked you stupid. "Open your mouth for me, i know you want to," he pants, clocking his tongue as you obediently part your lips for him. He spits into your mouth and forces his thumb between your lips, making you suck on it. "You swallow when you cum, got it?," he grits out, his balls drawing together as you tightened around him. "Hmmjack," you cried out desperately. You needed to cum, your clit was aching and the knot in your stomach kept tightening, you were basically strangling his cock and Jack couldn’t hold back no more.

"Look at that, strangling my cock and desperate to cum yeah? Oh fuck yeah you are, cum for me, show me how much you want it." You came hard, your lips parted in a silent scream as his spit ran down your throat, he came with a throaty moan of your name, filling you up, until it was dripping right out of you.

You slumped into his chest and closed your eyes as your orgasm subsided slowly. You caught your breath and let him pull your face up, to kiss you gently, hands caressing your body, worshiping you. "Love you,“ he whispers hoarsely before slowly washing you, while you were still in his lap, his softening and twitching cock inside of you, keeping his cum plugged in. You stayed like that for a little while, just holding each other and kissing slowly, there was no heat, just softness and warmth.

Once you were both clean, you slowly moved your hips up and both watched his cum slide out of you. His fingers quickly caught it and he brought them up to your lips, groaning as you sucked his fingers clean, while you moaned at the combined taste of you both.

A little while later you were both sprawled out on the couch, his arms wrapped around you as you fed him slowly and occasionally placed a kiss over his face. You were dressed in one of his old shirts and some panties, while he was only wearing some comfortable shorts. "I should apply some ointment or something onto your chest," you wince at the sight and feel your cheeks heating up. "Oh-ho, definitely not, sweetheart, I‘ll carry these with pride. Wanna show everyone how good i made my woman feel," he winks at you and you just look away flustered, snorting slightly. This man was unbelievable sometimes, but you absolutely loved it.

"Nice tits, abbot," you commented instead, making the older man laugh and pull you into his chest. It didn’t take ling for you both to fall asleep in your bed, both exhausted from the day, though it was debatable if it was the cardio in the shower or work.

[rileysangel]

Nothing‘s gonns hurt you baby- S. R

Touch starved reader x touch starved Simon, who hated the idea of physical touch

Warnings/ Tw: MDNI! Mentions of abuse, ComicCanon Simon Riley, mentions if scars, suicidal thoughts, mentions of death, brief hints of Simon’s SA experience, Panic attack, bullying, Trauma bonding- ish, angsty, hurt, comfort at the end

A/n: Listened to Ethel Cain and thought about my life when i wrote this, so everyone is suffering i guess😞

When Tommy and his family were murdered, Simon had lost it completely, he was tortured mentally and psychologically on deployments, he went crazy. He became Ghost and you kept haunting that ghost the moment he saw you. Everywhere he went he looked for you, until one day you kept glancing back at him in a bookstore. Did Ghost read? Occasionally on deployments, at the base, did he need a book right now? Absolutely not.

He couldn’t figure out if you were intrigued by the mask or shitless scared. He decided that you were intrigued when you walked up to him and asked him a silly question about which book you should get, catching the giant soldier off guard.

You didn’t know why you walked up to him, or why you had asked which book you should get, but you were thankful that you did, because now this giant soldier and stranger was your boyfriend. It was a rocky start because Ghost- Simon carried his battle wounds everywhere with him, he didn’t know how to not be Ghost anymore and how to be Simon. But he was willing to reflect and not change, but develop so he continued his therapy, it wasn’t always comfortable, but comfort was a luxury to Simon, a luxury that he never really got to experience. Not throughout his childhood, teenage years or his adult life. The coldness was reflected in his barely lived in apartment, in the way he treated himself, but deep inside he wanted to unlearn it, he hated it. Simon craved to be held, that someone kissed each scar and told him that everything will be okay, that he is safe. He would never admit it though, because at the same time the idea of someone touching him and looking at him digusted him.

Noticing Simon wasn’t that hard, he was tall and broad and he had a balaclava the second time you saw him, you barely remember the first time, but what made you see him was that familiar look in his eyes. Mentally he was far away, dissociated and you‘re familiar with that feeling, hell you felt disconnected with your mind and body since you were a child, the daily abuse and cruelty from everyone around you making you want to disappear.

You were intrigued by him and kept feeling his eyes on you, so nervously you had walked up to him and asked him the silliest question that came to your mind, catching him off guard. You have no idea how it happened, but somehow you gave him your number and he texted you, short and brief, but in a military precision and maybe awkward way.

Slowly texting turned into phone calls when he was deployed, then you met up for a date in a pub. It was comfortable because it wasn’t quiet, there were noises and people and the lights made you feel cozy. You liked orange and dimmed lights and Simon noticed the way your eyes glimmered and the way goosebumps spread all over your skin.

The next day he bought an orange light for his apartment in case you came over one day. The idea of you being comfortable in his space made him feel excited, at the same time he was unsure about someone else being in his space.

"Hey, I’m back from deployment, thought tht‘ maybe y‘ wanna know," he called you, desperate to hear your soft voice. "Yeah? 'M really glad that you’re back," you told him flustered over the phone. His heartbeat quickened and he ended the call without another word, leaving you startled and confused, if you had said something wrong. He texted you after that, that he had missed you. He felt guilty for treating you like that and scoffed at himself before driving to your place and properly apologising, without explaining himself though.

There were days were you barely texted him, where he kept checking his phone, or weeks where he didn’t text due to deployment. You kept wondering if he really liked you, would he find you repulsive if he would get to know you further? What would he say about the scars on your body, about your body and you. Is it possible to love you?

You wanted to talk to him and open up to him. You desperately wanted him to open up to you slowly, because you were falling for him. You saw the way he wanted to open up, the way his lips tugged into a small smile when he talked about his team, especially his bestfriend Johnny.

On a rainy and gloomy friday afternoon he had invited you over to his place, mainly because he wanted you to get comfortable here. So now you were in his car after getting ready the whole day, shaving and shower and makeup and stuff. You were wearing some flared jeans and a dark purple babydoll top, your favourite. "Are you comfortable with me?," you ask him, turning your head to look at him as he drove through to his place. He stayed quiet for a second and swallowed hard before nodding. "I do and I want to show you, love." He comes to a halt infront of his apartment and turns the car off, before rubbing his eyes, a heavy lump in his throat.

"Do you- should we go inside or?," you ask hesitantly, swallowing hard. He reaches out and intertwines your hands in a desperate attempt to collect himself. "Yeah, okay,“ he nods and quickly gets out to open your door and cover you from the rain. Once you’re upstairs infront of his apartment he hesitates and opens the door, leading you inside.

You look around his apartment, taking the barely lived space in. There are no pictures, no decorations, just the needed furniture, a lamp and a few books.

"Looks cozy," you tell him softly, glancing back at him as he avoided eye contact. You quickly took your shoes off and followed him to the couch, where you left a small distance between your bodies.

"Love-" his voice broke and you turned your body towards his, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I lost them all, Tommy, my nephew- just- i couldn’t protect them," he breaks down and you immediately wrap your arms around him. Despite your heart dropping, you keep rubbing his back and feeling the raised scars there. "It’s okay, Si,“ you whisper hoarsely, slowly understanding why. "They took them away from me, killed them when i was on a deployment. They keep haunting me in my dreams, they’re everywhere," his voice raises desperately and he pulls away from your touch. It takes your breath away and you immediately let him go, giving him space for a second, before hesitantly reaching out for him again. "They buried me with a dead man and hung me up with a hook, they scarred me for life." He can’t stop rambling and breaking down, his mind shutting down as he feels the familiar signs of a panic attack. So do you and you gently turn his face towards yours, trying to calm him down, but your voice barely reaches him. He’s drowning in his pain that he burried so deep inside of himself, the difference is that you’re here to save him this time. "Come on, Si take a breath for me, please," you try to reach him desperately and wrap u arms around him to ground him, rubbing his back again and whispering anything into his ear.

Minutes later he’s exhausted and laying in your arms, with you running your hands through his hair and asking yourself how he even managed all of this. He’s numb and disgusted with himself that he let someone see him in this state, but you quickly shut that thought down as you see it crossing his mind. "I’m here now, i promise." You lean down and press a barely there kiss onto his forehead, making him wince. After a while he sits up properly and buries his face in his hands, shaking his head and mumbling to himself.

"I have baggage, 'lot of it, you deserve-" No," you interrupt him immediately and grabbing his hand. "You don’t get to decide what I deserve and not, i can make decisions for myself and I want you, Simon Riley. I want every part of you, Ghost included, but I also want you to want me," you swallow hard and feel your eyes burning with tears.

Without another word he takes his shirt off and shares his biggest pain with you; his scars from days and weeks long of torture, that made him avoid mirrors for a long period. He doesn’t know how to react when you start tracing every scar gently, before kissing it with his consent. "Every part of you," you whisper against his skin, before burying your face in the crook of his neck.

For the first time in his life he wasn’t disgusted with being touched and he didn’t want this to stop, I’m not leaving, not if you don’t want me to," you murmur as he slowly melts into your body and pulls you down, to lay on the couch. He pulls you into his chest tightly and starts running his hands through your hair, both of you silent and just exhausted and content being held by each other. "Don’t ever leave me, love, ever." He grabs the scratch blanket over the back of the couch and drapes it over you, before you fall asleep together.

Hours later he wakes up with a headache from his panic attack, his throat dry and he kinda felt lightheaded. You slowly open your eyes as you feel him move underneath and look up groggily. "Let me get you some water," you murmur tiredly, before standing up and nearly tripping over the small coffee table, making him snort. "Not funny, seriously?," you reply despite a stupid and sheepish grin spreading across your face. You get him a glass of water and grab some painkillers from your purse, before handing it to him and yawning. Simon makes you drink a sip first, before downing the bottle and pulling you back down with him.

"This wasn’t how i planned this," he starts softly with a sigh; "I want you to tell me about yourself too, I want to know what happened to you."

"Not right now- "Exactly now," he interrupts gently, before you give in with a sigh.

"My dad was abusive, there isn’t one day in my life where i didn’t feel like i wanted to disappear and everything to end. School was full of bullies and i just- fuck," you sigh and swallow hard. "I’m anxious as fuck all the time and I always feel like no one will ever love me. I- I have some scars too, those raised ones, just from a different cause and i hate it," you continue before sitting up. You know that he had probably felt the scars on your shoulders as you cuddled, so before you could overthink you pull you sleeve down a little and show him your biggest insecurity. Just like you did he looks at them before kissing each and everyone, smiling a little. "You know what I think? I think we are meant to be," he murmurs gently, making you tear up this time.

Both of you had endured so much pain and suffering, but life had brought you together now and you could feel comfort and peace for once.

That day changed everything for you both and Simon started carrying a reminder of you in his gloves, when he was away on a mission, always carrying you with him. He was holding on to you when he was gone, because now he had a reason to live and a reason to come back. Slowly you left some pictures in his apartment too, brought some colour not only into his space but also into his life, so did he. He always gave you his dog tags when he was away, so that you could carry a reminder of him as well, it made him feel better. "Thanks," you had mumbled, clearly flustered and he only leaned down and kissed you gently, smiling against your lips.

You had both found happiness in the end and this was only the beginning of your life together, there was so much more to experience yet.

[rileysangel]

Nothing‘s gonns hurt you baby- S. R

Touch starved reader x touch starved Simon, who hated the idea of physical touch

Warnings/ Tw: MDNI! Mentions of abuse, ComicCanon Simon Riley, mentions if scars, suicidal thoughts, mentions of death, brief hints of Simon’s SA experience, Panic attack, bullying, Trauma bonding- ish, angsty, hurt, comfort at the end

A/n: Listened to Ethel Cain and thought about my life when i wrote this, so everyone is suffering i guess😞

When Tommy and his family were murdered, Simon had lost it completely, he was tortured mentally and psychologically on deployments, he went crazy. He became Ghost and you kept haunting that ghost the moment he saw you. Everywhere he went he looked for you, until one day you kept glancing back at him in a bookstore. Did Ghost read? Occasionally on deployments, at the base, did he need a book right now? Absolutely not.

He couldn’t figure out if you were intrigued by the mask or shitless scared. He decided that you were intrigued when you walked up to him and asked him a silly question about which book you should get, catching the giant soldier off guard.

You didn’t know why you walked up to him, or why you had asked which book you should get, but you were thankful that you did, because now this giant soldier and stranger was your boyfriend. It was a rocky start because Ghost- Simon carried his battle wounds everywhere with him, he didn’t know how to not be Ghost anymore and how to be Simon. But he was willing to reflect and not change, but develop so he continued his therapy, it wasn’t always comfortable, but comfort was a luxury to Simon, a luxury that he never really got to experience. Not throughout his childhood, teenage years or his adult life. The coldness was reflected in his barely lived in apartment, in the way he treated himself, but deep inside he wanted to unlearn it, he hated it. Simon craved to be held, that someone kissed each scar and told him that everything will be okay, that he is safe. He would never admit it though, because at the same time the idea of someone touching him and looking at him digusted him.

Noticing Simon wasn’t that hard, he was tall and broad and he had a balaclava the second time you saw him, you barely remember the first time, but what made you see him was that familiar look in his eyes. Mentally he was far away, dissociated and you‘re familiar with that feeling, hell you felt disconnected with your mind and body since you were a child, the daily abuse and cruelty from everyone around you making you want to disappear.

You were intrigued by him and kept feeling his eyes on you, so nervously you had walked up to him and asked him the silliest question that came to your mind, catching him off guard. You have no idea how it happened, but somehow you gave him your number and he texted you, short and brief, but in a military precision and maybe awkward way.

Slowly texting turned into phone calls when he was deployed, then you met up for a date in a pub. It was comfortable because it wasn’t quiet, there were noises and people and the lights made you feel cozy. You liked orange and dimmed lights and Simon noticed the way your eyes glimmered and the way goosebumps spread all over your skin.

The next day he bought an orange light for his apartment in case you came over one day. The idea of you being comfortable in his space made him feel excited, at the same time he was unsure about someone else being in his space.

"Hey, I’m back from deployment, thought tht‘ maybe y‘ wanna know," he called you, desperate to hear your soft voice. "Yeah? 'M really glad that you’re back," you told him flustered over the phone. His heartbeat quickened and he ended the call without another word, leaving you startled and confused, if you had said something wrong. He texted you after that, that he had missed you. He felt guilty for treating you like that and scoffed at himself before driving to your place and properly apologising, without explaining himself though.

There were days were you barely texted him, where he kept checking his phone, or weeks where he didn’t text due to deployment. You kept wondering if he really liked you, would he find you repulsive if he would get to know you further? What would he say about the scars on your body, about your body and you. Is it possible to love you?

You wanted to talk to him and open up to him. You desperately wanted him to open up to you slowly, because you were falling for him. You saw the way he wanted to open up, the way his lips tugged into a small smile when he talked about his team, especially his bestfriend Johnny.

On a rainy and gloomy friday afternoon he had invited you over to his place, mainly because he wanted you to get comfortable here. So now you were in his car after getting ready the whole day, shaving and shower and makeup and stuff. You were wearing some flared jeans and a dark purple babydoll top, your favourite. "Are you comfortable with me?," you ask him, turning your head to look at him as he drove through to his place. He stayed quiet for a second and swallowed hard before nodding. "I do and I want to show you, love." He comes to a halt infront of his apartment and turns the car off, before rubbing his eyes, a heavy lump in his throat.

"Do you- should we go inside or?," you ask hesitantly, swallowing hard. He reaches out and intertwines your hands in a desperate attempt to collect himself. "Yeah, okay,“ he nods and quickly gets out to open your door and cover you from the rain. Once you’re upstairs infront of his apartment he hesitates and opens the door, leading you inside.

You look around his apartment, taking the barely lived space in. There are no pictures, no decorations, just the needed furniture, a lamp and a few books.

"Looks cozy," you tell him softly, glancing back at him as he avoided eye contact. You quickly took your shoes off and followed him to the couch, where you left a small distance between your bodies.

"Love-" his voice broke and you turned your body towards his, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I lost them all, Tommy, my nephew- just- i couldn’t protect them," he breaks down and you immediately wrap your arms around him. Despite your heart dropping, you keep rubbing his back and feeling the raised scars there. "It’s okay, Si,“ you whisper hoarsely, slowly understanding why. "They took them away from me, killed them when i was on a deployment. They keep haunting me in my dreams, they’re everywhere," his voice raises desperately and he pulls away from your touch. It takes your breath away and you immediately let him go, giving him space for a second, before hesitantly reaching out for him again. "They buried me with a dead man and hung me up with a hook, they scarred me for life." He can’t stop rambling and breaking down, his mind shutting down as he feels the familiar signs of a panic attack. So do you and you gently turn his face towards yours, trying to calm him down, but your voice barely reaches him. He’s drowning in his pain that he burried so deep inside of himself, the difference is that you’re here to save him this time. "Come on, Si take a breath for me, please," you try to reach him desperately and wrap u arms around him to ground him, rubbing his back again and whispering anything into his ear.

Minutes later he’s exhausted and laying in your arms, with you running your hands through his hair and asking yourself how he even managed all of this. He’s numb and disgusted with himself that he let someone see him in this state, but you quickly shut that thought down as you see it crossing his mind. "I’m here now, i promise." You lean down and press a barely there kiss onto his forehead, making him wince. After a while he sits up properly and buries his face in his hands, shaking his head and mumbling to himself.

"I have baggage, 'lot of it, you deserve-" No," you interrupt him immediately and grabbing his hand. "You don’t get to decide what I deserve and not, i can make decisions for myself and I want you, Simon Riley. I want every part of you, Ghost included, but I also want you to want me," you swallow hard and feel your eyes burning with tears.

Without another word he takes his shirt off and shares his biggest pain with you; his scars from days and weeks long of torture, that made him avoid mirrors for a long period. He doesn’t know how to react when you start tracing every scar gently, before kissing it with his consent. "Every part of you," you whisper against his skin, before burying your face in the crook of his neck.

For the first time in his life he wasn’t disgusted with being touched and he didn’t want this to stop, I’m not leaving, not if you don’t want me to," you murmur as he slowly melts into your body and pulls you down, to lay on the couch. He pulls you into his chest tightly and starts running his hands through your hair, both of you silent and just exhausted and content being held by each other. "Don’t ever leave me, love, ever." He grabs the scratch blanket over the back of the couch and drapes it over you, before you fall asleep together.

Hours later he wakes up with a headache from his panic attack, his throat dry and he kinda felt lightheaded. You slowly open your eyes as you feel him move underneath and look up groggily. "Let me get you some water," you murmur tiredly, before standing up and nearly tripping over the small coffee table, making him snort. "Not funny, seriously?," you reply despite a stupid and sheepish grin spreading across your face. You get him a glass of water and grab some painkillers from your purse, before handing it to him and yawning. Simon makes you drink a sip first, before downing the bottle and pulling you back down with him.

"This wasn’t how i planned this," he starts softly with a sigh; "I want you to tell me about yourself too, I want to know what happened to you."

"Not right now- "Exactly now," he interrupts gently, before you give in with a sigh.

"My dad was abusive, there isn’t one day in my life where i didn’t feel like i wanted to disappear and everything to end. School was full of bullies and i just- fuck," you sigh and swallow hard. "I’m anxious as fuck all the time and I always feel like no one will ever love me. I- I have some scars too, those raised ones, just from a different cause and i hate it," you continue before sitting up. You know that he had probably felt the scars on your shoulders as you cuddled, so before you could overthink you pull you sleeve down a little and show him your biggest insecurity. Just like you did he looks at them before kissing each and everyone, smiling a little. "You know what I think? I think we are meant to be," he murmurs gently, making you tear up this time.

Both of you had endured so much pain and suffering, but life had brought you together now and you could feel comfort and peace for once.

That day changed everything for you both and Simon started carrying a reminder of you in his gloves, when he was away on a mission, always carrying you with him. He was holding on to you when he was gone, because now he had a reason to live and a reason to come back. Slowly you left some pictures in his apartment too, brought some colour not only into his space but also into his life, so did he. He always gave you his dog tags when he was away, so that you could carry a reminder of him as well, it made him feel better. "Thanks," you had mumbled, clearly flustered and he only leaned down and kissed you gently, smiling against your lips.

You had both found happiness in the end and this was only the beginning of your life together, there was so much more to experience yet.

[thelotusblondie]

[rileysangel]

Are you guys interested in fauxcest with Simon or Jack or anyone?

Yess pleaseee

Not really 😞

Voting ended onAug 9

[rileysangel]

Jack makes it rain

Content warning; MDNI public sex, squirting, degradation, fucking at work, breeding kink, praise

A/n: I don’t support or use Ai, don’t copy my work and feed it into that bs please🙏

"Such a good girl, you like getting fucked in public?," he mocked you, his cock deep inside of you and making your stomach bulge. He was pressing you face first into the wall of the on call room, one leg held up by his hand, making him fuck you so so much deeper. To say that Jack was fucking you stupid in the storage closet was an understatement, the man was fucking your soul at the same time.

His hips were slapping against your ass, his belly pressed against your back in a perfect angle. "Jaa- oh fuck," you shrieked as he kept fucking into your spongy and sensitive g spot, your eyes rolling back hard, your lips parted in a silent scream. "Shh, come on, baby, you don’t wanna get us caught, yeah? Or do you want the whole ER to know what a desperate slut you are for me? Wanna let everybody know how much she loves my cock?," he taunts, his hand cupping your pussy while he fucks into you hard, the wet slaps of his hips against yours echoing in the small room. The more he talked, the more he could feel your desperate and achy cunt squeeze him, choking his heavy cock.

"Oh-ho, she definitely loves this, don’t you?,“ he coos and bites down hard on your shoulder as you start nearing your orgasm. You could feel your pussy strangling him and the desperate urge to pee as he kept hitting that oh so sensitive spot inside of you, opening you up for his own pleasure.

"Jack please, you‘re gonna- please," you sob and cry into the wall, before your orgasm consumes you, squirting out of you and wetting his thighs and stomach. "Fuck, such a good fucking girl, squirting on my cock like a slut," he groans, his own orgasm taking over and filling your begging cunt up.

He kept fucking you and himself into overstimulation, before finally pulling out and quickly pulling your panties and scrubs back up. "Keep it all inside of you, want you full of my cum," he whispers in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you. You try to catch your breath and lean into him, happy and satisfied. You were his little brat after all.

[rileysangel]

Your lips my lips, apocalypse

Summary: Samira Mohan surprises reader at the end of her day and shows her how much she loves her

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, shower sex, fingering, cunnilingus, tiny bit doctor play and Samira and Reader absolutely in love with each other.

A/n: Finally finished this gem and i absolutely need this rn. I can not wait for friday to come, where i hopefully can write some more stories. this is for you @gloomystateofmind <33

You could feel the rain pattering against the window as you were sitting in the room at the clinic, preparing an eval for next monday. You had finished OT school months ago and had successfully scored a job, your first real job, specialised in paediatrics. Weeks ago you had celebrated it with your friends, where you met Samira Mohan, your girlfriend . Immediately love struck and awed you had asked her for a dance, which turned into a few dates.

Now you were going out and saw her every moment you could, once you both were done with work. Today you were the one working a little later on a friday evening, catching up on your reports. Finally done, you quickly locked up your small office and changed into a top and jacket that you had taken from Samira‘s closet and some jeans, before making your way out.

Exhausted and completely caught up in your mind, you didn’t notice that Samira was waiting for you, leaning against the car with a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

"Hey, gorgeous," she called out gently with a smile, her dear eyes sparkling as she sees your exhausted fprm. Your own eyes immediately light up at the sight of her and you wrap your arms around her waist. "What are you doing here?," you mumble into her shoulder happily, as she wraps her one warm around you, grounding you after your long day.

"Wanted to surprise my smart and amazing and beautiful girlfriend from work," she teases as she pulls back and pecks your lips. You melt into the kiss and grin while your cheeks heat up, despite the cool rain around you both. "God, you’re such a tease, Mohan," you giggled flustered.

She playfully pinches your cheek and hands you the bouquet with another peck on the lips. "Come on, we‘re gonna have a movie night at my place, i thought about everything," she opens the door for you and urges you inside, before she gets in the driver’s seat and starts the car, one hand on your thigh. "I could kiss you right now, how do you always know what i need and want?," you whine playfully, intertwining your hands as she pulls into the traffic and makes her way home to her apartment.

"Hmm, maybe because i know what my girlfriend wants and what her soul needs," she mused, which made you playfully roll your eyes at her.

"But seriously, all I could think of was you and being in your arms and just away from work," your voice softened and you swallow hard as you turn your head, to look at her. Her curls were framing her face, her eyes lit up under the lights and her lips shining with her favourite lip gloss. You reached out with your hand to brush her hair away from her face and hum contentedly.

"Me too," she sighed and leaned into your touch, which made your heart skip a beat. "You’re gonna distract me like this," she glanced at you quickly, her eyes on the road again.

"And you’re so beautiful that you keep distracting me," you murmured with a warm look in your eyes. You were in love with her, so much, you could feel your walls crumbling around her.

Oh how much she loved you, sometimes she questioned if this was real, because it was too hood to be true. She loved you so much, not even Robby could ruin her mood at work.

Once you were at her place you both rushed inside, though you still were slightly soaked from the rain. Finally in her apartment you took your shoes off, before she dragged you into her bathroom to take your makeup off and shower with you.

Your eyes traced her face as she stood close to you, so close that you could feel her gentle breathing. You couldn’t help but place small kisses in between every step, making her giggle and blush.

After quickly taking your (her) clothes off you drag her into the shower and let her wash your body and hair, her hands gentle and so warm, it made you feel fuzzy. "Mira," you sigh as her hard nipples pressed into your back, her hand sloowly dragging down your stomach, until it found your wetness. "Hmm?,“ she hums against your skin, placing small kisses on your neck as she slowly started rubbing your clit. "Let me take care of you, baby," she murmurs as her finger runs through your wet folds, making your thighs quiver slightly. You lean back into her and let your head drop against her shoulder as two of her fingers slide inside of you, teasing you and feeling how wet you are for her. "Oh god," you gasp, her fingers slowly curling inside of your gummy walls. "Tsk, not god, Mira," she whispers against your ear as you moan. Her fingers start moving inside of you, curling and thrusting, her other hand kneading your breasts, before caressing and squeezing your stomach. "Fuck Mira,“ you cried out as her skilled fingers found that one spot, her palm grinding against your swollen and begging clit. "Right there, yeah?,“ she hums and nudges her thigh between yours, to lift your leg a little and open you up for her. Your knees buckle and you grind your hips against her palm, desperate to cum and soak her fingers. "Are you gonna cum, baby? Come on, make your doctor proud and cum for her," she coos as her fingers move and curl faster inside of you, dedicated to make you fall apart.

"Show me what a good girl you can be for me, come on," she spurs you on, before you cry out her name as your orgasm crashes down over you, making you see stars. Your legs are shaking and you’re a quivering mess in her arms, before she turns you to face and lean against the wall, while she kneels down between yours legs and cleans you up with her skilled tongue.

"Fuuck, Mira please," your eyes roll back and you try to close your thighs as her lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. She pulls back satisfied and wraps her arms around you, whispering sweet words against your ear. "Thank you," you whisper hoarsely, turning your head to face her and kiss her soft lips, tasting yourself on her.

"Let me take care of you too," you murmur as you turn around in her arms and kiss her softly, your tongue tangling with her. She tries to protest but you quickly get down on your knees infront of her, tears pooling in your eyes. "Only thought about you the whole day, just wanted to come home." You sob as your tongue runs through her folds and flick her clit slowly, working her up. She coos and runs her fingers through your hair as you lap her slick up and suck her clit. You cried at the taste and comfort of her hands on you and the idea of pleasuring her. The vibrations if your cries and hiccups made her moan desperately and she lifted her one thigh onto your shoulder.

She came with a loud moan of your name, hands tightening in your hair as she soaked your face.

Once you were both cleaned up you blwodried each other’s hair, putting effort and gently styling her curls.

A short while later you were cuddled up with her, her fingers rubbing your back as your head was on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. "You know, i really love you," you tell her softly without hesitation, making her breath catch. You swallow hard and look up at her. "I love you too," she replies hoarsely. Her lips press against yours and you caress her cheek gently. Her lips keep pulling you back in until you’re breathless and she’s placing soft pecks, making you smile. Your day might have been stressful, but now you were in peace in each other’s arms.

[iheartshawn]

🩷 from the salt more than pepper curls , the crow's feet , the stubble , the neck wrinkles , the age spots , the freckles , the veins . . i can wax poetic about it for hourssssss

[x-strwbrry]

monochrome and messy

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, 18+

riding yer hot LT, lots of touching, spit kink, oral sex, 69 🐰

On a rainy day with the base to yourselves, you and Ghost decide to make the most of the empty rec room couch. What starts as you riding him in his t-shirt quickly escalates into a messy, passionate, and intensely intimate encounter.

The rain lashed against the glass, blurring the grey tarmac outside. The base was empty, the rest of the unit miles away on a supply run, leaving the communal rec room and its worn, creaking leather couch, entirely for you and Ghost.

Your knees were braced on either side of his thighs, the aged leather complaining softly beneath your weight. You had nothing on beneath his oversized black t-shirt, its hem bunching around your waist, exposing your bare chest and the wet, seamless fit of your bodies. The heat coming off him was suffocating, smelling of warm skin, and the faint, bitter trace of his soap.

You tried to set a fast pace, rolling your hips in a desperate bid for friction, but Simon’s hands shot up, wrapping around your hips like steel bands and stopping you dead.

"Slow down," he growled. The sound was muffled by the mask still pushed just over his nose, his dark eyes fixed on yours, refusal written in every line of his face. "You're in a hurry, Sergeant. I'm not."

"Simon, please," you exhaled, trying to shift against him anyway, but his fingers dug firmly into your skin, anchoring you.

"I said slow," he commanded, his voice dropping into that quiet, gravelly tone that left no room for argument.

He took over the rhythm, forcing a slow, punishingly deep circle that drew a long, ragged hiss from between his teeth. "Fuckin' hell," he groaned, the vibration rattling against your chest where your bodies pressed together. His gaze dipped, watching where he was buried deep inside you, taking in every inch as he dragged himself back out only to sink back in. "You look so fuckin' good like this. Ridin' me."

His praise went straight to your head, making your breath hitch. You planted your palms against his sternum, feeling the hard, frantic thud of his heart hammering against his ribs, a sharp contrast to his deliberate movements. "You feel so good, Si," you murmured, your throat dry. "So deep. You're gonna fuckin' ruin me."

His grip tightened on your hips, the tips of his blunt fingers leaving hot, dull aches in your flesh.

He was stretched thick inside you, the heavy pressure hovering right on the edge of pain before settling into a deep, dizzying ache. You could hear how slick you were — the wet, heavy friction of your movement filling the quiet room, layered over the steady drumming of the rain.

You started to lift yourself, rising until barely the tip remained inside, before sinking all the way back down, taking every bit of him. The sudden, hard depth made you both swear out loud.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, Simon!" you choked out, your chin tilting up as your hair fell over your shoulders.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice low and dense as velvet. "Eyes on me, Sergeant."

You forced your head up, your gaze locked onto his. Without the mask fully covering him, without the distance he kept on duty, he just looked wrecked by the feel of you. You reached out, and he caught your hand halfway, his wide, rough palm slotting against yours, scarred fingers lacing through yours. The contrast of his cold, calloused hand gripping yours while you rode him so relentlessly made your chest tighten with a sudden, sharp ache of intimacy.

You leveraged your joined hands to tilt your pelvis, grinding directly against the coarse hair at his base with every downstroke. "Jesus, right there," you gasped, your rhythm turning erratic, frantic. "Don't stop, don't fuckin' stop."

"Never," he gritted out, his hips snapping up to meet you with a heavy, blunt force that knocked the air from your lungs.

He let go of your hand only to pull the black fabric of his mask up past his nose. His lips were parted, wet and flushed, and the sight was almost too much to take. You leaned down, slotting your mouth over his in a messy, heavy kiss. It was all friction, heat, and needy noise; saliva mixing with the taste of his skin as you moaned right into his mouth.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, his chest heaving under your hands. He spat; a deliberate, hot drop of saliva that landed between your breasts. The raw, filthy unexpectedness of it made your heart leap into your throat. "Fuck, you're a dirty bastard," you whispered, a breathless laugh escaping you as you used your thumb to smear the wetness across your skin, keeping your eyes dead locked on his.

"Only for you, doll," he rasped, the word buzzing against your senses.

The pressure low in your belly turned into an unbearable, tight knot. You sat straight up, taking control again, riding him with everything you had left. "Simon, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," you warned, your voice cracking.

"Cum for me," he demanded, his own voice strained to its limit. "Fucking soak me. Let me feel it."

His order broke whatever restraint you had left. Your thighs clamped tight, your entire body going rigid as a wave of heat surged out of you, drenching his groin, his heavy trousers, and the leather couch beneath you. You shook violently, crying out as the release wracked through you, turning your limbs to lead.

"Holy fuck," Simon growled, the breath knocked out of him as he felt you drench him. His hand shot up, wrapping around the front of your throat, just applying enough steady pressure to hold you still, anchoring you while your body shuddered out the last of it. "That's it, my good girl. Look at you. So fuckin' beautiful when you squirt for me."

Before the tremors even settled, he moved. In one swift, heavy motion, he lifted you off his lap and laid you flat on your back against the leather. He loomed over you, his cock still fully hard and dripping with your slick, jutting from his unzipped fly.

"Need your mouth," he growled, his voice thick and rough. "Open up for me, doll."

You parted your lips without hesitation. He guided the wet, thick head of his cock past your teeth, sinking into your throat with a steady, unyielding rhythm that left you gasping around him.

"You feel so good," he hissed, his chin lifting toward the ceiling, the thick cords in his neck straining. "So fuckin' perfect. My girl. My dirty girl."

You looked up at him through watering eyes, your hands resting on the hard muscle of his thighs, anchoring yourself to him.

After a few heavy thrusts, his hand slid down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit hyper-sensitive and swollen and beginning a small, relentless circle.

Your back arched off the couch. "Simon, I—"

"I know," he murmured, his tone softening just a fraction. "Just one more. Give me one more, and I'll fill this pretty mouth up. Can you do that for me?"

You could only nod, the tight sensation already coiling back up in your gut. He shifted, maneuvering his heavy frame into a tight inverted 69, the weight of his hips framing your head as he buried his face between your thighs. You felt the warm shock of his breath against your wet skin a second before his tongue dragged up from your entrance to your clit in one long, broad stroke.

You gasped at the contact. Reaching up, you took his cock into your hands, pulling him back down to your mouth. You didn't just take him; you took your time, lapping at the vein running down the underside, swirling your tongue over the head before swallowing him down again. You let your saliva pool, coat his shaft, making every slide as wet and friction-free as possible.

He let out a heavy groan right against your skin, the vibration sending a sharp ripple straight through you. His mouth was relentless—his tongue pushing inside you while his lips pulled at your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing you over the edge faster than before.

He felt your muscles tense around him, and he pushed two fingers deep inside you, hooking them upward with a sharp pressure. "Cum on my face, Sergeant," he growled into your skin, his voice thick and muffled. "I want to fucking drown in you."

You broke completely. A silent scream tore from your throat as your legs locked around his head, your body spasming as another wave tore through you, drenching his jaw and lips. He growled in deep, primal satisfaction, lapping up the mess without missing a beat.

As the crest passed, he pushed himself up, straddling your chest. His hand was a blur around his shaft, pumping himself furiously, his knuckles white, the head of his cock flushed a deep, angry red. "Open wide," he panted, his voice completely wrecked.

You opened your mouth, resting your tongue against your bottom lip. With a low, rough shout, he came. The first heavy splash hit your tongue, the next painted your cheek, the next caught your lips. He marked you completely, and you stayed still, taking every drop. When he finally stilled, he pressed the tip of his cock against your cheek, dragging the excess cum down toward your lips, a final, possessive touch that made you swallow around him.

He collapsed onto the narrow space beside you, pulling your limp, warm body flush against his chest. His black t-shirt was thoroughly ruined, clinging to damp skin. You were both stuck together, a mess of sweat, rain, and each other. Outside, the storm had quieted to a soft, rhythmic patter against the glass.

You buried your face into the curve of his neck, completely sated. "Si... I think we broke the couch," you mumbled against his skin.

A low, quiet laugh rumbled in his chest, his thick arms tightening around you. "Worth it," he murmured, pressing a dry, soft kiss to your damp forehead. "Every fuckin' time."

[lovaeir]

i need a minute

[angelofthepitt]

i actually may never recover

[rileysangel]

Oh god😫