#dom ghost

[beelzecxi]

“My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets.”

Haunting you pt.2

Pt.1

Synopsis- Months after being kidnapped by Simon, you two go grocery shopping. Things happened, and you get railed 7 ways to Sunday!!

Tags- Kidnapper!Simon! M!reader! NSFW! MDNI! Fem-aligned!DNI! Reader!still!gets!called!princess! Belly!bulge! Cream!pie! Dark!Simon! Lwk!Feral!Simon! Dom!Simon! Subspace! Stockholm!Syndrome! Double!Penetration! Possessive!Simon! Obsessive!Simon! DUB!CON!

A/n: This is so rushed, I started writing it a month ago but got writers block and powered through. (￣▽￣)

Living with Simon has been overwhelming in a sense. You’ve grown close to him— might even go as far as to say you’ve grown to love him. He’s sweet, unbelievably so. You wouldn’t expect someone as gruff as him to treat you so kindly and honestly. It’s kind of laughable. There are some rules given the fact that he did kidnap you. For example, you’re only allowed outside with him. He’s still scared that you’ll try to run away from him. It’s kinda cute. At first, he wouldn’t even let you use the bathroom alone, but after a lot of begging and pleading, he realized he was being unreasonable.

He almost never left you home alone, not unless he absolutely had to. That’s what brings us to the current situation: grocery shopping. You’ve been craving chicken parm pasta for the longest. Being the best kidnapper anyone can ask for, Simon takes you to get the ingredients for it. You’re almost done getting what you need. Only two things are left— heavy cream and Parmesan. Surprisingly, shopping with Simon is rather peaceful. Sure, he won’t let you out of his sight, and he glares at anyone who gets too close to you.

Which he was currently doing, ‘ugh, he’s so adorable, like an overgrown guard dog’. Smiling, you grab his hand and tug him along. “Let’s go, Si, we still have stuff to get.” You remind him, sighing to yourself when you realize just how in love with this idiot you are. He lets you tug him along, of course; he’d do anything for you! That’s exactly why he hasn’t beat that guy’s face in— wait— is that little shit still staring at you? God, he must have a death wish. He’s so lucky you’re here— Si wouldn’t want you to be scared of him… everyone else? Great! But you? Fuck, he might have to tighten your lease— he doesn’t want to— no, of course not— it’s just— he doesn’t want you to run away. He doesn’t know what he’d do with you; he fucking needs you. He’d trade all of his blood just to hear you laugh— laugh, goddamn you.

But this little cunt keeps staring at you, and if he doesn’t stop, he’s not going to have any fucking- “I’m ready to check out, let’s go!” And as if you could hear the route his thoughts were taking and trying— key word— trying, he still wants to break that fuckers’ neck. “After you.” He manages to huff out, letting you lead the way to check out. And you did, humming softly to yourself, totally oblivious to what’s happening around you, not that Simon is complaining. It’s one of the reasons he took you in the first place; you need someone to protect you from this dangerous world— you needed Simon.

“Okay, ready to go home?” You beamed, collecting your bags. Home— you already think of his place as your home? Fucking hell. You couldn’t be more perfect. He couldn’t wait to get you back home so he can bundle you up and— oh, that fucking cunt, why is he—“Hey. Excuse me— I uh— I was wondering if— “ “No.” The word was out of Simon before either of you realized, “I’m sorry? Who even are you? I wasn’t even— “ “No.” This time it was you who said it, and Simon has never been more in awe of you. It’s like you get better by the second.

“Bye now!” You say, grabbing the blue-eyed male and scurrying out of the market. On the walk home, Simon kept you close to him, practically hissing at anyone who came near you— you could swear his back was even raising just like that of a cat. “Si, calm down. Nothing’s going to happen,” you said, which only resulted in him gripping you tighter. Not that you can blame him; someone tried to take you away from him, some lowlife tried to talk to you. Nothing pissed Simon off more than someone who doesn’t know their place.

“Come on, Si, you know I only want you,” you try to reassure him, nuzzling into his shoulder. “My entire being belongs to no one but you, Si,” you hum, gently kissing his neck before pulling back to look at him, “let’s hurry home.” You said, forcing him to pick up the pace.

Reaching ‘home’ didn’t take very long, due to the market being fairly close to where you now live. “Come on, Si, let’s put all the groceries…up?” You trailed off, stepping away from him. “Si, what’s wrong?” The way he’s looking at you is both scaring the living shit out of you and turning you on immensely. Unfortunately for you, even as you stepped away, he followed. Head hanging low, but his gaze burned into you. The hair on your neck began to raise and every fiber of your being screamed for you to run— run and hide. And before you knew it, your body was moving on its own accord, turning and running down the hall towards the bedroom, ignoring the sound of his heavy footsteps following after you. Really quick, let’s both agree that running from someone with the military background that Simon has is very idiotic, right? Right. Simon tackles you before you can even reach the bedroom, pulling you close to him, grunting as he does so. The way he holds you is the same way you’d hold a frightened bunny. That’s what he sees you as— a frightened bunny. A stupid little bunny who needs someone big and strong to protect them from the horrors of the world. This you knew—that is why he kidnapped you after all.

“Calm down, princess,” he soothes, going as far as to pet the top of your head and rub your neck. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he grunts out before standing with you in his arms, heading towards the bedroom. “Just going to make you feel good. Don’t you want to feel like a princess?” he asks, though he’s not really asking. It’s more of a taunt. Someone as naive as you doesn’t know that they need it until it’s given to them, and that’s what Simon is doing—giving you what you need.

The moment he walked into the room, you were on the bed, thrown there actually, with an order to, “stay.” Like a pet. While he went to explore the closet, “Si,” you whine, curling up on the corner of the bed. You’re quickly shushed as he walks over to you with only two items in hand: lube and a… dildo? It’s almost as big as him, just slightly thinner. “Don’t worry, princess,” he says, grabbing your leg and tugging you towards him. “I’m just making sure you’re filled.” He grunts out, as he begins taking off your pants and underwear.

“Don’t you want to be filled up?” He taunts as he cups your crotch. “What am I saying? Of course, you do.” He answers the question for you, knowing you’re way too small-minded to answer such a huge question by yourself.

Trailing his hand down to your hole, he presses the pads of his fingers against it. Ignoring your whines and twitches, he squeezes some of the lube onto his fingers, chuckling to himself at the little jump you made when you felt the coldness of the lube.

He waits a second, then two before pushing two of his fingers in. “Wait—” you cry out, though your cries fall on deaf ears. Simon is way too focused on having his way with you. He didn’t care if you thought it was too much. He knew you could take this and more. And he’d prove it to you.

“I’ll never get sick of seeing you hole open for me.” He grins, scissoring your hole. “I know you’ll never get sick of having your hole opened,” grabbing the dildo, he taps it to your hole before hooking his fingers on it and tugging it to the side. “This might hurt a bit.” He pushes the dildo in, being none too gentle about it.

“Simon—” you choke out, “please—“ you whine, grabbing at the sheets, “I can’t, please—“ he— like before— ignores your cries, pushing the dildo in until it won’t go any further, “there.” He cheers, letting you breathe for a little, “you did so well, princess,” he praises, leaning up to place a small peck on your lips. “Keep up the good work, okay?” This is all you get before both his fingers and dildo are moving in tandem inside of you. “Si-Si-Si” you chant, almost choking on your spit, “Simon please!!” You beg, you don’t even know what you’re begging for. Do you want more? Surely not, this is already too much, your hole is stretched so far as is. But it can’t stop, not now. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I know exactly what you need.” He reassures you, leaning down to kiss your temple before adding another finger inside of you.

“Do you think you’re ready?” He questions, tugging on your hole with his now three fingers. “Ah, what am I saying? You can’t even understand me, can you?” He taunts before pulling his fingers out of you, quickly shushing the whines and whimpers that followed, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. “Don’t worry, you’ll be filled again soon,” placing his cock against your stretched hole, right against the dildo he begins to push in.

“Too much! Too much!” You yelp, trying to squirm away from him. This, of course, doesn’t stop Simon; he simply grabs your hip with his now free hand and says, “Stay.” Sliding home into your warm, slick hole. “Fuck.” He groans out, calming his breath before matching his thrusts to that of the dildo. “Bloody hell. Why did it take me so long to try this?” He mutters, his thrusts getting harder and faster.

“Do you feel good, princess?” He asks, wrapping his free hand around your neck, chuckling to himself when he sees just how out of it you actually are. “Yeah, you’re feeling splendid, I bet.” He smiles, tightening his grip around your neck just so. Groaning when you tighten around him, “You feel so good,” he leans down to suck on your neck, “and you’re all mine.” He grunts out, fucking into you harder. “I should keep you locked up. So that no one but me can see you like this.” And harder, “Mine. Mine. Mine” He growled out, biting into your neck, just beneath his hand.

“I love this hole.” He praises, “I’m so glad it’s all mine.” He growls, twisting that dildo out of you. “When you cum, you’re going to cum on my cock alone.” He demands, fucking into you like an animal. “Simon,” you whine, finally able to get something out other than those pathetic moans of yours. “Please, wanna cum,” you beg, rutting back against him. “Wanna cum so bad.”

“Then cum,”

And cum you did, moaning out loudly as you did so. Whimpering when Simon followed soon after you. “There you go, princess, that’s a good boy,” he breathes out, petting your sweat-soaked hair, “Sorry if I got a little rough there, was just jealous, is all.” He says sheepishly, sucking and kissing down your neck.

“I think we could go another round though, don’t you?”

[beelzecxi]

“Cause’ I know if I’m haunting you, you must be haunting me.”

Haunting you pt.1

Pt.2

Synopsis: From the moment he laid eyes on you, you became all he could think about. It was like all of his senses were consumed by you.

Tags- Stalker! Simon Riley! x male reader! NSFW! Fem-aligned DNI! MDNI! Soft-top Riley! Reader gets called princess! Dubcon! kidnapping! Creampie! Subspace! Oral fixation! Lack of lubricant!

A/n: This is hella fucking rushed

He’s been watching you for what feels like his entire life. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew that you were his. He remembers that day like it was yesterday. He remembers your clothes that clung to your form, the way your hair looked like you had just gotten out of the shower— granted, it was raining that day, but God. He gets a boner just thinking about it, about you. That terrified look you had in your eye when you looked at him; it shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does. I mean, he’s seen people with that look a million times.

In his line of work, it’s a given to have someone beg for their life. He wants to see you like that. Not begging for your life, he would never do anything to hurt you. He wants to see you beg for him. Hell, he needs it. The need to make you his is what pushed him this far. He was managing his obsession with you just fine until that random nobody dared to flirt with you. That was when he realized he needed to take you far away from the people who could potentially take you from him. Who cares if you don’t even know who he is? You’re his, and that’s final.

And now you’re here, snuggling further into his embrace. You don’t even realize it; you probably think he’s one of your plushies for something. Who would’ve known that your plushie obsession would work out in his favor?

Sure, you’d probably be scared out of your mind when you woke up, but that’s not going to stop him from enjoying every minute of this. Though going off the bulge in his pants, he’s enjoying it way too much. It’s not like he can help it; you’re just too cute, you’re soft in all the right places, and your waist just fits so perfectly in his hands that he could probably just use you like a fleshlight and— okay, this way of thinking is not helping his boner.

Though the way you’re looking at him isn’t helping either— wait… you’re looking at him. Ah, you’re awake already? Just as he was starting to enjoy this.

Good morning, princess,” he greets, the pet name rolling off his tongue before he can stop it. He knows you’re terrified; that much is a given. Plus, you look like you’re about five seconds away from pissing yourself, which… is not necessarily a lie.

You did wake up in an unknown place wrapped up with an unknown man, a very sexy unknown man… but as sexy as he is, it’s fucking creepy! You know for a fact you fell asleep in your room, in your bed, but here you are, in a room unknown to you and a bed that is not yours. Not to mention there’s something poking you! ‘Wait— is it his? No! Of course, it isn’t, right?’ you ponder, glancing down between you and the man.

“ It is!!’ you whimper, jerking your body away from him. “G-Get that MONSTER AWAY FROM ME!” You whine, backing up against the wall. Your panic, however, seems to be very amusing to your kidnapper. “Monster, you say? Is it that big?” He chuckles, wrapping his hand around your ankle, stopping you from getting too far away from him. “L-Let me go,” you stammer, trying to yank your leg from his grip, though this just made him tighten his grip.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, dragging you back to him. “Why would I ever let you go when I just got you?” he queried, wrapping his arms around you. “Why would I let you go when I can finally hold you in my arms?” He finishes, staring into your fucking soul.

‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY?’ you wonder, not out loud for obvious reasons, but jeez, you don’t even know each other, but he’s making it sound like you’re fucking soulmates. It’s flattering, coming from someone as hot as him, but it’s still creepy as fuck. “Hi, I don’t know if you know this, but we do not— I repeat, do not know each other,” you tell him, trying (and failing) to get out of his grip.

“Trust me, I would remember meeting someone as hot as you,” you squeal out before being smothered into his manboobs, “I wouldn’t expect you to remember me, we met rather briefly,” he speaks in that husky voice of his, that voice could make the hardest of men drop to their knees in order to please him. ‘God, I could probably cum from hearing him speak alone.’ You tell yourself, and you could, but you’d probably get all whiny, and then he’d know.

He’d know that you were being dirty and thinking filthy, debouched things from his voice alone. “ You bumped into me. It was raining, and you were in a rush. Maybe you were just trying to get out of the rain, or maybe it was something else. But from that moment on; I knew you were destined to be mine.” he whispers, brushing his thumb against your forearm.

‘Yeah, he’s insane…is it just me, or are all the hot ones always fucking mental?’ you ask yourself, though I feel like you’re the mental one if you’re talking to yourself. “Dude, why would you remember me bumping into you?” you asked, confuzzled by the thought.

You remembered that day as well, not by choice; if you could, you’d wipe that bastard memory from your mind. That memory was so embarrassing to think about, why did you have to fall on your ass so hard after bumping into one man? Just why?

“I can’t control what I remember; I also cannot control the way I feel for you… I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I’m still not letting you go. I’ll never let you go,” he assured you, his eyes darkening. “As flattering as that is, I don’t even know your name, dude.” You remind him, raising your eyebrow at him as you wait for his next move.

“ Simon Riley,” he whispers, leaning towards you, or should I say your lips? Who cares? “Remember it, that’s what you’re going to be screaming tonight.” He teases, connecting your lips together. And for a moment, you believe that he was right about that soulmate shit, and even if he wasn’t, who cares?

He kisses like he’s pouring his soul into it, and by the gods— it leaves you craving more. It’s like he just scratched an itch you didn’t know you had, but not that it was scratched it won’t stop itching. What even is breathing at this point? Unpopular opinion, but breathing is extremely overrated.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters against your lips before pulling away, and you may or may not have let out a whine… not that you’d admit to it if you did.

“You’re playing with fire, princess,” he teases, trailing his hands down to your hips, digging his thumbs into the flesh there, praying for it to bruise. “Why do you keep calling them that? I have a cock, you know.” you pant out, whining softly at the harsh grip on your hips. “I’m well aware,” he pauses, leaning down to nibble along your neck, stopping just below your ear before whispering out, “Princess.” in that annoyingly sexy voice of his.

“Then stop calling me that, I don’t like it” you whine out, trying (and failing, a repeating pattern, it seems) to get away from him. “Really?” Simon questions, trailing his left hand down to the bulge in your underwear, “what’s this then?” he queries, his voice laced with humor, as he rubs you through your underwear.

“S-stop that,” you moan out, though your actions say otherwise; rolling your hips into his hand to chase your own pleasure. “Do you really want me to? It doesn’t seem like it… but… if you want—“ Riley says, moving his hand away from your cock, “Nononononono,” you whine, reaching down and grabbing his hand, placing it back where it was. “Please— please, just— just touch me.” You beg, before immediately getting embarrassed at yourself; sure, the guy is fucking hot, like his body is so tea that the British are coming… well, the British are already here technically… but begging like this… to your kidnapper?

God, that is a new low. Sure, you haven’t had sex in months, not that you didn’t want to, but you always felt like someone was just glaring at you every time you tried. Now that you think about it… it was him, wasn’t it? ‘This entire time… I had a STALKER?’ You think to yourself, sure you’re banging, like you’d stalk yourself if you could; but that doesn’t mean you’d expect to have an actual stalker, and a fucking hot one at that?

‘You know what? I’m just gonna enjoy this, the embarrassment to come it future me’s problem,’ you think once again, stop thinking just turn off your brain and enjoy this; you won’t regret it, trust me. “Touch me,” you whine out once more, rolling your hips into his hand before putting on your best doe eyes, “please.”

“Jesus,” you heard him groan, and that’s when you knew— you’d won at life, Simon’s blue eyes were laser-focused on you, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know; you were about to be wrecked.

And for once you decided to not complain, just think of it as a one-night stand, and after this, your standards will probably be through the roof, but then again the guy did say he’s never letting you go so soon; shout out to getting your organs rearranged daily!

At first, he doesn’t move, just stares at you like he’s savoring the moment or waiting for you to get cold feet and change your mind; then he strikes. His hand, warm and calloused, hooks onto the band of your underwear and yanks, pulling them down to your knees: at first, you jump, the cold air against your heated skin isn’t exactly pleasant, but then— omg, then he wraps his hand around your shaft, and fuck it’s the best thing ever, and then he starts moving his hand and— “Feels so good, ohmygod, pleasepleaseplease” you slur or whine? The only thing I know is that you’re desperate, desperate for any part of that blue-eyed blondie you can get.

“Be patient,” he breathes out. God, his voice alone has your eyes rolling back into your head and toes curling and— “suck,” he gruffs out, holding two fingers in front of your mouth, and maybe it was the desperation, or maybe it was— okay, let’s be honest it was the desperation. Still, without any hesitation, you took his fingers into your mouth and sucked on them like your life depended on it. Though, to be frank, in the moment, it seemed like it did.

You made sure to get them nicely lubricated with your slobber, mostly because you didn’t want to tear anything down there, but also because you liked it, no scratch that you loved it. The feeling of something in your mouth always manages to bring you a strange sense of calm, and well, even now, when your dick felt like it was gonna explode, it still managed to lure you into an intoxicating headspace.

“You went down quicker than I expected,” Simeon says, taking his fingers out of your mouth, chuckling when you chased them, a whine falling from your lips. “Relax, here comes the fun part,” he mutters, lifting your leg onto his hip, “woah, wish you could see how pretty your hole is, darling,” he whistles, teasing your hole with his thumb, groaning softly at the whimper it excites out of you.

The moment his finger breached your hole, your body went lax, a moan escaping from you. “So, good,” you slur, pushing your hips down onto his finger. “It only gets better,” Simon mutters, adding another finger, scissoring your hole like a man on a mission. “Si, more, please,” you beg, putting on your best puppy eyes as you lie there with your leg over his hip.

“Are you sure?” He asked, worried. He didn’t want to hurt you. You are his most prized possession, especially with the lack of lubricant. The thought of accidentally tearing you was terrifying. That would give you a reason to hate him, and he only wants to give you a reason to love him and only him; the same way he loves you.

“Simon, please,” you whine, using your leg to pull him in. “I want you in me, and I want you in me now.” You tell him, your voice laced with high amounts of desperation. He listens, as much as he doesn’t want to hurt you, he’s been dying to be inside you for what feels like a million years, with no further resistance, he removes his fingers, hooking them to make sure they tease your prostate on the way out.

Grinning at the high-pitched whine that escapes you, “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll be filled in just a moment,” Riley assures, tapping the tip of his cock to your hole and slowly, hella slowly, pushed in. The moment he did, it was like all of your prayers were answered, it was like his cock was made to be inside you, to keep you filled. “Fuck—“ he groans, right into your ear when he bottoms out, and that went straight to your cock, if the extremely loud moan you let out was anything to go by.

“ Si-Si-Si” you beg, rolling your hips against his whimpering when he digs his thumbs into your hips in response, “Stay still. Let me take care of you, princess.” he huffs, placing his left hand above your head, pulling back til only his tip remained, and thrusting back in, rather harshly.

Not that you care, right now all you feel is SimonSimonSimon, and his cock, fucking hell, it feels so good. It hits all the right places so perfectly you don’t ever want to live without it in you. The thought alone is enough to make you want to cry, and you are, but for different reasons.

The curve of his cock makes sure that it rubs against your prostate with remarkable precession, Jesus fuck.

“Perfect, you’re absolutely perfect.” Simon praises, speeding his thrusts up as he hunches over you. “It’s like you were made to fit on my cock.” He grins, he was right; he can use you like a fleshlight and use you like you were always meant to be used.

Your whines and whimpers are like music to his ears; the way the pitch of your voice changes depending on the slightest change in his speed or angle. He knew you were perfect, but this was way beyond his expectations at this point you were borderline godly.

The way your hole sucked him in and clung to him when he pulled out and how your leg tightened on his hip in fear that he’d pull out and leave you open and empty. “I gotta cum,” you whine, reaching a hand down towards your cock only to have it slapped away, “don’t,” he commands, his tone leaves no room for objection. “You’ll cum if I make you,” He tells you, his thrusts getting harder and faster until they were almost animalistic.

“Si, please. Touch me,” you plead, whimpering from the stimulation your prostate is getting. “Please touch my cock!” You whine, signing in relief when your pleas were answered, for how callous his hands are they feel so good around your cock, all it takes is two strokes and you’re cumming like a virgin in his hand, clenching around his cock so tightly that he almost immediately followed after you.

“Shit!” He yelps, fucking you through your releases, chuckling at your whines of overstimulation. “Don’t worry, princess, we still have a full night ahead of us.”

“I said I wasn’t letting you go, didn’t I?”

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A/n: the loml wants a pt.2 so pt.2 coming soon