#mw2 smut

[call-of-daydreams]

What are some words that you hate reading in smut stories? I'm just curious. Let's crash out together.

[ceoofdabicorpsensfw]

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

There was so many thing's wrong and right with this man. one day he would be nice to you. Next he would be bending you over and fucking you on the conference room table.

Though he loved you dearly, he couldn't help but put out the dominant side of your relationship.

One day, you were sitting in your Barracks, reading a book. you hear heavy footsteps, you believed it was Ghost. he barged in your room with a heavy rumble through his chest. you snapped your head up and gave him a small greeting smile. "Hi Si, what-" "take your pants off.." he let out gruffly, making you flinch. "what?" he didn't liked to be asked twice for you to do something.

"Take your fucking pants off love, need to taste ya."

at in instant you threw the book down, tugging at your pants and panties as he came over, yanking them off your feet before he roughly landed on the bed, making the metal creak underneath him.

he was still pretty much in his full gear, but his utility belt was off and his jeans were half down. hips already rutting into the bed.

he faced your pretty pussy, with a hand he lifted his mask up to his nose, breathing in your scent as he let out a low growl. "bloody hell.."

then he dove in like a starving man, he buried his face in your cunt, leaving you to squirm and grip onto his head, well mask. "A-Ah! S-Slow down!" you squealed, gripping his head as his hands held your hips tightly.

he did this for about thirty minutes, leaving you to not one, two or three orgasms, but six orgasms. that was a new record.

he had came in his boxers three times out of your six, leaving his angry red tip sensitive and raw.

soon he pulled away from you, his breathing ragged as he licked the last of your spent on his lips, moaning softly. "thank you love..m'gonna make it up to you yeah?" he crawled up to you, giving you a small kiss on your lips before wrapping his strong arms around you, relaxing as he fell asleep.

god you would do ANYTHING for your man.

[totally-not-a-fae-creature]

Gaz being cruel and pressing your vibrator to your clit as he fingers you. Watching you fall into the precipice of too much. Kicking legs and high pitched cries while he pins you down and forces you to take more pleasure. He'll wring you dry until you're laying a puddle of your squirt, panting and sweaty. Admiring his work before he begins to take off his belt.

[totally-not-a-fae-creature]

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As slowly as you undid his pants, you pull them and his boxers down just far enough that his erect cock is freed. You lick your lips at the sight of precum already beginning to drool from the tip of his uncut cock. The sight of him never fails to make your mouth water. You take him into your hand and stroke him once, twice and then three times until you hear that delicious whimper escape him and his hand hit the front door for support as his knees buckle just a little.

[diejager]

Imagine trying to run away from makarov (dad) because you don't agree with his plans....

(nsfw??? if you're not comfortable i understand)

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, INCEST/PSEUDO-INCEST, kidnapping, tell me if I missed any. Note: you could be related to him by blood or not, that's up to you to decide.

His hands hurt you, their slow caress down your shoulders and hips burning your dirty and sensitive skin, all red and scratched up from your struggle against him and his men. The softness of his gestures reminded you of happier times, the calm, morning dew on your floor-to-ceiling windows, the warmth of your bed, and the loving embrace of his fatherly love. You’d never assumed much from his kisses, the little pecks on your cheek and hands, making you feel like his little princess, or the placement of his hand, low on your back, around your hip and shoulder. it had always felt like a protective gesture, from one father to another, where he vowed to keep you safe the second he brought you into his mansion.

You never and could have never thought it more than that. He’d always acted as the doting father, pampering and spoiling you with whatever you wanted or wished to have. Makarov was the perfect parent —but he kept you in the dark about many things, things sealed behind a firewall of codes and threats towards his allies. You’d been told that it was for your protection, for your security, sanity and conscious that it was kept from you. Oh, how right your father was, the moment you found out what he did to achieve his wealth, you were horrified.

So you ran, tearfully squirreling away from your home and your father, lost and confused and terrified of the world you were sheltered from. You had hopes you could find safety among people, hidden away from your father and his company, but you were naive, so, so naive to think you could hide from him and his nation-wide read. You only managed to stray away for a day or two before his men found you, their hold rough and painful despite your father’s orders to not harm a hair on your body (father would probably kill them once they bring you back).

He hounded you back into your room the second you were back in his sight, stored away behind a locked door and under him, his lips painting a searing line down your jaw and teeth latching onto your neck. His once parental care turned into something dark and seedy, groans muffling your whining protests while he felt you up and down, the course pads of his fingers that you’d associated to comfort turned into disgust. Tears clung to lashes, falling with each flutter, staining your cheeks with the sorrow you felt —the betrayal and revulsion that oozed from you.

Your fist pummeled against his chest, pushing him as much as your feet kicked, slamming down onto his back, but your father seemed to be none the wiser, hands unraveling you from your sullied shirt. Either he didn’t care, or he was oblivious of your repulsion and rejection of this, he continued to strip you until you laid naked under his wandering hands and watchful eyes. He drank you in, small and squirming, twisting and struggling to find safety under your covers, and simply hide away from the darkness that swirled in his eyes.

You felt sick, a heavy feeling in your abdomen knotting up and pushing its way up your throat —you were inches away from puking on your bed sheets. You were sick and afraid and sad, but none of it compared to the amount of betrayal you felt. All you had known was him, you’d seem neither hair or hide of your mother or siblings - if you had any - and you never knew if you were related by blood, father had never let you entertain the idea because if he deemed you his daughter, you were his daughter.

Perhaps that was why this act hurt you so much, going against his words of protection and safety as he touched you, his burning fingers pulling at your being and shoving you off the edge over and over without guilt or hesitation. It hurt and he didn’t stop, not until you were a twitching and strained puddle under him.

[prettyoatmeal]

Thinking about meeting Simon with his freshly bleached hair only to find out he's a natural brunette <3

I'm not sure how canon it is but I saw a tweet a while ago that Ghost bleaches his hair blond and I haven't stopped thinking about it since.

You'd always just assumed he was a natural blond. You never really paid much attention to the hair on his arms because why would you? And you never see his legs as his dresser only consists of long cargo pants. His eyebrows weren't too much darker from the blond anyway.

You had no reason to think otherwise. Which only embarrasses him even more when you do find out. He knew you were going to find out eventually, but he never actually thought that far ahead.

He doesn't get time to fix his hair on base so it's only natural that he comes back with his roots grown out. It's a stark contrast to the rest of his bleach blond hair. So when you finally get to see your sweet Simon after half a year, you can't help but immediately notice the change.

At the time he wished you would've just ignored it, but when you caught that initial glimpse of his hair, your hands immediately invaded his scalp. It didn't help either that his hair grew fast.

"You never told me you weren't a natural blond."

"It never came up." he answered gruffly, his uncomfortable shuffling contrasting with the way he leaned his head down slightly and allowed you to inadvertently play with his hair. It felt nice, but he didn't want to admit it then when he was acting aloof.

"It looks nice," you'd say, and he'd scoff. You'd say again, "you look good in brown. Matches your eyes," and he'd just grunt again, acting irritated. Though the way he let out a content sigh as his eyes closed told you otherwise.

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[totally-not-a-fae-creature]

Like an Amateur - Gaz x Reader

This is my therapy. Angst, minor smut, no comfort.

Its obvious now, you think. You should have seen it coming, really. Its all your fault. Catching feelings for Kyle Garrick is such an easy feat you didn't even realize it until you were in too deep. At one point did you find yourself waiting for his texts and giggling while you read them. When did friendly texts about his cats and your own become the highlight of you day? Can you trace back to the moment you really started to fall for him?

It must've been the dreams when you first acknowledged how ruined you were for Kyle Garrick. You can still recall that first dream clearly, you had woken up with such a warm feeling in your chest and it was the only thing you could think about for days. It haunted you even once you woke up. How could you ever forget about it?

Dreaming up a different scenario, a timeline where you met him at a friends wedding. Him sweeping you off your feet and the romance of it being focus of the dream. Funny moments and moments were you were irrevocably in love with him. And at the same time it wasn't him, some mixture of him and another so you were able to brush it off as your brain being weird. Mixing the two of them together in order to get the most dopamine out of a nice dream.

That's all it was.

Then you dreamed of him again. He held your face so gently as his lips brushed so lightly against yours that it felt like a tease before he kissed you properly. His hips rocking up into yours as he kissed you so sweetly and made love to you instead of fucking you into the mattress. Holding your hands above your head as he peppers you with kisses and says the sweetest things.

Waking up and feeling that dread set in. That was it. That was the moment you realized you had fallen in love like some kind of amateur. What a fool you are, falling for Kyle Garrick. Maybe you should cut him off entirely, set the feelings aflame and leave them to die. Maybe you should fuck someone else, rip the feelings into pieces in an effort to be rid of them.

Maybe you should ask him for coffee. And maybe he'd say yes and you'd meet up for something other then a quick nasty fuck. God he makes you feel so nice, the way he marks your chest after every fuck, litters it with bruises that would warn any other man that you belong to someone else.

You're in too deep. You can't back out now. It hurts too much to think about backing out, you just want to be his. You want that neat label of partner to be yours. For the cat conversations to mean more. For talks about his music to mean more.

Look at you, falling in love like an amateur.

[prettyoatmeal]

Soft Sex with Simon <3

Warning!! nsfw, mdni, fem reader, dirty talk, one Y/N mention, NOT PROOF READ! A/N: Brain rot horny posting WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK Masterlist here!

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Thinking about soft sex with Simon!!!! <333 Where you're both desperate for each other. Where you need each other. 

Despite the stoicism he shows 99% of the time to those around him, he has a heart that swells with love whenever you're with him. That fills him with a yearning for your and only you.

For once, his lips are gentle against yours. Call it placebo, but they always feel especially soft when he's wrapped around your finger like this.

His movements become slow as if you have all the time in the world, an eternity to make each other feel good. He's slow to lay you down onto the bed, slow to spread your legs and place himself between them, slow to undress you both before his lips move downwards to meet with your clit.

But he's quick to make sure there’s a pillow under your head, he's quick to place one under your hips, he's quick to surround your sides with blankets if you feel too cold, and quick to start fingering you when he hears you getting restless.

It gets to a point where Simon's so infatuated with you, he immediately loses himself the moment he feels your warm, wet, gummy walls squeezing and sucking him in.

"Oh fuck,," He breathes, pelvis colliding with yours.

You're nose-to-nose, chest-to-chest, trapping you under him with strong arms on either side of you, and there's absolutely no space between you once he pulls your legs up to wrap around his hips. There couldn't be, no. He needs you as close to him as possible.

Your breaths mingle as he's working your insides, your nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing with each deep thrust.

In... out. In... out.

You can feel each throb and pulse, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he buries himself inside you. And Simon's eating up your every reaction. Every sigh, every gasp, every sweet moan of his name is boosting his ego. Because he's the one making you feel like this. He’s the one taking care of you.

"Shit- oh God, y'feel so fuckin' good. So tight. So damn tight," He always gets talkative like this, it’s as if he just can’t keep his mouth shut. "You make me feel so good, sweetheart. My girl.. my sweet girl."

It's so intimate, so romantic, it makes you so wet there's no need for any lube throughout. It makes fireworks go off in your stomach.

"Simon-" you hiccup as you look up at him through bleary eyes.

"Yeah, angel? What do you need?"

“More.. please, I need more.”

And he’s right at your service. His baby needs more? Of course they do. So he’s quick to shush you and your pleading. His hands quickly move down and grab your hips. He positions them higher, the new angle making him thrust right up against that bundle of nerves that he knows you love so much. A little faster than before, he’s soon in a stable rhythm and has your eyes rolling back, gasping for air and making all those perfect sounds.

“Yeah, does that feel good? You like when I’m deep in you like this, fucking you just how you need?” He asks, his voice starting to shake slightly. But you can’t respond. Not when your own vocal chords won’t let you, preoccupied by your cute whines and mewls, doing your best to not be too loud for courtesy of the neighbours. All noises resembling speech are nothing but mindless babbles.

“Shhh, I know. I know, baby,” His voice is so quiet, so sweet it makes you almost sick to your stomach, “just sit there and take it like the good girl you are. That’s all you have to do.”

It feels good. It feels so fucking good. 

The way he makes your pussy flutter, makes your stomach flip from hearing his humiliatingly high pitched moans, makes your clit ache with need, begging for some friction right about now because all you can think about is cumming around his thick cock. You need to cum so bad, and Simon’s able to pick up on it. He notices the way you squeeze around him relentlessly, the way you go a little quiet as you try to focus on your orgasm. In his arms, you’re nothing but a whining mess, falling apart from how good he was making you feel.

“Open your eyes f’me, love. Let me see how pretty you look,” You take a moment to process his words before your glossy eyes barely flutter open again, “that’s a good girl. Keep those beautiful eyes on me.”

You feel his hand gripping your hip snake between your legs and down to your wet heat. It was only then when you took notice of the lewd, sloppy sounds coming from the both of you, your combined wetness and sweat creating a loud slap every time his hips met with yours. 

The pad of his thumb gathers some of that slick before pressing against your swollen nub, in turn making you jolt under him. He methodically works your clit in rhythm with his thrusts and with how worked up you already are, you feel your nether regions burning. You glance down at his hand, working you so effortlessly. The way his cock disappears inside you, taking him so well. Suddenly you feel so close. So so so so so close. You’re right over that edge, you just need a little more.

“Y’gonna cum for me? Make a mess all over my cock?”

You nod, the tears welling in your eyes ready to fall. God, yes. And as you nodded, a grin formed across Simon’s face. His smile was so pretty it made a wave of shyness wash over you.

“F-Fuck, can feel how close you are. Squeezing me like a fucking vice,” He leaned down to pepper small kisses along your soft jawline as his fingers on your quickened.

“Simon, I-I’m g’nna cum,” You manage to choke out, feeling his hips stutter as your walls pulse around him.

“Let go, sweet thing. Make a mess for me, I’ve got you.”

You feel your hips buck helplessly under him, a cry of pleasure getting ripped straight from your throat as you cum on his cock, your cunt pulsing and gushing around him. Hot tears roll down your flushed cheeks as you bury your face into his neck, his freckled skin catching them. Your hearing goes a little fuzzy, but you can make out his long groans as he keeps pounding into you. You writhe in overstimulation below him before his hips stutter again, burying himself inside you with a harsh thrust as his potent seed shot inside you. 

You sniffle into his neck in the aftermath. You hear him mutter a few soothing words as his lips make contact with your skin again, but his words fall on deaf ears as you try and catch your breath.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let me know you’re with me.” He whispers to you, and you nod in response.

“Thank you, lovie. Good girl, shh. You’re alright. Did so well for me.” Those were the last words you could hear before falling asleep in his arms.

*************** DISCLAIMER Under no circumstances do I give permission to copy, repost, or manipulate my work in any way. I am not comfortable with this. If you wish to translate my work, message me privately. My inbox is always open.