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Summary: After years of yearning for the Shadow-singer, you finally have a chance to act on your twisted urges
Warnings: smut, somnophilia, oral(male reiceveing) non-con if you squint, shadow play
A/n: This is definitely a little rough, it’s been awhile, the writing is probably not great but at least I tried
“Please?”
“No.”
“Why not? It truly causes you no harm, it’s just a small request.”
“If you want Azriel then go get him, I am not going to play matchmaker for you.”
You rolled your eyes at Rhys, after three centuries he still refuses to help you with your feelings for his brother. It’s not that you fear Azriel, you simply don’t want to have to deal with the awkwardness of his rejection if things were to go wrong. And unfortunately with your luck that would be highly likely. “You act as if it would be a difficult task, all I’m asking is for you to set me up with him on a mission, I will do the rest of the work.”
“And you act like there is any part of you that is in any way good at spying,” A sly smirk spread on his face as he looked you up and down, “Or being quiet in general, I don’t believe there has been a single hour where you’ve been able to keep your mouth shut, you even talk in your sleep.”
“We’ll you're being a little rude today, trouble in paradise?” Now it was your turn to smirk as he growled at you, you batted your lashes to him and put on the sweetest smile known to male-kind, “Pretty please?”
Rhys rolled his eyes at you, “You’re obsession with my brother is quite annoying, and as honored as I am to be the only to know of your affections to him I will not help you, but, how about this,” Rhys took your arm in his as he lead you through the hallways of the house of wind, speaking quietly, “If you don’t approach Azriel by the end of the night and make your affections towards him known, then I’ll make sure to tell him of all of your most embarrassing thoughts of him, maybe I’ll even tell him how your mouth starts watering the second his scent reaches your nose or even all of those dark twisted fantasies you daydream about. I’m sure that’ll scare him off,” A soft laugh escaped his lips as he looked down at your petrified face, “But who knows, perhaps that’ll interest him, he does have a different taste then most I know.”
As you reached the dining room he let go of your arm and walked towards his mate, giving you a wink over his shoulder. You stood in the middle of the room, your face scrunched up in anger.
“At Least I’m not the only one he likes to piss off,” You jump a little as Nesta whispers into your ear. You grunted at her comment and relaxed your body, you both walked over to the table where the weekly family dinner took place. Rhys forces all of you to be there no matter how busy you may otherwise be. As per usual you take your seat to the left of Nesta, Cassian at her other side. What was unusual was when Azriel sat himself to your right, he had always sat next to Feyre, never you.
Azriel’s shadows floated over you, dragging across your cheek in greeting, it seemed they never behaved when you were within proximity. Azriel had given up on trying years ago. “If you don’t mind, could you come to the library with me after dinner, there’s some information I need to find and you would be a great help?” His voice was soft as he leaned in to whisper his request into your ear.
You simply nodded towards the male, always the perfect picture of boredom when he was around you. At that he gave a small smile, then started stacking food onto his plate, the rest of the inner circle had already started.
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You trailed after Azriel to the library, dinner was the same as always, as everyone spoke and made jokes together you simply raised the shield around yourself to conceal and scent and went into your mind, dreaming of those dark twisted fantasies Rhys had mentioned earlier.
Sometimes you feel guilty thinking of Azriel the way you do, all of the ways you would use his body for your own pleasure. How badly you wanted to make him beg for you. The day dream you had at dinner was quite captivating, it was most likely now or never with Rhys’s little threat, Azriel might run far from you if Rhys were to tell him those stories.
“I’ve already made a stack of books for us to read through, there’s quite a few so if you would like to stop at any time I won’t mind restarting in the morning.” Azriel had led you to a quiet lower level in the library, it was late, all of the priestesses had already gone to bed so it was just the two of you till morning. Perfect for what you want to do.
You sat in a cushioned chair adjacent to the one Azriel had sat in and began with the first book. It was extremely mind numbing, it took all your focus to read these books, often having to restart the page. Hours past by, you’ve made it through another book, a true mystery that was. Azriel had made it through three already. You glanced over at him, his face showed pure concentration, it was a wonder to you how he was so interested in these boring ass books. You let out a little sigh as you continued on with the reading.
With the fourth book you had finally found interesting bits and pieces, enough for you not to notice Azriel dozing off next to you. That was until you heard the softest of snoring coming from him. Your head snapped to his direction in confusion, he had never fallen asleep around you before. Part of you thought he never slept at all. You were in awe at the sight of it. The hardened features of his face softened, his plush lips slightly parted, the book in his hands about to fall to the floor. His shadows swirled around his body slowly as if they were falling asleep as well. You set your book down and made to reach for the one in his hands. When you touched it his shadows perked up assessing your intention, when you slipped the book from his hands and set it next to your own they glided over to you. They swirled around your arms, settling around your waist.
You looked back to Azriel who so conveniently was still fast asleep. The thoughts of your fantasy from dinner crossed your mind. And as you slid to the floor and sat yourself between the spymaster's legs, his shadows did nothing to wake him, as if knowing what you intended to do, letting you do it. You reached for the ties to his leather pants, hands shaking a bit, the excitement of what was about to happen going through you. The space between your thighs had started the second you saw him fast asleep next to you.
Once the ties were done with you watched as a small shadow played gently with his cock, the other moved up to his face, lazily stroking through his hair, making sure to keep their master asleep. You watched as his cock hardened through his leathers, the shadow working quickly for you as you were getting impatient. Your panties were already soaked with how excited you were to finally be able to touch him. You watched as the little shadow joined the other up by his hair. Biting your lip you moved your hands back to his lap, slowly pulling the fabric down just enough to pull Azriel’s cock out.
A breath escaped your lips as you laid your eyes upon it, so much bigger and thicker than you had thought possible. What the other females say about wingspan must have been true then.
His tip was red and looked almost painful, you looked up to him, his mouth parted a little more, his brows drawn together. It wasn’t your fault his shadows did this to him, if anything, you would only be helping him with his problem. You leaned forward and licked a bead of his liquid that leaked from his tip, moaning at the taste you went back for more, dragging your tongue from the base to the tip. You slid your mouth down a bit, sucking harshly, your grip on his cock tightened. Your eyes rolled as you truly tasted him. Azriel gasped at the feeling, still in a deep sleep thanks to the shadows.
You closed your eyes and took more of him in, going as deep as you could, what wouldn’t fit down your throat your hands took care of. Another breathless moan came from his lips as you started bobbing your head, tracing your tongue around the veins of his cock. His hands twitched next to you. You gaged every time he hit the back of your throat, that only drove you to go faster, every moan from him made you feel even more obsessed with him. You could feel his cock twitching, so close to his needed release. You indulged the needs of his body, stroking the base and adding pressure. You moved your mouth back to his tip, your hands taking over the rest of him, sucking and swirling your tongue around his head, that tipped his sleeping body over the edge, you both moaned the second his come coated your mouth. Azriel’s hips jerked and his moans continued, you’d never heard such beautiful sounds before.
You swallowed around him, licking up any of the mess he made. Before tucking his cock away you gave it a quick kiss, a farewell until you could play with him again. His shadows left his head, moving to dance across your body, slipping through your panties, you shooed them away, “Not yet,” You whispered, standing up on shaky legs, buzzing with need. You ignored those urges, wanting him to be awake when you put his cock in you.
You stroked your hand in his hair, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheeks. His eyes slowly fluttered, finally waking up. You left before he saw you, heading to the main doors of the library. He will assume you have gone to bed, and come to get you in the morning to continue with the reading. He would never suspect a thing. The only evidence was his untied strings, you did not remember that little fact though.
He’s been with you for 3 years now, and you’ve had him wrapped around your pretty little finger for twice that. König would do anything for you no matter how unsure he was, if it made you happy or excited then that was good enough for him. He worshiped the ground you walked on. So when you suggested spicing things up Of Course he agreed, though he was confused, he didn’t know how much more you could put into your sex lives since the two of you have tried so many things. Of Course, you find something new to try. But why should he complain, König’s always loved every second of attention he gets from you.
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3 days ago
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“Heyyy Kö, I have a question for you.” You skipped into the living room, jumping up on the back of the couch where König sat. You wrapped your legs around his neck, his head falling back into your lap as he looked up at you. You dug your hands into his fluffy hair, a bright smile on your lips.
“And what would that be, meine Liebe?” His thick accent graced your ears. You always loved the sound of his voice.
“So I was thinking perhaps we could try playing with a little fire?” Your voice was unsure, you didn’t want to spook him or make him think he had to.
“Like in bed?” König’s eyebrows were furrowed, and you hummed in agreement. “Won’t that be painful?”
“Only a little and I promise I’ll make you feel good during.” Your hands went to rest on his pink cheeks when he nodded in agreement your smile grew even bigger, you leaned down and kissed his forehead, in return, he turned his head to the side and kissed your palm.
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Present
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The day had been extremely stressful, not only did you have to run a bunch of errands you also had to go to base for a few hours. They tended to call you in a lot, that’s what happened to all of the medics, never enough to go around but luckily for you, they didn’t make you leave the county. The second you opened the door to your shared house, a delicious smell hit your nose. You smiled as the thought of your boyfriend came to mind. He was a wonderful cook, much better than you.
You set your bag down by the couch and walked into the kitchen. His back was facing you, he was stirring something in a pot on the stove. The long sleeve shirt he wore stretched across his back, his thick muscles showing through. You snuck up behind him wrapping your arms around his trimmed waist. You felt him flinch slightly before realizing it was you. “What are you making?”
“Dinner, go sit, I'll be done in a moment.” König pushed you away with one of his arms as he finished making dinner. When you rounded the corner to the dining room you saw the table was already set and there was a beautiful bouquet sitting in a vase by your spot.
You grinned as you sat, placing your napkin in your lap as König placed food on your plate. Once he was sitting down you leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for this Kö.” All of your previous stress disappeared as you began to eat.
“Thought I’d do something nice for you.” König rested his free hand on your knee.
“You are always doing something nice for me, basically every night.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“You deserve it, meine liebe.” He kissed your cheek and went back to eating. The rest of dinner was filled with small talk about each other's day and plans. You helped him clean up before going into the bedroom to shower.
König sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard with a book in his hand. He was sure to put two towels in the bathroom for you once you were done.
While you were in the shower, you remembered the conversation you had with König from a few days ago. An idea popped into your mind as you turned the faucet off. After drying off you wrapped a towel around your body and walked into your bedroom. König didn’t look up from his book as you went over to his nightstand. You opened one of the drawers and pulled out a lighter, then you lit the candle on the nightstand. You watched it burn for a moment before pulling the book out of his hands, he looked at you confused, you placed the book down and then crawled into his lap, your towel falling off in the process.
König’s eyes stared at your body, his hands coming to rest on your hips, “Remember the conversation we had a few days ago?” You tilted his chin up, forcing the man to meet your eyes. His brows furrowed until you looked over at the candle, his eyes following. You felt his hand twitch, he seemed to be hesitant about this whole idea. “We’ll just start with the wax, okay? That way it’s not too much for you.” When he nodded you gave him a quick kiss before laying him on his back.
“It won’t hurt too much?” König had never done something like this before. Of Course, he’s experimented with you and there was that one time where you had a whip but that was a while ago. He trusted you and knew you wouldn’t go too far.
“Nope it’ll only hurt for a second before the wax hardens and you’ll be pretty distracted anyway.” Once his pants and boxers were off you laid on top of him, chest to chest. You moved a loose strand of his hair out of the way before bringing your mouth to his. He whimpered as you parted his mouth with your tongue, always so desperate to have you. You moved your hand up his body cupping his cheek. His hands moving to the curve of your ass. He pushed you down onto him, his breath hitching as your thigh pressed against his hard cock.
König whined again as you pulled away from him, sitting yourself up, your hands pushing against his chest to support yourself. His lips were red and puffy, and his gaze was filled with lust. He thrust his hips up, urging you to start. “Be patient sweet boy.” You leaned down again to kiss his cheek before lifting your hips. He aligned himself up with your entrance. Before you could get the chance to sink onto him he pushed his hips up, the tip of his dick sliding into you before you pushed him back down. “If you're not patient then I’ll leave.”
He wiped the glare he had on his face away. “I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. I won't do it again I promise.” Deciding to believe him you continued your teasing. You slowly slid onto him, your walls clenching around his thick cock. Your eyes fluttered closed as you were fully seated on him. Königs breaths were airy and you could tell he was getting impatient again. When you opened your eyes you found him staring at where the two of you were connected. “Ready?” You tilted your head as you waited for an answer. Your cunt throbbing around him desperate for any kind of movement.
Once he gave you a nod you leaned over to the nightstand blowing the candle out. You brought the candle to your chest, the heat radiating off of it. You had Königs full attention now. His eyes haven't left the glass jar since you picked it up. His chest was moving rapidly, you ran a hand down it to relax him a little, “Just say the word and we’ll stop okay?” You gave him a little smile before tilting the candle to the side. Wax slowly tricked out onto his skin.
He took a sharp breath as it met his chest. König had expected it to hurt more but it wasn't that bad. The pain was only there for a second before the wax cooled. He let out a long whine as you circled your hips. Pleasure shoots into his spine. His brows were furrowed, the pain made him more sensitive, and he wanted to feel more.
You gripped the candle as you raised your hips, slamming them back down. The pleasure caused you to let out a loud moan. Königs hands made their way to your hips, holding onto you tightly. “I can do the work just focus on that,” He nodded toward the candle. You smiled at the thought of him enjoying this as much as you were. He planted his feet onto the bed before slightly raising your hips. Another loud moan came from your lips as he thrusts up into you. He always hit the perfect angles. You had to squeeze your eyes shut to focus. This wasn't about you, with that thought you continued to pour more wax onto him. You watched as his eyes rolled and his hips stuttered. Once he came back around he fucked you harder. His hips pistoning into you at a desperate pace.
The candle dropped to the bed as the pleasure became too much for you. Both of your hands were placed on his chest, the warm wax making you all the needier. When you looked at König there was a feral look in his eyes. One you had never seen before. He gripped tighter as he got closer to finishing. One particular thrust sent you over the edge, your arms bucking and you fell into his chest as you came on his cock. Your walls are pulsing around him pushing him over the edge as well. After one last thrust, he lodged his dick in you as he came, his release locked inside of you.
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“Can we try actual fire this time?” König whispered into the crook of your neck before he continued to kiss right below your ear.
“Of Course we can, we would need a lighter though.” Your voice was a little raspy, his touches taking away most of your brain cells. A second later König placed a lighter in your hand, one of those refillable ones. “You've been planning this haven't you?” There was a sly smile that formed on your lips as he raised his head.
“You're the one who came up with the idea, I'm simply entertaining it.” He flipped the both of you over. He rested his back against the headboard as you settled onto his lap. He helped you take his boxers off, his dick is already rock hard from your previous activities.
You flicked the lighter on, “You sure about this baby?” You gave him one more chance to back down but instead of answering you, he moved your free hand down to his cock. Wrapping his hand around yours and slowly pumping himself. You took a breath before bringing the lighter closer to him, he watched your every move. The last thing you wanted was to actually hurt him so you were careful with how long you let the fire touch him, only for a second at a time before moving it. You focused on giving him pleasure as well. Your hand moves quickly up and down his shaft. His hand had fallen to your thighs squeezing every time he felt the pain and pleasure together.
You lived for the beautiful sounds he was making, each moan and whimper made you want to hear more. You noticed the ach in your wrist but ignored it. You moved the lighter around his chest leaving a trail of pink skin in the wake. His face was flushed, his cheeks pink and lips red from him biting them. “Please, i-im so close,” his hips bucked into your hand as he started losing his control. You crashed your lips against his, throwing the lighter to the side, you were desperate to taste him. You swallowed his moans as he released into your hand, his hands squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise.
Once he came down from the high he rested his forehead against yours, eyes locked on you. “Next time I want to do it to you.”
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You hadn't expected him to actually go through with what he said. Perhaps a part of you was hoping he wouldn't. You hadn't done something like this before, you were always the one in charge not him. It took 3 orgasms before you could finally let go. You could hear König speaking but everything he said went through one ear and straight out the other. It had been a very long time since you weren't in control of everything and you felt wonderful. Your entire body was buzzing. Your cunt throbbing around his cock, begging to be fucked more.
You flinched as he snapped his fingers next to your ears, your eyes locking on him. “Stay with me sweet, are you ready?” You gave him an unsure nod, your eyes flickering to the lighter in his hand. “It'll feel good, I promise.” König gave you a reassuring smile. He slowly slid halfway out of you, flicking the lighter on, he brought it close to your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt the heat getting closer to you. Right as the fire started to burn your skin he thrust into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the pleasure shot straight through your spine.
The pleasure made it hard to notice the pain. You gasped as it burned you, your brows furrowed and your brain not being able to pick between pleasure and pain. It felt overwhelming. König went more light with the fire, instead focusing on fucking you. The pain was moved to the back of your mind as he hit that specific spot inside of you. You grabbed onto his neck, your nails digging into his soft skin. Your back arched off the bed as your release hit you. Every inch of you felt like it was on fire, your legs shook around Königs waist. You felt him come inside of you, a whimper left your lips as he filled you.
You opened your eyes as Kö pulled out of you, he set the lighter on the nightstand and brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face. He laid back down next to you, pulling you into his chest. “How are you feeling meine liebe?” He placed gentle kisses on the top of your head.
You mumble something, too tired to speak. He chuckled at that and let you rest. His hand rubbed circles on your back.
Warnings: smut, breeding kink, reader on top, p in v, creampie, penitration, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, stomach buldge, (sweet girl)
18+ only ! minors do not interact !
You’ve always loved him, despite the wrong things he has done in his life. For some reason no matter how long you stayed away from him or ignored him, that feeling that binds you to him never went away.
It was obvious he felt the same, making up the dumbest excuses to be around you. Tamlin loved the way you could make him feel. He loved your smile and your laugh. Everything about you made his heart flutter. Perhaps that’s why he invited you into his room for a drink. It definitely wasn’t the first time you’d been in there, he always liked sharing his secrets and other things he keeps private with you.
Tamlin's room was huge. There was a sitting room at the entrance and to the left was his bedroom, thin curtains covering it. A cup of wine in one hand while the other was dragging against the couch Tamlin was sitting on. His legs were spread and his head was leaning on the top of the couch. He watched as you slowly moved closer to him, his eyes never leaving your body. You couldn’t blame him, all you were wearing was a thin little nightgown. It was late when he asked you to join him and you couldn’t help but tease him a little. When you finally reached him you ran your free hand across his shoulders, leaning to the left of you, you set down your wine and brought both of your hands on him. Slowly kneading out his stressed muscles. You smiled as he groaned, his entire body relaxing fully into the couch, his eyes fluttering closed.
“May I ask why you wanted me in here?” Your voice was light, your hands leaving his shoulders and going to his hair.
“You’ve been avoiding me again,” Tamlin let out another groan as you played with his hair. You wondered how long it had been since someone had done this for him.
“I would never dare to avoid my High Lord,” He could easily hear the mocking tone in your voice.
“I find that hard to believe, and lying to me isn’t going to make me be more gentle with you,” You clenched your thighs, his green eyes piercing into yours, he patted his leg, motioning for you to sit down. You rounded the couch and slowly sat down, your thighs on either side of him. You placed your hands on his bare chest, tracing little patterns.
“Have you missed me then?” You leaned into him, his breath hitching as your hard nipples brushed against him. You rested your head on his shoulder, your lips brushing against his neck. Tamlin's hands roamed to your backside, his fingers slowly pulling up the thin material of your nightgown.
“Have I not made that clear yet?” He moved one of his hands away, wrapping your hair in a makeshift ponytail he pulled your head up, forcing you to look at him. You let out a relieved sigh when his lips met yours. The kiss was soft, gentle, he took his time before parting your mouth with his tongue. Tamlin squeezed your ass causing you to arch into him. The gentle kiss turned into one with fever and need. As if a switch turned on in his brain and he realized how much he needed you. Your nails dragged down his bare chest, fingering reaching his belt quickly. Tamlin ripped your lacy panties off, throwing the scraps across the room, he grabbed your hands as you were unbuttoning his pants. “Not yet sweet girl.” He gave you another kiss before slipping his hand between your legs.
He found your clit quickly, rubbing small circles on it. Your pleasure started to pick up the faster he went, small moans escaping your lips. “Tam please.” You dug your nails into his abdomen, hoping he would understand what you wanted.
Listening to your pleas he removed his hand from you to undo his pants. Once they were unbuttoned he slipped them off, his hard cock red and desperate for attention. Tamlin groaned as your hand met his cock. Giving him a few tugs before positioning yourself above him.
Tamlin's hands were squeezing your hips, the tips of his fingers Turning into claws. He could never fully control himself around you. You pressed your forehead against him as you slowly sat down, you gasped as the tip of his cock breached your entrance, opening you up so he could fit inside.
Tamlin groaned at the feeling of your walls clamping onto him, the tips of his claws digging into your hips, deep enough to make you bleed but not hurt you. You slowly started to bounce, rolling your hips every now and then for some added pleasure. His cock always felt perfect inside of you, always hitting the right places.
One of Tamlin's hands moved down to your stomach, tracing the print of his dick inside of you. Your head fell onto your shoulders as the pleasure built. Moans and whimpers fall from your lips. The sound of Tamlin only spurs you on. He planted his feet on the ground and started thrusting up into you. His eyes locked on yours as he watched you lose yourself in him.
You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, so close to his release. Tamlin thrust into you harder causing you to go completely cock drunk. The way his balls slapped against your ass and how his thumb was now rubbing against your clit, you were no longer able to hold off. Your eyes screwed shut as you came, and white-hot pleasure shot threw every inch of your body, tamlin was close behind. His warm seed filling every inch of you. Locking it in with his big cock.
He moved his hand to the back of your neck, gently resting your head against his chest. Both of you are out of breath and spent. “Have I convinced you yet sweet girl?” His deep voice rumbled through his chest.
You laughed at him, an amused smile brought to your lips, “I’m not so sure, you seemed a little distracted.” You loved teasing him, his cheeks always turned a little red.
SUMMARY / it’s one thing to be fearless, and another to fear your own domain.
AUTHOR’S NOTE / holy this is my THIRD time posting this. p sure my main is shadow banned so i’m here for now! (hopefully this fixes it, and if it doesn’t… man idk)
“Comin’ up for your shift, Lt?”
“Yeah, Johnny. Gimme a minute.”
Soap flicks his comms off, mumbling a few native insults while drawing out his “knackeredness.” The grumbles and complaints don’t end until he has his bag fully zipped up, glancing over in your direction with a lopsided smile.
“You sure you’ll be okay here, Cobra?” His brow quirks in slight concern, offering a dusted blanket over. “Bein’ alone with that dafty might drive y’a up the wall.”
“You’re not much different, Johnny.” The mock of Ghost’s accent on his nickname drives a scowl up his face, turning away with an impolite wave in your direction. “Night, Soap!”
“Haud yer wheesht!”
An amused snort follows the overly dramatic slam of the door, leaving you alone atop the headquarter’s watchtower. Despite being only roughly 100 feet in the air, you feel impossibly higher, nagged on by ravenous winds seeping through the open window above you. The loss of Soap beside you cultivates the space colder, crawling silent shivers up your spine despite the thick layers padded against it.
Siberia is a cold, dark place. Slithering with frigid hands and souls. Not a sliver of spare warmth would be welcomed in the Mother Lands, as if it was whispering to you in relentless gusts and coats of verglas.
You’re not Russian. You’re not welcome here.
In a sense, it was right. This was not your domain, and it showed in the steady increase of casualties and careless injury. Price had to call off his post from a fractured wrist, and Gaz nursed the brand of the bullet in his honor. Even worse, Ghost had bit the frigid depths of Russia with his forearm. The entire expanse of its left side, porcelain bandages dimmed to ivory in the night.
A soft abrasion of cloth and the dent of metal pieces what you could not see of him together. Quietly pulling Soap’s chair to the side to make room. Completely devoid of breath and reaction in his descent to the floor, and the silent twitch of his eyelid after that, snapped back to normalcy once he senses your gaze. The shift of his back against the sleeted concrete unshadows him further, breaking his quietude upon seeing the grin perched upon your features.
“What are you up to?”
The question is simple, tinged with a drop of faux irritation. You see straight through it, yet, feel the smile dropping from your face regardless. He’s quick to notice your change in posture, and turns away.
“Simon.” Your call falls to deaf ears, so you gently nudge his calf with your foot. “What’s up?”
“Nothin’. Don’t worry about it.”
His response is coarse, a bark amidst the chilling gusts of wind that carries it away. Filled to the brim with it a defensiveness you hadn’t witnessed in quite a while, packed with a sting that had you biting your cheek. You’d known it all too well, countless fights and acts of seclusion had spelled it out perfectly. And, as if you’d needed an extra push to confirm it, your eyes drop, taking in the soft jitter of gloved hands.
Just one of many callsigns of a brittle man’s anxiety. A fearless machine on the field turned to a wisp of the wind, eyes glossy and sour, silently corroding in his own skin.
It makes you feel sick, the pungent tang of fear coating your tongue in full. Your throat is chalk dry, sweat glazed eyes frantically coasting around the room. Desperately searching for something, a reason.. a way to stop it.
Ghost liked the scent of wood— liked nature even more. Wouldn’t have minded the slight mess of weaponry laid out in front of you, and certainly would’ve voiced his distaste on your habits if he had. Your mind raced as it went through a mental checklist of his behaviors, raking down to a slim line before you got it.
It was dark. Pitch black, nearly; only a soft glow of the moon reflecting off thick clumps of snow. The lack of illumination dimming his irises into a pool of gloom, flickering from the window to wilderness. Completely devoid of light.
You recalled it right there. In all the years you’d known him, some behaviors had remained the same. The way he would always gravitate toward the lighter side of the room, the bedside lamp he kept in his room, always on past noon. Even when it wasn’t dark. He abhorred the very thought of it.
It wouldn’t be an insane thought to say he was afraid, either. Never scared of a cointoss to tomorrow, or the day-to-day assaults on his life.
No, he was terrified of the dark. A loss of light meant the loss of traction. And with no traction, there’s no goal. No goal is the assailant of purpose. And without purpose, he is nothing.
A Ghost. He simply fears what he is.
“Hey.”
His back strikes up, fully effect and ready for the advance. Streaks of dirtied bone crawl up his face, settling around fiendishly creased eyes. Taut, vile, purely on the offensive. Tightly cradling an enigma behind snapping jaws. Snarling with the faintest taste of doubt.
“Soap left a flashlight around here somewhere, just hang on for a minute.”
Ghost’s eyes are practically shot open, watching mindlessly as the words replay in a broken record’s symphony. You’d figured him out, just like that, no strings attached. And God, it should’ve scared him. A consternation nestled deep within the mania. Command him to lash out on the breach of his security and—
Click.
The world goes quiet. His eyes shrink in the blaze of luminescence, back slouching down at the slightest as you set the flashlight down.
“You frosty?”
Exhausted. From the nightmares to the pain in the arse wound biting his skin.
“Fuck, affirmative. All good.”
Anyone is an enemy to him until he sticks around long enough. Mapping their face out, the things they hate, what he could get bit for and what makes him more tolerable. Bad habits that root him to an everlasting battle of loss and war.
“We’ll get your ass over here then, Simon.”
And, for once, he doesn’t feel like fighting.
The paralyzer demands he stays, act tough, you’re a goddamn soldier after all. It’s in his programming to isolate, but the deviant strand always lives. Hazed eyes remained fixated on the soft glow of the flashlight sprawled out across the post, licking into his soul, or what little he had left of it. And that part of him knew better, because it was full of you.
There’s no room to get hurt. But there’s no room to hurt, either.
He grumbles something lost to you, but moves nonetheless. Shimmying against creaking wood to claim the space beside you. Nearly mustering an eye roll as you drape a throw blanket over his shoulder. His skin is left searing from your fleeting touches, and he can’t help but look your way, following every finite motion of your irises.
You shift to the right, gaze pointed out the shabby window above. Ghost is quick to follow.
“I’ve heard some stories about the sky here. I forgot some of it, but they say the night sings around this time of year.”
“You sure that’s not some fodder you overheard this week?”
Your brows furrow, head lightly bumping against his shoulder. A glance is stolen your way before he’s back to the sky.
“That’s a stupid thing to lie about, don’t you think?”
“I don’t like liars.”
“Would that piss you off enough to kill them?”
He shrugs, offering a soft sigh of amusement.
“Maybe.”
Minutes drift into slow hours, dragging tranquility into the grey clouds drifting to and from your vision. Warmth escapes you at the quiet shuffle of Ghost’s feet, leaving half lidded eyes drooping into ice. Only when the grasps of sleep begin to claw at your consciousness are you roused once more, head tilting up at the soft call of your name.
“Think you’ll wanna see this.”
Both your and Ghost’s blankets are secured around your chest before you’re pulling yourself up, offering a questioning glance to the looming shape in the doorway. He steps aside, and you’re welcomed once more to the thrash and whip of Siberian breath. Yet, the cold stems at the surface as your eyes raise, mouth parting to suck in chill and awe.
“Holy shit…”
A blanket of flurried stars scatters across your field of view like splattered paint, giving background to the mass of constellations ahead of them. Woven further lies an array of colorful waves, stretching pink, green, and blue as far as you can see.
You’re rendered nearly speechless, infinitely impressed. Such a sight strikes ataraxia into the depths of your heart, circulating through the nerves and all that you are.
Ghost is nearly akin, eyelids pried open inches wider in a desperate attempt to burn it all inside. He’s allured, and he wants to remember you, collecting so much of the good that the hurt fades away. After that, perhaps he could forgive himself too.
Eventually, his gaze drifts down to you, who is no less shocked than you were five minutes ago. At this, he sighs. Long, cool, carefully enamored.
Such a feeling that eradicates the venom, allowing him to take a step forward and reach. Lowering his healthy arm to rest along the base of your shoulder. Timidly, softly as if you’d break. The star struck smile you return pumps life into his veins like a holy elixir. Shattering the boundary that is fear and the terror of what he deserves.
But, it is you. And, sometimes, it doesn’t feel like war.
Warnings: Smut, bondage, praise kink, dom!reader, sub! König, size difference, mask stays on(and the helmet) talk of anxiety, riding, penitration, p in v, unprotected sex, shy könig, (baby)
18+ only ! minors do not interact !
“Have you ever tried meditation?” The two of you were currently sitting in an empty safe house waiting for your captain and the others to show up. The team had gotten separated a while back. You'd been here for about an hour, both of you completely silent, listening for any noises that indicated someone was near. You weren't usually the talkative one, König was always the one to fill the silence but he seemed more anxious today.
“Why would I do that?” Königs gaze flickered over to yours, he was sitting up on the bed. His back was against the headboard, feet dangling off the edge. He was fiddling with the buckle of his belt, a habit you had picked up on a while ago.
“To help with your anxiety, I do it to clear my head, maybe it'll work for you too.” You spread your legs out in front of you. The floor wasn't a very comfortable thing to sit on but you didn't want to crowd him. Plus you had a better view of the door from where you were.
“I never told you I had anxiety, how do you know that? Who told you?” There was a worried tone in his voice, you could see his eyes widen slightly, and the rest of his face was covered by the sniper veil he was wearing.
A smirk grew on your lips as you watched him panic. The anxiety was so obvious it surprised you that everyone didn't notice it. “No need to panic baby, it was just a question,” You leaned your head back against the wall closing your eyes.
Königs replay came a few seconds later, “W-well I don't alright,” You could hear his heavy breaths from across the room. If a little pet name shook him you wondered how much it would take to say to make him start begging for you.
“Mhm, whatever you say,” Silence took over again. You could feel him staring at you, his fidgeting had stopped. You already knew how he felt about you. With him always staring at you when he didn't think you would notice or when he would volunteer himself to go on missions with you. Or for example this exact situation. He wasn't supposed to be with you on this mission, he was supposed to stay with the rest of the group but he convinced the captain that you'd be safer with someone watching your back. It was pure luck that everything went to shit the two of you need up here together. Alone.
König watched you intently. You always looked so beautiful, even if you were covered in dirt or blood. He could swear his heart stopped when you called him that. His entire body lit up including his dick, he tried to hide the growing bulge in his pants but he had a feeling you knew. You never really spoke, especially not to him, but he always found you so intriguing. He loved that you were so small compared to him. To be fair everyone was, that's what happened when you were 6’10” but you were special. He thought so at least. “Do you think it would work? The meditating?”
“That, among other things,” When you opened your eyes you found him staring down at his lap. You stood up from the floor and leaned against the wall, peeking out the doorway to make sure you didn’t miss anything.
“Like what?” König’s voice was small, almost like he didn’t want to upset you by asking. It did come with reason. The last time he asked you a question you had snapped at him and told him to shut up. But to be fair the two of you were in the middle of a mission and you were trying to concentrate.
“Killing people usually helps me, it’s very calming,” A smile played on your lips. When he looked up at you unable to tell if you were serious or not he broke out into a small laugh.
“I don’t think that would work in this situation,” An idea tugged on your brain when König’s eyes met yours. You’d be an idiot to pass up on this chance. Despite what the rest of your team thinks you do have a soft spot for König, if you didn’t you probably would have shot him by now. But you secretly like that he followed you everywhere. And you loved how often his eyes were on you. Seeing as the two of you were alone in the middle of nowhere, the team was still probably hours away, so you decided to go for it.
“A distraction could work too,” You walked over to the bed, resting your hands on the edge of the bed, you tilted your head at him, trying to see if he understood what you were saying.
“What kind of distraction?” König obviously didn’t understand what you were getting at but his voice was quieter. You assumed that had to do with how close you had gotten to him.
“One that’ll empty your mind from whatever you're worried about, it’ll relax you too.” Your hand roamed over to his leg. You felt it twitch underneath your finger, and that only made you smile more. As your hand tracked up his leg you kept eye contact with him. His breaths were getting heavier the further you went. When your hand met his arm, the one not so discreetly coving up the bulge in his pants, you spoke again. “I can help if you want.”
König shuddered beneath you. He didn’t want to assume anything, perhaps he was just dirty-minded. When he tried to get rid of those thoughts in his head your hand moved over his, which besides his pants was the only thing covering him. He could feel his entire body light up, all of his blood pumping straight to his cock. The sweet tone in your voice did something to him. He liked it. “Okay.” He whispered.
“You seem nervous, what’s the matter?” You lifted yourself onto the bed and slid into his lap. You could feel the muscles in his thighs flexing as you sat down.
“N-nothing,” You enjoyed König’s stuttering, feeling the effect it had on you between your thighs.
“Move your hand then,” You raised a brow at him in a challenge. He squeezed his eyes shut, probably trying to make his dick less hard. Sighing at his disobedience, you then brought your hands down to his belt. When he felt you loosen it his eyes snapped open. “If you're not going to behave then you get punished, pretty simple rules if you ask me.”
“Bu-,” You cut him off with a shh. Once his belt was off you took your own off as well. Grabbing his left arm you moved it to the headboard, tying his wrist around one of the poles. It took a little more effort with the other arm seeing as he was still trying to hide himself. But once he gave up you were able to tie him up completely. “I don’t understand.”
“I told you, you need a distraction, sex is a distraction,” You began unbuckling his tac vest, you set that to the side and lifted his shirt enough to show his abs. He was beautiful, every inch of him. You hadn’t expected him to be this well-shaped but you definitely weren’t complaining. König’s abs flexed under your fingers as you traced a few old scars. Running your hands up and down his torso. “You have had sex before right?”
“Y-yeah, but isn’t th-this against protocol?” König was clearly worried about getting in trouble but there was no need to be, as long as he didn’t tell anyone about this it would be fine. And seeing as how he hated talking to other people you don’t think that will be a problem.
“Don’t worry about that, no one will find out, I promise,” You looked back up at him hoping he saw the reassurance in your eyes. He gave an okay. As you started unbuttoning his pants you became more excited, you couldn’t wait to see how big he was. It’ll be impressive no doubt, he was a big guy, the biggest guy you’ve ever met actually. Both of you gasped as you pulled him out, well König’s was more of a moan. You expected him to be big but fuck, you hadn’t expected this big. Not only was he long he was pretty thick too. Your mouth waters at the idea of him being inside of you. You quickly took your pants off, tossing them off the bed, your underwear with them.
You spit into your hand, bringing it down to his dick and coating it with your saliva. When you lifted your hips König’s panicked voice flooded your ears, “W-what about a condom?”
“Don’t worry baby I’m on birth control, just relax for me alright?” You kissed the cloth covering his cheek, hoping it would help ease his nerves.
“Oh, alright then, but can you please untie me I really want to touch you,” The desperation in his voice almost made you give in, you wanted to hear him beg more.
“No,” You positioned yourself above him, rubbing the tip of his cock through your puffy folds. You moaned at the sensation, paying a little more attention to your clit. The sound of König’s whimpers made you moan even more, he sounded so perfect. Your mouth fell open as his cock slowly breached your entrance, there was a sharp sting but it was manageable. You could hear König mumbling, something about how he’s always wanted to do this and how tight you feel around him.
You stopped sinking down onto him when it started to hurt, there was only about 2 inches left but you didn’t want to hurt yourself. You propped yourself onto your feet, it would be much easier to move this way given his length. König started squirming under you, “If you ask nicely I’ll start moving.”
König glanced back up to you, “Will you please s-start moving, p-please you feel so good,” Tears brimmed the corners of his eyes. He was really fucking desperate to have you. Your eyes shuttered closed as you started to ride him, you were going slow, testing what made him moan or whimper the most. Once you found the perfect rhythm you lost yourself in the pleasure, your entire body was buzzing, and the burn in your thighs felt painfully good. Your head fell back on your shoulders, your hands grabbing onto König’s chest for stability.
It took a lot of focus to continue riding him, his cock made you feel brain-dead, and it numbed everything but the pleasure he was causing you. You had no idea why you waited so long to do this. “F-fuck, does it f-feel good?” König’s voice broke you out of your trance, when you looked back at him you almost came right there. The lust in his eyes made you want to never stop.
“Feels so good baby, you’re doing so fucking well,” You pressed your chest against his, and your pace quickened as you used one of your hands to lift the veil. Only enough to reveal his mouth. The second you saw his pink puffy lips you crashed yours against his. König immediately kissed you back, swallowing all of your moans. He was an excellent kisser, pushing his tongue into your mouth and using it to explore. That made you think of what his mouth would feel like between your legs.
König started to buck his hips into yours, his thrusts were sloppy but they made you closer to your orgasm. You broke this kiss and sucked in as much air as you could. Laying your head against his chest, you put all of your strength into fucking him. You slammed yourself down repeatedly onto him, chasing your release. You could hear König muttering again, but you weren’t able to understand what he was saying.
With a few more thrusts you were coming around his thick cock, the pleasure racked through your body as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your nails digging into his neck. König followed right behind you, his thrust lodging himself inside of you, painting your walls with his seed.
It took a few minutes before either of you could talk, he was the first to break the silence, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You smiled at the concerned tone he had, he was always so attentive and caring.
“I’m alright, you did so good, I’m so proud of you baby,” You weakly lifted off of him, and his hands grabbed onto your hips, helping you move, he put himself away and then went back to holding you against his chest, “Wait, you could’ve untied them yourself this whole time?” You lazily looked up at him, confusion written across your face. “Why didn’t you do it sooner?”
König gave you a gentle smile, his veil still uncovering his mouth. “You said if I misbehave I’d be punished, I didn’t want to upset you.” He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back soothingly. “Maybe we can stay like this for a little while? It feels nice.”
“Of Course we can, and also, a punishment isn’t always a bad thing,” You kissed his chest, relaxing against him again, listening to the steady rate of his heartbeat.
Warning: small amount of smut but mostly fluff, cockwarming, penetration, p in v, soft Soap, fluff, (love)
18+ only ! minors do not interact !
“Stop moving,” Soap's voice was only a whisper cut with him pressed so close to you it almost sounded like yelling. Maybe you were just too distracted to distinguish the difference. You trained in response not feeling nice enough to actually answer him. You could feel the rumble in his chest when he laughed. The arm wrapped around your waist tightened when you rolled your hips against his. He let out a small grunt, “Keep doing that love and I'll pull out.”
You instantly stopped, as much fun as it was to mess with him you didn't want him to do that. You loved the feeling of him inside of you, everything felt so full and your head went dizzy. It was a nice feeling. “Can’t we just have sex? You said that's what we were going to do and then you refused to move, it's rude.” the was an irritated tone in your voice. He had texted you to meet him at the safe house and the second you walked inside he had you up against the door with his tongue shoved down your throat.
“Just enjoy the warmth, love, no need to rush things,” Soap buried his head into your neck, holding onto you tightly. He was a very touchy man, no matter the situation he always has his hands on you. Even if it was just a finger through your belt loop or you sitting on his lap on the way to a mission. He was always whispering sweet things into your ear that made you blush, it was even worse when he would say something dirty that only you could hear. You would have to act normal in front of everyone, hoping that they didn't notice your thighs clenched together.
“I'd enjoy the warmth much more if you would just start moving,” You turned your head back so you could look at him. There was a smile playing on his lips and his cheeks were rosy. “Pleeaasse,” He would do anything for you when you would beg, which is why you did what you did. A grin spread across your face as Soap slowly rolled his hips into yours. You sighed in content as small waves of pleasure rocked through your body. You both knew his pace wasn't enough for either of you to finish but that didn't matter. You were perfectly happy with what he was currently doing.
“Fuck I love you,” Soap's voice was a little raspy, he tended to get lost in his head when he was inside you. You loved hearing him say those words. No matter how much he said it, it always managed to make your heart beat out of your chest. You were so grateful to have him in your life and there is no way you're ever letting him go.
Using your hand to tilt up his chin you pressed a kiss to his lips. It was soft and didn't go for very long. “I love you too,” you could feel your lips brushing against his as you spoke.
can you write sm with azriel and a tired either rlly subby reader or little reader? like anything im begging 🙏
But I’m Tired
Word Count: 1.3k
Pairings: Azriel x f!reader
Warnings: smut, sleepy sex, p in v, Azriel being desperate, oral(f!reciving) multiple orgasms, soft sex, unprotected sex (love, princess)
18+ only ! minors do not interact !
You felt so warm, something was rubbing your cheek but you were far too tired to open your eyes. You snuggled closer to whatever was touching you, it smelt wonderful as well. Soft lips pressed against your forehead, they trailed down to your neck, soft and simple. You let out a small whimper when you finally heard his voice. “Wake up sweetheart,” It was so gentle and quiet, it felt like a dream. “You don't want to get in trouble now do you?”
Your eyes shot open at the threat, you hated when you upset him. It confused you when darkness flooded your sight, when you reached out to see if his wing was blocking the light you were met with nothing, it must be night still. “When did you get back?” You could only mumble the words, your eyes felt so heavy all you wanted to do was go back to sleep.
“I need you to stay up for me, I've missed you so fucking much,” Azriel's lips were on your neck again, gently sucking on the sensitive spots. The sensation made you feel aroused, and a wet patch started to form between your legs. He slowly moved you onto your back, there was a prominent frown on your face as he settled in between your legs. You made a sound of protest when he went to take your nightgown off, “Shh shh, I'll be gentle and slow I promise,” Azriel's hands moved up to your face, cupping it. He left a few kisses on your cheeks and nose before continuing his ministrations. You tucked your body in as the cool air caresses your skin, small goosebumps raised as you grew colder, Azriel noticed this and untucked his wings enough so they blocked any warmth escaping from your bodies. His hands roamed up your thighs, pulling at the lacy underwear you had put on earlier, you squeezed your legs together as he pulled them off. You were too tired for this and it was so late in the night. “None of that princess, spread your thighs for me.” His tone was serious but all you did in response was whine.
“But I'm tired, can't we do this later?” Ariel smiled at you, you looked so tiny like this, all curled up. His thumbs circled your pebbled nipples. He watched as you wiggled beneath him. Az was unbelievably desperate to have your tight little pussy wrapped around his cock, it had been days since he last had you like this. He did feel bad for waking you up from such a peaceful rest but he needed you whimpering and moaning as he fucked you.
“I know love, but I need you to behave tonight okay? I really fucking need you right now.” The desperation in his voice made your heart flutter. Even though the two of you are mates, he is rarely this vulnerable with you. Listening to his plea you spread open your legs. You heard him groan at the sight you gave him. Peaking your eyes open you found him staring right back at you, “So beautiful,” His words made you flush.
Azriel brought his lips down to yours for a desperate kiss. As he moved down your body he propped your legs on his shoulders so his face was right in front of your aching core. He groaned at the scent, his tongue begging for a taste of you. With one last glance up to your face he decided to only give you what you need and nothing more, as much as he loved to overstimulate you with his mouth he didn't want to wake you up fully.
You whimpered as Azriel laid his tongue flat against your soaking cunt, the vibration of his groans only made it more pleasurable. Your weak hands fisted the sheets under you, legs twitching against his wings. Az continued to lick you, his tongue would circle your puffy clit and then move down to your entrance. He enjoyed teasing you, dipping his tongue in only to remove it a moment later. More quiet moans tumbled from your lips, your hips were gently rocking into his face, chasing your high. You couldn’t manage much more than that, the weight of your body felt like a thousand pounds.
Azriel didn’t seem to mind that, if anything he was encouraging it by holding your ass up so it was easier for you to move. His nails dug into your skin as your calf rubbed against his wing again, the pleasure shooting straight down to his cock. Gods he needed to be inside of you. He sped up his pace, his tongue rapidly licking you. When he felt your tight hole clench around his tongue he knew you were about to finish. Az wrapped his mouth around your clit sucking hard. You came a second later, squeezing your eyes shut as that white-hot pleasure flooded your body. Whines and whimpers escaped from your soft lips.
It took a few minutes before you came down from your high, Azriel had moved back on top of you, his fingers playing with a loose strand of your hair. “Sleep?” You whispered, you could feel the darkness taking over. The orgasm Az just gave you only made you more tired.
“Soon,” Azriel kissed your cheek, his hand moving down to his cock, lining it up with your entrance. His other arm rested by your head holding himself up. Your brows furrowed as he pushed inside of you, true to his word he was going slow, he made sure not to hurt you as he started fucking you. You grabbed onto his hand, your eyes fluttering open as he squeezed yours. He looked like a god from this angle. His eyes filled with lust and his wings spread out above you. You could feel his shadows tracing little intricate shapes on your skin. A satisfied sigh left your lips once he was fully inside of you, you watched as Azriel closed his eyes, composing himself. His wings twitched when you clenched around him. A silent plea to start moving.
Your eyes slowly closed as he started pumping inside of you. His thrusts were slow but deep. All you could feel was him, all you could smell was him. Your mouth parted as he brushed against that sensitive spot. He continued to do so, causing you to get closer to your orgasm much faster than usual. He was doing it on purpose. He needed you to come before him and by the way, your tight little cunt was clenching onto him he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Az,” your breathy moans only spurred him on more, he released your hand and brought it down between your legs. Your hips bucked as his thumb circled your clit. The amount of pleasure you were receiving felt euphoric. Azriel’s pace sped up slightly, he was getting lost in the pleasure and as much as he wanted to keep it slow for you it felt impossible.
You could feel your orgasm approaching, it’ll only take a few more thrusts before you're creaming around his thick cock. Your cunt clenched around Azriel as you came for the second time that night, the pleasure made you dizzy and breathless. Azriel came a few seconds later. Lodging himself so deep inside you, you could feel it in your throat.
He left a few open-mouthed kisses against the hollow of your throat. Once he caught his breath he pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss of his cock. Azriel laid down next to you, pulling the covers back over your bodies. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped a wing around you. “Thank you, my love.” When he looked down he found you had already passed out. That brought a small smile to his lips, you looked so peaceful like this.
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Oh my, he just published another NSFW soft!Ghost x fem!listener audio, but this time there’s some pretty interesting interrogation methods 😳 … the kind of methods that would get me talking right away!
Could you write something like ghost wanting to get reader pregnant / breeding kink… if you’re comfortable thanks💋
Keep it
Word count: 1.4k
Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader
Warnings: talk of pregnancy, breeding kink, manhadling, p in v, penetration, unprotected sex, swearing, creaming (sweetheart)
18+ only ! minors do not interact !
Today you weren't as sore as usual, you wanted to do something nice for him. You weren't the best cook but you could make breakfast without too much of a problem. You gently slipped off the bed, careful not to make even the smallest of noises. You weren't wearing any underwear but seeing as Simon's shirt went down to your knees you didn't see much of a problem. After closing the door to your bedroom you walked into the kitchen. It was spotless, Simon didn't like when things were messy. You opened a few cupboards and drawers looking for all of the materials you needed, by the time you pulled everything out of the fridge that you planned on using, the whole kitchen was a mess, no doubt about to get messier. You made a mental note to clean it up before Simon saw it.
As you were stirring the pancake mix you felt Simon's warm arms wrap around you. The smell of his cologne was can't but not entirely gone. He always smelt so good. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his arms squeezing you slightly. “You're not supposed to be up yet, I was gonna bring this to you in bed.”
You could feel his smile against your neck, “I could think of something else I'd rather eat in bed.” You flushed at his crass suggestion. He never fails to make you turn red, and no matter how often he whispers inappropriate things in your ear, they always have an effect.
“Knock it off I'm trying to do something,” As you tried to push him off of you he lifted you off your feet, his arms were secured around your waist and he was giving you small kisses on your neck. You kicked your feet uselessly, he didn't budge at all. “Simon put me down,” You sighed in exasperation as you gave up your attempt to get away from him.
“Say please,” You could feel him getting hard behind you. His voice was raspier and when you looked up at him you could see how badly he wanted you. One of his hands slid up your body, cupping your right breast. Your shirt wasn't very thick so when he tweaked your hardening nipple you let out a small yelp, a small wave of pleasure following.
“Please Simon,” It came out as a moan. Your whines only made him smirk. The hand that
Was playing with your tits moved down to the hem of your (his) shirt. He still had one arm wrapped tight around you. He didn't judge at all, it was like you weighed nothing to him.
“Please what?” Simon loved to play with you. His hand slowly dragged up your thigh, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him.
You rolled your eyes at him, “You know what I want,” He gave you a quiet hum. That only pissed you off more. You didn't know if you would rather him put you down or start finger fucking
you. But either one would make you happy if he would just hurry up and choose. Just as his fingers brushed against your clit he let go of you. You would have fallen on your ass if it wasn't for him grabbing your arm and keeping you upright. “Go back to bed so I can finish making this.”
“I have other plans,” You were suddenly bent over the counter. He had lifted you slightly so your toes hardly touched the ground. You grabbed onto the end of the counter trying to stabilize yourself. You felt cool air against your backside as Simon lifted your shirt. He secured it under your stomach so it would cover you up. “Just a shirt huh? Seems like this is what you wanted all along,” His calloused hands scraped against your soft skin. He needed the flesh of your ass, feeling you up before thrusting his hips into you. A small gasp left your lips, he was still wearing pants but the soft feeling brushing against your cunt felt wonderful.
You heard Simon shuffling behind you, and a few seconds later you felt his hard cock pressed against your ass. It always amazed you at how big he was, sometimes you had no idea how he made it fit. He ran the tip down your folds, your juices spreading around his dick. One of his hands gripped your waist, the hold tight enough to bruise. The other held the base of his cock as he aligned it with your entrance. When you pushed your hips back, desperate for him to be inside of you, all he did was chuckle. His deep voice made you even needier, “Patients sweetheart.”
“I'm not the one who needs to be patient, you've been cycling me every second of every day just to get me pregnant.” You rolled your eyes again, he's such a hypocrite.
“Just think of how pretty you would look with your belly all swollen with my child,” At that thought, he let out a grunt, a small part of his restraint was slipping. That always seemed to happen when he thought about that. You squeezed your eyes shut as he pushed into you, a sharp pain hitting your abdomen. Simon only went in a few inches before pulling out to the tip and then pushing back in more. As the pain subsided you started to get impatient again. You loved how full you felt when he was inside of you. And what he said did make your heart flutter.
“If you want me pregnant then you're going to have to fuck me, not just tease,” A sly smile grew on your lips as you heard him sigh. His hands grabbed both of your hips, and the second he was fully inside of you he drew out. You whined at him but that was quickly replaced by a moan as he drove into you. Simon didn't give you any time to adjust as he fucked you. Granted you did taunt him but he's usually a lot more gentle, not that you're complaining.
Your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure Simon was giving you. His pace was hard and fast, you felt a twinge of pain every time he hit your cervix but that made it all the more pleasing. Every sound he made, even if it was just a grunt or small whimper stirred you even more. Your veins felt like lava as your orgasm got closer. “God, I can't fucking wait until you're pregnant, ill be so fucking gentle with you sweetheart,” His voice was getting raspy. You could tell by the slight stutter in his hips that he was getting close. The sounds you were making for him made him fuck you harder. You chanted his name like a prayer. “When I come I don't want you to let a single drop out, keep it in okay sweetheart?” His head fell back on his shoulders as you moaned your response.
“S-So close Si,” Your walls spasmed around Simon, and when he brushed against a certain spot you finally hit your sweet release. Your mind raced as you were thrown into a state of euphoria. You heard him swear as he came inside of you, a warm feeling filling your stomach. There was a thick ring at the base of Simon's cock as he pulled out of you, you did your best to keep it all inside of you but you could feel some of his release slid down the inside of your thigh.
“Naughty girl,” Simon used his middle finger to push it back inside of you. He bent over you and placed a kiss between your shoulder blades.
Hi!!! I just went through your ghost and Jason Todd fics and love love love!! <3 Is there by any chance going to be a part 2 of Too Slow??? What about more Jason Todd or even Roy harper in the future???? :)
I have a few things I still need to write before I make a part 2 of too slow, I’m not saying I’m going to but there is a possibility. As for Jason Todd I’m definitely writing more for him and I’m open to writing for Roy Harper but i would need a request for him since the only thing I’ve watched with him is the green arrow and I can’t remember much about his personality
