Hate Sex With Simon "Ghost" Riley! [Kinktober Day 12]TW: Gagging, Rough Sex, Biting, Dirty Talk, Mlm.

Hate Sex with Simon "Ghost" Riley! [Kinktober Day 12] TW: Gagging, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, mlm.

Simon isn’t a man for rough sex, isn’t one to use all of his strength on you- not if he can help it. Your so damn cute mewling and whining when his cock hits too deep inside you. Until one day, after a particularly rough mission, Simon’s self control literally left his body, his pretty little Wife/Husband waiting at the door for him to come home, clad in your small shorts and revealing tank. The sight of your tiny frame alone had Simon’s brain turning to pudding, and his cock chubbing hard as a rock in his pants. Simon Riley would become a different man. He threw you over his shoulder and practically sprinted to the bedroom, not even taking his clothes off before tying your hands to the headboard and starting to kiss your chest and neck. His nails would claw at your skin, ranging in shapes and sizes. Oh and he'd tease you so fucking much, getting you to the point of orgasm, only to pull his cock, his tongue or fingers away at the last possible second. It drove you insane. He’d forcibly stuff his thick red cock into you for hours, your loud cries of pleasure and pain only fueling his urge to ruin you, his cock not going soft until his fourth orgasm that night. "Do you think you can be quiet? Last time you couldn’t." Simon moaned, hoping the neighbors won't hear. Your breath caught in you throat. "What are you gonna do, gag me?" "That was the plan, yeah." Ghost had taken his mask and twisted it into a bundle. "No time to do it proper, though." Before stuffing it into your mouth. You tried to twist your head away from the mask as Ghost pressed the mask into your mouth, but you quickly parted your teeth and sank them into the material. Ghost's grumbling reached your ear each time he had to cover your mouth, everytime you moaned too loud. After awhile you spit the gag out. "Simon, please…" "You want to cum?" "Uh huh!" You moaned as Ghost rolled his hips again, a little faster this time, the head of his cock pushing deep inside of you, "ah-, me, then you… I cum, then you, inside me, ple-please." Ghost grinned. "You should explain everything with a cock in your ass. Sound so cockdumb, mewling like this. Did your brain become mush? awh~ how cute."

[UGHHHH throwing my ass in a circle for this man.]

Spanking kink with John Price [Kinktober Day 16]

TW: Spanking, MDNI, NSFW, M! READER, MLM.

"You’re gonna make me cum too soon, Love." Price’s gravelly voice warns. Not only did you ignore his warning you OPENED your throat more so he slides his cock further down until his short curly hairs tickle your lips. Her tongue flattened along the underside, pressing against the sensitive tip. Causing a knot to tie in Price's stomach and his legs shake slightly.

He gripped your hair, shooting a load down your throat with a groan before grabbing you and pulling you over his lap. Before you could react he delivered a harsh spank to your left ass cheek, leaving a big red mark.

"You think you deserve to cum?" Price's voice rasped delivering another hard spank to your ass. He was practically feral over how your ass jiggled, eyes blowing wide as he watches you squirm and moan with each spank. He continues spanking you for what seems like hours before finally letting you cum. You grabbed your cock and jerked off, still sitting in Price's lap as he watches you blow your load all over your thighs with a shaky whimper.

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Brat Taming with Simon "Ghost" Riley [Kinktober Day 13]

TW: Edging, Brat Taming, Mean Ghost, GN [Gender Neutral] Reader.

You went to help Ghost with the paperwork piling up on his desk, put to the task as the newest member of the team. To everyone else he had picked you because you were the newbie, the grunt. The inexperienced. Just because he wanted to see how good you are with your hands. he had given you that look through his balaclava, staring at you, his gaze at your tense form, dark and stone cold. The following week you hid his radio that one evening, had found the best hiding spot for it in the broken wall above the locker. It had taken Ghost forever to find it, cursing and storming through the barracks. Soap had laughed at him for it, and Price had yelled at him for hours about losing valuable equipment. You admitted to hiding it, trying not to laugh at his unamused expression. He’d wordlessly pushed a tower of files at you. You should have known better. He waited until it was 1am to walk back into his office, seeing you work on the papers. Marking and correcting them. Then... He snapped. "Up." He commanded. You'd nervously and Slowly gotten up. He circled the desk and pinned you to it. He shucked you of your boots, your gear, had tossed your tac vest off in a dusty corner and dragged your pants down your legs until you were bare from the waist down. You froze but you let him.. Why? you were mildly attracted to him duhhh. You felt your breath hitch as you watched him undo his belt, fish his cock from his boxers and slap it against your knee. "Such a brat aren't you." you suddenly pinned him onto the desk and straddled his thighs with his dick bumping against your stomach. "Hmmm... What're you doin' Private?, Think ya' in control?" Your eyes wandered down to the sight of his cock, thick, red, hard in his gloved fist as he pressed a thumb to the bulbous, leaking head. You tried to sink down onto his cock only for a single, heavy, black-gloved hand to settle on your thigh.

"Don’t. You. Dare. Move"  You tried to protest, tried to plead with him but Ghost simply ignored you, his eyes roaming over the intel reports that weren’t even fucking relevant to your mission. You tried to sink down onto him again only to smack your ass. "I said don't move, Brat." He finally let you sink down after awhile and FUCK. He was so big inside you, the thick vein running along his shaft molding into your velvety walls. Filling every inch you had to give and even then there was still more of him. It felt like he was making space for himself inside you, stretching and making your thighs ache with pleasure and pain. When you had lifted your hips just enough to relieve at least some pressure Ghost had wordlessly forced you back down, And kept you there, shaking and drooling in pleasure mixed with pain. with a singular thrust of his hips, as devastating as his aim- fast, precise, brutal. He lodged himself deep inside you, making you accidentally let out a moan so loud even Ghost himself jumped.

It’s too much.

You can’t stand it, the stretch of him, the sheer size of him made you ache for more. You grinded down on his pubic bone, trying to get some friction but all he did was grab your hip and stop you. "Uh Uh."

with his hard cock buried deep inside your wet heat but refusing to move, simply content for your heat to keep him warm for what feels like hours. Never once softening, never once going limp inside you. Then you couldnt stay quiet anymore, it was so much but so little at the same time, you needed more but at the same time you didn't want more. "Ghost." You hiccupped, casting your eyes over your shoulder to look up at him pleadingly. "Si-Simon." Ghost just hums, grabbing another report and reading it, keeping his arm around your waist securely and tightly so you wouldn't be able to move or squirm.

You sob.

Ghost finally seems to notice you then, his hand patting your thigh as he keeps you there, and all at once he’s regarding you with the same intensity as the report he has in his opposite hand. "Simon, please." You try again, words babbling now that you have his attention. "P-please, need you to move, it’s so much. You’re so big, c-can feel you in my fucking throat, Simon, please-"

"Bloody keen on talkin’ now, aren’t you." He grumbles at you in that rough, British accent of his, and you're breath hitches at that, entire form rigid like a stick at his words. "Where was that this mornin’, mm?" He FINALLY puts the report down, his arms shifting across your lap as he adjusts you, seated on him. His eyes are watching you from behind the mask, intent and piercing. "Go on then, ask nicely. Then maybe i'll let you cum." He growled, looking down at you. "Please." You try to speak, trying your best to keep your voice steady despite your urge to squirm against him and just take what you want. "Make me cum, Ghost. Please." He groaned as you spoke then finally nodded, letting your hips go. A sudden surge of excitement filled you as you started to ride him, drooling as he hit that sweet spot inside you. "Fucking filthy, annoying, pretty brat." He moaned, bucking his hips up into you making you squeal. "You’re lucky I put up with half the shit you do. Drive me fuckin insane with this tight little hole of yours." All you could do is whine and take the thrusts he gave you, his cock didn't soften for HOURS. after his 6th orgasm [and you're 10th] he finally pulled out, his cock softening. Days later you can see the other soldiers blushing when they look at you and Ghost... they definitely heard you guys... oops.

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