This Is SO Simon Riley Coded

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, vague threesome (f/m/m), vague nipple play, fingering, voyeur!price, alcohol consumption, vague spit kink *not proofread, just pure horny

[why is price drinking such a common thing in my fics good lord im a slut 💀💀]

MINORS DNI!!

there's a flutter in your chest as alejandro drilled his fingers into your sopping hole, laying his palm flat against your clit. you're situated in alejandros lap with your back to his chest. while price is stood across from you, leaning against his desk with a whiskey glass in hand.

alejandro's free hand smoothed up your stomach to your chest, taking your breast into his palm. your hands are holding onto his forearms, your nails leaving crescent imprints on his skin as you squirm and shake in his lap. alejandro groped and squeezed your flesh, laying kisses on the back of your neck.

"you look so pretty, mi vida."

your knees are hooked over his, his legs holding your legs open, keeping your sloppy cunt on full display for price to admire. you can barely focus on anything other than the unbridled pleasure that alejandro inflicts on you. your heart is thumping in your ears as he whispers sweet praises in your ear.

"hmm, messy little thing, aren't you?"

price moves to stand in front of you, tilting your head down to make you watch how alejandros fingers disappear inside you and how much of a wet mess there is in his lap. he moves your head back up, a hand tangling in your hair to keep your head back.

"open."

it's a quick demand as he gives your hair a gentle tug. your mouth easily falls open, watching with glassy eyes as price takes a sip of his drink. he pours the drink into your awaiting mouth, a smirk tugging at his lips when you don't swallow, just hold the liquid as alejandros fingers start to work faster.

"atta girl, love. swallow for me."

there are practically hearts in your eyes as you blindly follow prices words, the whiskey leaving a pleasant burn as it goes down. price holds your neck, fingers squeezing around your throat ever so lightly. your eyes almost roll back into your head as alejandros fingers brush against your g-spot. you can't keep your eyes open as alejandro works you closer to your release, drool pooling at the corner of your lips.

"eyes on your captain, cariño."

the rumble of alejandros voice in your ear is near euphoric as your thighs shake and try to close around his hand. your nails are digging into his arms harder, teetering so gently over the edge. price hums quietly, cupping your cheeks with one hand and squishing them together. your mouth falls open quickly, letting price pour more of his drink into your mouth.

"c'mon sweetheart, make a mess for me."

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄 | 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐱 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠) 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑

Summary: A heated confrontation between Ghost and König occurs just before the takeoff. The colonel tests the boundries of sanity and good taste, when he finds Ghost on a battlefield alone. Displayed for him to take down with a single pull of the trigger.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

A/N: Apologise for the delay as I mentioned I was on vacations and now I'm trying to catch up with the requests. Thanks for your patience! ( ˘ ³˘) Y/C ━ Your Codename Poorly translated German ━ correct me if needed!

Warnings: reader is eastern european coded, desc. of blood/injuries/unalive bodies, smut (very brief desc., slow and gentle sex, p in v, voyeurism)

Word count: 3.7k

YALL I RAN OUT OF KONIG'S GIFS WHAT THE HECK

The armory was bursting at the seams, when many KorTac soldiers came in and out, preparing for the upcoming takeoff. The racks usually filled with rifles were emptied, gear sets laying on the shelfs mostly gone. 

The tall figure of the lieutenant obscured the privates dressed all in black. The yellow light dangling from the ceiling casted a shadow inside of the skull’s eye sockets. Black irises merged with the pupils of his eyes.

Ghost hadn’t put his vest nor the gun holster on yet. He left the room in which he and his lover slept in, then headed straight to the magazine. The man needed to clean his gun and sharpen the knives before the departure. It was a part of his routine, almost becoming a ritual of sorts. A brilliant soldier.

Ghost walked into the narrow alley. To his dismay there was already another person sitting on the metal bench against the wall. But not just simply another person, no. It was him, the king.

König sat with his legs spread open, casually. An assault rifle was held firmly, when his opposite hand cleaned the barrel precisely and slowly. The colonel wasn’t in a rush. Ghost could feel the man's cold, blue eyes following him until the Britishman stopped near one of the shelves with gear. 

Simon took a gun holster in his hand and swiftly wrapped it around his massive thigh. With a quick movement, he secured the strap, before moving to putting on a tactical vest. Everything went according to Ghost’s liking, the cocky Austrian man kept his mouth shut. 

Until he didn’t.

━ Your medic is a treasure, leutnant [ger.: lieutenant]. Would kill to have one this skilled on my team. And equally pretty too. ━ König chuckled under his black hood, his shoulders slightly shaking. Some would say it was a nervous laugh, but Ghost’s experience told him it was not. The colonel had a filthy mouth, that’s all. 

A silence followed his blunt provocations as Ghost kept adjusting the vest’s straps over his jacket. Simon Riley was not easy to provoke with such jokes. However, his mannerism exposed his annoyance a little too much. 

━ You know ━ the colonel continued pushing Simon’s buttons, checking his boundaries. Especially those regarding his girlfriend ━ you should be more careful with spreading such vulnerable pictures like the one you sent me yesterday. 

━ Thought I made it clear she’s off your limits, no? 

The tone of Ghost’s voice was firm and almost menacing, when he reloaded the handgun and put it into the holster. 

━  Nicht wirklich [ger.: Not really] ━ König set aside prepared rifle and leaned over his own thighs, one forearm resting upon his lap. ━ Besides, isn’t your little union… ━ he paused, searching for a descriptive word, circling his wrist in the air ━ prohibited? It would be a pity to destroy a career in the army, ja? 

━ Are you threatening us? 

━ Do you feel threatened?

Ghost turned around to face the cocky bastard, now standing to his full height. Even then, the man with a skull mask kept his emotions in check. He knew better.

━ No.

━ Then it’s clear. ━ The colonel of KorTac said in a calm manner, grabbing the rifle, before slowly heading towards the armory’s exit. He didn’t turn around, not once. ━ I’m actually looking for more of those pictures. 

With a steady pace König left the room, leaving the lieutenant behind. Alone this time. 

The sound of clamped gloves could be heard, man’s veins on his palm popped out. Ghost gritted his teeth silently, trying to ignore that bloody moron. Lieutenant knew perfectly well that you were his. Only Simon could touch you, kiss you, protect you. But something about the Austrian man not giving up made him annoyed. 

Especially because he was just fucking around with Simon, pushing him, testing his limits, joking about his girl. 

It was you. You were Ghost’s weak point and König abused that recognition. 

The knowledge that if the mission went smoothly, the Task Force would pack up and move was reassuring. So therefore Ghost would do everything in his power to make it happen. He wanted to leave Austria as soon as possible. 

Not so long after the encounter in the magazine, the two cooperative groups were loading into the off-road, military cars resembling a van. They were really spacious. 

When Ghost left the building of KorTac base and his eyes got used to the sunlight, he managed to locate you near one of the vans alongside… well, Colonel König. You were casually talking with him. 

Gaz couldn’t go with you this time, even though he insisted he would be fine, he just got a little burnt here and there, that’s all. But Captain Price wasn’t having it and gave Kyle Garrick an order to stay in the hospital wing for that day. 

You didn’t like the sight of fresh wounds forming on Gaz’s skin – burns were quite serious injuries, even blisters popping out. Perhaps the scars were not life threatening and won’t stay forever, but he had to give it a rest. He would heal eventually. 

The lieutenant would rather have Gaz or Soap jumping around you than this stubborn Austrian man, who happened to behave or think… quite indecent. 

Simon Riley knew how some men are and it wasn’t really hard to deduce what kind of man König was. If he only got the chance, he would lay his sticky hands all over you. Ghost couldn’t let it happen. 

By the time the man with the skull mask approached the vehicle, you were already sitting on the bench next to him. God, why were you so casual about the colonel? The Britishman’s blood was on the edge of boiling.

“Fuckin’ hell”, he thought to himself. 

━ How’s your leg, sir? ━ You asked, continuing a chit chat. All of the memories of last night’s ambush came back, your body shuffling in one place, trying to adjust in a tight space of the van. 

━ Wunderbar [ger.: Wonderful]. Such skillful hands make wonders, Y/C. 

The Austrian man was towering over you even in the sitting position. He was indeed a giant. König’s legs were far too close to yours, trying to to rub against Riley’s girlfriend. 

That motherfucker was bold. 

With a loud thud of his steps Ghost got in the van and walked all the way to the talking duet. He forced his way between the colonel and his teammate. Ghost sat letting out a loud sigh.

━ Thought you’re stayin’ with Gaz. ━ The grumpy lieutenant said, his dark eyes looking directly at you, completely ignoring the presence of a man on his right. 

At this time, Simon felt an urge to place his gloved hand over your thigh – to feel your flesh, your heat, just that you’re real and his. A simple act of tenderness that he had to suppress. For now. 

━ Negative. Captain’s orders.

You explained to Ghost that you were not supposed to go into the battlefield that day. Well, not directly at least. Every pair of medic hands would be useful after the mission has ended. The KorTac and Task Force had a stronghold to conquer. It was a tough one. 

Tougher than they estimated at the very beginning. 

And even though some would feel anxious with taking their loved ones to such dangerous places, Ghost knew you could handle it. You were a tough woman after all, not some fragile porcelain doll. 

━ How copy?

One of his colleagues’ voices resounded from the radio on his broad shoulder.

━ Almost there. 

König moved swiftly, yet quietly along the staircase leading to the rooftop. He heard clearly the sounds of machine guns and the yelping of dying soldiers nearby. The colonel moved smoothly in the darkness of the night, his black hood blending within the surroundings. 

He was so intoxicated with the smell of gore, he didn’t even feel the pulsating pain, radiating from his freshly sewed wound. A little reminder of someone. 

When he leaned over the corner of the hallway, he managed to take down three of the enemy's troopers, putting holes in their vulnerable necks, blood splashing around. König acted fast and effectively. 

The Austrian man finally reached the rooftop and noticed the laid out sniper’s rifle and a bloodied corpse near the station. It looked like someone took the previous sniper by surprise and ended his miserable life.  

Man with a covered face clicked with his tongue, disappointed. König made sure the area was safe for him to take the position, checking the other rooftops. He set aside his own rifle and laid down on the gravel ground. 

━ In a position. Any other problems? ━ The colonel checked in the radio channel, waiting for the soldier’s confirmation. 

━ No, sir. 

━ Gut [ger.: Good]. Over and out. 

König crawled closer over the rough texture beneath him and positioned himself near the rifle’s scope (and the still warm corpse). He had a perfect observing spot for the whole accommodation. 

Turning the weapon gently he took a look over the main building’s third floor – he saw KorTac soldiers making their way to the ground floor after checking for the potential hiding spots of their enemy.

All of the shootings were dying out. 

Then, moving to the smaller structure nearby, König noticed Captain Price securing the target in one of the rooms. Few seconds later an announcement echoed in his earpiece, breaking the short lasting silence.

━ This is Bravo 0-6, target secured. I repeat, target secured. 

━ Kinderspiel [ger.: Piece of cake]. ━ Colonel smirked under his hood.

He decided to stay at the sniper’s position for a little longer, making sure that the area was safe to move around with a captured target. König moved the rifle’s scope towards the courtyard in the middle of the buildings. For a moment he couldn’t believe he was so lucky. 

There he was – a ghost surrounded by the enemy, cornered at the square. All alone.

König pointed the cross to the man’s chest. If only the Austrian soldier pulled the trigger on the sniper rifle, he would eliminate the obstacle standing between him and his latest obsession. 

But was he actually capable of doing it? 

The thought alone of you crying in König’s arms, mourning your lover, sent shivers down his spine. His heart skipped a beat and his blood ran cold. Could he really make you suffer this much? At the end of the day, he was a heartless executioner. 

The colonel inhaled through his teeth, trying not to move in the slightest and cleared his head. He pointed the rifle at his current target and held his breath in. 

Steady. 

In a matter of seconds, everything went so silent, he was able to hear the owl in the nearest forest. 

Until there was a gunshot, scaring the birds away from the tree crowns. König pulled the trigger. And then another time.

The hired mercenary incoming from Ghost’s left collapsed onto the tile floor with a thud. 

The colonel shifted the aim and hit the other two men coming out from the building, securing a lieutenant of TF 141. He observed through the little glass piece, how Ghost stabbed his opponent with a knife and then swiftly turned around to throw another one to the enemy guard.

When the area was cleansed, König swore that for a brief moment Ghost soul-consuming eyes were locked on him. Or at the sniper position at least.

He knew.

Needless to say, the man with a black hood liked to poke the bear with a stick, curiously waiting to find out – what would the bear do. Because at the end of the day, there was no one that could defeat the king. 

Was he a depraved, rotten to the bone’s marrow person? No, natürlich [ger.: naturally]. A little twisted, but not a psychopath. Therefore he could not damage nor terminate the lieutenant from Great Britain. As far as his weird fascination with you went, he would not want to make you suffer by murdering your lover, ja?

When all of the enemies were gone (one way or another – by greeting the reaper or running away) the team gathered in the meeting point, a few klicks away from the fortress they just stormed. A couple of helos landed on the forest grounds.

From one of which you walked out.

━ Everyone in one piece? ━ You jokingly said, acknowledging most of the team being unharmed. 

━ Apart from the Austrian bastards bitin’ the dust, we’re more than good. ━ Price told you, placing one of him palms over your shoulder. Only then he noticed the presence of KorTac colonel and apologized quickly. ━ No offense.

━ None taken, Captain. What is important is that we’ve a target in custody. Gute arbeit. 

König slowly moved past the three Task Force operators and went inside of the helicopter. Side by side with other KorTac soldiers. One in particular patted the colonel's back. The operator had a patch with callsign “Horangi”. 

They seemed to be good friends. 

━ The fuck he just said? ━ Ghost seemed to be a bit offended that he didn’t understand what König said in his native language. 

━ Good job. ━ You explained, eyes following the gigantic man who taught you this phrase. 

The voyages by helos were definitely not your favorite. Sudden changes of pressure, turbulence and the dim lighting – it all made you so sleepy. Normally, if the flight was less crowded, you’d lay your head on Ghost’s shoulder and let yourself slightly drift off. 

Hilariously not professional of you, but hey – since childhood you were able to fall asleep almost everywhere: in a bus, standing, half sitting, on bloody weddings even. And then, when woken up, you immediately came back “to the living”. 

Thank God the flight back to the base wasn’t long and you didn’t take a nap in front of so many professionals.

Although not many soldiers needed medical attention, you went straight to the infirmary, while rolling the sleeves of your shirt up. Most of them needed to get their scratches cleaned. A piece of cake, right?

Well, not so easy nor calming with hyped up Gaz talking all the time behind your shoulder, playfully asking about the operation. The pain relieving medication was still in his bloodstream, providing him with too much energy. Really, he should have been asleep by now.

“Gosh, did they inject him with dosage for a horse?”, you wondered. 

Normally, you liked him talking. You were a good listener and Kyle could talk to you for hours as you sat there in silence, taking every story he came up with. 

But sometimes, after the long lasting missions you needed to clear your head. To ease the constantly running thoughts and just… calm down. And today was that day. You needed silence, but didn’t have enough resolution to tell your teammate to politely shut up. 

So he kept bothering you, while you took care of the soldiers.

Captain was on a call with Laswell and Shepherd, meanwhile Ghost put the captured target in confinement. At least until the Golden Eagle decides what to do next with the man responsible for the latest terrorism in Austria. 

Task Force 141 job was done, all that was left were formalities. 

When you finally left the infirmary’s cleaned station and said your goodnights with Gaz, you returned to the room you and Ghost were sleeping in. Well, technically it was his room, but no one dared to check if the lieutenant was sleeping there alone. 

It was still better than sleeping in barracks. 

You weren’t surprised when you found the dormitory empty with no trace of your boyfriend there. He had to be busy. The vision of a warm shower was tempting, especially that probably most if not all of the other operatives were sleeping soundly by now. 

You left everything that wasn’t necessary in “the dorm” and headed through the narrow hallways, your mind already imagining the streams of clear water running down your skin. 

But the lit lamp in the common room on your right caught your attention. There shouldn’t be anyone there by this time.

You took a curious look through the door frame and saw the bulky man hunched over the paper splayed on the table.

━ Simon? What are you doing? ━ A simple question left your mouth as you entered the small room and left the doors slightly opened. Not on purpose, of course. It was a habit. A bad one. 

━ Price dozed off after the call. Someone has to fill those papers. Fuckin’ ol’ man. 

Ghost smirked under his balaclava and solid mask, when he stood up from the chair and moved towards his girlfriend. The two of you met halfway. 

━ And he can’t do this in the morning?

━ We’re leavin’ by then ━ he stepped closer, his figure towering over you. By now, the lieutenant has taken off his gear too. When he placed his palms on your hips, a quiet laugh slipped through your lips. ━ What’s so funny? 

━ You’re kind of old too.

━ Yeah? You think so? ━ Ghost teased you softly, before rapidly grabbing a firm hold onto your thighs, his bare hand squeezing the flesh just under your ass. Only a thin layer of clothes separated his coarse digits and your smooth skin. 

With a quick lift, he hoisted you over his hips and came closer to the wall behind you. When your body was squeezed between your lieutenant and the wall, you caressed Ghost’s biceps and shoulders, soothing his muscles after a long day. 

━ You think an ol’ man can do this? 

He asked you, before burying his now exposed jaw into your neck, placing light kisses. Ghost’s movements followed the tendon up, licking a stripe with his warm tongue from time to time. 

━ Fuck, Simon… ━ You practically whimpered, when he latched onto sweet spot on your neck. ━ Not here.

━ We’re alone, they’re all sleepin’, luv ━ Simon tried to reassure you, starting to work on undoing your zipper and button. ━ Come on, you’re so fuckin’ tensed. 

He let you slide down the wall to stand by your own strength, it was easier to slip your trousers down this way. 

That night you let him do all the work. Not like you had much to do, he was just faster than you. Eager, longing for intimacy. 

Ghost slid down the hem of your trousers and underwear down, just a little and lifted you up by the wall again. But this time, you could clearly feel his hardening member underneath your own crotch.

Your cheeks were flustered and heart pounding fast. The closeness with Simon Riley made you excited every time you were this exposed to each other.   

His hand sneaked down to release himself from his confinements, brown eyes kept on you and your beautiful features. Always. 

Ghost’s left hand was grippind the plush of your thigh firmly, almost like he was holding onto his own dear life. Meanwhile, while Simon was unbuckling his belt and cargo pants, you snuck the hand under the black balaclava and brushed through his blonde hair. The tough man groaned into your face. He fucking loved when you played with his hair.

And vice versa. 

You smacked your lips against his scarred ones, moments before he finally pushed himself into you, causing his precious girlfriend to moan straight into his mouth. 

A sudden wave of heat overflowed your muscles, making you almost limp in his hold. Your arms entangled around his shoulders, when he kept rocking you upwards. 

Ghost held you firmly by your thighs wrapped around his waist, bucking his hips into you in a steady rhythm. He wasn’t rushing anywhere, the lieutenant had a fucking eternity if needed to spend with you. 

The pleasant feeling of your body around him and the sound of your voice was all he needed after such an intense mission. It was the best type of treatment for his wounds – the physical and emotional ones. He knew this from the experience. 

You were his remedy. The cure.

━ Oh, Simon ━ you sweetly muttered, resting your burning hot cheek against his broad shoulder. ━ Like this. Please.

How could he deny this pretty request? 

Ghost kept lulling you into the dreamy state, bouncing you on his length. When you managed to keep your eyes open, you remembered the slight gap you left between the doors and its frame. 

It didn’t matter at the time, as you were keeping it fairly quiet. Only soft whimpers and a few guttural moans from time to time left the lovers’ lips.

━ There you go ━ Simon whispered next to your ear in a praising manner ━ all better, yeah? 

He was right and you nodded with your head, rubbing against Simon’s clothes. You finally managed to relax.

And when your glossy eyes opened again, facing those opened doors, you saw the colonel peeping at the two of you. His black hood with bleached stripes were distinct in the lighting of the room. 

He wasn’t even trying to be sneaky about it. The Austrian man was halfway standing in the common room and devouring the show you two put for him. Only his growing bulge made him uncomfortable with his own pants. 

König’s gaze drilled into your vulnerable form and all strength you had left, was to stare at him in this dreamy fucked out state, your boyfriend put you in. 

Your body was held by Ghost against a wall, securely. Limbs going numb from pleasure, tears of joy gathering in the corners of your eyes, under the fluttering eyelashes. 

And all you could do was just clinging to Simon’s strong arm.

You considered a version of events, where all of this was only a hallucination. That the colonel wasn’t really there, standing in the doorframe. God, at least he wasn’t doing anything indecent. 

But if this was all true, if König was watching you two fuck, it was the most beautiful day in his pathetic life.

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simon who offers you his lap to sit in when there’s not enough chairs at the bar the lot of you are at.

simon whose hand is placed on your lower back to ‘make sure you don’t fall back’.

simon who notices you aren’t focusing on soaps storytelling because you can feel his hand as he slides it closer to your ass.

simon who follows you when you quickly excuse yourself to the washroom.

simon who sits you on the sink and slowly slides his hand up your thigh, moving the fabric of your dress up.

simon who eats you out right there while you tug at his hair and squeeze his head between your thighs but he’s not one to complain, especially when he loves it.

simon who says he isn’t hungry when the squad orders food because he “had something better earlier”.

biker!Ghost 4 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5 , 4

Fake It 'til You Make It

Your face turns beet red the first time you hear Soap make a familiar over-the-top moan. He finds it hilarious how obviously you were faking it last night with your one night stand. When you see Ghost roll his eyes up like he's cumming and moan, you realize that everyone heard you.

"I'm sorry, ok? I didn't realize how loud I was."

"Lord above, if that moan was real, then I'm a girl scout. That was the fakest sex I've ever heard."

You wince, but shoot back, "Well, it was worse than usual. Not like I should have expected different anyway. Haven't found a guy yet who cares enough to finish the job." The last comes out under your breath, and you storm away, feeling emotional suddenly.

The men exchange looks as if to say, "well, fuck." Holding their hands up, they duel for it and Ghost wins. He is surprised when both he and Soap stand up to catch up to you.

"Ya won, mate. I'll chase 'er down."

"I thought we were seein' who got ta go after 'er."

"Oh. By all means. Ain't a conversation I'm keen on."

Ghost hurries to the door of your quarters, knocking lightly. "Luv?"

You answer, hastily scrubbing tears off your face. "What do you want, Ghost? Come here to tease me some more?"

He shakes his head and, in his straightforward fashion, responds, "No, Luv. Come to see if you'll show me what you look like cummin' on my cock, tongue, fingers, whatever." His blunt words stun you silent, but the gush of wetness you feel in your panties has the decision made in moments. Mutely, you nod and step aside for him to enter. His huge body presses against yours, making you back up more and he slams and locks the door. "Good girl. Let's get you a little more comfortable." The smirk under his mask is unmistakable and has you pressing against him excitedly.

It's nearly an hour later when Captain Price comes storming down the hall into the rec room. "What are you doing watching porn in here?!" 

"Not porn, sir. Just the telly."

"Then what the hell is that noise?"

"Ghost has reached his mission objective, sounds like." Just then, he hears "Simon" screamed among the sounds filtering through the walls.

"What was his objective, Sergeant?"

"You don't want to know, Captain. But I recommend granting off-base housing asap if you want any sleep."

I would give anything to know Ghost’s inner monologue during any part of the last fic you posted. Is he purposefully getting into her space at the beginning (because we all know Ghost is too aware of his body and his trauma to accidentally touch anyone, let along have his entire side against them)? When he walks in does he just blue-screen, is that why he doesn’t immediately leave? What is he thinking when he sees our wet cunt still stuffed? When he finds out no one has touched us that way, or made us cum? When we want him to fuck us so badly we beg him to do it raw? Does his heart break a little when he heard us say we thought he left us, while we were so vulnerable and still dirty? Is he also freaking out about the fraternization stuff, or has he decided that we are his in the same way that he is ours, and Price will just have to cover up another damn thing for his team?

yes to all of this

(a little drabble part 2 to this)

Ghost has a little habit, when you're concerned. He's usually hyper-aware of his body and his limbs and where he's touching, what's around and beside and behind him. His skin itches sometimes when he's touched without warning, though he always hides his reactions. But with you... he's not so careful. He lets his legs spread, his arms stretch, lets himself crowd into your space. There's something intoxicating about the way that you let him, the way you never lean away from him. You're just so soft, so warm, always letting him infringe on your space with a sweet little smile as though you're happy to see him. You're one of the rare people who are happy to see him, and it makes something uncomfortably warm wriggle in his belly.

So yeah, he leans into you when he sits next you in the rec room. It's mostly muscle memory, because you've never minded before. But today, you're a little tense. Ghost knows you, knows you well. He can see the way your spine is a little stiff, the way your eyes are a little glassy as you stare off into the distance. You look a little... ruffled. Ghost watches you carefully out of the corner of his eye, probes a little, but backs off when you dance around his question. He's knows boundaries well, and he won't push yours. Even if he thinks it's... strange that you leave so quickly, eyes averted.

Finding your phone wedged into the seat after you left was like an opportunity. Simon Riley has never had much, he's always made do, and yet he's admittedly greedy when it comes to you. He's not often a selfish man - he's never had enough to be selfish about - and yet he's hungry for your time, your smiles, your touch. And you're always so generous with yourself, so he doesn't second-guess his decision to follow you down the hall to your quarters. He's never been there before, and he wants to see your space, hungry for any shred of you he can get.

He should have knocked. It was rude not to. But he's so, so fucking glad he didn't.

He's a little rough when he opens your door, a little too eager to get into the room and see your pretty grateful smile when he gives you your phone back. But when he gets that door open, sees the sight of you on your back among your sheets, legs spread, head back, eyes fluttered closed, his mind goes fucking blank.

He watches you scramble, watches the mortification flash across your face as you attempt to shut your adorable little pink vibrator off as you shut your legs, depriving him of the prettiest view he's ever seen. Ghost is not a man with a weakness for pretty things, but it seems only natural that you're the exception, you and your pretty wet puffy pussy.

He hardly even knows what happens, his fingers and toes numb and his attention narrowed down to you, only you. Before he knows it, he's sitting on your bed, feeling enormous and ungainly next to you as you stare up at him. He reaches out, his big hands scarred and ugly against your pretty skin when he holds your vibrator, his blood buzzing at the thought that this had been inside you mere moments ago.

He never thought he'd be envious of a piece of fucking plastic, but here he is. A big man, a deadly soldier, reduced to a fool at your bedside. And yet, you don't even seem to notice. You're so good, so sweet, parting your legs when he asks you to and letting him look.

He asks you to finish. It's bold, and stupid, and greedy. He wants to see you come - he already knows it'll be the prettiest thing he's ever seen, that it'll be seared in his mind forever. In this moment, he thinks he'd do anything just to watch your eyes roll back, your face go slack, to hear the pretty little noises he knows you'll make.

It escalates faster than he could have imagined. Such a sweet thing, laying back and showing him how you use your vibrator. And he watches eagerly, his breath catching at the realisation that this is how you play with yourself when you're alone. You're clumsy about it, which is absolutely adorable.

But then you make a confession, and Ghost thinks he might be spiralling. You've never been touched, never been fucked, never come. It feels like an outrage. He thinks of how tense you'd been earlier, shifting beside him in your blue jeans, and he just thinks... what the fuck? Prettiest girl he's ever seen, and you don't even know how to touch your own cunt properly? He wants to show you, more than anything he's ever wanted before. Greedy. You make him so greedy.

"Let me try."

He's between your legs before he even knows how he got there, pulling your stupid little vibrator out so he can replace it with his fingers. And if he thought he was greedy, he soon finds that he's well-matched when it comes to you. You're just as eager, just as hungry. Spreading your legs and whimpering, all those sweet, sweet noises that spill out of your mouth, just like he knew they would.

You have the prettiest cunt he's ever seen. Pretty, slick, swollen, just as hungry as the rest of you. He alternates between his fingers and his mouth and your little dildo, a little drunk on your taste and your soft thighs when they squeeze around his head. He kisses you too, because he can't help himself. Greedy.

He's never been a chatty man, but his cock is so hard now and he knows his mouth is running. He can't help himself. Your salty-sweet slick on his tongue has loosened it; he barely even knows what he's saying, or what he's promising, but by god he's going to live up to it.

Then, your lovely sweet voice, all breathless and pitchy, asking “Can I try yours?”

Not only that, you beg. You plead with him to fuck you, to do it raw, as if he was ever going to say no. As if he'd ever be strong enough to say no. He can hardly handle hearing you beg like that; he feels as though he's going to blow before he even gets his cock inside you.

In his wildest dreams, he never imagined you so needy. You writhe, you're soaked, you make the most heart-stopping little noises deep in your throat when he presses inside. You're so hot and wet and tight that it feels as though you're about to squeeze his cock right off, and he tries so hard to feed it to you slow, to give you time to take him. You're so good, taking him even though you struggle a little. He's not a small man, certainly not an easy man to take inside of you for your very first time, but it's a testament to how slick and eager you are that he slides in with minimal effort.

After that, he loses himself. Hardly even knows what's he's doing, working based on pure instinct, filling and fucking you until he's losing his breath. God, you're beautiful, and he clenches his jaw hard to bite back his orgasm - he has to focus on you, only you while the tears are streaming down your pretty face as you gasp and cry for him.

He can see your orgasm creeping up on you before you recognise it yourself. When it hits you, it's a whole body event. Your back arches, legs spasm, stomach trembles, eyes roll back. Your cunt clenches down so fucking tight that it's a little bit painful. Simon doesn't dare blink - he's never going to fucking forget this. Your very first orgasm, and you're experiencing it on the end of his cock.

He loses it a little after that, his thoughts fizzing and slipping from his grasp as he loses his coordination. By the time he comes inside of you, cock throbbing and skin tightening, he's already decided that he's going to have to make you come again. Once isn't enough, not for someone as hungry as him. Or you.

He thinks he might have fucked you stupid. Your eyelids are fluttering and your lips are parted, but you're a little bit dead to the world. It's cute. He feels his pride swell, smug at the thought that he's fucked you so good that he's sent you reeling off into dreamworld.

He leaves, only for a moment, unable to be away from you for too long. He just wants to get a cloth, something to wipe you off with to make you all clean and fresh again. You're already awake when he comes back, though you're still hazy and clumsy and all teary-eyed.

He's happy to wipe you clean, despite your quiet mewling complaints, and then he hauls himself into your bed just so he can curve his big-ass body around your smaller one, relishing your sweet softness. God, he's wanted to hold you like this forever, but he's still a little nervous about hurting you. Killing and maiming and hurting have been the only things he's been really good at his whole life, and he's irrationally fearful of moving wrong and hurting you, even after the sex. Or maybe especially after the sex.

He can see your brow crease, the uncertainty in your eyes. He realises you're probably a little uncertain about where you stand with him, or what this is. That's fair. Simon has never been the most demonstrative man, but he's also been the type to cling on like a tick to the things he values, the things he wants to keep safe. He holds you, checking his strength, proud to be able to keep you safe in his arms.

He's going to make sure that you don't worry about it either. Your hair smells sweet, your skin is so warm, and your ass is so soft where it's pressed against his crotch. He's reaching for you before he can think about it, and his heart pulses hard when you spread your legs for him so easily. God, he's gonna ruin you. Just like he promised.

I'm acc clinging on the scraps of valeria content on ur account I need moreee ahhhh. Imma re-request valeria teacher fic bcs i need to tell you how important it is to me 😭🙇‍♀️

Miss Garza Imagines!!

Valeria Garza x fem!reader

Warnings: Teacher x student relationship (obvs), lots of smooches, mentions of eating out, strap-on sex, talk of jealousy and implied age gap.

Rating: Fluffy smut with some angst wedged inbetween but overall her being so sweet and hot

Notes: Im back and better than ever!!! I don't think you all understand the sheer amount of you fuckers asking me for more teacher Valeria. I swear there's like 8 of yall but I'm here to feed your obessesions! i love her sm :((

mwah x

♡ - Miss Garza who never fails to drag you into her classroom before you leave, whispering in your ear in that sultry tone that she adores to use how adorable that new necklace looks on you. That same necklace she bought you thats in the shape of a simple gold heart thats adorned so sweetly between the valley of your chest, the back of it engraved with a simple initial, V.

♡ - Miss Garza who leaves a stamp of her perfectly shaped lips on every assignment you turn in. The kiss mark is always a shade of dark rouge that usually matches the very same one you had smeared over your thighs the night before.

♡ - Miss Garza who persistently insists that you should come to summer school! That summer school being her lavish mansion and the work being the two of you wrapped up in her silk sheets. Accompanied by the sweet sounds of your moans and whimpers as she pushes her strap further and further inside of you.

"Oh don't worry, I know you can take it."

"Such a good girl for me, I told you that you could handle it. Didn't i?"

♡ - Miss Garza who brings you breakfast every morning to assure that her favourite student is full of nutrients for her after-class session with her. She usually bakes her own perfectly sweet pastries for her some how even sweeter girl.

♡ - Miss Garza who always takes you to the most lavish and expensive restaurants. She always tells you that nothing is off of limits and that shocked little expression painted on your face, as you step out of the car, just makes every penny worth it. She always assures that your atleast two towns over. She doesn't want those jealous, scum-bag esque ex-boyfriends finding out and ruining it all for you both.

♡ - Miss Garza who places you perfectly still in her lap as she's marking all those ,in her words, stupid papers. She keeps a hand on your thigh as she's doing so and places chaste kisses on your cheek every now and then. She assures you that she knows that it's boring yet it'll all be worth it when she's finished...

♡ - Miss Garza who rewards you graciously after you present her with an award-winning essay. She never even tells you that you've well, not even a word is uttered. She just beckons you over to her car; the back seat already pushed down and adorned with soft blankets.

She always goes so gentle on nights like those, her soft kisses are paired with even softer words of praise trailing up your thighs. Almost as if she pushed any harder you'd break. She practically pushes you down onto her face if you protest. She couldn't care less about apparently 'suffocating'.

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biker!Ghost 3 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5 , 4

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, threesome (f/m/m), strength kink, fingering, one use of daddy, double penetration, praise, nipple play, marking, creampies *not proofread, just pure horny

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MINORS DNI!!

graves always started shit. it was as if being an idiot and picking fights with alejandro was his favourite pastime. if you had a dollar for every second you spend watching the two of them bicker, you'd have a few hundred dollars but that isn't to say that it isn't attractive.

the way their jaws clench, they stand up straighter, get in each other's faces, and all but snarl at one another. it was like watching two wolves try to intimidate each other. you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your heart pound and your mind race. seeing two men with so much power and authority at their fingertips, glaring at one another and not letting you or the other out of their sight.

but have you ever seen two people so drastically different yet so alike they eventually agree on something?

you. it's you, sweetheart. that something, is you.

it was easy to agree on you. your every small movement and gesture was nearly engraved in their minds. they both knew they ogled you but neither of them made a move. whether it was because of the unprofessionalism or the deep-rooted fear of rejection no one knows.

but the silence on their end only worked to make you frustrated. so you upped the antics and took the harmless flirting up a notch. flirty smiles, lingering eye contact with hooded eyes, cooing out soft praises, feather-like lingering touches, all the while making sure to do it when the other is nearby.

their patience was wearing thin. you truly knew just how to poke and prod to get the reactions you wanted out of them, don't you?

but everyone has a breaking point, right?

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"oh mi querida, don't back out on us now." the years of military training are truly shining through as alejandro holds you up easily by the backs of your thighs. he lightly bounces you on his cock, that twitches as graves slid his fingers in alongside it.

"look at you, doing such a good job." graves can't take his eyes off the way your messy cunt gushed and clenched, leaving his fingers and alejandro's cock slick and glistening under the warm lighting of the room.

you can barely hear your own thoughts as graves worked your sticky cunt open. alejandro's nails are digging into your skin as you tighten around him and as graves' fingers brush against him. graves felt the way alejandro's cock twitched, looking at him over your shoulder. graves drags a finger up and down on either side of alejandro's cock, a smirk tugs at his lips as he looked at him over your shoulder.

even when they're having their way with you, they're still trying to provoke each other. alejandro bounces you up, adjusting his grip on your thighs. the quick bounce plunges alejandro's cock deep, his tip brushing faintly against your g-spot. you let out a staggered breath, your eyes fluttering as your cunt pulsed. you're getting impatient as the two men kept up their petty rivalry. tears are welling in your eyes as graves is unintentionally edging you.

"please daddy..." both of them go still, their eyes snapping to you as you whine and sputter. you take hold of graves' wrist and push his fingers in deeper. "go on then, you heard the lady." graves cursed under his breath as he carefully pushed in alongside alejandro. there's a satisfying burn as alejandro and graves rubbed deliciously against your velvety walls.

"there we go baby, just like that." graves' hands are on the sides of your ass, groping as he slowly rocks his hips. it feels like the air was sucked out of your lungs as they both started moving at different times. alejandro nips and sucks dark blooming marks into your neck, while graves trails kisses down your chest to take your puffed nipples in his mouth.

your senses are on overload as your hips twitch with each heavy taunt of their hips. they're touching all over you, clouding your mind in the best way possible. your hands grab at any part of graves' forearms, trying to find any way to ground yourself as they both steadily pick up their paces.

"taking us so well, sugar." graves pulls away from your chest, his breathing laboured as he trails a hand up your thigh to nudge his thumb against your clit. your back arches as much as it can in your current position, making you lean your head back against alejandro's shoulder. "mierda, you feel so good." your face heats up as they both coo out praises and touch you in all the right places.

the dark look in alejandro's eyes sends a shiver down graves' spine, making his hips buck into you even faster. alejandro smirks against your neck as he peers over at graves, watching intently as he falls apart in front of him. the intense and looming gaze from alejandro and your cock drunk and fucked out expression doesn't make it easy on him. "oh fuck, I'm not gonna last."

alejandro took this chance to poke at graves a bit more. "yea? coming already? so soon?" graves lets out a breathy whine, trying to keep his hips stable. the low rumble of alejandro's voice made your body tremble, his accent mellowing his words as he spoke. both you and graves fell prey to alejandro. the suave of his tone, the way he prided in himself, the way he always gets what he wants.

"ale-" you're mindlessly calling out to him and anyone that's willing to listen. you're being strung out so tightly, you feel like you're going to snap. graves rubs tight circles into your clit, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tries to hold himself together while you clench and pulse around them. you're quivering in their hold, in near tears as your orgasm rips through you. your nails are digging into graves' forearms, as you lean back further into alejandro.

"there we go, mi vida. just like that." graves follows along as the guttural groans from alejandro have his head spinning. alejandro scoffs and throws an amused smirk at graves as he watches the man shake and feels his hips stutter. there's an overwhelming feeling of warmth that floods you, leaving a sticky, white mess between your thighs. graves stills as he slowly and carefully pulls out, his cock twitching as he watches the mix of his and alejandro's seed mix together and leaks out of you.

graves gathers what he can of the white mess and gently fingers it back into your still pulsing hole. "I think you can handle another, right?" alejandro knows graves is planning something, there's an underlying tone in his voice. "or is coronel vargas too tired?"

oh, so that's what he's doing. provoking alejandro. again. at least this time around, you can't focus on their words as alejandro's grip tightens on you and his eyes glaze over as he glares at graves. you can already tell you'll be sore and bruised in the morning but right now all you can focus on is how easily alejandro and graves slip back into your warm, wet walls.

this was gonna be an extra long night.

HI OMG I LOVE UR WRITING!! Can i have something with Alejandro and a LOTTT nipple/ breast play??? please quench my thirst

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x fem! Reader

Warnings: mdni, breast play, tiddy sucking, titjob

A/n : god I LOVE tits and I love writing about tits. Show me your tits if you like tits too 😤

Whenever you asked your husband what he loved the most about your body he’d always offer you one of the softest smiles, strong arms enclosing around your way smaller frame in tight embrace. Alejandro then would pressed his lips against your temple, leaving a chaste peck right on your hairline, before murmuring softly:

- Your eyes, cariño.

Bullshit.

Your tits. Your tits have always been the centre of Alejandro’s attention, his eyes gluing to your chest even when it’s enclosed in and hidden by numerous layers of clothing. The sight of your erected nipples never fails to spawn in his mind during nearly every meeting he has with his soldiers on the base, his mind playing a bad joke on Alejandro, recalling how majestically they feel filling his mouth.

It’s easier to name all the times when Alejandro’s hands are not on your tits, calloused fingers squeezing soft pudge of them gently, rough pads of his index fingers barely hovering over your hardened buds in light circles, sending shocks of mild pleasure surging down your body, seeping into cotton of your panties.

Sucking on your tits is literally Alejandro’s favourite hobby. He’s ready to spend the rest of his life with his head tucked under your his shirt, mouth full of your breasts, suckling and nibbling softly, all warm and cozy cuddled up against you. His short stubble prickling soft skin of your upper body, causing you to whine and complain endlessly a few hours afterwards; Alejandro would just coo a soft apology (which is not earnest btw), this only giving him another reason to claw at your chest some more under the guise of applying soothing creme to aching areas.

And the moment you suggested t to give him a titjob? Alejandro is dead already, soul in heaven and dick standing as tall and proud as it could’ve possibly been, leaking precum down thick throbbing shaft. Gurl, he’s nutting the moment he feels the fat of your tits enclosing around his pulsating dick, the only part visible is his brown tip being smothered with absolute softness of your body. That’s probably the first times you’ve ever heard him whine, not groan and hiss like usual, whine like a bitch in heat, so pathetic and greedy for pleasure.

Overall Alejandro is a cheeky bastard, not ashamed of grabbing a handful of your tiddies even in front of friends and family, his bold and playful behaviour just making others chuckle lightheadedly. But even despite his obnoxious obsession with your girls it’s your personality that Vargas loves the most, and only then - your tits<3

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