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We need a Ghost who *doesn’t* like the “Si” nickname for once and demands he be called Simon, in full, while he’s inside🥵
ooooo👀
you're mewling and moaning under him, scratching up his back while hes pounding you into oblivion, legs pressed tightly to his sides while his hands hold your hips down!!
you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, sobbing softly. "si, 'm gonna cum-"
but he stops in his tracks, grabbing your chin. "My name's not fucking 'Si', its Simon..." he growls, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust, making you cry out and nod. "Say it."
" 'm sorry Simon! please, let me cum!" he just smiles and finally resumes his breath taking pace until you cum all over his cock.
The way that this is EXACTLY how Simon Riley looks like to me.
This was… wow. I could feel the tension!! Amazing work 💕💕
A Deeper Hunger
Author: @deadbranch Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!Reader Summary: Everything is perfect in your relationship with Simon, but you’d like to try something new—something that feels…dangerous. Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+ MDNI, suggestive language, discussion of consensual non-consent, somewhat graphic descriptions of sexual acts including unprotected p in v sex A/N: I wanted to write something different. Enjoy.
SIMON RILEY MASTERLIST
A DEEPER HUNGER
You were introduced months ago. You snickered at his name.
Ghost.
When he turned around, his eyes immediately went to your mouth, then your eyes.
For half a second, you were ashamed for having laughed.
You’ll never forget the visceral reaction in your lower half the moment your eyes met. It felt like an electric eel was wrapped around your lower spine, ripping, tingling, threatening to embarrass you with a moan at the smallest provocation.
“Simon, when I’m off the clock. Just call me Simon.”
Smiling, you nod, concerned that anything more at the moment would result in stumbling over your own thoughts. If he didn’t seem so kind—warm—you’d have been upset at your unusual loss for words.
As the night wore on and the partygoers came and went, you became inseparable. It’s as though the rest of the world fell away. You talked as though you’d never run out of things to say, and you don’t.
By the end of the night, you decided to take him home.
You’ve been together every day since.
Over dinner, Simon says he loves you for perhaps the thousandth time. You never tire of hearing it, but you wonder if he ever does.
At your core, you know you love each other. But repetition and the passage of time only dull the edges of doubt.
As you gaze at his mouth and then his eyes, you recall when he told you he felt similar insecurities at times.
It’s funny how something like that can sound so ludicrous, but then feel so real when it’s in your own head.
He’s talking about work again.
To your mild horror, you blurt out precisely what you’re thinking.
“I want to pretend tonight.”
His brows rise subtly as he waits for an explanation, patient caution in the set of his jaw, but with hopeful amusement in his eyes.
“Care to elaborate, sweetheart?”
“Like how we talked before. About roleplaying like we just met. Or…having risky sex, like I could get pregnant—"
“Sweetheart…”
“No. Let me finish. I—” You’re annoyed with yourself that this sounded so much simpler and better before you opened your mouth.
“I love you,” he murmurs as he takes your hand across the table. “Take your time.”
Maybe the risky pregnancy sex roleplay would hit too close to home. He wants kids. So do you—maybe. It’s complicated. You didn’t want kids, but then time and love may have changed your mind. Maybe.
You don’t want kids right now. But you need something else besides tender lovemaking and the occasional rough ride on his lap or from behind. You want something that makes you feel like you did the first week of not leaving your bedroom.
“I love you too.” You sigh. It’s a start. “I feel safe with you. You know that.”
He nods, taking your hand in both of his as you continue to speak.
“I feel safe, loved, cherished. Sex with you is…” you puff your cheeks out as you exhale sharply and look into the middle distance as you ponder the details of sex with Simon. His cock still gives you a satisfying stretch that’s difficult to replicate with any sex toy, which makes your reunions after he’s been overseas all the more fulfilling.
“…but?” he asks, a worried look on his face.
You shake your head.
“Sorry, didn’t mean it to sound that way… What I meant is that I want to roleplay something that feels dangerous, unknown, but not degrading per se, just…different?”
You’ve experimented with some light bondage together, but he spent most of it tied up with you calling the shots. This would be very different and you’re afraid he won’t like it.
As though he read some of your thoughts, he replies, “Sex with you tied up…this time?” His eyebrows rise in the way that means he’s hoping he got it right and he’s waiting for confirmation. Something inside you feels encouraged to push the discussion further.
“Perhaps not tying up at all. More like you overpower me as I struggle.”
He creases his brow as he thinks, looking down at his hands as he rubs your knuckles, then returns his gaze to you once he’s got it.
“You want to roleplay nonconsent.”
Nodding, you smile, perhaps a little awkwardly.
“Same safe word…” you offer, grateful that he seems understanding and willing to at least consider this. “…if you’re okay with it. Either of us can say it. Don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with this either.”
He nods, eyes downcast again as he thinks. He looks up.
“And not just nonconsent, sounds like you want to roleplay pregnancy risk again. But with me holding you down, sounds like.”
He gets it. That’s what you want. Maybe you won’t like it after all, but you’ve run the idea through your mind repeatedly the last few days and it makes you wet every time, despite your conditioned aversion to literal forced sex.
As though just remembering that you’re in public, he glances at the other tables. It’s not a busy night and his expression tells you that he’s satisfied that no one has been eavesdropping on your conversation in this rather expensive restaurant.
When his gaze returns to you, a familiar heat travels up your core. His eyes seem to undress you as he lets go of your hands and leans back in his chair. This is the same man you fold laundry with, but he’s also the same man who rails you within an inch of your life at a moment’s notice.
When he finally speaks, his voice is low, husky, and just above a whisper.
“You tellin’ me you don’t want my cum, sweetheart?”
Blinking, you realize the game has begun. You clear your throat and subconsciously adjust your neckline as though you might be showing too much skin.
“I’m not ready to be a mother.”
“I’ll be quick. Doesn’t mean you’ll get up the duff the first time.”
“The first time?”
He smirks, letting his eyes travel lower.
“I won’t be pulling out anymore.”
“I won’t let you near me, then.” You try your best to hide your smile. Satisfied that you have, you add a little extra. “I’ll fight you if you try.”
“Fight? Me?” He chuckles softly. “I’m stronger, bigger…everywhere.”
You swallow thickly. Fuck.
“I’ll still try to stop you.”
“You’ll take my cum. I promise you that.” He abruptly breaks character as he leans forward, speaking in a concerned tone. “Is this alright? For the leadup, I mean? Not too much?”
“Shh…you’re doing great,” you reassure him, slightly annoyed that he broke the spell, even for a moment. “I love knowing that I can struggle and say no…but you’ll quit if I say the safe word. Now get back to it. I’m fine. Keep going.”
He leans back again, the smug, vaguely evil air about him returning.
“You’re welcome to fight. I’ll still force those pretty thighs open.”
“And if I cry?”
“Don’t care. I’ll lick your tears before I spit on my hand to slick up my dick. And do you know what I’ll discover when I try to stick it in?” He raises his brows for emphasis. He doesn’t wait for your response. “That you’re already sopping fuckin’ wet like the horny little minx you are.”
“Wet doesn’t mean willing.”
“Don’t matter. A pussy that wet is easy to fuck, no matter how tight, no matter how much you struggle. Once I’m in, I’m not pulling out until I’ve blown my load.”
“Christ.”
He smiles, nearly breaking character again. You tilt your chin downward to give him a look that puts him back in his role again.
“You gonna force your big hard dick into my tight pussy--?”
“Oh, that’s not all. I’ll pinch one of your nipples just to feel you clench, to remind you that you do want this. Your body wants to get fucked. That pussy needs my cock. I’ll make you a crying mess as I fuck you sloppy, cunt creaming all over my dick an’ balls.”
You realize too late that you’re biting your bottom lip as you watch his filthy mouth tell you what he plans to do.
He ignores you falling out of your role, as he presses forward with his verbal onslaught.
“Gonna hold your hips down. You can cry, scream, pound my chest and arms with your fists, rake your nails down my back, pull my hair, curse my name. I’ll drill you into the mattress like jackhammered pavement. And you’re gonna take my cum. And guess what?”
“What?” you ask breathlessly, squirming in your seat, soaking through your thin cotton panties.
“The moment I can get it up after, I’ll do it all over again. You’re mine. I’ll use that pussy as I see fit, even if I have to make you ride me as I suck your tits, a leather belt around your waist for me to hold onto and keep you riding this dick.”
“Fuckin’ hell, Ghost,” you gasp.
“Ghost?” He smiles evilly, still floating on the high of his previous monologue, “You haven’t called me that since the night we met.”
“Tonight, you’re Ghost. Pay the hostess. We need to go home. Now.”
SIMON RILEY MASTERLIST
Retired Simon vibes !!!!!!
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