genesis

Your girlfriend wants to try something new!

warnings - smut w no plot +18 | sesbian lex, stap on (M!reciving), a little degradation ig, face slaps (M!reciving) | A drabble coz I was really taken with that meimei clip :((

now playing - Clothes Off, by Kehlani feat. Kwn

"Can we?"

Your house was partially lit. At that time of night, your entire place was already bathed in a cozy glow. All the main lights—which were rarely used—were already turned off, and the indirect lighting did a great job of keeping the living room dark enough not to strain your eyes, yet bright enough for you to see.

The light from the TV was also helping to brighten the room. One of the episodes of the series that you and your girlfriend, Megan, had been watching a few minutes earlier was now completely forgotten—and its only purpose was to illuminate the two of your bodies.

Megan’s moans were loud and slightly breathless; you loved the little squeals she let out every now and then while looking at you with those pleading eyes. Your hands were firmly positioned on her legs, practically folding her in half as you thrust your strap-on into her.

It had been a few weeks since you and Megan had had some time just for yourselves, and the minute you settled in, Megan was already impatient on top of you. Her kisses made you dizzy; her hands were everywhere, and when she looked at you and gently asked you to put on the strap-on, all you could do was nod and let her get comfortable as the little pillow princess she was.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight! I can barely move!” Your words made her throw her head back on the couch, murmuring something as she tried to cling to you when your thrusts began to pick up speed.

Her hands roamed over your broad shoulders, sliding down your biceps only to reach your hands—which were still clutching the backs of her thighs. Her fingers began to trace the bulging veins in your hand, and her thoughts went straight to where they’d been all week.

“Damn, baby. You’re going to make me come!” Her voice came out in gasps, lost in the sensation of pleasure you were giving her.

Her body was shivering with the sensation of your hands on her, but Megan wanted more. These thoughts had been consuming her for days—the tightness in the chest of someone who had always shared her fantasies with you, now agonizing as she thought about how to share this one.

“Oh, yeah?” Your right hand released her right thigh, and your fingers quickly began to stimulate her clit, seeking even more of her pleasure. “Come for me, Mei. You know I love it when you make a mess for me!”

Megan moaned loudly, her thoughts mingling with desire and overwhelming pleasure. She barely had time to process what she was saying before the words slipped out of her mouth, and she was surely just as surprised as you were by her own actions.

Her hand reached out, grabbing your right hand and stopping your movements on her sensitive area. “Wait. Slap me!”

You were slightly shocked, your thrusts slowing down considerably and making Megan moan at the sudden loss of rhythm.

“What?” you asked. There was no judgment in your voice, just that characteristic concern whenever the two of you were about to try something new.

Megan blushed anyway.

“Slap me, please!” Her eyes were glistening with tears of pleasure, and seeing her beg you to spank her awakened something inside you. “I trust you, babe! please!”

You leaned in, your lips meeting hers as the rhythm of your thrusts returned to its previous pace—firm and steady. Your right hand cupped Megan’s cheek; the kiss was gentle, and your thumb traced her cheek tenderly. Your tongues intertwined in perfect harmony, just like your bodies.

The kiss was sweet and tender; Megan moaned at the tenderness, love, and devotion you managed to convey to her with just a simple kiss.

And then it happened.

One second, Megan missed your lips, and the next, she felt the sting of a slap on her right cheek.

A loud, choked moan escaped your girlfriend’s lips; the mix of feelings was like a volcano about to erupt. Your thrusts didn’t stop, and the little “uh”s Megan kept letting out were just what you needed to keep going until she was completely satisfied.

“Did you like that, babe? Do you like it when I hurt you, pretty girl?” Megan’s breasts swayed with every thrust, and the sweat glistening on her skin made her look even more attractive.

“Yes, babe. I loved it! Please, don’t stop...”

Her words trailed off as another slap landed on her cheek, in the exact same spot. Her skin was starting to turn red, and you began to feel a little sorry for her—a feeling that vanished the moment you saw her bite her lower lip and roll her eyes.

“Shut up!” The same hand that had slapped her grabbed her neck—not tight enough to hurt, but applying just enough pressure to make her legs start to tremble.

“Cum for me, you nasty girl!" Your thrusts continued hard and steady as you watched your girlfriend melt into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I love you, I love you so much, baby!" Her hands grabbed your wrist—which was still around her neck—and her nails scratched the spot.

When you finally slowed down your thrusts, you admired her. Her eyes were teary, and a few tears were streaking down her face. Sweat made her body glisten, and the mess she’d just made on you was utterly arousing.

Pulling away slowly, you heard Megan moan as you withdrew from inside her. She felt an indescribable emptiness, murmuring your name and reaching out to pull you back to her side urgently.

You smiled. “I’m here, my love.” Your lips kissed her forehead, and your hands caressed her abdomen, moving up over her boobs—making her moan with vulnerability—and finally caressing her flushed cheek.

“Was I too rough?” Your fingers traced the red mark, and your lips planted a kiss there.

Megan smiled sleepily.

“No, you were perfect.” She was shy. “I loved that. Can we do it again?”

You nodded in agreement, smiling at the shy woman in front of you, finding it funny how that naughty girl had been replaced in less than a second.

“Sure, if you’re really comfortable with it…”

She didn’t even let you finish. “I am!” She smiled widely, looking at you like a puppy who’d just heard the word “walk.”

“Okay, princess!" Getting up beside her, you smiled, wrapping your arms around her back and thighs, lifting her off the couch. “Come on, let’s give you a shower!”

Megan’s arms wrapped around your shoulders as she looked at you with that mischievous look you knew so well.

“Round two in the shower?" She started. "I’m going to get you really wet this time!” Your laughter rang out loud.

fingers wrapped around his cock any time he's not on set, a constant refrain of your breathy,

"nobody fucks me like you"

that drives him mad.

maybe he's been too lenient with you, let you go off script so much that he can't tell what you mean and what you've been coached on. but he doesn't think it matters anymore,

nobody fucks you like he does.

presses you down into the mattress like he does, ruts their fat cock between your wet folds like he does. when he wraps his hand around your jaw, pulls your head up to drool for the camera, it's not because he's the best it's because he won't let anyone else try. you're meant to be his, you just met him at the wrong time for it.

doesn't matter, he supposes, not when you keen and moan, legs shaking and hips swaying at the first touch. you don't want anyone else, do you sweetheart? no. no, he shakes your head for you, shoves his fingers into your mouth to make you slur the words.

"i'm yours," he loves it "i'm yours," he loves you.

so maybe you've been too lenient with him, let him take more than he's owed.

simon ghost riley x female!reader, smut, 18+

[i woke up with this in my head so i just had to write it]

Ghost has one weakness. It is a big, round, perfect weakness, and it’s currently arched in the air directly in front of him.

You are on your hands and knees on the bed, face pressed deep into the pillows, your back curved in a gorgeous, deep arch that presents your ass to him like an offering. The soft glow from the bedside lamp catches the slick sheen of your skin. It is a view that short-circuits his brain every single time.

He stands behind you, one knee resting on the mattress, his other foot braced firmly on the floor for leverage. His black balaclava is pulled up just enough to expose his mouth and jaw, creating the perfect canvas for the guttural sounds he can no longer hold back. In his hand, his phone is held steady, the red recording light a tiny, glowing eye capturing every angle.

The camera is angled flawlessly, framing the obscene sight of his heavy, flushed cock sliding across the slick valley of your ass. He isn't even inside you yet; he is merely dragging the thick, weeping head up and down, coating himself in the combined mess of your arousal and his own precum. The sight of his dick nestled against your flesh makes his balls throb with a need so acute it borders on painful.

"Fuckin' hell," he rasps, his voice a low, staticky growl through the fabric of the mask. "Look at that. Perfect fuckin' view."

He shifts his hips, pressing his cock more firmly between your cheeks, the sudden pressure forcing a whimpering gasp into the pillow. He records it all, watching the way your flesh yields to his touch and the way your body trembles in desperate anticipation. This is for his personal collection, a private stash of sin reserved for the long, lonely nights spent in dusty deployment tents and freezing barracks. When he is overseas, surrounded by the grim, violent reality of his job, he will pull up these videos to remind himself exactly what he is fighting to come home to.

Finally, the teasing becomes too much to bear. Reaching down with his free hand, he grips the base of his shaft, lining the blunt head up with your dripping entrance. The camera zooms in slightly, capturing the exact moment he presses against your tight hole.

"Simon, please," you whine, pushing backward against him, desperate for the stretch.

He usually ignores them, has no interest in much of anything besides when he'll be sent back to base and what he'll eat the next day. But the words that only flick across his screen have him pausing, opening the text.

Unknown number: dad? Cam you pick me up(? My frriends dirched me and I feel weirf

And the thing is, ghost is no vigilante, hardly even a good person. But he knows too well what sort of situation this is. Has seen it, has played it, has been bystander to it. So he grabs his keys, checks his knife, texts back

You: where are you, kid?

He receives a location pin in return. Shit. Bad part of town for whoever this kid is to be in.

Ghost turns a thirty minute drive into a ten, though it doesn't feel fast enough. Rolls to a stop outside of some club, and spots you.

You, clearly more than drunk, supporting yourself against a fence while two men lean over you.

Ghost will make sure to call price about the bodies. Tried hard enough to make it look like a robbery gone wrong...the smashed in heads may prove that hard to believe. Whatever, not his problem, he's legally dead.

No, ghost is more concerned about you, blinking up at him without a hint of recognition "dad? ...m sorry."

"It's fine, kid," ghost grunts, pulls you by the hand until you can support yourself against him. "Let's get you someplace safe, yeah?"

In retrospect, putting the stranger who was definitely drugged alone in his bedroom without a note wasn't his brightest idea. Ghost doesn't exactly have a guest room, and having you sleep on what is functionally a concrete couch just seems cruel. So he spent the night covering up some impulsive decisions, then panicking when he realized he had no actual food in his apartment and running to the closest 24/7 shop.

Which is how he ends up dropping eight grocery bags on his apartment floor in the attempt to dodge a frying pan.

All credits to you, it leaves an extremely impressive hole in the wall. Lot of force for someone hungover and coming out of being drugged. You glare, wide-eyed, terrified and looking far younger than you had last night "who the hell are you?!"

Ghost, grunts, puts himself on the other side of the room, "I'm dad, apparently."

ghost fucking your throat viscously, tears well up in your innocent bambi eyes as the room floods with filthy wet moans. he pats the back of your head, encouraging you like the good little doll you are to take him whole

until your eyes are rolling back, fluttering shut due to the intense burn, drool dribbling down onto the floor creating a small puddle. his cock forming a bulge down your neck as you struggle to breath, gagging from his massive size as he continues thrusting relentlessly

"ey, easy love, don't be blackin' out on me" he taps your cheeks with his gloved fingers, wiping your smudged mascara as he pulls out of your mouth. you wrap your arms around his calf clinging to him, as you bury your face against his thigh letting out little whimpers, pain and pleasure electrifying your body, looking up at him with hazed eyes too fucked to think straight

he tilts his head to the side slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask. his fingers move slowly through your hair, waiting for your breathing to settle. the second he decides you are calm enough, he jolts your chin sharply, forcing you upwards and back to where you belong

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Deaf!Reader

a/n: This is short but i might make more soon, i just really wanted to post this idea!!

• When you first arrived on base, nobody knew what to do with you. Due to no one knowing sign language, most people just stayed away from you.

•Simon never knew what love at first sight was till he saw your pretty face, shyly eating a bagel by the cafeteria window.

• When Simon found out you were the newest member of TF141, he was so excited to finally be able to talk to you.

•Simon secretly started learning ASL to communicate with you. You never spoke around them, only nod and little smiles.

•The first time Simon used ASL during a briefing you gasped. It was the first time anyone had heard you since being on base.

•From then on thats how you and Simon communicated. And you loved it because you finally felt included.

•For the team’s Christmas, he bought you special hearing aids. You cried the first time you heard Simon’s voice.

a/n: Once again this was super short! Im going to post another part of the Single mom series soon!! Have a great day!

Taglist!!: @xoxocelestial @figaaa6 @mrwagster @damonlore

Divider Creds!!: @starrliqhtt

"let me see how wet you got overnight, baby." cooed softly at you. not wanting to startle you. just wanting to take care of you.

feeling you already slick under my fingers. my movements careful.

watching you stir slightly. a small sleepy sound. not fully there yet.

pressing a kiss to your shoulder while my fingers stay gentle. "i've got you." murmured against your skin. "just let me take care of you. go back to sleep if you want."

you making a small sound. hips shifting toward my hand instinctively before you've even decided to.

"there you go." so fond. pressing two fingers inside slow while you're still halfway in a dream. feeling you clench around me immediately, your body knowing exactly what it wants even when your brain hasn't caught up yet.

a soft moan slipping out of you. eyes still closed. still not fully conscious.

"so wet already." pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "you're always so warm and ready like this in the morning."

touching you so slowly. no urgency. no rush. just taking care of you properly before the day starts. before anything else gets to have you.

feeling you start to wake up more properly now. consciousness coming back slowly.

"morning, baby." against your hair.

"morning." barely audible. voice thick with sleep.

"you're so beautiful right now." meaning it completely. fingers still moving gentle and slow. "did you sleep okay?"

a small nod. hips starting to move slightly now that you're more aware of what's happening.

"good." pressing a kiss to your cheek. "i've got you. just feel good for me."

working you slow and steady. learning exactly where you need it this morning. the way you always need it a little different when you're like this. softer. more careful. finding that spot and staying there.

feeling you get warmer around my fingers. wetter. your breathing changing from sleep-slow to something needier.

"there she is." murmured against your hair. "good morning."

a soft broken sound. hips rolling now, properly, following my fingers without thinking about it. body completely ahead of your brain still.

curling my fingers slightly. feeling you gasp.

"i know." pressing another kiss to your shoulder. "i know baby. i've got you."

your hand finding mine weakly. needing something to hold onto.

working you so patiently. so carefully. the way you like it when you're still this soft and warm and barely here. the way that makes everything more intense somehow. more tender.

feeling you get closer. your body doing it on its own. hips rocking slow and steady. breathing getting quieter, more concentrated.

no warning.

watching your whole body tightening around my fingers all at once, a soft desperate sound slipping out of you, your hips stuttering forward, pressing deeper onto my hand before you've even processed what's happening.

"oh—" barely audible. surprised by your own body.

keeping the same slow steady pressure through every single wave of it. feeling you clench around my fingers.

feeling your grip on my hand tighten and then slowly loosen.

your breathing going soft again. settling.

pressing a long kiss to the back of your neck.

"you did so good, baby." so warm. so fond.

you making a small sound. too dazed for words yet.

keeping my fingers right where they are for a little longer. not moving.

"you didn't even see it coming did you?" i tease.

a sleepy embarrassed sound.