#lieutenant ghost

Hear me out though, you’re at a bar. You’re making out, you’ve had a little too much to drink. Not enough to be completely gone like you’re sure Simon is but enough to be making out with a stranger.

Then you’re back in his truck, he’s practically begging for you to let him fuck you and you say no. You ‘don’t do that type of shit, one night stands and all that’ you say. Simon’s next thing is to beg for a blowjob, you again say no. ‘Part of the boyfriend package’ blah blah blah.

Then Simon delivers his final offer. He is so desperate he offers to pay for a handjob, he cringes after the words come out of his mouth thinking you’d be offended. But to his surprise you say yes. You need the money, and want him to feel good so why the heck not.

And it’s the best damn handjob he’s had in his life.

It’s when he finally creaks the door open to your room in the barracks in the dead of night, his silhouette recognisable in a second as you lay curled up under the covers. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t say anything, but you see his shoulders move like he’s breathing heavier than usual. He walks to your bed like he has all the time in the world- which he does.

You sit up. Blink at him in the dark. He peels your blankets off without a word, his eyes leaving your face only to trail down your body with the same impenetrable, unreadable eyes. It’s unbearable but it had to come to this and you both know it as he shrugs off his shirt, slips his sweats down.

He pushed your tank top just over your tits to suck on them. Nothing had been said yet as you gasp into the thick silence, his perverted mouth licking and sucking with no remorse, filthy sounds accompanying your silent whines as his lips pop, his tongue licking over any flesh it could find. His mouth trails lower and lower, hands flexing on your ribs, tits, thighs, because he needed this. You. Stress relief. And he wanted to find it in your body, just for tonight. Right?

Simon gets it immediately and backs off, not pulling out but stopping fully.

“Need a second?” He pants, wiping sweat off his forehead.

Kinktober Day 10: Breeding it's kinktober, innit My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

It was a simple comment. A simple comment about how "Price had a dad bod, I bet he's so cuddly" and that's how you ended up here.

Being split open by your husband's thick monstrous cock. His thrusts relentless like he wanted to drill you through the mattress 

The bed creaked and cried with every mean snap of his hips, sending his cock deeper into your pussy. The tip kissing your womb every time he rutted against you.

Simon wraps his hand firmly around your throat, whispering against your lips, “Still think another man is cuddly, lovie?” he groans as your pussy clenched down around his cock, milking him for what he’s worth.

“F’cking slut,” he kisses you softly, tenderly, not like a man currently calling you a slut.

One thrust forward and he’s balls deep inside you, shooting his load deep into your pussy. He stays there, deep and buried to the hilt. Face tucked into your neck as he bites and sucks love marks onto you.

Simon doesn’t pull out, he slumps down on top of you. All of him on top of you, crushing you into the mattress, hard muscles against your soft plush.

He feels like he just touched heaven, he lazily grinds his cock into you, still needy for you. Your pussy clench around him, 

“I’m cuddly” he says with a grunt but the way he pulls back to look at you, he looks like a whiny baby, so beautiful

“Mm”

“You cuddle me, lovie”

You smile, sneaking a hand down to pat his ass, only because you knew how much it annoyed him. Simon laughs softly and bites you and he starts thrusting again, pounding hard and rough into your overwhelmed, filled to the brim, hole.

Simon believed in soul mates. But he knew he just couldn't feel it with Johnny, but it was close. He really did love John. He had and incredible smile that felt like home and humor that made him belly laugh when he was in the privacy of his own room.

He was in love with his mind and the drive in him. But he just really could not feel it. It was more than the right person wrong time or something. This was the right time, what was a more perfect age to fall in deep love ? Johnny had it figured out in his late twenties, he was still young enough to have kiddos and be the mature parents at the kindergarten drop off.

So why couldn't he feel lit with the perfect man? God he really did love Johnny. Kissing him felt almost right. But Soap and Almost were too closely correlated for him. He couldn't do that to him.

And Johnny understood. It was like highschool sweethearts that understood that they weren't end game. That their end goals in life were different and that they'd eventually grow out of each other but not yet.

Yet, almost, not quite, Johnny.

But they stayed friends. It was okay to be friends still even after what they'd had. Maybe it was the closeness of war that brought them so much together. But they both knew that wasn't right either. They were almost meant for each other.

So like regular friends they hand out, fuck around, midnight videogames and milkshake runs. Laughs and stories and much more laughs.

Come Thanksgiving ish time they both got approved leave. John decided to get Si out of rainy Manchester. To rainy Scotland. His mum was gone so it wouldn't be too awkward and Johnny could show Ghost around his hometown a bit. In a town so wet how did he keep his childhood home in such good condition? Doesn't mold deep in?

"Got a housekeeper."

"You pay for that?"

"Course not."

A scoff and a rattle of keys to find the door already unlocked to the house that sounded scary. Si tensed hearing screams, Johnny was unfazed.

"Johnny!"

You scrambled off the couch that you'd collapsed onto as you half watched the first scary movie Tubi had to offer.

"You're home man"

"See you're keeping Mom's house nice."

The little scraps of string and fabric was evidence of your latest craft. The lack of dishes in the sink was concerning, were you not eating while you had a craft in your mind again?

Si was still lurking by the door like a vampire, awaiting his permission.

"Get in 'ere. This is my mom's old place."

It was then that you noticed Dracula over there. An almost comical amount of blood was on screen and a very fake manual laugh.

"Hey"