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Some of my fave screenshots of Simon 'Ghost' Riley part 1. 💀

A Ghost x Reader FF

CW- Smut, Language, Bj, degradation/praise kinks, bdsm, dom! ghost, creampie, unprotected sx, p in v, sub reader, pretty much anything dirty it gon be in this boi. StraP IN

I freeze against the wall and pray to whatever being will listen to my slutty ass that he doesn't walk into this room.

"Go to bed Johnny. You're drunk" Ghost commands. "C'mon LT, you totally did. I told you I was interested first." Soap complains, his words slurring slightly. How many drinks did this man have I wonder. "McTavish, go back to your room. That's an order" Ghost snaps and slams the door in Johnny's face. A slight wave of what, regret? sadness? The both of them together sound delicious. I hear some muffled grumblings behind the hotel door and as Ghost rounds the corner from the door I blurt out "You could have invited him in." I clasp my hands around my mouth. Why did I just say that. Jesus this man will never want to touch me now. Before I know it Ghost's gloved hand is at my throat and the other pressed against the wall, "What did I say about talking about other men in my presence?" he almost growls into my ear. "Dont?" I squeak out. "Good girl" he purrs, "Now where were we?". My mind is just static- no thoughts. I am completely dumbfounded at how the veins on his hand looks around my neck. Suddenly his lips are on mine. He moved his mask up just enough to reveal his 5 o'clock shadow and his sweet pink lips. Kissing him just feels so good. He shimmies my tank top off to reveal my black lace bra, it always gets me the best tips. "We won't be needing this" he says, and I hear the flick of a switchblade. My bra falls to the floor along with my jaw, "Do you have ANY idea how expensive that-" my protests are cut off by his palm to my mouth. "I didn't give you permission to speak", and one look into his eyes and I shut up. He throws me onto the bed and almost rips my leggings as he pulls them off me. I am completely soaked now. And I can tell by the light laugh out of his lips that he can see it. "I haven't even touched you yet and you're this wet?" his eyes shoot up to mine. I remember what he said early about permission to speak so I just looked up at him dumbfounded. "You can answer my next questions with a simple yes sir, or no sir. Got it?", he asks while unbuckling his pants again.

"Yes, Sir" I breathe out as I watch him go to his bag and look around for something. What could he be- oh. "I'm on the pill...Sir" I pipe up. These words spark something and he stops looking in his bag, "and I'm clean" His brow furrows. "Sir" i basically yelp as his hand comes back to my throat. "That's what I like to hear" he whispers into my ear before he begins to massage my clit. A soft moan escapes my lips and I arch my back. He rips my panties as he continues to massage and work his fingers into me. I gasp but keep quiet knowing his rules. He flips me over onto my stomach and takes his palm to my ass. I cry out as the firey hot sting shoots up my body. "That was for talking about another man after you were given the rules, and this one," he pauses before he slaps my ass again, "this was for speaking when you weren't told to. Understand?" I gulp. "Yes, sir" I squeak out, tears welling in my eyes. "Good girl." his thick accent just makes everything sound so much hotter.

His hands found my clit again and began to rub it at a pace that made me moan louder "oh fuck Simon". At this he takes a single finger and slips in in. I let out a whimper. He keeps working his thumb on my clit and his finger inside my cunt. I grasp the bedsheets and my knuckles turn white. I am putty in this mans hand, in more ways than one. "Are you ready sweetheart?" his whispers breathlessly, "you're so perfect". "Yes Sir" I cry out, anticipation killing me. He brings his cock to tease my pussy, rubbing it back and forth. "Please.. please sir" I breathe out. I gasp as he slides himself into my quivering dripping cunt. His pace is so hard to keep up with, absolutely wreaking havoc on my body. My eyes roll back into my skull as he grabs my hair to pull my head up, exposing my neck. He's kissing my neck, nipping occasionally to leave marks. "Everyone is going to know you're mine" he snarls. At this I feel my core tighten, "I'm close simon, m' close" I whimper out. No man has ever made me cum. "Ask nicely, princess".