#ram writes

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader for @soapsgf in @'bunnyreaper's valentine's day fic exchange!! hope you enjoy, love <3

You’re playing with the satin straps of the lace set you have on when you hear the jiggling of the lock in the front door. Head whipping to the hallway, you quickly run and grab one of Simon's t-shirts, throwing it on and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Sweetheart?” Simon’s voice echoes in the hall as he sets down his keys and leans down to untie his boots. “I’m back from the store.” “I’m here!” You call back, still distracted as you fiddle with the hem of the shirt, nervously waiting for your boyfriend to come in the door. You hear Simon’s heavy steps as he walks down the hall and into your shared bedroom. His eyes widen as he sees you dressed in his t-shirt, your bare legs giving the impression that you’re wearing nothing underneath. You approach him, hands moving to cup his face as you give him a soft smile. “Hey”, you breathe, noticing the way his hands ghost your sides, feeling his cock strains in his jeans as you press against him.

"What's all this, hmm?" He asks, feigning nonchalance as you not-so-subtly press your tits against his chest. "Is it my birthday or something?"

"No", you laugh a little and lean up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. “It's for being the best boyfriend ever. Happy Valentine’s Day, Simon."

“Happy Valentine’s Day to me indeed", he says, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. His eyes are dark with arousal as he sets you both on the sheets, leaning over you and sliding his hand under the shirt.

He freezes as he feels the soft lace you’re wearing underneath, and moves to slowly tug the shirt up and over your head, revealing the red lingerie you’re wearing. It perfectly accentuates your figure, the lace cupping your breasts and leaving very little to the imagination. “Do you like it?” You ask a little nervously, and Simon’s eyes flicker up to yours. You blush as you see the heat in his gaze.

“Like it?” He says lowly, tugging on the lace. You gasp as he snaps the elastic on your ass, watching as red blooms on your skin. “Lovie, I’m going to eat you alive.” He slides a hand up your thigh, cupping your pussy and toying with your clit through the fabric. He chuckles darkly as he feels your wetness through the fabric. “Such pretty panties,” he murmurs. “Sweetheart, you’ve already ruined them.”

He wastes no time in tugging his pants and boxers off, sucking air through his teeth as his cock practically springs free. As he moves the skimpy lace out of the way and drags his cock up and down your folds, you swear you could cum right then and there. A breathy whine catches in your throat as he slides into you, setting a pace that makes your eyes almost roll back in your head. “Look at you, sweetheart,” Simon groans, watching the way his cock disappears into your cunt. “Didn’t even need to prep you, you’re so fucking wet.” His voice, rough strained as he thrusts into you, sends a blazing heat down your spine as he leans down to press gentle kisses in your hair. “So sweet to me, so perfect.”

The debauchery of you still half-clothed, the way his words reach into your brain and set a fire in your core, and the feeling of his hands gripping your tits, your waist, your thighs - it's all too much. It takes no time at all for your orgasm to approach, gasps and moans leaving your lips as he angles your hips and goes deeper, harder. “Si, I’m-“ Your voice breaks off in a moan as he reaches down to rub your clit.

“I know lovie, I know,” Simon murmurs, leaning down to kiss you softly and lovingly. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” You whine his name as you tighten around him, back arching as you reach your peak. Simon follows soon after, giving a few more short thrusts before he fills you. You both lay there for a few moments, breathless and panting as his cum leaks out of you.

Whumper cares for Whumpee, bringing them food and drinkable water. Sometimes even gifts from the seabed or the mainland. Jewelry abandoned to the waves and artifacts from sunken ships. Whumper even proposes their love with a pearl, buried in an oyster’s mouth.

Whumpee only lashes out once, making Whumper upset and abandon them down there for days. When Whumper return Whumpee is borderline hysterical, convinced they were going to die and half drowned from attempting to swim.

The second time, they’re sober, and it’s worse. Robby knows he shouldn’t be doing this, he CAN’T do this, not to Jack, not again, but he also CAN’T resist. Dennis shows up to their house all puppy eyes and plush pouting lips. Robby lets him in and closes the door, taking all of two seconds to rub the back of his head and stare at the carpet before his decision is made and he’s on Dennis. Robby’s grip hard enough on his hips to leave bruises and their teeth clashing.

They get to the bed and Robby hungrily eats out Dennis’. He can’t get enough of the taste of him sober and clear(ish) minded. Robby gets behind Dennis and holds his arms behind him as he rails into him relentlessly. Dennis is drooling and whimpering relishing in getting his attending into bed without the aide of alcohol, and being able to lose himself in it intentionally.

Then Jack is in the doorway of their bedroom. Robby makes eye contact with him and immediately goes still.

Jack simply says, “you asshole,” and Whitaker is immediately scrambling to get up muttering apologies and “I didn’t know.”

Jack calmly (a little too calmly) commands “don’t move,” and Dennis freezes. He walks to the bed slaps Robby across the face, and says, “keep going…. Fuck the kid.”

Robby almost in a trance keeps going. Jack unzips his pants, and takes out his half hard cock and stands in front of Whitaker who looks up at him through wet lashes, tears threatening to spill over from the shock and embarrassment. Jack runs a hand through Whitaker’s hair and lifts his chin a little higher. He doesn’t even have to tell Dennis to take him into his mouth. He lets out a strained, “good boy,” and Dennis groans around his hardening length.