Thinking about ghost who, at the ripe age of thirty-something, has to get his wisdom teeth removed.
As the only one who won't be on an op, it's your job to care for him in the days after.
...unfortunately for you, anesthesia makes ghost chatty. He's mumbling around the gauze in his mouth the entire drive home, though seems to quiet down when you have to pull over and gently push more gauze into his mouth with quiet "stop talking, simon. You're pushing the gauze out."
After that he just spends a long time looking at you. It's odd seeing ghost without a mask, even more so when he doesn't have a grimace on his face.
You make sure to be gentle when helping him onto your couch, keeping all the doctors warnings in mind. Ghost doesnt fuss initially, but after you come back with some water he mumbles something you can't make out.
You ask him to repeat, and ghost huffs "...you can be rougher wif' me. I wouldn't mind gettin' hurt by you."
...what.
"What."
"Yeah. sexually." Ghost explains, as if that were the part you were confused about. "I'd quite like it. Feelin' yer hands on me."
"Simon, you're high on morphine. Don't tell me about your kinks." You grimace, not sure what think about...that. Hopefully he can't tell how flustered you are.
"Not a kink, 's jus' for you." He adds, which makes you freeze "ah'd let you do anythin' to me..."
"Okayyy." You reply, shocked. Instead of entertaining ghosts comments, you give him his first round of pills and order "take these...good. now open, gotta make sure you actually took them."
"Okay." Ghost groans in an explicitly not safe for work way. "Like it when you tell me wha' to do."
You pointedly ignore ghost's half-chub with a burning face and leave the room. You really hope he doesn't remember this later.
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just thinking about hybrid!Simon, some sort of apex predator (take ur pick) and youre his human handler who everyone seems to stare at because how the hell can they keep control of that thing? He’s big enough to tower over anyone, all thick muscle and dark, piercing eyes. and when he looms behind you everywhere you go? some people start to wonder if you’re even capable at being his handler. Simon should really have a leash on, or a muzzle, or preferably shackles, right?
you’d rather chew glass than do that to him, though. he’s a lot less animal than people assume. he’s not some beast about to pounce or a stalking predator. no. the only time you put a leash on him is in private, bouncing on his lap with the chain wrapped taut around your knuckles, licking into his mouth as he keens and whines at the pressure around his throat and the overstimulation of your tight hole around his thick cock, shooting blanks by the time you finally let up on him and let him curl up around you, scenting you and covering you in his heavy warmth, cuddling like a sweet little puppy dog.
yeah. that’s the only time Simon wants a leash around his neck.
Johnny MacTavish discussing his end of life terms in case he ever gets injured during an op:
“if I cannae fuck ma wife, jus’ put meh down like ah dog.”
something about the tip peeking out of the shorts… gotta slobber on that thing fr
simon x reader smut/comfort? poor Simon has mommy issues :(
cw: mommy kink, forced orgasm, dacryphilia (crying), comfort, afab reader
You know exactly what Simon needs when he gets back from a long deployment. Sure, you make him dinner, run a bath, check him over for any new wounds, but what he really needs is for you to take care of him.
His hair has grown out a bit and is sticking to his forehead with sweat, his chest heaves with labored breaths, tears prick at his eyes, and those beautiful sounds get punched out of him as you ride his cock brutally.
“Ah- ah- fuck, love. Please.”
His hands are bruising around your hips, pads of his fingers digging into the fat of your ass, but he knows better than to try to force you to stop through strength alone. That would lead to a punishment, and of course, Simon is a good boy.
“Look at me.” you order, gripping his face and seeing the absolutely pussy-drunk look in his eyes. You’re not even sure he’s listening, unable to focus as he tries desperately not to blow his load in you right now as your ass slaps against his thighs, ruthlessly fucking him. “Don’t you fucking come, Simon.”
Those words always have the opposite effect, and tonight it brings him to the edge so fast he lets out a noise you’ve never heard him make before. Pitiful.
“Fuck! Shit- mommy! Mommy, please. Please let me come. I can’t-”
Tears stream down the corners of his eyes as he squeezes them shut, and you can feel his thighs and abs tensing beneath you. Maybe you were just feeling cruel, because you don’t slow down, no, you tighten around his cock and chase your own release without apology.
He feels so good. Thick and long enough to reach every good spot inside you, punching your g-spot so hard you’re spilling slick down his balls, making a mess of wet noises in the room. You’re already close, finally filled with something other than toys or your fingers now that Simon’s back, but just as you feel yourself about to tip over that edge, a guttural pained noise comes from his lips and you feel him jerking underneath you.
“No, no, no, no, no…” Simon begs, coming so hard he nearly goes blind, toes curling, back nearly coming off the bed as he holds you down on his pulsating cock, filling you up with a thick warm flood. It’s so much that you can feel it leaking around the vice grip your pussy has around him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, mommy. Please, I’m so sorry.”
You’re in shock for a moment. Simon has never come without permission, not since the first time you realized he was into this sort of stuff. And he looks so genuinely upset that it makes your heart squeeze. Tears flowing, begging for forgiveness, still shaking from the orgasm that wiped out most of his brain cells. He looks so sweet, you just can’t bring yourself to punish him.
The only thing you can do is wrap your arms around him and shush him quietly, fingers petting through his hair, his cock still half-hard inside of you and twitching.
“It’s alright, baby. You did such a good job for me.” You coo, pressing several light kisses along his hairline, the cool salty perspiration wetting your lips. “My good boy.”
His thick arms go around you, holding you close enough that it’s almost crushing, hiding his face against your neck where you can feel his tears still pooling against your skin. He doesn’t say anything, you just let him hold you and cry while you tell him how much you love him, that he’s safe. And afterwards you clean him up, press kisses against his flushed cheeks, and you let him sleep with his ear pressed against your heartbeat. Your good boy.
pathetic men that chant 'i love you' even when they dont mean it when theyre close to cumming 🤤🤤🤤
rawme-price answered:
Ghost, who insists that you and him are just a convenient solution, but he says different when in bed with you.
“Fuck! Ah, ah, ah– dove, c'mon–” his face is tucked into the base of your neck, right between shoulder blades, hands desperately holding your waist.
Ghost is trembling, breath warm and jumping along your spine. You can’t see it but he’s got tears clinging to his lashes, face screwed up around scars as he chants “i love you– love you, fuuuck– I love you, I love–”
His hips stutter, until they press firmly against you. His cock twitches and spurts into the condom, and ghost sighs in relief. Sagging down, sweaty chest pressed to yours. You try not to react to sweetly, he always pulls away.
Sure enough, ghost is pushing off of you with a grunt. He goes about cleaning himself up without so much as a glance to you. That impenetrable facade, that emotionless soldier is back.
He glances at you as he pulls on his jeans, still languid and fucked out in bed, and reminds “price needs that report tomorrow mornin’. I’d get to it if I were you.”
That’s it. No thank yous, no kind words. Just talking to you like you’re every other subordinate he has. You make some sort of noise, wait for him to leave before cleaning yourself up. You sleep in the bed that still smells like him.
If you press the pillow to your chest, and imagine it’s ghosts back, then no one needs to know. It’s not like he means anything he says anyways, he made sure you knew that.
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