Cotton Candy Clouds | Masterlist

hi. im cyrein, you can call me cy

here's a little mini master list of all my works. …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

for any requests & asks about my dumb little drabbles, please refer to this post. and even if you just want to chat, my ask box is always open. <3

also plz keep in mind the original owner of this account left mi dis so most of her old stories (such as Bucky Barnes FF or stuff for criminals minds) will be deleted and discontinued)

COD CHARACTERS.

• toxic!simon

> part1 (AND the alternative, "what-if" part 2 with the reader who ends up with Soap)

• bodyguard!simon & his famous little lamb & the documentary cameras.

> false alarm

> sickness

> backstage

> the start of it all

> not-so false alarm

• ceo!simon and his clumsy little bird

> rainy day

> sorry

• poly!141 & their little feral kittygirl.

> part one

> part two (prequel)

• streetracer!simon and his little mouse.

> one

• tiny town pillars of the community 141 x runaway reader

> meeting the pub owner

> introduction

> scorched

> sunshine

ACOTAR CHARACTERS

• simon & his bitchy little girlfriend.

> drabble 1

> drabble 2

• azriel flourishing for you.

> part 1

Hey!!! I was wondering if you could write a fic with fem reader x Ghost, where the reader is super innocent and doesn’t realize how she looks when she gets on her knees to pick something off the ground? And ghost likes her but is too nervous since he’s her superior?

Like reader just drops something and gets on her knees to pick it up, maybe has to bend over if it fell under something, and ghost gets hard and embarrassed????…👀👀👀👀 🤭 maybe smut????

thank you so much for the ask bestie!! this is for everyone i emotionally scarred with the angst fics lately&lt;3

a work affair

mutual pining and smut !

cw: age gap, some unbalanced power dynamics (he's kinda your boss), and unprotected sex

simon remembers the exact day you joined the team, he almost scoffed out loud upon seeing you for the first time. he thought you were lost, a face like yours didn't belong in the military let alone his branch; too much gore and violence.

your smile never flinched as you were introduced to each member of the team, even when you looked up at him in his mask he swore that smile got even wider. he spent that whole night tossing and turning, thinking about how on earth price and laswell okayed someone like you joining the team. it just seemed irresponsible.

but simon ate those words almost immediately, he was surprised to see how efficiently you worked in the field. the way you took orders on the field sent a weird sense of pride through his chest and he was relieved to see the way you seamlessly found your place in 141.

he found himself wanting to hang around the team after missions, just to be around you for a little longer. he hoped no one noticed though, he'd lose his job if he was caught mingling with a subordinate. so he watched from the sidelines while you joked with soap and gaz, occasionally finding himself making comments and additions, just to see your smile and the mischievous glint in your eye.

———

you were sitting on the old couch in the safe house, flicking through your sudoku book since you were having a hard time falling asleep. you twirled your pencil in your hand while you worked on the puzzle, trying to find the next number in the line.

the utensil accidentally slipped from between your fingers and hit the floor, rolling under the couch. you groaned and dropped your book onto the seat next to you, then moved to kneel on the floor. you leaned over and stuck your hand under the couch, feeling around for the pencil.

you cursed under your breath when you felt your finger hit it, but slide it further away so you angled your head so you could try to look for it instead of feel around. you almost had it with your middle finger when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

you jumped and pulled your arm out from under the couch. then you sat up, still on your knees and huffed to blow your hair out of your face.

"oh, l.t.," you were relieved to see that it was just him, "what are you doing?"

his voice was deep, still scratchy with sleep, "could ask you the same thing." he was wearing a t-shirt and some sweatpants, but his mask was still pulled over his face, from your angle he looked even bigger than he usually does. you'd always sensed some sort of tension between you and your lieutenant, at first you thought it was because he didn't like having you on the team.

a few months into that awkward tension and you asked soap about it, he told you that ghost was just sorts like that with everyone. what surprised you the most was when he said that he noticed the masked man was actually nicer to you than he'd ever seen him before. you couldn't help blushing at that and it stayed in your mind for months after, only getting worse whenever you interacted with him.

you dusted your hands off, "my pencil fell and i can't reach it." you thought you were going to die of embarrassment, your lieutenant, who you might've had a mild crush on, just witnessed you in the most awkward position imaginable.

"shouldn't you be sleeping?" he was standing with his arms crossed over his chest now, his biceps practically bursting through the short sleeves of his shirt.

"sorry sir," you tipped your head to the side a little, "i couldn't sleep so i came out here."

he sighed and moved towards you, getting on his knees in front of the couch, "move over so i can see," you scooted back and he pushed his arm under the couch.

when he sat up right again he had your pencil in his hand, you smiled wide and he dropped it in your hand. even though he was wearing his mask, you could see the way it shifted when he smiled back, then he turned and sat with his back against the front of the couch and let out a quiet grunt.

you mirrored, grabbing your book from the couch and flipping it open to your page. you were sitting close enough that your shoulder pressed against his bicep, but neither of you moved. you liked this about ghost, he wasn't the kind of person that made conversation when he didn't need to, he was fine just sitting there with you.

you worked on your puzzle for a little while, mumbling numbers to yourself and chewing your lip. you could feel him look at you occasionally, you turned your head with a smile when his eyes lingered for a little longer than usual.

"what about you l.t.?" you turned your body towards him a little more, "shouldn't you be asleep too?"

he lifted his arm to scratch the top of his head, "same as you, kid, hard time sleeping."

you nodded and looked down at your book, "i started bringing these a few missions ago," you huffed a laugh, "they don't even help, i actually spend the entire night working on them because i lose track of time."

he chuckled and took it from your hands, his fingertips brushing over yours made you jolt a little. he flicked to a random page and took your pencil, then started marking numbers down.

you leaned over his shoulder and watched, unfortunately for ghost, he flipped to one of the harder puzzles. he was struggling but didn't want to admit defeat.

"that 5 doesn't go there sir," you chimed in.

he snapped his head around and looked right at you, "i know, quit talking i'm trying to focus," he tapped the book with the pencil eraser.

after a few more minutes of making no progress, he finally turned the book towards you and pointed to a square with the tip of the pencil, "what goes here?"

you laughed, "ohhh," you pushed his arm a little, "now you want my help?"

"just tell me," he grunted.

"ok fine," you leaned over again, pressing yourself against his arm as you pointed and gave numbers for him to write down.

after he wrote the last number into the last box you turned to him, your faces inches apart as you grinned. "there ya go l.t.," you wrapped your fingers as far around his forearm as they could go and squeezed his arm a little, "you did it all by yourself."

his eyes bounced between yours, then scanned across your face. the book slipped from his hands and the pencil rolled under the couch again, but neither of you cared. you've never been this close to him before, you could almost feel the warmth rolling off of him.

your hand was still on his arm but before you could take it off, he covered it with his other hand. he lifted his hand again and brought it up to cup your cheek, your eyes widened.

“sir?” you whispered

"tell me to stop," his voice was low as the other hand lifted his mask over his nose.

your eyes didn't leave his lips as you shook your head and wrapped a hand around his wrists, "i don't want you to," you whispered.

he grabbed your bicep guided you into his lap, letting you straddle him while he pulled your face to his to attach his lips to yours. your hands went to his large shoulders and you held on as he rubbed his hands all over your back.

you were panting when he moved down to plant kisses down your neck, nipping and licking the sensitive skin. his hands gripped onto your hips as he helped you roll your hips down into his.

"god," he said our name and the pulse in your pussy throbbed, "you have no clue what you do to me, do you?”

you whimpered and let him slip your shirt off your head, he groaned after seeing that there was nothing under it. well, you were supposed to be going to sleep and sleeping in a bra is insane, but thank god that thing wasn't in the way right now. his large hand cupped your left boob while his mouth littered kisses all over the other.

you tugged on his shirt, begging him to take it off so you could feel his skin against yours.

"take your pants off," he demanded, lifting you off his lap so he could take his shirt off but he left his mask on. you desperately wanted to see what he was hiding under there, but one step at a time, even if these steps were a little out of order.

you wasted no time getting back into his lap and attaching your lips to his again, you slid your hands up the back of his mask and into his hair. you tugged a little and he groaned into your mouth, then brought one hand up to grip the back of your hair.

he slipped the hand that rested on your hip along the waist band of your underwear. you impatiently rolled your hips again and he finally let his hand slide lower. he cupped your pussy, applying pressure with two fingers to your slit.

you whined and gripped his hair tighter, while he used his fingers to rub circles on your clit through your underwear. his lips moved back down to your neck and it took everything in you not to moan out loud.

you could feel his cock hardening under you, the length of it poking your ass a little. you wanted to giggle because who knew lieutenant simon riley was a commando kinda guy?

it didn’t take long for you to be a panting mess, moving your hips in time with his hand to help yourself reach your high. but before you could get there he pulled his hand away and loved his hands back up to your chest. you huffed in annoyance and he nipped at the underside of your jaw.

“cmon now,” he was grinning, “i’ve been waiting so long, let me take my time.”

you rolled your eyes at him, but he was unbothered by it. he let his hand fall back down to your pussy, sliding the crotch of your underwear to the side so he could feel you with nothing in the way. he wasted no time slipping his fingers into your slit, groaning at the wetness he felt there.

you started to ride his hand, dropping your head into his neck to muffle yourself. he slid a finger into your, moaning with you and curled it to hit the spongy spot that made your toes curl. the heel of his palm rubbed against your clit and a new feeling of pleasure flowed through you.

“oh god,” you whined, “i need more.”

he slid another finger in and pushed his free hand into your hair so he could pull your head back and see your face. he slotted his mouth over yours, swallowing your moans and pushing his tongue into your mouth.

it all felt so good, every part of him was pressed up against you and you felt like you were going to explode. the base of your skull was burning with euphoria and your abdomen tightened as you got closer and closer. the hot feeling in your lower stomach got hotter as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

“there ya go,” he spoke against your mouth, “you wanna cum?”

you nodded your head and whimpered again, tightening your grip on his hair, “please— sir, i’m gonna—“ you were cut off by your orgasm and ghost attached his mouth to yours again to keep you quiet.

he helped you ride your high then pulled his fingers out of you, you rested your forehead on his shoulder while you panted. his left hand rubbed your back and went all the way up to your neck before it went back down again.

“you okay?” he asked.

you nodded, feeling his hard cock still poking you in the ass. you lifted your head off his shoulder and put your hands on the sides of his neck, “what about you?”

“we can stop here if you need,” he looked into your eyes.

your hands slid down his bare chest, all the way down his nicely built abdomen to the waistband of his sweatpants. you pushed your hand in and wrapped your hand around him, earning a gasp from the large man.

“i don’t wanna,” you looked up into his eyes again.

you kissed the side of his neck and freed him from his pants. he was big, so big it made you a little nervous, but you were anything but a quitter. you stroked him, using his precum to help. both of his hands were gripping your hips, holding you so tight his knuckles were white and you knew you’d bruise in the morning.

you lifted yourself up a little, using your hand to guide the head of his cock up and down your slit, letting it bump your clit while you gasped into his mouth. you could see him holding back, biting down into his lip so he couldn’t make the sounds you needed to hear.

he threw his head back into the couch cushion when you let the head press against your entrance. you winced at the feeling of his grip getting tighter until he got impatient and swatted your hand out of the way to replace it with his own.

"let me do it," he pecked your lips one more time, then looked down to where the two of you were joined.

he used the hand on your hip to guide you down, checking on you for any signs that you want to turn back when he heard you wince. you were far from that feeling, trying to push him deeper, only to be slowed down by his hand.

"fuck-" you whimpered, letting your head fall back.

ghost immediately started kissing along your collarbone and neck, feeling you squirm a little when he got to ticklish spots. he finally bottomed out and wrapped both his arms around you, groaning into your neck while you bit into your lip. you felt so insanely full and with every small movement you felt him inside you hitting every spot.

"baby," he sounded whiney in your ear, it made your cunt flutter and he whimpered, "i gotta move now."

you nodded your head and he started with shallow trusts. your arms were wrapped around his neck and your eyes rolled back into your head, it felt like he was going impossibly deeper with each movement of his hips. he cursed under his breath, running his hands up your shoulders and keeping your front pressed up against his.

"so tight, gonna make me cum so fast," he held you tighter and started to move his hips a little faster.

you could barely form words, each time the head of his cock pushed into your cervix the air was knocked out of you. he tried to move slowly so the sound of your skin slapping together didn't wake anyone up and you bit on his neck to keep yourself quiet.

the position you were was making you see stars, your oversensitive clit rubbed against his pubic hair as you moved your hips to meet his thrusts.

"yeah," he whispered in your hair, "get yourself off on me, love."

his words only made you more desperate for him and you dug your fingers into his back while you chased your second orgasm. ghost's movements got faster and his hand moved down to your ass to help himself reach his high. he was letting curses and moans slip from his lips while he fucked into you at an almost brutal pace. all concern for the noise you two were making flew right out the window with the only things on your minds being your orgasms.

"i knew you'd like this," he was panting in your ear, "wanted to get fucked by your lieutenant so bad, didn't ya?"

you couldn't find your voice to respond, so you nodded into his neck. he chuckled and got even faster, "i know you sweet dumb thing, just couldn't help yourself."

he squeezed his hand between your bodies and started to flick your clit, the sudden feeling had your toes curling. you felt a stronger feeling than the one before, this time your entire body felt like it was on fire, especially in the places where his bare skin was touching yours.

you could tell he was close too, his trusts were rougher and a little sloppier. his cock was twitching inside you and every time you clenched around him he gasped.

"go on, sweet girl," he whispered, "let me feel you soak my cock this time."

his words pushed you to your edge and you came on his cock, pulsing around it while he moaned in your ear.

"good girl," he praised.

he was right behind you, crushing you into his body as he started to slam up into you. with no warning, his hips stiffened and he came inside you, letting out a broken moan into your ear. he trusted in a few more times, letting you have every last drop.

the two of you panted against one another, squirming as his hands slid over your skin while the both of you came down. you sat up with your arms skill around his neck and his hands settled onto your hips, you pressed your forehead to his and he let out a delighted hum.

"y'know," you looked into his dark brown eyes, "i do sorta like you."

he laughed, "sorta?" he pinched your thigh and kissed you again.

"you know what i mean," you rolled your eyes, then shivered from the sudden coldness that hit you.

he picked his shirt up off the ground and helped you get into it while you stayed seated on his lap. you stayed like that for a second, until you yawned and he chuckled again.

"finally tired," he said while rubbing your back, "guess we found something that works."

he helped you up and into your pants because your legs were a little wobbly and almost useless, then guided you back to one of the bedrooms. he stood in the doorway for a second, his hand interlocked with yours pulled you back a little.

"can't tell anyone about this," he said in a hushed voice.

"yeah," you looked up at him and he took in your messy hair and raw lips, "that’s okay though," and you smiled up at him.

in that moment, simon was glad price and laswell okayed someone like you joining the team, because never in a million years would he have had it in him to approach you in the outside world.

***

bestie, i hope you liked it!!

pls comment and reblog, i need to know what you think!!

Kidnapper reader x retired Simon

Simon should’ve seen it, he didn’t expect it to happen, never to him— until he ended chained up in a rather nice looking basement, well, at least nicer than all the ones he’d been held captive in.

But that was before, when he was still in the military, working with the task force 141. This was now. He’d long since retired, so who the hell did he piss off this time?

Though it was quite the opposite of “pissing off.” Quite different when he hears soft footsteps come down the stairs rather than harsh ones. No cruel look or barked orders: just a pretty bird with a plate of home cooked food in her hands.

You crouched, petting his head, looking at him with such love in your eyes he thought this was some kind of sick joke.

When he asked where the hell he was, you only replied with one word. “Home.” Then you told him to open wide, spoon filled with soup. When he didn’t, skeptical, all you did was smile, taking a sip yourself, reassuring him he was safe.

And that’s how the next few days went. You’d feed him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, and look at him with a gaze that screamed obsession. When he finally demanded to know what this was, why he was here, you answered soft, like it was nothing more than a chat about the weather.

“I saw you at a cafe one day and knew you were perfect. That we were made for each other. So I stalked you, Si, and when I found the right move, I took you home. We’re soulmates, Simon.”

“You just need time to see that, though,” you added, peppering one last kiss to his forehead before walking back up the stairs.

The next time he woke, he was chained to a bed, both ankles and wrists. It was a change of scenery from the basement.

On the dresser in front of him sat a bottle of the cologne he wore regularly, alongside a woman’s perfume. Taped to the mirror were a few photos of you and him. All ones he didn’t even know existed, because he was asleep in his apartment in every one of them. One showed you kissing his cheek, grinning at the camera as you held it up.

The door creaked open. You walked in wearing one of his old shirts and pj shorts like you’d been living in his skin this whole time.

“I’m sorry I drugged your food earlier,” you frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I just needed to make sure you didn’t leave me.” You caressed his cheek, before sliding in beside him, resting your head on his chest as you pulled the covers over you both, muttering a quiet good night.

Simon had expected many things when he woke up in that basement. Expected to die there. Expected torture. Starvation. Not to be chained to a bed while a pretty bird, who claimed she loved him slept soundly on his chest.

You were clever about it, too. Made sure the chains both in the basement and here were strong enough to hold him. Though Simon knew he could escape. Should’ve. Two weeks here, and he’d had plenty of chances. But he didn’t.

Didn’t know why. Maybe some sick, twisted part of him liked being taken care of. Liked being loved so much someone like you would go to the ends of the earth to keep him. Even with all the scars and the past he carried. Even after everything he’d done with his own hands, you still loved him.

You were an angel. One sent by whatever gods still gave a damn.

A deranged, beautiful angel that would force him to be happy. That would chain him up and feed him soup and love him like he deserved good things.

His angel.

Should I make a part two..?

──  ✩ bouncer simon 'ghost' riley

the new bouncer was intriguing, and luckily for you, he found you just as fascinating. status : uncertain

01 ⋆ 02

Imagine Ghost genuinely caring about you but struggling to offer comfort when you’re sad.

He senses that something’s bothering you but can’t figure out what. Not only that, but he doesn’t know how to handle such things in a delicate manner.

He tries to get you to open up in his own way, though. He cracks a couple of jokes, to which you manage to smile—they weren’t very good—but that frown doesn’t disappear. He even mentions that you seem “gutted”, a comment you brush off, insisting that you’re—you guessed it—“fine.”

He weighs his options and considers asking you what’s wrong, yet he’s afraid this will result in either a dismissive “nothing” or an overwhelming flood of emotions he isn’t prepared to handle.

He even thinks of jokingly telling you to “stop being a downer,” but he predicts that such a remark would backfire, and rightfully so.

He doesn’t like prying into people’s personal lives. He hates it when others do that to him. And he can’t just openly hug you and reassure you that everything will be okay. That’s not how he operates. He wants to identify the problem so he can target it and provide you with a solution. He wants to help you, not just soothe you.

And then one day, he passes you while you’re sitting on the staircase, taking a break. He nods at you and heads straight to Price.

He starts vaguely expressing his concern about you. Price, on the other hand, wants specifics about the problem, but Ghost doesn’t have any because he never asked. All he knows is that you’ve been sad for quite a while, and he can’t bear to see you that way. But, instead of saying that to Price, he takes a different approach. He begins reporting your “misdeeds,” implying something is wrong with you.

“They barely fulfil their duties; they skipped training yesterday, and all they do in their spare time is sit somewhere, holding their head like this,” he explains, mimicking the stance he saw you in earlier.

Price asks if you’re slacking off, which could cause problems given your responsibilities. Ghost replies with a firm “negative; they are pretty attentive. They’re just not jolly about it.”

And Price looks at him, puzzled, like, “Jolly? What do you mean, jolly? Nobody is jolly while performing routine tasks.”

Ghost starts to get agitated and urges Price to take action. Price, for his part, picks up on Ghost’s concerns and agrees to speak with you.

However, Ghost has two conditions.

“Don’t tell them who reported it, and please let me know what’s bothering them. You know, so that I can take the necessary actions.”

Scruffy black haired men who can manhandle you>>> every other type of man

CRYINNNG I NEED THESE BUMS BAD

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OH THANK GOD, I'VE BEEN SO DEPRAVED OF CONQUEST CONTENT, ILY 🙏🙏

I'll make sure to stalk your page from now on, love your work ❤️❤️ (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

THANKS, ANON!!! HERE'S YOUR LITTLE CONQUEST FANFIC!!!

After the Fall

Conquest/Reader (Conquest appreciation post)

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The streets of the city lay in ruins, remnants of the chaos left by recent battles scattered everywhere. Buildings were reduced to piles of debris, and the air was thick with dust and a sense of despair. You navigated carefully through the wreckage, your heart heavy with determination. Supplies were running low, and injured civilians were in desperate need of help.

As you turned a corner, you spotted a few people huddled together, whispering nervously. You approached them, ready to offer what little assistance you could muster. But before you could reach them, a flicker of movement caught your eye.

In the distance, you saw a figure hovering slightly above the ground. The person was dressed in flowing white clothing, and though he appeared old, there was something unsettlingly powerful about him. His stance was rigid, fists clenched at his sides, and you felt an instinctual wariness creep over you.

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. The streets were already filled with too much fear; you didn’t want to provoke anyone, but curiosity tugged at you. Gathering your courage, you stepped closer to the figure, calling out, “Excuse me! Are you alright?”

As you approached, the man turned to face you, and your heart skipped a beat. One of his eyes was blind, while the other bore into you with an intensity that made you swallow hard. “Who dares to approach me?” he asked, his voice low and rumbling.

“I’m just trying to help,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “There are a lot of injured people around. I thought you might need assistance, too.”

He studied you for a moment, confusion evident on his face. “You approach me, a being of power, without any weapon? You are either foolish or brave.”

“Maybe a little of both,” you replied, a hint of defiance creeping into your tone. “But I’m not afraid to help someone in need, even if you don’t look like a normal civilian.”

“Normal civilians tend to avoid me,” he said, his voice cold. “They know the consequences of approaching someone like me.”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling your irritation rise. “And what does that say about you? If people are too scared to come near you, maybe you should rethink your approach.”

The figure seemed taken aback by your words, and for a brief moment, his expression shifted. “You speak with conviction,” he said, a hint of curiosity breaking through his otherwise serious demeanor. “Most would cower at the sight of me.”

“I’m not most people,” you replied, crossing your arms. “What’s your name?”

“They call me Conquest,” he said, his voice steady. “And conquering... is precisely what I intend to do here.”

“Great. Another villain with a superiority complex,” you muttered under your breath, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “You really think you can just come in here and take over? Look around you—this place is already a wreck.”

“I do what is necessary,” he replied, his tone unwavering. “The weak must be ruled by the strong, or chaos will reign.”

“And what about the people who are trying to rebuild?” you challenged. “They need hope, not fear. You think conquering is the answer? You’re wrong.”

“Hope is a fleeting emotion,” Conquest stated, his voice steady. “It crumbles in the face of reality. Fear ensures compliance and order.”

“Order based on fear isn’t true order,” you argued, feeling the heat of the moment intensifying. “People need to feel safe, not terrorized. If you keep using fear as your tool, you’ll only create more enemies.”

He floated closer, and you felt a surge of adrenaline. “You presume to lecture me on how to rule? I have faced countless foes, and none have stood before me with such audacity.”

“Someone has to challenge you,” you said defiantly, refusing to back down. “People can’t live like this, and I won’t let you dictate how things should be.”

Conquest studied you, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “You are intriguing, human. Most would have submitted to my power, yet you confront it directly.”

“Maybe I’m just tired of all the villains thinking they can walk all over us,” you replied, a mix of frustration and determination fueling your words. “You think strength comes from terrorizing people, but it doesn’t have to be that way.”

“Strength is all that matters in this world,” he said, his tone firm. “You are naive if you believe otherwise.”

“Maybe I am,” you admitted. “But I’ve seen what happens when fear reigns. It doesn’t unite; it divides. If you want to conquer, you’ll only create more chaos.”

He took a step back, the tension between you thickening. “Your conviction is commendable, but it may also lead to your downfall.”

“Maybe,” you replied, feeling a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. “But I’d rather fight for what’s right than submit to someone like you.”

For a moment, silence hung between you, and you could see the conflict brewing in his expression. He stepped closer again, looming over you, and your heart raced.

“I have seen many come before me, and they all feared what I could do,” he said, his voice low. “And yet, you stand here, challenging me. It’s… amusing.”

“Glad I can entertain you,” you replied, crossing your arms defiantly. “But I’m not just here for your amusement.”

“You are certainly more resilient than most,” he mused, his tone shifting slightly. “But you should understand that I do not play games. I am here to conquer, but I shall find Invincible first. Tell me where he is located.”

“And if I refuse to help you?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Then you will remain in the dark,” he replied, his tone cool. “I will not hesitate to act, and you will find that I am not a force to be trifled with.”

“Great, just what I need,” you said, feeling a mix of annoyance and determination. “Another villain thinking they can control everything.”

He tilted his head, clearly intrigued by your boldness. “You are quite feisty for someone so vulnerable. I find that amusing. Do you truly believe you can stand against me?”

“I don’t have to stand against you,” you replied, your heart racing. “But I won’t let you hurt anyone in the process. People deserve better than to live in fear of you.”

With a flicker of movement, he was suddenly in front of you, towering over you with an intensity that made you stumble back slightly. You caught your breath, looking up at him in surprise.

“Such spirit,” he said, almost admiringly. “But do not think that your bravado will shield you from the realities of this world.”

Before you could respond, Conquest leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a startling kiss. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and he pulled back just enough to draw blood. You felt a jolt of shock and confusion, your cheeks flushing as you processed what had just happened.

He groaned at the taste, an unexpected sound that sent a shiver through you. “You are intriguing,” he said, his tone shifting slightly. “But I have a mission to complete. I will find Invincible.”

You stood there, stunned and blushing, unsure of what to say. Conquest straightened, his demeanor changing as he returned to his more imposing self. “I will return for you after I deal with him.”

“Wait, what?” you managed to stammer, still trying to wrap your head around the kiss. “You can’t just—”

“I can and I will,” he replied, turning away, leaving you bewildered in the ruins. “Consider this a warning. You may find yourself drawn into a world you do not yet understand.”

As he floated away, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you—anger, confusion, and an unexpected thrill at the encounter. You had confronted Conquest, a being of immense power, and now you found yourself entangled in something far greater than you had anticipated.

You took a deep breath, the weight of the situation settling in. This was far from over, and you were determined to stand your ground. If Conquest thought he could just conquer everything without consequence, he was in for a surprise.

Underground fighter Ghost x reader

3.3k | smut, light bondage The fighter in the balaclava caught you wet handed

Who knew the top floor of the most expensive hotel in the city was an underground fighting ring.

You blinked when your cousin told you, stars in her eyes as she patted her boyfriend’s thick bicep. You’d heard all about it, about people getting absolutely beaten, injured beyond repair in the aftermath. Sure, he made quite the money from fighting, but you didn’t understand why he’d risk his life like that.

It took you a few months to realise that after the nights he came home battered, your cousin would flinch away from you. Shoulders up to her ears, she’d pull down her sleeves that had already gone past her palms, avoiding your eyes.

It was then you wished the bastard would quit his bouncer job and fought full time. The more he fought, the sooner he simply… wouldn’t return home. So when she invited you to his fight that night, you weren’t going to pass up on the small chance of watching him get beaten to a pulp.

While he won his first fight, he didn’t last long at all in the second against an opponent bigger than him. When he fell backwards with a thud from a particularly hard blow, next to you, your cousin gasped. You couldn’t say you sympathised. Motherfucker had it coming.

The crowd cheered as the referee started his count above the coughing meat. When his limp body was hauled off, your cousin broke out of her trance and rushed to the door of the arena with a sob. Blood poured out of his nose, smeared as his feet dragged through it on the white floor of the ring.

You figured she was off tending to him and would soon leave the hotel even when he didn’t warrant the attention. No matter. You remained in place among the crowd. You’d dressed up, and his departure was no reason to end the night early. Also, you probably wouldn’t experience anything like this again.

Waiters in crisp shirts distributed another wave of champagne and dainty finger food in wait of the next and final fight. Did it make you a sadist, that seeing the bastard get thumped brought you unbridled joy and made the blood pump in your veins? That satisfaction bubbled in you when his mouthpiece flew out of him after the finishing blow, knowing he deserved it?

No wonder people paid bank to watch these fights.

You didn’t have a chance to mull your feelings over, because soon, the crowd erupted. The reigning champion, Ghost, entered the ring in his black balaclava to face the winner of the previous round.

He shrugged off his black satin robe, revealing his threatening physique along with his sleeve tattoo and the black boxing shorts that hung low on his hips. A perfect contrast to his milky skin. He didn’t have defined abs, but even under the deceivingly soft layer, he was solid.

He rolled his shoulders, his back, the right half of it covered in burn scars, rippled with the movement. If you thought the last winner was big, well, he didn’t look like he stood much a chance against Ghost.

You’d witnessed the damage he could do, but it was anybody’s guess what Ghost was capable of. It was sick, like watching someone on his last mission, but he wouldn’t have been here if he didn’t have it in him. You found yourself rooting for the underdog.

The round started. The underdog put up the fight of his life, movements frantic while Ghost remained calm and calculating. Between jabs, his arms remained in front of his face, muscles bunching and rippling at his opponent’s impact.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the guilt that simmered from watching the act before you that lit your body on fire. Ghost’s feet were nimble as he dodged the attacks, like he was amusing his challenger, taking his time playing with his food.

The clock ticked away above the arena. The dance went on for the entire around without any meaningful attacks landing when you knew full well Ghost could have ended it. If he wanted to.

Thinking of the sheer power he reserved in his body sent chills down your spine. He could lift you with no problems at all, and more, you decided.

Your gaze followed him as the fighters returned to their corners for their two minute break. He scanned the audience, and when his hard eyes met yours, your heart skipped a beat. The eye contact lingered a moment too long before you could look away.

The next round started. The underdog seemed to have shaken off his panic, more precise now in his attacks, some of which were successful. Ghost, though, continued to dodge and block instead of going on the offense even well into the third round.

Was this a courtship display? Males parading their superiority over others, a promise of security. Whatever it was, it was working. You couldn’t tear your gaze off him.

The announcer proclaimed the last 30 seconds of the round. It was then Ghost landed a big punch, sending his unsuspecting opponent staggering. It was his chance for another, and another, until he straddled the poor lad, barely able to block the blows anymore. Ghost had this look in his eyes, completely locked in, like he only saw one thing.

It was clear who was going to come up on top. You snapped out of it and made your way to the bathroom. You couldn’t hold it anymore. You took the furthest stall, your heels clicked along the sparkling marble floor, past the velvet love seat by the entrance.

You didn’t want to. You cursed yourself as the thought crossed your mind. It was vile. Deranged. But as you sat down and closed your eyes to regulate your breathing, your thighs rubbed together against your will. You shouldn’t feel this way looking at a stranger demonstrating his power, even one with a massive and gorgeous body.

The crowd outside boomed, and it was now or never. You had to do something before people started piling in.

Just a little touch.

You hiked your skirt up, palming your soaked panties. You pressed on your mound, your head tipping back at the pleasure. You let out a shaky exhale, unable to stop yourself from pushing the fabric aside and circling your clit with a finger. Your breath hitched, hips jerking up towards your own touch.

It was then the door busted open. You gasped, heart hammering in your chest. The click of the lock turning echoed in the bathroom.

“Come out, little bird,” a man said, his voice a deep rumble.

Your thighs shut as footsteps approached, coming closer and closer before they stopped right outside your stall.

Chills ran down your spine. You knew no one else here. Did you unknowingly send a signal, some sort of secret code? Private societies often had covert symbols to identify each other.

“I know you’re in there. I don’t bite,” he said, and added in a low voice. “Unless you want me to.”

Heat rose up your neck. You stumbled to your feet and smoothed your dress down. It was humiliating, getting caught wet handed. You inhaled before cracking the door open, eyes on the floor, meaning to squeeze past and avoid the situation with the unknown man.

But nothing prepared you for what awaited. Ghost towered over you, his broad chest still slick with sweat, still in his shorts that hung even lower now as it strained against his growing situation. The light material didn’t leave much to the imagination. His gloves were off, but his hand wraps remained.

You froze, transfixed on the way he palmed himself.

He took a step back. “Door’s right there. If you want to leave, I won’t stop you.”

You let another beat pass. You could have sworn you saw a smirk under that mask.

“Get on your knees.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasped, pushing the waistband of his shorts and underwear down, freeing his hardening cock in your face. “Don’t be shy now, you were just having fun all on your own. Don’t let me stop you.”

Tentatively, you took his cock, warm and heavy in your hand. You gripped him, pumping lightly as you planted little kissed on his tip. He hardened more as you kissed down the side of his length, pressing your nose against the trimmed hair on the base of his pulsing cock. His musk sent a jolt straight down to your core.

You pressed your other hand flat against his muscular thigh, your tongue swiped over his tip, tonguing him. He let out a deep sigh. You looked up to meet his brown eyes boring down on you.

You opened your mouth, sliding him along your hot, wet tongue, still holding his gaze. His cock twitched in your mouth as he let out a low groan. You could never fit the entirety of him in your mouth, but you were going to try anyway. Your lips wrapped around him, your cheeks hollowed as you slid down his thick shaft. His breathing grew laboured as his hips bucked. You continued to pump him, your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, grazing the ridge of his tip every time you slid up.

Ghost’s tangled his hands in your hair as his hips jerked, but he held himself back with a stuttered breath. Thinking of him fucking your face made you whimper.

You reached down to your leaking hole, pushing your panties aside. You circled your clit, impossibly slick from the torture you endured. The contact made you hum in pleasure, making his grip tighten on your hair as he hissed.

You couldn’t help but hump your own fingers. Lost in the pleasure, your pace faltered on his cock as you moaned around him.

You let out a weak whimper when he pulled out. Your eyes fluttered open, and he pulled you up to your feet to wipe the corners of your mouth with his thumb. He undressed himself before sweeping you up in a princess carry. You let out a squeal as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He set you down in front of the loveseat, where he plopped himself down. He leaned back, muscled thighs spread as he stroked his soaking wet cock languidly. Like a predator waiting for his unwitting prey to fall into his trap.

“You want to come on my cock?”

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, climbing over him.

Ghost helped you out of your dress and bra, eyes lingering a moment on your tits.

“The heels stay on,” he said, running his paws down your sides before settling on your hips, his hand wraps rough on your skin. “Set the pace, luv.”

A hand on his hard shoulder, you pulled your panties aside and lined him up with your entrance before lowering yourself. He tipped his head back, intense eyes trained on your face made you bite your lip. You were so painfully ready for him, your dripping hole didn’t put up much a fight despite his size. The initial breach made you gasp, your eyes shut close. You sank further down, bouncing a little each time, coating his already slick cock with your juices.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, aren’t you, doll?”

You nodded, still dizzy with the sensation of being stretched wide around him.

“Naughty girl, what got you so excited?”

The sentence that started with amusement ended with a shudder as you swallowed him down to his base. You panted, your pebbled clit grinding against his soft curls as your eyes flew open.

Up close, the faint dusting of freckles on his collarbones were visible. You ran your fingers along them as you took your time sliding up and down his throbbing cock, getting used to him. Your hands trailed to his bulging biceps, trying to not make it obvious you were feeling him up.

He peeled his mask up, bunching it over his nose. “Call me Simon,” he growled, kneading your ass.

On his cheek was a fading scar that disappeared up into his mask, while his jaw was lined with blonde, trimmed stubble.

“S- Simon.” You met his piercing brown eyes as your fingers traced his soft lower lip.

“Good girl.” He grasped your jaw and leaned in, speaking against your lips as they parted. “Scream it when you come on this cock.”

You picked up your pace, exposing your neck to him as you moaned. Simon planted open mouthed kissed up your neck before licking up your throat. He inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Tell me your name,” he said, his breath hot against your neck.

You might be on him, but you’d be a fool to think you had the authority here.

You babbled your name and he moved his hand to wrap around the base of your neck. He leaned in, repeating it, tasting it on his tongue before capturing your lips.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle. He took his time with your lower hip, giving it small bites before swiping his tongue across it. You were the first to part your lips, moaning into his mouth. It only spurred him on, his tongue meeting yours as he deepened the kiss.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You were made for me, weren’t you?” He panted, his thumb caressed your hip. “Come on my cock, doll.”

Simon gathered your hands behind your back and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you flush against his firm body. His thighs parted further before he thrusted up, the move knocking the breath out of you.

You threw your head back, the feeling of him ramming your soaking pussy made you heady. His balls, now drenched in your juices, squelched against your ass at every thrust. The familiar heat pooled in your belly as the mewls continued to pour out of you. He was hitting all the right spots.

“Simon- you’re going to make me come,” you said breathlessly.

He bit and sucked on your shoulder, hard enough for it to sting, and you knew it was going to leave a mark. It was enough to push you over the edge.

“Si- I’m coming, ah- Simon!”

You unravelled with a moan that you stifled by biting down on your lip. He let you ride your high, continuing his leisurely thrusts as the tension in your body subsided. You slumped over him as you caught your breath.

“Did a good job for me,” he muttered. He angled you by the chin, kissing your neck for a moment longer before cradling the back of your head.

In a swift motion, he laid you down on the loveseat. You watched as he pushed your shaky legs open, making room for himself to climb over you. His kisses trailed from your collarbones down your sternum. Still buzzing from your orgasm, your back arched as his tongue grazed over your nipple, his hand massaging your other breast.

“You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled between kisses as he made his way to your hips.

Simon gave them a few gentle sucks before his mouth descended to your pussy. He planted kisses on your mound, inhaling your scent. He licked a strip up your slit before laving at your entrance, teasing, coating his tongue in your juices. When he pursed his lips over your clit, it sent a zap up your spine making your thighs close over his head.

“Simon-“

“Let me eat,” he grumbled, easily holding your legs down for him to feast.

His tongue continued to dance on your clit, still achingly sensitive, but your hips couldn’t help but buck up into him as you continued to leak. He let out a soft laugh and you let out a broken moan from the vibration.

You raised your head, eyes meeting his as he watched you through his pretty, blond lashes. His deep brown eyes glinted this time, like he was having too much fun tormenting you.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he said, planting one last kiss on your clit.

He positioned himself between your thighs, a knee on the couch and a foot on the floor. He slid himself along your slit, painfully slow, but the friction was enough to make your breath stutter.

“You still owe me another one.”

He undid his hand wrap with his teeth, using it to bind your wrist and pushed them above your head. He curled your fingers over the armrest of the loveseat. He sank down on you, his forearm flexing by your head. He brought the tip of his cock to your opening, nudging it playfully as he glazed himself in your arousal.

“Ready, luv?” he rasped into your ear.

“Need you, Simon,” you whined, lifting your hips to him.

He pushed forward, letting out a low groan as he entered you. His hand moved to your hip, pinning you down to the seat. It only took him a few pumps to bottom out in you.

“Love it when you say my name,” he whispered against your lips before capturing them in another gentle kiss.

His thrusts quickened, mouth moving over to the side of your head. You held onto the armrest above you as his hot breath puffed over your ear, heavy as he groaned and panted. Each plunge coaxed a soft whine out of you, pushing you closer and closer to your release. He seemed to feel you clenching on him because he straightened up before circling your clit with the pad of his thumb, making you gasp.

“Give me another one, luv,” he breathed, his half-lidded eyes trained on you. “No need to be quiet.”

He swiped up and down over your pulsing clit, the pace of his hips unrelenting. Small whimpers spilt out of you before you came undone with a moan, your body shook as your face twisted in pleasure. The pretty face he hadn’t been able to tear his gaze away from.

It was all he needed to chase his own high as he leaned back in, driving mercilessly into you. You thought you felt the loveseat skidding on the floor as he threaded his fingers with yours, still wet from making you come.

Simon pressed his forehead against yours as his eyes bored down on yours. He closed his mouth over yours, groaning into you.

“Come for me, Simon,” you said against his lips. “Want your come on me.”

His hips stuttered, whimpers tumbling out of his parted lips. He pulled out with a low moan, spilling on you before continuing to softly hump your belly to ride out his high.

He collapsed, squashing one side of your body under his weight. He nuzzled your neck, as his chest stopped heaving.

“You’re crushing me.”

He let out a small laugh, pushing himself off you and untying your wrists, his shoulders and neck still flushed. He took you by the hand to the sink to help you clean up and get dressed before minding himself.

You stood there facing each other wordlessly for a moment, unsure where to look. You didn’t want to be caught ogling him even when you were dying to, but your eyes cut to him when he pulled his mask off. You took his face in: his pale skin, his nose with the little bump on it, the way the cut on his cheek ran up next to his left eye.

Simon took a step towards you, pushing you against the sink and lifting you up to sit on its edge before giving you a chase kiss.

“Sorry about this,” he pressed his lips against the small bruise on your shoulder and the inside of your left wrist. “Would you come watch me again next week?” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“If you want me to,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Let’s get dinner.” He kissed your cheek, smiling against your skin. “I’ll drive you home after.”

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