Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Midnight terrors

S ! M ! U ! T

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Even from under the blanket you could hear the sucking noise of Ghost caressing your clit. His hands held onto both of your thighs strongly and with every lap of his tongue he had to pin them back down onto the mattress as you would move too much for his taste. You could tell by the slightly annoyed grunts leaving him every now and then.

"Simon it's just been...," moaning interrupted your own sentence once his index finger pushed inside you.

"..., so long... Fuck...,"

It really has.

You had nearly forgotten what his mouth is capable of and just how much he had always loved pleasing you in all ways possible. How well he knew your body and apparently still did as he wouldn't see anyone else after you two broke up. You sure were the only one on his mind.

Another finger. He muttered quiet words of admiration straight into your heat as you got a pillow to moan into. You never trusted those glass doors that held the loft together one bit.

Your hands allowed themselves to slide under the blanket and entangle with his hair and play with the soft strands. It has grown into a messy, golden cut that still suited him well and he couldn't be bothered to shave as he was still somewhat recovering. You weren't complaining since it gave you the great opportunity to dig your fingers into it.

Just as you wrapped one leg around his head you were both interrupted by that damned glass door of hell being opened, having you yelp quietly and close your legs with Simon cursing since you nearly crushed his head.

In the doorway stood a drowsy Marla with her plushie.

"Marla! Hey, darling...," you swallowed deeply and shifted underneath the blanket to at least try and hide the massive hunk underneath.

"Archie won't stop talking and I can't sleep Mumma..."

You could feel Ghost hold your calves and stay quiet down there, not knowing if this "hiding" is really the better option than just appearing no matter how awkward this may be.

"He wh-what? Talking? Daddy brought you to bed-"

The tiny one stomped closer to bed and attempted to climb on top but you quickly sat up and stopped her from grabbing the blanket and revealing Ghost underneath. The man himself stayed calm and listened carefully.

"Archie is not sleeping anymore...He annoys me,...I want to sleep here....."

"He woke up?" you tried to stop her from climbing onto the bed but would only fail as she would already sit on the corner of it and squeeze her plushie – she did not seem to notice her father underneath the blanket.

Marla nodded and wiggled her legs.

"Where is papa..."

Well...

Before you could try and think of a child-friendly explanation you were interrupted by Archie's crying already. Thank God.

You got up and rushed to the wardrobe to get yourself a pair of underwear. Seeing you in a loose shirt only made Marla giggle out loud.

"Mommy you're nakey..."

"Yes dear...Let's...Come on, let's check on your brother, hm? He's all alone now..." you nearly tripped over as you tried to close the drawer with your hip – a struggle Ghost could register from beneath the blanket and had him hold back a chuckle.

"But he annooooooooys..."

"Don't say that darling, come on..." you blew a strand of hair out your face and carefully picked her up to leave to the childrens' space and check on your crying son. Much to Ghost's relief as he was certain that he was close to suffocating beneath that blanket. As soon as you and Marla left the room the giant snuck out the blanket and wiped his face generously. He checked the new watch you got him and saw that it was around midnight already. How bad he would've liked to devour you. He didn't feel this turned on in a long time and could really see himself finishing you off tonight. Once he heard the twins start to fight though, he knew better than to imagine possible erotic scenarios with you and got up to fulfill his fatherly duties.

"AND YOU ALWAYS TALK IN SLEEP! ARCHIE IS ALWAYS LIKE BLA BLA BLA, BLA BLA EVEN THOUGH IS SLEEPY TIME!"

"YOU ARE STUPID, MALA!!!" the boy would defend himself with tears streaming down his cheeks. Marla crossed her arms and looked at you with such fury; You never knew how to deal with her tantrums that could become quite mean. Especially towards her brother.

"Hey you both...Don't be mean!"

"MOMMY...," the boy wiped his tears hastily and took a deep breath before continuing, "...MALA ALWAYS FARTS AT NIGHT! ON PUPPOSE!"

Now his sister would start crying.

"I DON'T!"

"YOU DO! AND IT SMELLS!"

Children.

You were the one that's supposed to be crying. You were finally getting things on again with Simon and now this. Motherhood sure is magical.

"You two...Just..."

A yelp was heard as Marla threw her pillow at Archie and had the boy get up furiously and charge at his sister. You shook your head and stepped in to grab his arm but he had already punched her and received a skilled kick from Marla, who was way stronger than the little boy.

"SIMON!"

The lieutenant already rushed into the space and picked Marla up with determined, fast movement.

"Now what's happening 'ere?!"

"MALA HURT ME!"

"ARCHIE PUNCHED ME FIRST!!!"

You held Archie in your arms and stood in front of the tall man carrying Marla. Both of them were pretty occupied with trying to see who of them could cry louder. Ghost and you both kept your eyes shut at their volume.

"I don't need to know who started first," Ghost murred as he stroked Marla's curls out her face and wiped some of her tears, "it's late at night...You both should be asleep."

"Papa, Archie woke me up! He is always talking!!!"

"So? Is that a reason to be mean to your own brother? 's far as I remember, you were the one sleepwalking nearly every night not too long ago, hm?"

She was too proud to answer to that as he was right. She would just sniffle quietly in his arms and angrily look away from her brother who was still sobbing in yours.

You stroked along the soft, blonde hair of Archie and kissed the top of his head before whispering,

"...And what about you Archie? Why couldn't you sleep and woke Marla up?"

"I had nightmare, mommy... Papa was eaten..."

You frowned at his scared, cracking voice.

"Oh no...No no, he is right here darling...Next time you just come straight to the bedroom, yes? Papa is always there... No monster could eat him..."

" 'm way too strong for that, Arch..."

The boy giggled quietly into your shoulder and hid his face.

Marla let her index finger run along the gold chain around her father's neck.

It was peaceful for a second.

Getting things on with Simon will have to wait.

"You want to sleep in the big bed, hm? Is that better? No more fighting?"

Both kids nodded quickly and you watched Simon get both of their plushies and lead the way back to the bedroom where you would get cozy together and both have one of the twins on each side. Archie preferred to sleep next to you and Marla was curled up between Simon's torso and his arm – it's where she felt the safest. As both kids were not satisfied and falling asleep rather easily, you kept your gaze focused on Ghost next to you who stroked along Marla's back and waited for sleep to take her in fully. As soon as the bedroom was filled with their tiny snoring, you placed a peck on his shoulder and he'd tilt his head to face you completely. He looked happy. That smile on his face a true sight for sore eyes.

"Rascals..." Ghost whispered before placing a kiss on the bridge of your nose and watching you fall asleep as well. That's when he tried to do the same; once he knew all of you safe around him.

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Can't believe Marla just be farting like that lmao she's cheeky as hell