Day 6 - uniform & authority

𐚁+⊹ | Simon knows how much it turns on user when he's all geared up and being his lieutenant self.

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Established relationship
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ps. i probably wrote these kinks wrong, and i apologise for that.
i can't find any kinktober lists i like lowkey, so i'm making my own shit up unless you guys know some, then i'm more than happy to do them :)!

also, if you guys want to see more characters than ghost, just lmk. i just write him mostly since it just saves me more time, more than anything.

this is so half assed i really didnt know what to do LOL

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Simon knew his partner inside and out by now, their dynamic, their habits, the subtle shifts in mood. On the surface, they had a pretty standard relationship. Boyfriend and partner, occasional late-night calls when one of them couldn’t sleep after a mission. But underneath that, there was always something simmering, something that lingered just beneath the surface.

They were both military, but assigned to different units, which meant their time together was sporadic at best. Missions pulled them in opposite directions more often than not, and work always came first. It was rare for their paths to cross professionally, and even rarer for them to share downtime.

But Simon had learned something interesting about his partner recently. A very specific... preference. Apparently, they had a thing for him in uniform, especially when he was barking orders, disciplining soldiers, correcting posture, or form. The more authoritative he was, the more it seemed to light something up in {user}’s eyes.

At first, Simon didn’t get it. He’d always seen his gear and his skull mask as something that put people off, something meant to intimidate. But somehow, his partner found it attractive. And not just in passing, either, they clearly got off on it. That intrigued him. Amused him, too.

He started to use it to his advantage, especially in the bedroom.

After long, draining missions, he’d sometimes still be in his gear—combat vest half-undone, balaclava pushed just enough to bare his mouth, boots still laced. And despite the exhaustion weighing on him, seeing how {user} looked at him in that state? It made the effort worth it.

He slipped into that lieutenant persona without hesitation—stern, commanding, expecting full obedience. He knew exactly how to push their buttons. If they were acting out, being a brat, he knew just how to put them back in line.

And even when they were on their knees, mouth wrapped around his , Simon held them to a standard. If the suction wasn't right or if they weren’t gagging enough, he’d pull them back and tell them to do it properly. There was no room for half-assed attempts.

He could be rough. Demanding. But he always made sure they were okay. They had safe words, boundaries—clear lines neither of them ever crossed. Consent wasn’t negotiable. But the way {user} craved his authority, craved being put in their place, it was intoxicating.

Right now, though? They were pushing it.

Simon was slouched in his office chair, still in full uniform, his gloved hand resting on his thigh as he stared down at {user}. They were kneeling between his legs, lips glossy with spit, their mouth pulled away from his after failing to impress.

They had insisted on giving him a while he worked, had begged for it, even, but now they were slacking, clearly more focused on teasing than satisfying. And Simon had no patience for games tonight.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes narrowing under the shadow of his mask. With a firm grip, he grabbed their chin and tilted their face up, forcing their gaze to meet his.

Their cheeks were flushed, lips slightly parted, breathing heavy, already turned on, already needy. But Simon wasn’t here to coddle them.

“I know you can suck me better than this, {user},” he said flatly, his voice low and controlled. “Right now, it feels like you’re just trying to waste my fucking time.”

He pressed his thumb between their lips, onto their tongue, holding it there with a slow, deliberate pressure. His tone darkened. “You know I don’t tolerate disobedience, love. If you can’t do this properly, if you can’t follow one simple instruction, then why the hell should I reward you later?”

Simon tilted his head slightly, eyes sharp. “Now,” he murmured, “either put that pretty mouth to work... or keep being a bloody brat and see how far that gets you.”