OMG HII I'M A NEW FOLLOWER AND I LOVE YOUR WORK!! May I Please Ask For HCs Or A One Shot Of Ghost With

OMG HII I'M A NEW FOLLOWER AND I LOVE YOUR WORK!! May I please ask for HCs or a one shot of Ghost with his s/o being self conscious/ashamed (YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN LOL) about squirting so much that he AND the bed got soaked?? THANK YOU SO MUCH MANY KISSIES MUAH 💋💖

Ghost & König w/ an S/O who is Self Conscious about Squirting a Lot

Warnings: 18+, Sexual Content, Heavy Implications of Smut, Squirting, Insecurity, Embarrassment, Dom Ghost, Dom König, Unprotected Sex, Profanity, etc.

Ghost:

First time it happened, Ghost couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

He just stared down at where his hand connected with your cunt, your cum spattered across his arm, reaching all the way up to his elbow.

The sheets below you were covered, too, a heavy downpour of your juices coating them, soaking them.

“Fuckin’ Hell,” Ghost rasped, licking his lips.

You lay wide-eyed and stationery beneath him, chest heaving with the coat tails of your orgasm.

You’d never done that before.

And the fact that Ghost only looked upon you with a heavy gaze did nothing to soothe your nerves - did nothing to reassure you that what had just happened was normal. Or appreciated.

Sweat-skinned and face flushed with embarrassment, you tried to withdraw, to cover yourself and hide from Ghost’s dark eyes.

They were unreadable. Void of anything discernable.

Before you could pull the soaked bed sheets over you, Simon’s hand tore it from yours.

“Oh no, Princess,” he said. The corners of his lips turned up, not a smile, but one of its off-colour variants, one that spelled devious.

“I’m not lettin’ you go until you’ve covered me.”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head, face burning. You tried to object.

“You…you don’t think it’s weird?” you said, testing. Receding. “I-I don’t think I can do it again–”

“Let me put it this way,” Ghost began. He pumped his fingers into you, four strong, making you squeal, sensitive from your orgasm. He began unbuckling his belt with his other hand.

“We’re not stopping ‘til you do.”

König:

König didn’t stop pummeling into you until you’d finished.

And, upon doing so, your orgasm tearing through you, you ended up spraying.

Hard.

König felt your warm cum shoot against his abdomen, coating him in a thin layer of you.

You noticed, but your mind was far too hazy with the after effects of your high to register it properly.

König finished inside you shortly after, unable to contain himself any longer.

He flooded you, painting your insides white, much how you’d painted him.

Minutes passed, your conjoined, deep breathing filling the silence.

Head somewhat clearer, giving way to distinguishable thoughts, you looked down at König.

He was, simply put, wet.

Not damp, not moist - wet.

And then, the memory hit you.

Your heart sank.

“König…?” you said, voice meek. You watched his chest and shoulders heave, with him bent over you like a bridge, eyes screwed shut.

You went to call his name again, but his lips on yours stopped you.

Between laboured breaths, he muttered dark words into your skin as if they were incantations.

“Why did you hide this from me?” he said, breathless.

You blinked, confused.

“Wha–”

“You thought you could keep this little trick of yours a secret from me.”

He said it as if it were true. The actual truth was that you’d never done that before; not with König, not with anyone.

“I should punish you,” he said, retracting only to roll his hips against yours.

You gasped, a shock of painful euphoria tightening inside you.

“I can make you do it again,” he said. There was no mercy in his eyes. No negotiation. 

“And I will.”

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Interrogation

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Synopsis: Captured by 141 while working for Hassan, Alejandro leaves you in Ghost's hands to get the answers they need.

Warnings: SMUT to the max. MDNI. Knife play, size kink, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v sex, bondage, spit play, overall a real nasty time.

Your hands tugged against the rope, itching against your naked wrists. Your hands were tied firmly to the arms of a chair. You couldn't see anything, but the small twinkles of light through the knitting of the bag over your head.

You could feel your breath fanning back against your face, chest rising and falling quickly. Your ankles were bound to the legs of the chair, and you shifted uncomfortably. You'd lost track of how long you'd been sitting- your tailbone starting to ache.

You were sure your wrists were raw as you fought your restraints. Still feeling the heavy weight of your vest, you wondered if your captors had forgotten to confiscate your radio. Shifting your jaw, you moved your head to see if you could find it.

A flicker of hope ignited in you when your jaw hit the antenna. Now, it was just a matter of turning it on. You weren't sure your reinforcements would be able to track your location. Being able to communicate with them would be much easier.

You stuck your jaw out again, trying desperately to turn on the right channel- the odds were not in your favour.

Suddenly, a loud clang sounded before you, squeaking of rusted metal, blinding light making you squint, even through the bag.

You heard boots- a lot of them, and suddenly the bag was lifted. You shifted again, letting your eyes adjust to the light, before the door was shut with a loud bang.

The only source of light now, was a single bulb that hung from the ceiling of what appeared to be a shipping container.

You looked around; six, armed men staring back at you. Your heart began to pound. They were well equipped, not shy about their heavy weaponry.

"You're the one they call Y/N?" A Hispanic accent sounded from beside you.

You turned your head, eyes focusing on the tall soldier. You didn't respond, eyes staring him down before he nodded.

"Thought you would decline to speak, hermosa," He said, taking a few steps toward you.

He glanced back at his colleagues, then made eye contact with you.

"You aren't really in a position to deny our help," He enunciated, glancing to your binds.

You still remained quiet, eyes shifting from his to stare at the metal wall behind him. There was nothing but silence, aside from quiet breaths and your heartbeat in your ears. The container creaked when any weight shifted, the soldiers before you antsy to get their answers.

Though you were restrained, you held all the power. The knowledge they were looking for.

"Habla, carajo!" He shouted, his face in yours.

You could see the anger in his eyes; brows furrowed, eyes like glass. Sweat leaked from his pores, dirt settled in the crevices of his skin, lips chapped with the heat.

Your lip twitched, trying your best to control your temper.

"Alejandro," Another man said, gripping his shoulder and pulling him back. Alejandro shook the hand off his arm, pacing for a moment.

Alejandro lifted a hand to his beard, rubbing his palm against the scruff. You heard their quiet whispers, speaking amongst themselves while calculating their next move. You watched it unravel, your gut twisted in knots.

Finally, he turned back to you, having collected himself.

"So be it," He shrugged. "I'll leave you with my hermanos. Soap, Ghost," He said, head nodding in your direction.

Four of the six men exited the shipping container, leaving you with the men you deemed to be Soap and Ghost. Your breathing was a bit shakier now, but you knew you needed to remain calm- unaffected.

You pursed your lips as you exhaled a soft breath, leaning back against the chair. You couldn't reveal Hassan's location; a mantra you repeated in your head.

"Tell us where Hassan is," The man with the Mohawk spoke. A Scottish accent accompanied his words, causing your ears to twitch.

You lifted your chin, tilting your head ever so slightly. He huffed when you stayed silent, letting your fingers tap rhythmically across the arms of the chair.

"We can protect you if things go South, but if you don't speak now, there's no tellin' what he'll do to you," The Scot said, shifting his eyes to the taller, broader man.

The other man, who also decided to stay quiet, was leant against the wall, arms crossed over his utility vest. He wore a mask- a white skull. One foot jutted out to stop him from sliding, his gaze burned holes in your face. You could barely see his eyes from your position, the single bulb offered minimal light.

Your eyes were glued to his frame, finding yourself drawn to his calm, quiet demeanour.

"I'll take my chances," You spoke finally.

The Scot nodded, lifting his arms in a defeated manner.

"Right then- all yours, Ghost," He said, gripping his rifle as he exited the shipping container.

The door slammed behind him, but Ghost stayed put. His eyes didn't budge. He was raking over your body, trying to figure you out- gears were turning in his head.

He kicked off the wall, sauntering toward you, knife unsheathed. The blade touched your throat, and you swallowed. Your heart began to race, looking up into his eyes as he leaned down. He was massive- a mountain of a man. You hated to admit it, but his size intimidated you.

"Speak, now," He ordered. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Your methods aren't very motivating," You said, eyes locked with his.

He hummed in response, the blade digging into your flesh.

"You're not very cooperative," He

"I can be, just not for you or your men," You shot back.

"Suppose you wouldn't be- Hassan pays well."

Your lips pressed together, staring into the black abyss of a man before you.

"This is futile," You said. "You're wasting your time."

"Not surprised you'd say that," He added a bit more pressure to the blade against your neck. "You're talkin' an awful lot now though, ain't you?"

"I have plenty to say- but it won't be what you're looking for. Pain isn't very convincing," Your eyes shifted from his vest to his gaze.

It was like a switch had been flipped, his head cocked every so slightly, like he'd made a sudden discovery.

He pulled the knife away, leaving a nick across your skin. You sucked in a breath through your teeth, arms straining against the rope.

"I can be very convincing," He replied. "Just takes the right touch."

You tilted your head. "What is the right touch, Ghost?" You leaned forward, lips parting as you finished his name.

Your eyes fluttered to his hands as he sheathed his knife and pulled his gloves off. Long, thick fingers, decorated with strong veins that pulsed down the back of his hand. You swallowed.

He leaned closer, hand now gripping your thigh. You tried not to focus on the way it felt- the way his biceps and hands looked. Your eyes travelled up, spotting an assortment of tattoos. You could feel saliva pool in your mouth, womb burning with a sudden desire. You wanted to give your head a shake- he was the enemy. He was going to torture you.

He could nearly squeeze your entire leg in one hand- it made your stomach drop. You dragged your eyes from his place on your leg, to find his eyes. Dark brown- nearly black.

"Only good girls get to find out, sweetheart," He said, eyes unmoving.

Your blood felt like it had run cold, the only warmth settling between your thighs. Your pussy clenched as he called you sweetheart. You wanted to cross your legs, find some sort of relief. Your eyes scoured up and down his tall frame, taking in the thickness of his thighs, the way he shifted his weight and his broad shoulders swayed. You hated the way you'd fall to your knees for him, if he asked. But there was no way in hell you'd deliver him to Hassan.

"I haven't been a good girl?" You raised a brow, nearly scoffing.

"Not in the slightest- otherwise, you'd tell me where I can find Hassan."

"I think Hassan would take issue with me disclosing his whereabouts. He's a very private person."

"That's too bad. I can tell you're wet already- was looking forward to feelin' it myself," Ghost said, standing before you. His hand reached out, the faint touch of his fingertips trailing up your clothed thigh, resting his fingers just above your pussy.

The unexpected turn from pressing a knife to your throat to his fingers ghosting your groin nearly had you speechless.

Deciding to call his bluff, you played into his new method of torture.

"You still can," You answered, thighs spreading.

You were reminded of your restraints, ankles stopped from moving any further. He removed his hand.

"Ah- then how would I get what I need?" He asked, head tilting.

"You'll get what you need. And more," You said, face stoic as you gauged his reaction.

He came closer, squatting down before you. He was nearly the same height as you now. Your lips just barely curled into a smirk, watching him 'tsk' as he shook his head.

"Now you're just bein' cheeky," He said. "Won't get you anywhere, sweetheart."

His hand reached out to your ankle, warmth radiating through his hand. He dragged his hand up your calf, inner thigh, letting his palm cup your pussy. You held back a gasp- he clearly wasn't bluffing. Your cheeks burned red, body festering with heat. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to feel about the foreign territory you'd just entered.

He tucked his fingers in a bit, seam of your pants hitting your clit. You fought the urge to let out a deep sigh. Your body was so touch starved, you couldn't remember the last time a man made you orgasm. You sucked in a deep breath through your nose, determined to push past the facade of sexual gratification he'd created.

"Sure seems like it is," You said, a bit less confident now.

"Feels good now, doesn't it?" He said quietly. He leaned forward. "'Til I ruin you. Break you in half."

"That sounds quite enticing," You sighed, trying to maintain your cold exterior.

"I'm sure it does- you ain't a good girl."

You could feel the wetness drip from your pussy, you were sure it was nearly soaking the seat of your combat pants. Thank God for camo.

"Humour me," You spat.

"I'm afraid that's a negative," He sighed. "Looks like I'll be havin' to resort to other methods."

He gripped your vest, pulling it open on your chest, tugging it up and off your body. You gasped, his hands not quite finished as they ripped your button-up open. You couldn't help but clench your teeth.

He watched your breasts spill over your bra with every breath, chest expanding rapidly. You clenched your jaw even harder, chewing at your cheek.

"Knew you weren't a good girl," He whispered. "You get off on bein' manhandled?" He asked.

You bit down on your cheek, sure you'd drawn blood, eyes half-open as you contained yourself.

His knife made another appearance, the tip landing on your neck, softly tracing its way down to your right breast, gently prodding at the tissue. Your deep, rapid breaths pushed the skin of your breast into the knife, and the small sting made you lift your chin. Ghost stuck the blade beneath the fabric of your bra, ripping it with ease. He discarded it in the dark recesses of the container.

You groaned softly, hands balled into fists as your fingernails dug into your palms. You shut your eyes, nostrils flaring.

"Suppose you'll need to learn to be a good girl," He said, his hand reaching out to fondle your breasts.

Your head fell back again, neck exposed as you tried to fight how good it felt- how badly you needed him. His fingertips grazed over your nipples, erect in the cold of the room.

You were tired. Physically, your back was aching from your seated position, body taken a beating from every mission you'd been on in the last month.

Mentally, you needed sleep. You hadn't felt good in a long time. You needed a release, a hiatus from thinking and acting. Your head fell, eyes darting from the floor to his boots. Exhaustion having taken its toll, you no longer had the willpower to resist. So you gave in, and dove headfirst into the dark abyss.

"Teach me," You whispered, eyes meeting with his.

He nearly chuckled, hands still cupping your breasts. He offered a quick pinch of your nipples, making you suck in a harsh breath.

"Receptive," He drawled. "Maybe we can make somethin' of you yet."

You nodded, body tense against your restraints as he let his fingers trail down your stomach. He yanked your belt from the loops of your pants, and would've pulled you out of the chair had it not been for the ropes tying you down.

Letting it clank to the floor, he pulled open your pants, yanking them off your thighs. They pooled around your ankles, leaving you overexposed in the dim room.

He stepped back, looking over your form- breasts exposed, blouse hanging off your shoulders. Your black panties clung to your pussy, wetness leaking through the cotton.

"You look good, sweetheart. I'm sure my men would love a look at a sweet lil' thing like you," He quipped, leaning forward to speak directly into your ear. "They ain't had pussy in ages. Would you let 'em use you?"

Your eyes opened in shock. Your cheeks flushed, the imagery sent even more warmth to your clit, tilting your hips as you grew uncomfortable with the ache between your thighs.

"You like that?" He asked, exhaling a breath of disbelief.

You couldn't help but nod, body betraying you.

"Use your words," He said suddenly, a hand coming forward to grip your cheeks. His hand squished the apples of your cheeks, puckering your lips.

"Yes," You breathed out.

"Yes what?" He replied.

"Sir," You answered. "Yes, Sir."

He left a soft slap on your cheek, nodding.

"You're learnin'," He nodded. "Won't be long now."

You breathed deeply as he rid himself of the vest, the mask covering his balaclava. Even in his shirt, you could tell he had toned muscles. Your pussy fluttered.

"Could do this all night," He said aloud, sauntering toward you, before circling you like prey.

You stared straight forward, not daring to look back at him, waiting with anticipation as he stood behind you. His hands made contact with your neck first, sliding down slowly, resting on your breast. Your breathing picked up, body jolting when he pinched your nipple. He continued his endeavour, running down to your panties. He groaned when he made contact, wetness seeping through.

"Christ," He muttered. "Wet already?" He scoffed. "I knew it."

His fingers dug into your pussy, circling your clit. You went to lift your hands up, when they were stopped by the rope, and you groaned in frustration.

"You just sit back, sweetheart. Lesson's only just startin'."

You let out a shaky breath, writhing beneath his touch. His fingers were talented, the friction of your panties on your clit had you moaning aloud. Your breath hitched in your throat, grinding your hips against his hand. You felt a slap against your pussy, gasping softly. Your thighs shut around his hand.

"Don't move," He warned, eyes stern as he looked at you.

You nodded.

He cocked his head, expectantly staring at you.

"Yes, Sir."

"Better," He mumbled.

He continued his torture, and you fought every instinct to ride his fingers. Your moans escaped without shame, body quivering under his touch. He rubbed a bit harder now, watching you with hungry eyes as you threw your head back.

Your stomach tensed, climax teetering back and forth as he circled your clit, hard and fast. Just when he felt your thighs clench, he removed his hand. Your orgasm died, pussy practically vibrating. You groaned, frustration settling in your chest.

"Only good girls get to cum, sweetheart."

You opened your mouth to protest, your furrowed brows conveying your anger.

"That's- I was-"

"Shut the fuck up before I find another use for that mouth," He scolded you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body revealing the flame of desire that lit up your womb.

"Just- please, I need-"

"You're just beggin' for me to fill your mouth," He scoffed, standing off to the side as you jumped against your restraints. "You wanna suck this cock?"

You stopped, eyes slowly lifting to meet his.

"Not sure I'll let you, that filthy mouth's been runnin' this whole time. Not sure you've quite learned your lesson."

"Please," You whined. Your eyes widened, brows drawing together as you pleaded with him. "Please, Sir."

"You sound so sweet," He drawled. "Ask me nicely."

His hands moved to his belt, pulling the leather from the clasp, metal colliding as it fell against his pants.

"Please, Sir, let me suck your cock," Your cheeks were flushed, mostly with desire, but the humiliation of begging to taste him added to it.

"There's a good girl," He stepped closer, pulling his cock from his briefs.

It was large, bigger than the outline you'd managed to see in his pants. Your eyes must've widened.

"Open your mouth."

As he neared, you smelled gasoline and gunpowder. A tinge of sweat, just enough to make your mouth water. It only reminded you he was a man's man, tough and seasoned with war-primal- and your pussy jumped.

You did as he said, letting your tongue rest on your bottom teeth as he slid his cock in your mouth. You groaned as he pushed all the way back, hitting your uvula, then receded. You gagged, sucking in a gasp of air.

"Fuck," He grunted. "Mouth is much better like this."

You didn't speak, eyes poring into his as his hands gripped the ponytail you wore. He held you still, his hips thrusting quickly in your mouth. Even through multiple gags, he did relent, growls bubbling front the back of his throat. He pulled out and you sucked in a deep breath, saliva trailing from his tip, connecting to your mouth.

He didn't wait long, stuffing himself between your lips, relentlessly pushing his cock further down your throat. Your eyes watered, throat and nose burning.

He paused, waiting for you to put in the work instead. You breathed through your nose, heart racing at the rush of oxygen. Your tongue licked the underside of him, cheeks hollowing as you suctioned your lips around him. You sucked harshly, moving your head to try and take his whole length.

"Atta girl," He said, jutting his hips forward. His hands clasped together behind his back.

You looked up at him again, watching his head gently sway, sucking in a breath every so often. Your throat closed around the head of his cock, squeezing gently. He grunted in response.

"So pretty like this," He said.

His hand reached down, gripping your cheeks.

"You're pretty, ain't you sweetheart? Mouth full of my cock," He shook your jaw back and forth, hand leaving a soft slap against your cheek.

You moaned on his cock, thighs rubbing together as the saliva dripped from your lips, the vulgar sounds of spit echoing around you.

"Enough o' that," He said, pulling his cock from your mouth. "Time to talk."

He zipped his pants back up, moving between your thighs. He stuck one finger between your pussy and your panties, yanking up harshly. Your pussy swallowed the cotton, and you let out a gasp as he tugged it against your clit.

His blade ripped through the soft fabric. He left your panties under you, moving back behind you. He didn't take his time, and instead he let his fingers drop to your clit.

You moaned, finally finding relief as his fingers worked your sensitive bud. You remembered to stay still, panting every so slightly as he took your clit between two fingers and tugged.

He dipped even further, two fingers sliding inside you with ease. Your mouth dropped, pussy clenching around him as he drove them even further in.

"You're just drippin'," He groaned.

You could hardly focus, the callouses of his fingers adding more stimulation to your insides when he began to curl them against the rough patch in you. His lips were beside your ear now, leaning down, speaking in a level tone.

"You're doin' yourself a disservice, sweetheart. Best to let us handle Hassan from here."

He gripped your ponytail with his other hand, tugging your head back to look at him. Your mouth gaped, plump lips teasing him.

"Let me cum, I'll tell you whatever you want," You gasped, mouth glistening with spit.

His thumb began to rub against your clit, and you whimpered softly, body jerking as you neared your climax.

"You've been listenin'," He sounded impressed. "I expect you'll be singin' my praises in no time."

You prayed he'd let you finish this time- you'd done well enough to deserve it. You whined on his fingers, panting as he kept your neck at the uncomfortable angle. Your lips stayed parted, looking up at him with desperation.

He broke his grasp, lifting the balaclava enough to expose his lips and nose.

"Open," He commanded. "Wider."

You opened your mouth wider, breathing heavily. He let a string of spit fall from his mouth, dripping into yours. Your tongue swirled it around your mouth, the burn in your womb beginning to spread to your clit.

"Swallow," He said.

You did as he asked, and he groaned.

"Good girl," He whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Go on, cum on my fingers."

You exhaled loudly, relief flooding through you as you clenched down on his fingers, body shaking until you bared down, unintentionally squirting over his palm.

He groaned, the warm liquid flooding his fingers, adding to the creamy sounds of your pussy that rung in his ears. He could've cum right then and there.

"Fuckin' hell," He grunted, allowing you to catch your breath, releasing your head.

He pulled his fingers from your core, they were drenched. A white ring around his knuckles, glistening in the light, a web formed between his fingers.

You were sure you were flushed all over, heart racing, cheeks reddened.

"Anything to tell me?" He asked.

You stayed quiet, eyes narrowed as you tried to recover.

"I don't mind fuckin' it out of you," He spat. "Bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Think you can handle this cock?" He asked, unzipping his pants.

"Yes Sir," You said quickly, leaning forward in your seat.

"Make a move, I'll have to further restrain you," He warned.

At that point, your instinct was not to run. You wanted to obey, feel the pleasures he had to offer.

He cut the ropes on your ankles, and one wrist.

"Get up," he ordered. You listened. "Up," He said. "On your knees."

You did the best you could, lifting your knees to the seat of the chair, which was slippery with your cum and sweat.

His palm slapped against your ass, and you gasped as the sting radiated through your body.

"Head down," His hand gripped your neck, pressing you down to the arm of the chair where your wrist was still bound.

You heard his pants come down further, and peeked over your shoulder to see his cock, hard. He ran his hand up and down his length, and you felt the nudge of his tip against your pussy. You shut your eyes, relishing in the chills of anticipation. Your ankles crossed, arching your back for him.

He pushed himself inside, bottoming out in one fell swoop. You heard him moan from behind you. He listened to the sounds of your wet pussy, hugging his cock like it was made for him.

"God," You moaned, fingers gripping the chair with white knuckles.

"He ain't here sweetheart," Ghost muttered. "You wanna call for someone, say my name."

You nodded, "Yes Sir."

You screwed your eyes shut, as Ghost picked up his speed. Cock thrusting into you as his hips hit your ass. His hands came down to grip your waist, using it as leverage to go deeper.

"This pussy is tight," He groaned, hunching over your body. "I might just break you in half," He said.

"Please," You whispered.

The chair rocked with Ghost's thrusts, but his grip kept you steady. You weren't concerned about falling, only focused on the impending climax.

His hand moved to grip your throat, lifting you to his chest while he thrusted into you. He stepped his left leg up, camo-print-covered thigh tucked against your own, and a muddy combat boot resting right beside your calf as he had you flush with his body. You let out a harsh groan as he now had even better access to your core, thrusting with ease.

"Play with your pussy," He ordered.

You let your free hand roam down, running over your clit while his cock scraped against the soft lining of your insides. You moaned even louder, body shaking in his grip. The hand around your throat squeezed, your moans becoming breathier as you gasped for air. He'd allow you a moment of relief, before squeezing down again. Your pussy clenched, contracting around his cock as your orgasm drew near.

His hands were everywhere- your throat, waist, and breasts. He took note of your pussy squeezing him, lifting the flesh of your ass to dig deeper inside you. You let your head fall back to his shoulder, lips parting with your rapid breaths.

"You wanna cum on this cock, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Y-yes Sir," You cried.

"Where's Hassan?" He asked, low and rough in your ear.

You stifled a sob, head falling to his shoulder. He slapped your hand out of the way, letting his fingers dig into your clit.

"Tell me, sweetheart. I'll keep this pretty face safe," He grunted.

Your mind was going a mile a minute. He could've easily tortured you- painfully, of course. He could've killed you. Yet, he was offering a safe place, shelter from Hassan. You were a bit skeptical, having been burned before, but he hadn't done anything untrustworthy while you were restrained.

You wondered if Hassan would show you the same mercy, knowing you'd just been captured. He didn't like his soldiers caught up in the middle- he eliminated any loose ends. You were a foot soldier; disposable. You knew your best shot at survival was to give in. Tell Ghost where he'd gone. You trusted that he'd keep you safe.

"Chicago," You cried. "He left, he's in Chicago."

"Good girl," He groaned again. "Pussy is so wet," He breathed, stirring your insides while he rubbed your clit. "Go on, cum for me, sweetheart."

You didn't need any other incentive, and your abdomen tensed as you went rigid, your orgasm rippling through you, waves enveloping your body. Your pussy drenched his cock, and you let out a strangled exhale, collapsing against the back of the chair.

"Fuck me," He cursed. "Good girl, showerin' my cock. How sweet," He cooed.

Your heart was pounding, pussy sensitive as he still pounded into you.

"Nearly there, love," He groaned. "Where d'ya want it?"

"Inside," You panted. "Inside me, Sir."

He grunted in response, unloading himself inside your pussy, thrusting a few times after to make sure it stuck, coated your insides the way he wanted.

"Keep it in there," He whispered in your ear. You nodded softly.

Slowly, he pulled out, tucking himself away in his briefs, then his pants.

"Here," He said gruffly, lending you his jacket to cover yourself with.

He leaned down, slicing the rope with his knife.

"Get dressed, we're goin' after Hassan."

When he exited, you heard exclamations, his teammates asking what happened and why it was so loud, if you were still standing. Your lips curled into a smile, buttoning your blouse and yanking your pants back over your thighs and ass.

You felt his cum leak out of you, and wore it like a medal of honour as you walked out of the shipping container, into the pack of wolves.

Ghost is silently seething, and I love it

date - simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

a/n: you have no idea how much I LOVE medic!reader so this is my spin on it 🕺🕺🕺 and like private but not secret relationship with simon holy shit I live for that shit

desc: poor guy unknowingly hitting on the lieutenant’s lovely wife

warnings: descriptions of wound/gash, slight foul language

You were nose deep in your paperwork when the doors to your office opened, making you whip your head to look at the intrusion. You body relaxed at the sight of Ghost and Soap, casually walking to your desk. Tilting your head a bit, not noticing that either of them were injured so it confused you why they were visiting the medbay.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up from your seated position to look at your behemoth of a husband. “Yeah. Jus’ wanted to see you.” He said softly, palms on the desk and slightly leaning over it. “And what’s Soap doing here?” You tilted your head to see the man behind the lieutenant, busy with his phone. Ghost crossed his arms and you could feel his annoyance radiating off his stance from the corner of your eye.

“Aye, doc.” Soap greeted you as he lifted his gaze from his phone. “I’m just tagging along, got some questions to ask L.t.”

“Should’ve asked during the damn briefing.” He said, tilted his head a bit to glare at the sergeant. You knew how much your husband hated it when people interrupt the times you guys were together, since the chance to spend time with just you were rare in the chaos that happened everyday in the base. Sometimes you were confused if he was annoyed or jealoused.

“I forgot, alright..” Soap pursed his lips and scooted away a bit, to give you and Ghost some privacy. Not a lot of people knew about your marriage with Ghost, but they know you were married by the beautiful ring on your ring finger. Only the task force knew and over time, they learned the silent queues to give the both of you some space and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Ghost placed his left palm on the table and leaned in slightly, eyes laser focused on your face. “What is it, Si?” Your tone was heavy with exhaustion as Ghost looked down at you, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed a bit under the balaclava he wore.

“Your shift ends in a bit, right?” He brought a hand to gently cup your jaw. You nodded. “I want to take you out for dinner. You need a break, love.” He said, voice hushed as he took in your tired eyes. There was a moment of silence as you lowered you gaze to the papers on your table, before looking back at him.

“Is Soap coming along too?” You teased, fighting a smile. “God no.” He replied right after the words left your mouth. You laughed before continuing, “It’s a date then.” A grin formed on your lips. “It is.” You felt his warm lips over the mask as he kissed your forehead, before joining Soap to sit in one of the empty patient rooms to wait for you. The door to the room was open, so you could hear a faint conversation and Soap’s laugh while you continued your paperwork.

Not five minutes later, the doors to the medbay opened again and a soldier walked in, clutching his hand. You looked up from the paperwork and your eyes widened slightly at the blood on his hands. “What happened?” You immediately stood up and walked over to him, guiding him to sit in an empty room right beside your husband’s.

“Accidentally cut my hand open while working in the garage. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You were sitting in front of him, his palm in your hands as you carefully inspect the gash. Your eyebrows furrowed at how calm and nonchalant his tone was, so you looked up from his palm to see he was slightly smiling at you.

“You look oddly happy for a person with a bloody hand.” You quipped before turning around, collecting a few items from the cabinet behind where you sat. The man looked down and laughed, and you could hear how- bashful it sounded. “I feel fine, doc. Like I said, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” He replied, and you can hear a hint of smug in his voice.

You playfully shook your head at him as you sat back down. The fact that he wasn’t brooding over the injury really calmed the tension, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit off. “Thankfully the cut wasn’t that deep, so you don’t need stitches. A few bandages will do.” He nodded, but you felt his gaze on you.

You shifted in your seat, ripping open an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound. “This is going to sting a bit.” You said as you held the wipe.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” The way he tried to sound cool had you cringing. The second you place down the wipe on the wound, you heard a faint hiss and you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. “You can, huh?” You met his gaze and he avoided it by looking to the side with an embarrassed grin.

A few moments of silence later, the soldier spoke up. “Say, doc,” You hummed, focused on throwing away the wipe once you were done sterilising the wound.

“What would you say if I uh- if someone asked you out? Asking for a friend.”

Your face was out of his sight since you were looking down on his palm, so he didn’t see you blinked slowly as you figured out why he was trying so hard to impress you. Suddenly you were aware that the chatter in the next room had gone silent, and you just knew that they were listening.

You looked up to see a faint red hue on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out another huff of laughter at the sight. “Did you purposefully got this wound to see me for that?” You asked jokingly as you started to wrap his palm in gauze. “Woah, no. ..but I would, if it meant I could see you again.” People asking you out wasn’t something uncommon to you, but his confidence baffled you in a way. If only he knew who you were married to.

You decided to play along, curious to know where this would lead. “Does this friend of yours.. know that I’m married? I don’t keep it a secret, you know.” You said as you raised your hand to show an outline of a ring beneath the latex gloves. He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyes focused on the ring as he kissed his teeth.

“But your husband is not here, is he? A pretty girl like you deserves to be treated somewhere nice, doc. I can take you out, tonight.” He uttered.

You felt your eye twitch and heard the chairs in the next room scraped against the floor. You tugged a bit on the gauze, making sure it’s secure. At this point you were almost done with him, so you look up to meet his gaze, but what you saw behind him made the excitement in your body skyrocket.

Thank god his back was facing the doorway, because there stood Ghost, arms menacingly crossed across his broad chest, leaning on the doorframe. Soap was beside him, his phone out and presumably recording the unfortunate moment. He even had a palm over his mouth desperately trying to supress his laughter.

An idea sparked in your head, you pursed your lips in a thin line and looked down for a bit, before meeting the soldier’s eyes again. “You think I’m pretty?” You replied in a low tone. God, you felt the goosebumps travelling all over your back, cringing so, so hard. He nodded eagerly and muttered, “So pretty.”

“…Thank you, but I don’t know.. I already have a date tonight.” You feigned innocence and tilted your head. “Really?,” he scoffed. Judging from his reaction, you assumed he thought that another soldier at the base already asked you out. Well, he was right. “Who’s the lucky fella? Is it the new private?” You playfully shrugged. “It’s him, right? he told me you rejected him..”

A bubble of laughter erupted from your stomach, both from his reply and the way Ghost stood behind him. Ghost knew well how much you liked to tease him and he’s fighting the urge to just grab the soldier and punch a hole into his goddamn face. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows, lips tugged in a confused half-smile.

“No, no not with the private. With my husband, actually. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Your gaze now landed on the figure behind the soldier, and he turned around quickly and looked up to meet Ghost’s blood curdling glare. “..L-lieutenant,” He greeted in a mix of respect and pure horror. More of the latter.

You knew Soap’s phone got a crystal clear view of the colours draining out of the poor soldier’s face, making a mental note to watch it later. His eyes widened and you could see how frigid his body had turned as Ghost walked over to your side.

“That’s right. In fact, I think we might be late for the reservation. You’re almost done, love?” He said softly to you, before enunciating the last word while looking straight into the soldier’s soul. His adam’s apple shifted as he gulped down the terror.

You nodded cheerily, releasing the soldier’s bandaged hand before standing up and walking over to the doorframe. “Alright, my nurse will inform you how to take care of the wound. It will take about a week to fully heal, so be careful. Take care, soldier.” You said with a bubbly tone before exciting the room to get ready to end your shift.

Now he was alone with the lieutenant in the room, minus the borderline-laughing sergeant behind the doorframe. Ghost said nothing as he continued to glare fucking daggers into the soldier and seeing him squirm in the seat, waiting for the nurse. He felt cold sweat run down his spine, eyes wide and trying hard to not look at the lieutenant’s gaze. The pure awkwardness and realisation of ‘I just hit on the lieutenant’s WIFE’ made him wanted to faint.

The tension was soon cut through like a knife by Ghost himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. “Rest up, soldier. You have a long day tomorrow.” He said sternly as he left the room. As if he took the pressure out with him, the soldier finally let out a deep breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

A faint “beep” and a laughter was heard outside of the door, making the scared-shitless soldier turn around in his seat. Soap peeked his head and looked at him, a grin on his face. “You fucked up, lad. Better warn the private too, if I was ya’. An’ your whole squad. Best of luck.” He spoke in amusement before walking off to find you and Ghost and letting the soldier drown in his shithole of despair.

His Parents | Bakugou Katsuki

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Description: Meeting Bakugou’s parents for the first time, and seeing his crazy family dynamic. And you have a nice heart to heart with mama Bakugou. Also black reader cause I said so

Wc: 2.3k

Warning: FLUFFY, aged up Bakugou and reader, meet the parents, black female reader, female pronouns, swearing (this is Bakugou and his mother after all).

A/n: ngl this fic is super self indulgent but i hope yall still like it.

“Oi, get your ass up and go put on something nice. Somethin’ that’ll make you look like a girl for once.” Katsuki says as he barges into your dorm room. Something you were used to after how long you have been dating, so it didn’t really catch you by surprise.

You were laying in your bed, thoughtlessly scrolling through your phone when he walked in, stopping at the side of your bed. You put your phone down and looked up at him, slightly annoyed at his insult about your appearance.

“I always look like a girl you ass.” You tell him. The ash blond doesn’t respond, only looks you up and down with a quirked eyebrow. You looked down at yourself taking in the baggy grey sweatpants and oversized t-shirt you stole from him as well as the red bonnet covering your hair. You look back up at him with a frown. “You caught me at a moment of weakness.”

He rolls his eyes. “Just make sure ya look better than you do now and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes. Don’t be fuckin late!”

You quickly sit up on your bed and give him a puzzled look. “10 min-, Katsuki there’s no way I can get ready that fast. And you didn’t even tell me where we’re going.” You argued.

He kissed his teeth as he made his way to the door. “Just shut up and do it. If ya don’t come down in ten, I’m leaving your ass here.” He says before exiting your room slamming the door behind him.

You let out a sharp sigh at your boyfriend’s stubborn attitude. You were curious about where you were going but you knew he wouldn’t tell you until you got there. So you shrugged it off and stood up from your bed to get ready. But if he wanted you to ‘look like a girl’ you didn’t want to rush it. Beauty takes time after all. 

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Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

Part 3 of JJK Farm AU

Part 2 here

A/N: this is 11 pages of straight smut, y’all. Downright filth 😤 ✨enjoy✨

CW/TW: heat cycle/going into heat, chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, lactation, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, Toji is a pervert bastard, dumbification, coercion, biting/marking, knotting, reader has mommy milker tig ol bitties (duh lol)

Word Count: 4.6k

“…..ooohh…uugggh…my head…” You groaned at the dull ache in the back of your skull as you stirred awake.

“Where am I…” you mumbled, tenderly touching around the sore spot as you sat up to gather your bearings. You noticed you were under the futon of a kotatsu, laying on a floor sofa in a wooden floored room that was sparingly filled with boxes. It looked like someone was in the process of moving into wherever exactly you were. Besides the boxes, the place looked to be clean and fairly modern.

“Hello?” you called out. As you tried to get up you winced in pain and let out a yelp. You whimpered and reached down to touch the tender ankle that was causing you pain. “Ow..” you inspected it closely and teared up at the sight. Your ankle was splotchy and discolored with bruises and a nasty rope burn.

“Owwww!” you yelled, fully realizing the extent of your injury. “Ouch, ouch! Hello!? Is anyone there!?” you whimpered, forcing yourself up in a panic, carefully putting all your weight on your good foot. You felt woozy when you were upright and quickly sank back down to the floor.

You whined in distress. “oh…” It felt like your skin was burning and when you shifted your legs, you felt the familiar stickiness of slick gathering in your panties.

“No no no…Master is going to kill me if I don’t get home soon! Ugh!”

You took a moment to compose yourself, letting your vision clear and got up once again, slower this time, to hobble around, feebly gathering in your surroundings. It was evident that it was someone’s home you were inside of, but who’s? Did someone happen to be passing by in the woods and helped you? You wondered if the home you were in belonged to the owner of that hybrid who’s trap you fell victim. If that were the case, you were certainly going to give them both a piece of your mind! Especially that rude mutt!

As you limped down a hallway, you were stopped by a voice and the sound of footsteps coming coming from around the corner you were approaching.“About time you wake up, house pet. Been asleep the whole damn day!” You gasped and pointed an angry finger in the stranger’s direction when he was finally revealed to you.

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Theft | John Price x m!reader

anonymous asked: seal anon. can i request price x male reader with the male reader stealing his hats or his clothes in general

summary: Price lets you get away with just about everything, including stealing from him.

tws: swearing, smoking, brief mention of threats

From the moment that his beanie wasn't hung up beside his coat, Price knew exactly where it was and exactly who had it, and had it been anyone else, he would have told them to ask him first before borrowing it, but considering that it was his favourite RAF pilot, he didn't take much notice; as far as Price was concerned, he was a soft touch, and would let you get away with anything and everything, turning a blind eye to things that most Captains would never, like when you pinned an American soldier to the ground and threatened them with the kirpan Perveen had loaned you, solely because they had stepped onto the grounds that belonged to the RAF; Price had seen it, but had said nothing, and when the American Commander asked him, he said he saw nothing.

It was so cold today, though, that Price needed that beanie, and when he discovered that his coat was also missing, he sighed; he lit a cigar, and shook his head, making sure that his menorah had not been moved by anyone before he left the task force's base, and made his way over to the RAF's side. He stopped when he saw you, looking so fucking handsome as you sat on the bench, wrapped up in his coat and his beanie as you smoked a cigarette; he couldn't help but to smile, taking in the sight for a moment with a fond look in his eyes before he made his way over to you at last. It wasn't until he got closer that he realised you were also wearing one of his shirts, too. Clearing his throat, Price gestured to the bench.

"This seat taken, Flight Lieutenant?"

You shook your head, smiling at him as you cleared your throat. "Not unless you want it, Captain."

Price sat beside you, spreading his legs and purposefully pressing his knee against yours as he let you lean into his side and hummed; he was starting to blush, able to feel the way that his features burned, and he knew that you would be able to see it, but he didn't mind. "You're gonna have to stop nicking my kit, (y/n)."

"Why's that?" You asked teasingly. "I thought you liked it when I wore your shirts."

"I do," he nodded, taking a moment to admire you. "I really fuckin' do, but it's only gonna get colder, and I'm gonna need that hat, and my coat."

You shrugged, snuggling up to him as you took a drag from your cigarette, nearly sat on his lap as you chuckled softly. "I can keep you warm, Sir."

By now, the blush on Price's face was more than visible and he was painfully aware of it, but he couldn't help but to laugh at your little comment as he shook his head. "I don't doubt that, but what about when you ain't around?"

"Then steal mine," you told him jokingly. "You know where I keep everything."

"Y'know, I just might," he admitted playfully, flicking the ash from his cigar down onto the ground. He could hardly keep his eyes off of you.

You always looked so good in his clothes, and he was never sure why, you always looked like the most attractive man on the planet whenever you stole his clothes, and although he wanted to be annoyed that you were leaving him in the cold, he couldn't bring himself to feel that way when you just looked so fucking good; his breath hitched a little when he realised that you had noticed him looking.

"Price," you said gently. "I'm your boyfriend, why the fuck are you nervous about checking me out?"

He shrugged. "I'm old fashioned, I don't think I should be looking at you like that constantly."

"Well, you have my permission to," you told him, gently tapping his thigh. "You have my permission to check me out as much and as often as you want, Captain."

He smiled, sighing when he heard his task force calling for him, but he couldn't bring himself to leave; it wasn't exactly going to be urgent anyway, it was never urgent when they called him from the safety of the base. Usually, Soap had set off some explosives and nearly caused an accident, or Gaz had a question about a certain technique or piece of equipment; it was never urgent. So Price relaxed a little, putting his arm around you when you eventually moved to sit between his legs, biting at the inside of his lip as he rested against you.

"I need a hand tonight, by the way," he said quietly, murmuring against the back of your neck between drags from his cigar. "I need to make some more Kugel, Rugelach, Sufganiyot and Challah."

You hummed, shrugging as you licked your lips and took a long drag from your cigarette. "I can give you a hand... you okay to start at six?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Whenever you're around - I have enough for tonight, but not for tomorrow."

"I'll lend a hand," you agreed. "You having guests?"

"Just Gaz, Laswell and her wife, Ghost and Rudy," Price admitted. "And you, if you wanna come over."

"I'd love to," you told him with a nod. "But I'm not gonna stop stealing your clothes."

Price couldn't stop the laugh that formed in the back of his throat, scoffing as his grip on you got slightly tighter, his voice dropping to a playful growl. "You best watch what you're saying, Flight Lieutenant."

"Or what?" You challenged. "You gonna make me regret it?"

"I just might," he mumbled. But then he cleared his throat, and gently kissed the back of your neck as he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "One day, we need to have a serious conversation about whether or not you're moving in, though."

"I can't get the time off just yet," you admitted quietly. "But I have a few holiday days saved up... if you could let me know when you're ready, I could use 'em so we can get it sorted."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you agreed. "I wanna move in with you, John, I really do, it's just finding the fucking time."

"I know, pup," he huffed, daring to gently nip at the edge of your ear. "Take your time, though - I have to hide all my good clothes to make sure you don't fuckin' nick 'em the second you start living with me."

You grinned, swiping your tongue along your bottom lip. "You think that little of me?"

"I do," he joked. "I think that little of you, and then some."

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