Screaming And Kicking My Feet Rn

Screaming and kicking my feet rn

*riding ghost*

NSFW: MINORS DNI

warnings: riding; smut🥴 is that enough warning lol pls don’t read if you’re a minor 😭

this honestly just popped up into my head and I frantically started typing on my phone (bear with me bc I haven’t written anything smutty in so long and never have been good at it lol) anyways happy Friday!

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New headcanons: Soap and Gaz are nosey as hell LMAO

‘𝐼 𝐿𝐼𝒦𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟 𝒮𝐼𝑅’ / Simon Riley x Female! Reader

Summary: After weeks of guessing what Ghost’s girlfriend would do for work they finally find out when they meet you, much to Ghost’s dismay.

Ghost had, had it.

He was dumb enough to answer a call from you in front of Soap and Gaz, not thinking anything of it but he was wrong.

The little shits had been non stop attempting to guess what his girlfriend looked like and what she would do for a work for nearly the whole week now.

Tuesday:

‘A goth maybe!’ Soap shouted out of nowhere

‘Oh you’re right there mate! Goth girls are fit!’

‘Can you pricks stop playing guess who and keep your fucking mouths shut.’

Wednesday:

‘Sir is your girlfriend a therapist?’ Gaz inquired.

‘Oh yeah! Maybe that’s how they met.’

‘Soap keep your fucking mouth shut.’

Thursday:

‘Oh! I know! She’s a teacher!’

‘You’ve cracked it!’ Ghost replied with fake enthusiasm.

‘Really?

‘No. Keep your eyes on the fucking road.’

It was now Friday, the squad had bagged a weekend off and were eager to get their work done so they could fully relax. And of course, Simon stupidly left his files at home.

So when he’d asked you to bring them to him he made sure to tell you to come through the back entrance (to avoid Soap and Gaz) but of course they were the first two you saw when you entered the building.

‘Why hello there miss! What can I do for you?’

You awkwardly smiled, ‘Um I’ve just brought these in for my boyfriend he forgot them at home.’

Soap took a look at the files and his heart dropped. There were some fucked up things in those files why would your boyfriend just let you have them?

‘Whose the lucky guy? And why would he let you see those?’

You laughed, ‘Simon Riley. And trust me I’ve seen worse.’

‘Oh my fucking god! Gaz!’

The man named Gaz turned around from where he was standing. ‘What.’

The man with the Mohawk repeatedly pointed at you with a big smile on his face. ‘Ghosts girlfriend!’

Gaz immediately ran over to you and started asking you a million questions.

‘You guys are very sweet -in a way but can you just tell me where Simon is and I’ll answer your questions.’

Soap grabbed your hand and dragged you to Ghosts office as quick as he could because he wanted to get answers immediately.

When Ghost looked up he groaned.

Was he happy to see you? Without a doubt

Was he happy to see you with his very inquisitive co workers? No comment.

‘Simon, I have your files.’ you said handing them to him

‘Thanks love.’ He replied pulling out a chair for you to join him at his desk.

You both awkwardly turned to Gaz and Soap as they were just stood there staring at the two of you smirking.

‘You two. Out.’

‘Yes sir.’ Gaz said immediately going to walk out but Soap held the door handle.

‘Sir I will never bother you ever again-‘

‘I find that hard to believe.’ He interrupted and you laughed.

‘Just please let me ask her one question.’

He rolled his eyes

‘That’s fine with me but ask Y/n first.’

Soap looked to you and you nodded. ‘Ask away mate.’

‘What do you do for work?’

Ghost scoffed and you looked at him confused but still answered.

‘I’m a forensic pathologist.’

They gave you a blank expression.

‘I do autopsies, collect evidence from crime scenes to do tests on.’

They finally picked up on it.

‘Oh my god! That’s so cool.’

Gaz was all ears, ‘What’s the most fucked up thing you’ve seen.’

‘One question lad.’ Ghost said gesturing to the door.

You laughed. ‘This won’t be the last you’ll see of me boys, Laswell actually requested my help for this mission so don’t worry you can ask me more questions.’

When Gaz and Soap finally left you turned to your boyfriend.

‘They’re sweet.’

‘Are they?’

‘Oh don’t lie you love them really.’

At the end of the day, Ghost walked you to the exit and waved you goodbye.

‘See you when you get home! Love you.’ You said

‘Love you too.’ He replied and as soon as he turned around his two friends stood eagerly behind him.

The pair were laughing and smiling untill they noticed the look their mate was giving them.Gaz was now shitting himself and didn’t want to dig his grave any further but Soap tried to sweet talk him.

‘I like your girlfriend sir. You did well she’s… wow.’

‘Shut up Soap fucking hell.’

(Mick and Stacy Thomson. Mick reminds me of ghost in a way.)

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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ghost x fem. reader w big tiddies 😨

genre: smut, teasing, use of names like slut, tittie fucking, ghost is BIG 😟

“c’mon pay up.” Ghost holds out his palm across the board, tongue in cheek. you let out an annoyed groan, slapping some monopoly money into his calloused hand. You cross your legs under the coffee table, resting your arms on the edge. He chuckles softly as he collects your money and placed another red hotel piece on the board under his property. You sit there with a few single bills left, and only 1 property to your name.

Your eyes start to wander, landing on his thick, muscular arms flexing as he leans back on his hands watching you take your turn. Deciding enough is enough, you take off your sweater, revealing your loose comfy bra, hanging low on your breasts. His eyes immediately dart to your cleavage, licking his lips.

“If you think you can distract me with those…beautiful tits…” his breathing gets heavier.

“You’re wrong.” He adds, sitting up straight and clearing his throat.

“Oh yeah? Let’s just see how long you can last without touching me…” You bat your eyes at him, leaning forward slightly to let your tits press up against the table. You see his adam’s apple shift, fighting the urge to cover your soft skin with hickies. You roll the dice and take your turn, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. The dice rolls a 12, which means your piece moves to his side of the board.

You sit up, kneeling, as you lean over the table, your breasts grazing over the board. Ghost sits up, leaning into you. He hooks his index finger in the middle of your bra, between your breasts, tugging on it even lower. Your nipples barely peek out, making him let out a soft groan.

“Lasted only a few seconds, Lieutenant…” You whisper, your lips mere centimeters away from one another.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart…” He mumbles, reaching over to grab your entire body and pulling you onto the floor underneath him on the rug. You yelp out, hearing the game board slide off the table, the pieces and money flying off with it. He crashes his lips onto yours, groaning deeply as his hands massage your tits.

Your fingertips graze his hair as he moves lower, your bra suddenly nowhere to be found. His lips latch onto your nipple, toying with it with his tongue. He comes up for air for a moment, his chin covered in his own saliva.

“Simon…” you whine out. He wipes his chin with the back of his hand

“Push those tits together for me slut, lemme fuck ‘em.” He adds, helping you up onto your knees.

You oblige, squeezing your tits together as his cock finds itself between the soft flesh, you can feel him throbbing as you look down at his leaking tip.

He pushes his hips back and forth throwing his head back at the warm feeling. His eyes land on the full length mirror on the opposite wall of the living room. He grabs your jaw and turns your head towards it.

“See that? Look at what a good girl you’re being f’me ” He coos, slamming his hips further. You have to admit, seeing yourself on your knees in front of Ghost like this makes him look so big.

“God, these fuckin’ tits are gonna be the end of me.” He groans, feeling him close to his high.

“You gonna fuck me now, Riley?” You pout, knowing he’d give in. “want you so bad.” He pauses his movements, pushing you onto your back. He looks over at the mirror, watching your legs wrap around his waist as his cock meets your entrance.

“That’s my girl.”

This is so fucking cute

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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Her body moves on its own, automatic and like clockwork. Protect your squad. Always protect the highest member. The words are engraved into her mind and she sees them flashing in her mind as she grabs the Lieutenant by the shoulders and shoves him around, spinning their stance and the crack echoing around them is as loud as the gasp that escapes her when the pain explodes in her upper back. She stumbles forward into a black tactical vest, feels arms catch hold of her as her knees giving beneath her body.

She pushes back, hands pressing against the vest and she feels the resistance against her pushing as they pull in. She has to make sure it didn’t hit the Lieutenant. The bullet meant for him stopped by her. She had to make sure he wasn’t dead. There was nothing and she can’t help but look up with a breathless smile.

“I got it, LT,” she says, voice faint and his eyes are wide, staring down at her as his hands press to her back. “I got it for you.”

He starts speaking, but it sounds faint almost. Like he’s so far away even as she’s in his arms. She always wanted to be there. In them. Held by them. Loved by them. Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes she’s managed to finally get there. Makes her think of Christmas the year before when she offered him a gift to ease into admitting her feelings. Probably wrong to do. She’d only been there a year and he was her superior. But just maybe…and he let her down. Not even gently, but she had doubted the man knew how to be gentle. She remembered cold eyes and an even more frigid voice that had twisted the hopeful smile from her face into a look of pure regret, eyes filling with tears as she quickly excused herself before more embarrassment could be pulled from her.

She doesn’t speak to him anymore. Doesn’t look at him, even when he speaks to her, she just nods her head, eyes on the floor. The team senses the shift, but don’t say a thing. He acts like nothing’s changed.

He’s always quiet when he talks but his voice carries a weight. A weight she can’t hear anymore as she stares dumbfounded at him, trying to figure out the words he’s saying to her. Worry. She can see it in his eyes, and she reaches up, failing to pat his chest as her hand just flops against him.

“‘s okay, LT,” she says sluggishly, head tilting towards his chin. “You’re good. Safe. ‘s okay.” She manages to clamp a hand in his vest. “We’re okay.”

There’s a hand cupping her cheek, shaking her violently to wake her, but it’s like lead has filled every pore of her body, sinking her consciousness down with it.

Price had asked him why he’d turned her down. Knew better than most on how to read Ghost, that the soldier had taken a liking to the newest young member.

“She’s barely able to look at you, let alone talk.” He gave him a knowing look. “Why not take a chance on it, Simon? Why not let yourself be happy?”

Ghost doesn’t do happy. Maybe once Simon Riley did. “She deserves more. Deserves better than me.”

He stares down at the newbie in his arms, blood still steadily flowing from her back. It’s bad. The shot’s in a bad place. The blood, it’s hot in his hand and he keeps trying to wake her up. She deserves more. She deserves better. She deserves better than to die for someone like him.

But Simon knows, much better than Ghost, we never get to chose who we die for, do we?