Ghost Reversing A Car.

Ghost reversing a car.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Ghost's voice, no context needed

@charnelhouse sorry for spaming, thought you might like this...

“x reader is so cringe.” to YOU. im reading this shit and having a ball ‼️

Kerosene Touch

Tags: soft!Ghost, creampies, thigh fucking, slight somnophilia, blood and injury, resolved sexual tension, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional sex, sharing a bed, one bed trope, friends to lovers, vulnerability, mentions of a bad past, self doubt, breast fondling, touch starved

Ship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Summary: When Ghost gets injured during a fight, it’s your job as his (almost personal) medic to help him out but the stubborn man refuses until you both get to safety. Good news, there is a hotel where you can clean him up and get some rest. Bad news, there’s only one bed and a lot of unspoken, unresolved tension between the two of you. 

   The cold of Russia’s late winter was harsh enough to seep through the car’s exterior. Despite the heater being on full blast, you still felt the draft of brittle dryness biting at your skin. Teeth chattering, you raise your gloved hands to your mouth and try to exhale your hot breath onto your numb fingers.

   Ghost looks over at you from the driver’s seat, just for a moment before his eyes are back on the icy roads. “We’ll be at the next village in no time,” he tells you.

   “Thank god,” you mutter. “I think my fingertips are gonna freeze off!”

   Ghost thinks of taking your hands in one of his. He could spare one hand on the wheel to help warm you up, but the thought of touching you leaves a bitter taste in his mouth- not at disgust of you, but himself. He has no right to touch you, to taint your skin with his contact, to mar your flesh. So he doesn’t, instead simply allowing his fingers to curl tighter around the steering wheel.

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GHOST.

# JET LAGGED ! — toji fushiguro

• summary - toji fucks you dumb on a private jet.

• pairing - ceo! toji x wife! reader

• content warning - afab! reader, public fucking??, dom! toji, sub! reader, doggystyle, throat-fucking, ass slapping, use of pet names such as ( baby, slut, mama ) breeding kink, reader has a tramp stamp and toji has hand tats idk why.

• a/n - hiii omg, i had fun writing this one. please excuse any mistakes i was high making this. 🧍🏽‍♀️i love u all and thank u for reading, i hope u enjoyyy <33

you poured a glass of champagne before getting comfy in your seat. your husband, toji, had strung you along on a business trip to europe. you’ve always wanted to go — and he knew that — so he had a thought.

why not bring his favorite woman to accompany him on this journey?

you took tiny sips from your glass as you read over a few pages of your current book, toji sitting across from you with your legs on his lap. he was rubbing your freshly painted toes all the while staring at you like a starved man.

“everything okay, my love?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows in an inquisitive manner. you looked so damn cute. you’d gotten your hair done before the trip — those lengthy, pretty braids that he loved to pull on while you cried out his name from under him.

“you look good.”

if there was anything you knew about toji, it’d be that he hated being pissed off — and that’s exactly what you’d done. being such a brat that you couldn’t wait until you landed at your destination, you decided to fuck with him in an attempt to get him all riled up — but you were playing with fire here.

if there was anything you knew about toji, it’d be that he hated being pissed off — and that’s exactly what you’d done. being such a brat that you couldn’t wait until you landed at your destination, you decided to fuck with him in an attempt to get him all riled up — but you were playing with fire here.

“i should bend your ass over and fuck you right now, but that wouldn’t be very appropriate of me now would it?”

your lashes batted at him, a slight smirk on your pretty face. “what’s stopping you?” you test, earning a look from toji. he wanted you — so badly too, but he knew the flight attendants would most definitely hear your moans echo throughout the plane.

cause when toji hit it, toji hit it good.

“what’re you bein’ a brat for?”

“what’s wrong, baby. can’t play your own game?” he knew what you were referring to. the little kitchen mishap this morning before your departure. he’d been teasing you — kissing the sweet spot on your neck in an attempt to have a quickie before heading to the airport. the two of you were already behind on time and you knew how important this trip was — toji, on the other hand, was willing to put it on pause.

“y/n, watch your mouth.”

“you started it,” you mumble, but rather quietly cause you knew that if he heard that fall from your mouth you’d be in a load of troubl—

“what was that?”

you pretended not to hear him, quickly averting your eyes back to the book in your hands. toji removed your foot from his lap and arose from his seat, now standing directly in front of you, being face to face with his bulge.

“take my pants off.”

your doe eyes gape up at him, “toji we’re landing in two hours, would you sit down and wait until—”

“does it look like i give a fuck? take my pants off.”

he had to be joking. there was no way he’d fuck you on this plane right now — not when there was a possibility of someone seeing you. toji was a private man. you’d told him once before that you were into the idea of fucking in public, but he shut you down — saying, ‘that pussy is only for me to see.’ he liked to keep you to himself, although that statement didn’t really seem to apply right now.

you couldn’t deny the pool between your thighs as you reached for his belt. you peered up at him just to see him already staring down at you with a stern look on his face. once you removed his slacks and underwear, his thick cock sprung out, hitting his stomach and leaking with precum.

he obviously wasn’t too mad about your attitude.

“you know what to do.”

and you did — without another hesitant thought, you stuck your tongue out and licked at his slit. after a few more licks, you engulfed him into your mouth, lips closing around his tip as you slowly began to move your head back and forth. this only earned praise from toji, him muttering things like ‘yes, just like that’ and ‘such a fuckin’ slut’ from above you.

the praise only encouraged you to take him deeper, your head moving faster and his hand coming to the back of your head in a team effort. you were swallowing him up, almost the whole thing, but he was wide and your mouth was only so big.

“that’s it, take it all. feel it hittin’ the back of your throat, hm?” he asks, watching your eyes begin to tear up as your mouth produced the most lewd sounds he’s ever heard. you were gagging and moaning around him, trying your absolute best to make him proud. toji noticed your fists beginning to bawl as your nose got closer to his pelvis.

you poor thing. with a a few more sucks, he allowed you to let him go, letting your back hit the seat as you coughed and caught your breath. you had a mixture of pre-cum and saliva on your face — and he was still leaking.

with his dick in his hand, he lifted your chin up, allowing himself to get a better look at you. your plump lips were swollen and you were breathing hard. his pretty girl. toji tapped his thick cock on your lips as you gave him a small grin.

by the look on your husbands face, you knew he was about to wreck you. you loved when he got like this — frustrated and determined, even if it ended with you not being to walk straight the next day.

“turn around and arch your back. lemme’ see that ass.”

you wasted no time doing so, hiking your dress up and moving your thong to the side, showcasing your pretty cunt that was just glistening and waiting to be stretched. your pussy drove him crazy. from how pretty it was, to the way it sucked him in when you fucked — it was a blessing and you felt like heaven.

bringing his tatted hands to your ass, he spread your cheeks apart to give him a better view of your thumping hole. he kneeled down, placing his tongue on your folds to get you nice and ready — even though you were already soaking, and he wanted a taste.

“ooo- fuck, baby!” you yelp, feeling him tongue fuck you for a brief moment, then sending a slap to your ass. before standing, he spat on your cunt and used his thumb to spread the liquid across your folds. with a hard cock in his palm, he aligned himself with your entrance, rubbing his tip against it.

“look at how wet you are, doll. i could just slide right in.”

“toji— please, fuck! stop teasing me.”

that response sent a harsh slap to your ass, “talk to me nice. that mouth is what got you in this position to begin with.” he wasn’t wrong. you did in fact get yourself into this — but you’d do it over and over again.

“t-toji, please put it in baby. i need you. i’m sorry..” you cry out, a bit too loud, as you inch your ass back on him to feel something. laughing at you desperation, toji finally slides his cock in — your pussy warm and tight. you were squeezing him just right, but you were holding back for some reason.

“it’s too big— aah, oh my god.”

“don’t run, mama. remember all the shit you were talking before, hm? now you can’t take dick?” he asks, his head tilting to the side as he works your pussy. the stretch was a mix of pleasure and pain. the man wasn’t even all the way in yet and you were begging for him to take some out.

after a few more gentle strokes, toji’s speed eventually picked up. you could feel every crevice of his cock glide against you and he felt so fucking good. he was giving you long strokes, pushing all the way in and then sliding all the way out leaving only a bit of his tip in every time.

he was so deep.

“goddamn, y/n. you’re creamin’ on it, such a good girl,” toji groaned as your ass began to clap back on him, your flesh coming into contact with his stomach as you left a white ring around his cock like a snail trail. the sight of his dick sliding in and out of you had his face scrunching up as he followed your rhythm, giving you hard strokes.

you reached out your arm behind you, pushing and clawing at his stomach, “oh— aah, toji, you’re in my stomach baby! fuck please cum in me, i want it so bad!” you shout. toji was honestly surprised no one has come to check on the two of you yet. you were so noisy — maybe they got the hint.

“make me cum, love. you can do it—fuck! pussy’s takin’ me so well. look at that— in and out in and out.” his inducing words only motivated you more, your ass jiggling with every thrust he gave you and your pussy singing a pretty song. toji could feel his stomach tighten up when you came again, clenching around him with the intention of milking him for all he’s got.

“shit—m’ bout to cum. fuck, yes. gonna’ fill this pussy up.”

with one final thrust, toji came. his grunts and small moans sounded so good — almost making you want to cum again on the spot. he lazily slid out of you, your pussy making a squelch sound as you released his cock. he kissed the tattoo on your lower back and all the way up your spine before planting one on your lips.

“are you still mad at me baby?” you ask with an innocent, yet breathless smile on your face. he slaps your ass playfully and you wiggle it, giggling. after toji pulls his pants up, he helps you fix yourself up — adjusting the straps on your dress and putting your shoes back on your feet.

“thank you for bringing me, toji.”

the scar on his lip turning upwards into a smile as he mushed your face in his hands, giving you a kiss.

“anything for you.”

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