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I should finish hannibal

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Wow I love hatsune miku

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Also have you noticed little me dancing to my music

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Mission cw: cussing, treating wounds, incorrect use of medical tools, reader is X and uses they/them pronouns. Ghost and X were on a mission together. It was autumn, which meant everything was soggy, wet and muddy. The two of them had just found shelter in an old shed and were now waiting for medic evac, because X had gotten hit badly.

“Fucking hell-”, X huffed as they held their bleeding arm. “I hate this so much-”, X hissed. “Come on, don’t talk so much..”, Ghost said, as he prepared the things for an emergency-on-the-field-surgery. X wasn’t too fond of things like this, as they didn’t trust other people with their own wounds.

“Can you please take your gear off, so I can reach the wound?”, Ghost asked, not even looking up. “No..”, X whispered, almost inaudible and overtuned by the rain falling against the small, half intact window on their left. “What?”, Ghost asked, now looking at X. “I don’t wanna..”, the other one mumbled.

“But you have to”, Ghost replied in a stern voice. “I’d be bad if we keep that bullet inside of you, you know?”

X huffed, already kind of overwhelmed, but then started to slowly take their soaking wet gear off.

“Good job..”, Ghost hummed as X pulled up their sleeve so Ghost could access the wound.

“I’m going to disinfect it now.. it might sting”, Ghost warned, making X flinch away. “No- you can’t do that”, the masked man sighed, “you have to stay still.”

“‘m sorry-”, X sniffled, close to crying, because it all was too much.

“Oh X..”, Ghost sighed as he slowly pulled the other into a hug. “It’s okay to not be fine”, he whispered as he held X in his arms while disinfecting his wound.

X was shaking ever so slightly as the man in the balaclava started to fumble in the shorter soldier's wound with a sterile pair of tweezers. “Doing so well for me..“, Ghost whispered as he planted soft kisses through his mask on X's head. “I’m almost done.”

X had closed their eyes and was gritting their teeth so not one singular sound would escape them. The shaking had picked up quite much as Ghost had finally retrieved the bullet from X's upper arm.

“There we go.. You persevered so well”, Ghost mumbled as he took off his helmet and mask.

Simon planted another few soft kisses on X's head, who's tears were still flowing, not only because of what had happened just now, but also because of the amount of affection he was suddenly receiving.

“You’re okay.. let it out, I’ll be here”, Simon said and started to draw small patterns on X lower back. “You must be cold, huh? Evac won’t be here until tomorrow, so we kinda have to spend the night here..”, the scarred man explained, and pulled out a blanket from his backpack, which he threw over X.

“Are you feeling better..? At least a bit?“, he asked quietly. “Mh-”, X answered, not in the mood to talk at all.

“M’kay.. you should get some sleep, I’ll keep watch”, Simon whispered, planting another kiss on the smaller ones head, as well as on his temple.

X slowly lifted his hand to find the one of the bigger man, which he carefully took. Simon didn’t do anything, signalising that it was okay for X to hold his hand for comfort.

After a while, X fell asleep in Simons arms.

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Debrief

CW: +18, slight dom/sub undertones, dom!price/sub!Ghost, degrading, praising, a leash, they checked colour like once, I think? But I swear they have a safe word

It was late evening as the debriefing had finally ended. During the whole meeting, Simon "Ghost" Riley had the feeling as if someone was watching him. But every time he tried to meet the person's eyes, they seemed to look away.

“..And with these words, I let this debrief end”, Captain Price echoed.

“Finally.. this shit was getting real annoying..”, Ghost breathed to himself, in the hope that Price wouldn’t have heard it. But in fact, he did.

As everyone was leaving, as well as Ghost, a firm hand held the man back. “You stay”, said a stern voice which belonged to no other person than Johnathan Price himself.

“Why?”, Ghost asked. “I need to discipline you a little more as it seems. Calling your Captain annoying.. isn’t so nice, Simon.”, Price spoke, making Ghost let out a shaky breath.

“Come”, the other man ordered as he pulled Ghost to his desk. He started to trail a hand over the taller man’s chest up to his shoulder, then pressing him down until the masked man was sitting at his captains feet.

“There we go.. good boy”, Price hummed, knowing what effect it had on Ghost who was now looking up at him with slighty glossy eyes.

“What should I do with you, hm?”, the Captain asked, not expecting an answer.

“Suck me off”, he demanded, as he pulled his pants and underpants down, “make me hard so I can fuck you into obedience.”

Ghost looked up at Price, not saying a word, as he slowly pulled his mask up to his nose and licked down from Price' tip to his shaft over his balls and back up before taking the head into his mouth. “Hands behind your back”, Price ordered, earning a slight whine from Ghost, making him shiver ever so slightly.

The blonde was now trying to take more and more of his captain's cock slowly, getting Price' length to full hardness. After a few seconds he had to breath though, so he lifted his head and suddenly he was pushed completely down by the captain, all the way down. Price was forcing the lieutenant to take his whole cock into his mouth and deep throat him, making the brunette groan out in pleasure.

Tears were running down Ghost's face, getting caught in his mask. But he loved it. He loved being used by his captain like this. Saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth as Price was fucking his mouth passionately. After a few more pumps, Price pulled Ghost off of his cock, softly wiping precum and saliva off his mouth. “You did great..”, Price praised, “now get up and bend over the table like the dirty whore you are.”

The mix of degrading and praising was driving Simon insane. After he had pulled off his mask completely, Simon just obeyed Price without even knowing what he was really doing. The lack of oxygen was adding up on his lightheadedness. As Simon was laying there, he could feel cold, slick fingers circle his rim before one of those delicious fingers pressed into him, knuckles deep. “Fuuck..-”, Simon whined out as the captain slowly started moving his finger to get Simon used to the sensation, before he added another finger, making the blonde's knees buckle a bit.

John started to make scissoring movements as he stretched out the other man. Soft moans escaped Simons mouth as a third finger was added. The cold lube contrasted Price' fingers so well. Simon pushed back on his captains fingers and tried to get some friction to his dick by rubbing it on the edge of the table, earning a slap to his ass.

“So desperate..”, the captain cooed. “Please..”, Simon begged. “Oh you’re so pathetic”, Price snarled and pulled his fingers out of the younger man. Simon heard the lube bottle open and close again.

“Hold still”, Price said as he put a leather collar around Simon's neck and pulled on the leash that was attached to it, forcing Simon to arch his back so sweetly. Price positioned himself between Simons legs. "Colour?" "Green, sir..", Simon answered. And so Price spread Simons ass and slowly slid inside of him, earning a long, deep groan from the other man. Price bottomed out without leaving Simon time to adjust, who was now panting and squirming in pain. Price knew exactly where Simons tolerance ended, so he knew he could continue. “I said hold still”, Price growled as he harshly pulled at the leash that was connected to Simons collar, making him choke slightly.

“Be a good boy and keep quiet.. the others are sleeping”, Price warned, earniing a nod from Simon.

Then without warning, the captain started to move, drawing long, high-pitched moans out of Simon. He was so pent up and so close to cumming that he started rocking his hips back a bit, earring a hard slap against his ass again, making him hiss in pain. “Hold still or I’ll have to restrain you completely! Tie you up so you can not move at all! I’m going to tie you up to this very desk and fuck you all night long until you beg for me to stop! And all the other recruits will hear you and think oh what a slut the Ghost is!”, Price hissed and hit Simon again, making the other man flinch. “‘m sorry sir-”, he panted as tears ran down his cheeks. “You better be!”, Price growled and started thrusting into Simon with full force, making him a moaning, whining mess. “Oh you’re such a slut..”, John panted.

Filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin were filling the big office in which not so long ago were about ten people seated. The thought of that made Simons mind go feral. What if there was still someone outside? Would they hear them? Would they jerk off to them?

All those thoughts buzzed through the blondes body, making him clench around Price cock.

“Fuck.. I’m close.. ”, the captain groaned as he pulled harder on the leash, making Simon arch back even more. Price' thrusts became more sloppy and then finally, hot warm liquid filled up Simons insides. “Sir- fuck..- let me cum.. please-”, Simon whined as he was desperately trying to get friction on his cock by rubbing it against the edge of the table.

“You may..”, Price said, as he fucked a few more times hard into Simon before he also came, painting Price' desk white.

The older man then pulled out and went to get a towel to prevent making even more of a mess since his own cum was already dripping out of Simon, who had stoll some tears falling down his cheeks as he slowly calmed down. “You did so great. such a good boy for me..”, the captain cooed as he kissed up Ghosts back. “Take some water, you deserve it..“, he said and handed him a bottle. Ghost thankfully took it and drank as much as he could before handing it back to the other man.

“You did so well for me..”, Price praised again and planted a soft kiss on Simons forehead.

"Come one, let's get you cleaned up, m'kay?"

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Nightmare

CW: brief mention of a panic attack, X being nonverbal, fluff, reader is they/them and is called X It was a cold autumn night, rain was falling against the closed window and the air was humid. Wind was blowing heavily through the trees outside of x room. Over all that wasn’t a big problem, but as of late, they had way too many nightmares. Just like that night. 

X was tossing and turning, dreaming about god knows what. 

Suddenly, they shot up as tears were streaming down their cheeks. X's breathing had sped up as they were clutching the blanket that was almost falling down the bed. 

Usually X would just lay back down and continue to sleep, but this time, the nightmare was particularly bad.

X thought about what they could do now, still shaking slightly. 

Without much considering, they got up with their blanket around their shoulders and started walking through the chilly, dark hallways of the base. 

X cursing themselves out for not putting on his long sweatpants, as their legs were now freezing.

Finally, X reached Königs room. The man had always made X feel this special kind of safe, which was why they were now searching his contact. 

Then, X knocked. 

Suddenly, their guts dropped.

What if König didn’t want to see them?

What if he was exhausted from working?

What if-

Then, the door opened, and König was standing right in front of them. “What’s wrong?”, he asked tiredly. X wanted to say something, but his throat felt as if a rope was knotting around it, denying any words to exit his mouth. They needed to answer. If they didn't, König would send them away.

Suddenly, everything felt heavy. The air, the blanket, the stare König was giving him.

The younger individual wanted to say something. Anything. Tears were forming in his eyes again and his breathing picked up pace.

“X? What happend? You don't seem very well”, König mumbled concerned. In these moments, X wished that they was able to communicate without words. König stepped forward, silently asking if it was okay if he hugged X.

The shorter individual nodded slightly, immediately having big arms wrapped around him. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay..”, König whispered as he led X into his room to his bed. Then, he sat down, pulling X down with him as he carefully drew small circles into the small of his back. 

X was now slightly holding onto Königs shirt, as if he could vanish if the moment let go. 

They had missed Königs touch so much. 

Then suddenly, König let himself fall to the side and into a lying position and drew X close to his chest.. 

“Nightmare…”, X whispered under his breath. “It’s okay if you don't feel like talking, you don’t have to”, König reassured. 

After a while, X turned around to face König, who then moved to lay on his back to make it easier for the other to cuddle up to him.

König softly kissed X forehead and wiped away their tears. Then, he moved his arm to his drawer in which he kept multiple different kinds of sweets. Then he pulled out cookies and gave them to X, who eventually had stopped crying. “Look.. I found cookies”, he said, making X look up in confusion. “Eat it”, König whispered, handing a cookie to X, who then started to nibble at it.

“Tasty?”, König asked quietly, making X nod. I hope you enjoyed my first post here on tumblr!