#consentual

[sugarry-sins]

Looks like Adam forgot his place in hell

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[katabby]

Unfinished smut writing I'm working on- idk if I should finish but here you go.

Cw: Mirror fuck, Transgender character, non-binary character, size difference, gentle, established relationship, both consenting adults, not proofread (do proofreading if I decide to write the rest)

Eva, the 10ft tall Guardian Angel who was meant to protect and take care of Nameless, was now pinning them against the wall of their dorm room, wrapping her wings around their dwarfed body, pulling them into a rough kiss. Her mask was still covering the majority of her face, just hiding her eyes, as her hands roamed across their body, slipping under their shirt, only to trail back down their thighs, just for the sake of dragging out her tease.

Nameless whimpered, struggling to stifle their pathetic moans, sweat already dripping down their forehead when they looked up at her, tears just building in the corners of their eyes.

"Eva, please!" they pleaded, "Somebody will hear us if you keep playing with me like this!" They cried out, but their body worked against themselves, only serving to get hotter and to depend more on the safety of Eva's wings and arms to not fall.

Eva simply smiled at this, pulling Nameless up and closer to herself, squishing their chest with her own, watching as Nameless flushed up like a small school boy.

"You've been teasing me for weeks, Nameless. All the looks you've given me, even in the middle of your classes... You think I don't see that?"

Nameless whined, looking away from her in embarrassment. They knew exactly what they'd been doing but they didn't think she'd actually do anything! She's usually so gentle with them, guess that's what they get for being a brat.

Her hands moved over their crotch, massaging the small bulge growing through their pants, enjoying the pitiful moans they released. She pulled them into another sweet kiss, devouring the sweet taste of their lust through their drool. She couldn't help it by this point, kissing them was like a drug.

They were just in their uniform still as well, having been pulled out of the bathroom stalls during break and to their own room. They were so small, so cute, so weak, and so hers. How could she not play with their body?

Despite the hunger in her kisses, she pulled away from their mouth slowly, just for the sake of seeing the saliva that connected their tongues and those adorable, tear filled eyes watering before she bit down on their neck. Nameless covered their mouth, yelping, as they kicked their legs as if to get her off of their body. This action only served to feed Eva's growing desire for their sweet, sweet desire. The scent of their arousal was making her brain go haywire, if God could see her now...

She pulled away slowly, wanting to savor the taste of their sweat from their skin. They were squirming around so much now, like a helpless warm who she had picked up by the tail. She chuckled quietly just beside her ear, hearing their little whimper, feeling her breath hover and warm their skin.

She scooped them up in her arms suddenly, placing an arm just below their thighs and her hand to support their back, her wings engulfing them in feathery warmth. She carried them to their bed, bending them just over the wooden edge, in front of the mirror of their room. They gulped their arousal and turned back to her, only for their chin to be roughly grabbed and turned back to the mirror, forced to look at their adorably flushed face in the mirror.

They whimpered, not resisting this time as they spoke. "Why have you put me in this position, love..?" Their bottom lip was quivering, gripping the wooden edge of the bed.

Eva laughed darkly, that stupidly sexy voice that made Nameless's poor mind melt even more, was laughing at their innocence. Her hands ran up from their waist to their shoulders, briefly massaging them as she spoke, not even needing to whisper in their ear to give them tingles.

"Because I want you to see your sweet expressions as I fuck the living daylights out of you. After all, it would just be selfish not to share the treat that is your adorable face, wouldn't it?" she cooed, watching in the mirror how small Nameless looked compared to her, being pushed down into the bed, belly first.

Nameless could feel their poor, trapped dick throbbing within their boxers, practically begging to be let out and stroked. Eva slowly let her hands travel down to the belt of their pants, listening to their gasp. They were so small and submissive that they continued staring, watching their own expressions in the mirror, all because it’s what Eva wants.

She took off their belt and slipped out of her pearly white gown, watching in the mirror as Nameless's eyes widened in shock, seeing Eva's slim yet slightly muscular body and her thick, perfect cock. She was so well made, perfectly shaved, smelled like fresh roses just bloomed in spring. Nameless didn't even realize they were drooling till they heard Eva's giggle.

She used one hand to caress Nameless's back and the other to slip off their pants, throwing them off the bed and just barely dragging down their boxers, just so their sweet, doll-like asscheeks could be seen. Their entire body was her muse, they would let her do whatever she wanted to them, but she knew the limits. She picked up the belt she had taken off of Nameless and looked at them in the mirror.

"You want me to spank you, love?" she asked, wanting to make sure they would be comfortable with anything she did. They shivered and shook their head, burying their face in the mattress, even covering their buttocks with their hands in attempt to prevent any damage.

Eva chuckled at this, throwing the belt off the bed as well, gently taking away Nameless's hands from their ass and placing her cock right between their crack, watching as they slowly lifted their head to reveal their pink, flushed face. They bucked their hips back ever so slightly, just watching to feel her cock slide in and out of their ass for a moment, and she obliged.

Forcing their asscheeks apart, she slid her dick just over their hole and released, slowly grinding back and forth through and between, listening to their desperate moans aas they bucked up into her. She gently massaged and rubbed their back, wanting to make sure they were cared for before being ruined.

"Does this feel good, doll? Do you want me to speed up or slow down?" She asked, slowly and gently slipping off their shirt now to be thrown with the rest of their clothing.

They moaned quietly, struggling but continuing to look at their embarrassing position in the mirror as they spoke. "Please speed up,.. or at least stick the tip in, please?"

Eva smiled at their begging, they were so sweet and polite, even during sex. How could Eva say no?

She rocked her hips back and forth quicker, making sure she wasn't pressing too hard on their body and that they could handle the speed she went at. She continued this for a few minutes, just quietly savoring the sounds that came out of Nameless's perfect mouth before pulling back. She took her dick in her hand, keeping one hand to rub Nameless's back, as she rubbed the tip against their hole.

"I'll stick it in now, m'kay? Tell me if it hurts." Eva pushed herself in slowly, fully aware of her size and being as careful as she possibly could, as if she was tending to a wound and not ruining her partner's hole.

Nameless moaned, reaching back to try and grab Eva's wrist, moving her hand up to their face to cover their mouth. Eva enjoyed how dependent Nameless was on her, like a small animal who needed food, and she loved taking care of them.

She moved her other hand from their hip to hold one of their hands, letting out an 'aw' as they squeezed her tighter when she pushed in deeper.

A quarter of her cock was now inside their hole, slowly stretching them out with time, making them feel so utterly full. They couldn't help the tears that started to fall from their eyes, hearing Eva's breath hitched as she paused. She moved her hand to wipe away their tears, leaning down and kissing their neck.

She was clearly concerned for them but didn't push with anything, pushing her cock just a bit deeper till half of it was in before stopping. Nameless's eyes had rolled back and Eva could feel them biting down on one of her fingers. She believed it was time to finally fuck them for real.

[moomaid]

[P] More Cowbells!

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[bouncinghedgehog]

[lordbeebrain]

The cease-and-desist letters have already been sent out.

[uncanny-tranny]

I love love love when trans women* give advice to trans men* about """manly""" things and when trans men* return that kindness with advice about """womanly""" things. I love the intracommunity commitment to supporting each other <<3

[kiribakuswife]

All You Had to Do Was Ask

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Kinktober Day 6!

It was a huge ask, and you knew that.  You had always pushed the thought away, but no matter how tightly you tried to shove it into a box in the corner of your mind, it was like you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to give him every piece of you, to have trust in him fully. 

If you were being honest, you had fantasized about it long before you were ever dating. You had been part of the small group of Mindjack fans, nearly losing your mind when you met him, the most cliche of circumstances. You had crashed into him one morning rushing out of a local coffee shop, your entire drink splashing all over the both of you as you frantically tried to apologize, stopping short as you looked into his face, his tired eyes looking back at you, a soft smile on his face.

“How can I pay you back? I could get you a new shirt, there’s a new-” You waved your hands in worry, pulling napkins and beginning to bloat his shirt from the hot chai before you could stop yourself.

“How about your number?” His voice made you pause, instantly wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole as he gripped your wrists lightly, chucking softly at your antics.

“My number?” You squeaked out, and he only nodded, a lopsided grin on his face.

That had been over a year ago, and you began dating a few weeks after that. With a firm nod to yourself, you decided that tonight would be the night. You would ask him if you could give him complete control, and whatever happened after that would be fine with you. He would never hurt you, and you knew that, but something about giving yourself over entirely made your spine tingle. 

Reasoning with yourself, the worst thing that would happen was that he said no. Maybe he would think it was a little weird, but it wouldn’t be as weird as the basically mini Mindjack shrine you had in your room, forever embarrassed by the way he only cocked an eyebrow at you upon finding it the first night he was in your room. 

It really wasn’t crazy, only two little figures and a poster, but he would always refer to it as your shrine, almost choking to death on his drink as you turned away from him, pouting, forgetting that you were wearing a pair of booty shorts that read “Property of Mindjack”. Most of the pros had them made one year, and obviously you had to get them. Sue you for being a fan.

You laughed quietly to yourself as you stirred the food on the stove top, tension easing somewhat. Asking him to use his quirk on you was far less weird than your “shrine”.

“What’s got you all giggly?” His voice nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Toshi!” You shouted, heart still pounding rapidly, “We need to get you a fucking bell, jesus!” He had a bad habit of sneaking really everywhere, footsteps silent as he traversed your home. It was a side effect of his job, and you knew that but it didn’t scare you any less. 

“That can be arranged.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before opening the fridge as you rolled your eyes.

“Kinky bastard.” You huffed back to him, only earning a laugh in response. You weren’t wrong, the thought made you feel better about your proposition.

“You love it.” He added, coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, nipping lightly at the shell of your ear. “I gotta shower, I’ll be right back to discuss this bell.” He teased, releasing you and disappearing as quietly as he appeared, probably on purpose this time.

Dinner came and went without you saying anything about it, mind distracted as you spoke about your days, you telling him nearly every thing about your mundane day while his stories were often cryptic and vague, a part of the job. You were now on the couch, your feet thrown on his lap as he rubbed your ankles gently, causing you to sigh in relief. His hands began to move slowly up your legs as the tv droned on, some old rerun of a show you could hardly pay attention to with his hands on you. He however, seemed to be locked on, completely unaware of how you both had shifted, his hands kneading into the skin of your thighs.

“Toshi?” You called softly, feeling your face heat in the way it always seemed to when he looked over to you. His face was almost innocent and if you knew him any less you would've missed the glint in his eyes as he cocked his head slightly at you, waiting for you to continue. “Come up here and kiss me.” You pouted slightly down at him, and he grinned back, leaning up and placing a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling away.  “Stop being mean!” You whined at him, earning a light laugh.

“I could never be mean to you baby girl.” His words were light, but he had a much heavier tone, making you slide down on the couch slightly, his lips connecting again with yours, more forceful this time. His tongue traced over your lips lightly before he pulled back a bit, catching your bottom lip in his teeth before quickly releasing it. “What’s got you so fired up tonight? Have you been fantasizing about me?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes darkened as you gulped. It was now or never you supposed.

“I may have a little bit of a proposition for you.” Your tone was shakier than you wanted it to be as he trailed kisses across your jaw.

“Hmm, what might that be?” He was driving you insane, voice husky as he whispered into your ear.

“Your quirk!” You blurted out suddenly, hands coming up to cover your face, flaming. 

“My quirk?” He had the audacity to seem confused, and as you peeked between your fingers you realized he actually did appear not to understand what you wanted.

“I want you to tell me what to do. I trust you, really! I love you and I just-” You rambled out, covering your face once again. Something about him would always make you flustered, much to your dismay.

“(y/n),” His voice cut you off, pulling your hands down, “Look me in the eyes.” You struggled, pouting a bit as you finally met his eyes. “I need to know you’re entirely serious about that. I won’t know if something is too far, if you want to stop, if-” it was your turn to cut him off then.

“I know Hitoshi, I’m serious, I want this.” Your face softened a bit. He was actually going to do this. He didn’t think you were weird, he was just worried about you, making your heart squeeze. 

“Do you trust me, (y/n)?” He asked back, face serious.

“Of course.” It was the last thing you were able to say as a haze began to fill your mind. 

“Dumb sluts don’t need to think for themselves do they?” He asked, leaning back to look down at you. You instantly felt yourself clench at his words. “Answer me properly.”

“Yes sir.” Your voice sounded so normal despite the way you were practically squealing inside.

“Good girl, now come kneel in front of me, hands on your lap.” You instantly moved, movements fluid as you landed on your knees before him, looking up from below your lashes as you watched his face. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were, a spark shooting directly to your core as you stared into his eyes, patiently awaiting your next order. 

“Show me how much of a good girl you are and suck my dick.” He commanded, pulling his pants down with your help. Your hands shook as you gripped him, dragging your tongue over his slit, pleased with the groan that fell from his lips. Your lips opened, slowly taking him in before beginning to work, head bobbing as his hand gripped your hair, pulling it back in a makeshift ponytail.

Your body seemed to know exactly what he wanted, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you took him deep and hard. You could feel yourself growing wetter below him, clenching your thighs as you continued. It was almost too much, and you wanted to slide your hand below your sweats, but couldn’t, the thought only making the problem worse. You moaned around him, drool and pre-cum beginning to leak past your lips as he pulled your hair, increasing your speed.

“You’re doing so well.” He grunted down at you, head falling back in a moan as you looked up at him. The rush to your head was only escalated by the haze that filled your brain and you could feel the small hold you had slipping. “I’m going to cum down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop, yeah?” You could only moan at his words, the vibrations making him shiver. 

“Fuck, (y/n).” His voice was rough as he groaned, the telltale sign of a salty heat filling your mouth as he continued to bob your head. His hand began to go slack, and you felt the haze fading away as he released you in more ways than one. “Are you okay, baby girl?” He asked, breathily.

“I was so nervous to ask you to do that!” You gushed up at him, causing him to smile down at you.

“All you have to do is ask.” Was all he said as he pulled you up into his arms, mouth finding its spot in your neck again.

[ltash]

In wolf's disguise

Ghost shares you with his twin brother

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader 6k words

Warning: 18+, MDNI, smut, nonCon, dubCon, p in v, sexual theme, threesome.

You’d always thought working in the SAS would be intense, but you hadn’t expected it to be this intense. The moment you were appointed to the administration team, things had been overwhelming. The high-paced environment, the constant movement of soldiers, the silent intensity that seemed to hang in the air, it all took some getting used to. But the strangest part was how your life seemed to have shifted the day you caught the attention of Lieutenant Ghost.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley, as he was formally known, had a reputation that preceded him. Stoic, quiet, and always masked behind that skull balaclava that made his very presence feel like the room temperature had dropped. You’d heard stories of his calm, unflinching demeanour in even the most dangerous situations. Ghost was the kind of man people didn’t mess with.

And yet, ever since you started, you noticed his eyes on you. Watching. Protecting.

At first, you thought it was just in your head, but it became more evident with time. He seemed to appear when things got tough, when you had trouble with a task, or when someone looked a little too long at you. His silent, looming presence became a sort of shield. It made you feel... safe, even though you hardly knew him. You weren’t sure what to make of it.

Things remained quiet for a while, that is, until you met Ghost’s twin brother.

Lieutenant Wolf Riley, Simon's identical twin, had an uncanny resemblance to him, down to the sharp features, the piercing eyes, and the intimidating aura. However, Wolf didn’t wear the infamous skull mask, and that wasn’t the only difference. Wolf’s physique was even more pronounced than Simon’s. He was taller, broader, and carried an air of arrogant confidence that set him apart. Where Simon was silent and mysterious, Wolf was loud and boisterous. And where Simon seemed to keep his distance, Wolf had no qualms about getting too close.

“Hey there,” Wolf had said the first time he cornered you, his voice a silky murmur that sent chills down your spine. “I’m Simon’s brother. Wolf. And you must be the new girl who’s caught everyone’s attention.”

He had said it with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. It was predatory, in a way. You’d felt uncomfortable immediately, but you didn’t want to be rude.

“Nice to meet you,” you’d responded politely, trying to inch away without making it obvious.

From that day on, Wolf made it his mission to seek you out. Wherever you were, he wasn’t far behind, his flirtatious comments, the way his eyes lingered on you just a second too long, the subtle touches that made your skin crawl. It was no secret that Wolf had a reputation with women. He was a notorious playboy, always seen with a different woman, and it wasn’t hard to imagine the trail of broken hearts and damaged souls he’d left behind. The problem was, he had his eye on you now, and it was only a matter of time before he made his move.

Ghost seemed to notice almost immediately. You hadn’t realized it at first, but the more Wolf pursued you, the more protective Ghost became. He’d show up unexpectedly when Wolf was around, his presence like a silent barrier between the two of you.

“You alright?” Ghost would ask in that deep, gravelly voice of his, though his eyes spoke more than his words.

“Yeah,” you’d reply, grateful for his intervention but unsure of how to express it.

One evening, after you’d finished a long day of administrative work, you noticed Wolf lingering in the hallway outside your office. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, with a cocky smile on his lips as you approached.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, his eyes sweeping over you in a way that made your skin crawl.

You forced a polite smile, trying to walk past him, but he stepped in your way, his arm outstretched to block your path.

“Where’s the rush? We haven’t had the chance to really... get to know each other.” His voice was slick with implication.

“I’m just tired,” you mumbled, trying to push past him. “I need to get back to my room.”

But Wolf didn’t move. His expression darkened as his fingers grazed your arm. “Come on, don’t be like that. You’re always running off. I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.”

Panic began to rise in your chest. Wolf wasn’t like the other soldiers, he had a way of making you feel trapped, as if there was no escape. Just as you began to feel genuinely afraid, a cold voice cut through the tension.

“Back off, Wolf.”

Ghost appeared seemingly out of nowhere, his towering form casting a shadow over the two of you. His presence was like a wall between you and the growing danger. Wolf’s hand dropped from your arm as he turned to face his brother, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, if it isn’t the knight in shining armour,” Wolf mocked, though there was a hint of irritation in his tone. “Come to save the damsel in distress?”

Ghost’s eyes were fixed on his brother, the intensity of his gaze hidden behind the skull mask but evident in the way he held himself. “I said, back off,” he repeated, his voice low and threatening.

Wolf raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. There is no need to get all worked up, Simon. I was just talking.”

Ghost didn’t move until Wolf had walked away, the smirk never leaving his face. Once he was gone, Ghost turned to you, his expression softening, though it was hard to tell behind the mask.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, though your hands were trembling slightly. “Yeah... thank you.”

Ghost said nothing more, but you could feel the weight of his silent protection. From that moment on, you knew he wasn’t just watching over you out of duty. It was something more.

Weeks passed, and despite Ghost’s constant vigilance, Wolf’s interest in you only grew. He became more possessive, more intense, and more reckless with his advances. You started locking your door at night, terrified that one day he’d push too far.

And then, one night, he did.

It was late, the base was quiet, and you were in your room trying to unwind after a long day. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on your door. Your heart skipped a beat as you froze, hoping it was just someone making a mistake. But the banging continued, louder this time.

“Open up bitch!” Wolf’s slurred voice came from the other side. “I know you’re in there!”

Panic surged through you. He was drunk. You didn’t know what he was capable of when he was like this.

You rushed to lock the door, your hands shaking as you tried to secure the latch. But just as you turned the lock, Wolf slammed his body against the door, breaking it open. He stumbled inside, his eyes wild and unfocused.

“There you are,” he slurred, a twisted smile on his face. “You’ve been hiding from me, haven’t you?”

You backed away, your heart racing in your chest. “Wolf, get out.”

But he didn’t listen. He took a step toward you, and then another, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous hunger. “Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching for you. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Just as his hand brushed your arm, the door slammed open again, this time with a force that rattled the walls. Ghost stood in the doorway, his mask in place, but the rage radiating off of him was palpable.

“Get your hands off her,” Ghost growled, his voice like thunder.

Wolf turned to face him, his expression shifting from drunken lust to irritated defiance. “What’s the matter, Simon? Can’t let me have a little fun?”

Ghost moved faster than you’d ever seen him move, grabbing Wolf by the collar and shoving him against the wall. The two brothers locked eyes, the air thick with tension.

“She’s not yours to touch,” Ghost snarled, his voice deadly.

Wolf laughed, though it was clear he was taken off guard by Ghost’s aggression. “You really think she’ll choose you over me?” he taunted, though his voice was weaker now. “You’re just the silent protector. I’m the one she wants.”

Ghost leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. “If you come near her again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

For the first time, Wolf looked genuinely intimidated. He shoved Ghost off him with a snarl, straightening his jacket. “Fine. Have it your way, Simon. But don’t think this is over.”

Wolf stormed out of the room, leaving you trembling in the aftermath. Ghost turned to you, his eyes softening behind the mask as he approached carefully, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

You nodded, though tears pricked at your eyes. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

The commonroom hummed of the overhead lights barely cutting through the silence. Ghost sat at a table in the corner, the steam from his coffee swirling in the air as he took a slow, deliberate sip. His mind was on you, as it often had been lately, his thoughts tangled with a protective instinct that had grown sharper in recent days. Wolf, his twin brother, had been lurking around more often, his intentions clear, and Ghost could feel the tension brewing them.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Wolf sauntered in, his usual swagger evident in every step. Ghost didn’t need to look up to know it was him. The air changed when Wolf entered a room, like a storm about to break.

“What do you want now, mutt?” Ghost grumbled, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.

Wolf slid into the chair next to him, too close for comfort, with a smirk plastered on his face. His presence felt invasive, like a shadow creeping in where it didn’t belong.

“I have something for you that you can not deny.” Wolf’s voice was a low drawl, dripping with arrogance.

Ghost’s eyes finally flicked up, narrowing as he studied his brother’s face. There was always some twisted game in Wolf’s words, and Ghost had no patience for it today.

“And what might that be?” Ghost asked dryly, his voice laced with irritation.

“You know she’s mine,” Wolf replied, leaning back casually, as if he were discussing the weather.

Ghost’s expression hardened instantly. He knew exactly who Wolf was referring to, you. The thought of Wolf claiming you, speaking about you like you were his possession, sent a wave of anger through him. He turned his body slightly, squaring his shoulders as he faced Wolf directly, his eyes dark beneath his mask.

“She is not yours,” Ghost growled in a low, dangerous tone, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you're making a mistake thinking otherwise.”

Wolf chuckled softly, a smug smile tugging at his lips. He wasn’t intimidated by Ghost’s cold demeanor. In fact, he thrived on pushing his brother’s buttons.

“Look, Ghost. She is mine. She takes my gifts. And right now, she’s wearing red lingerie that I gifted to her,” Wolf said with a dark glint in his eyes.

Ghost froze. His grip tightened around his coffee mug, his knuckles turning white as his mind processed the words. Red lingerie? The image of you, innocent and kind, accepting something so intimate from Wolf made his blood boil. He could barely contain his jealousy and disgust at the thought.

“You gave her what?” Ghost hissed through clenched teeth, the anger evident in every syllable. His hand shook slightly as he forced himself to stay seated.

“I have a deal for you,” Wolf continued, ignoring the fury radiating from his brother.

Ghost narrowed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, his body tense as he spoke. “What kind of deal?”

Wolf’s grin widened, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “She’s a virgin, Simon. We share her tonight.”

The words hung in the air like a toxic cloud. Ghost’s eyes widened, disbelief and disgust swirling within him. The idea of sharing you—you—with his twisted brother - was so repulsive that it nearly made him lunge across the table. His fists clenched tightly as he forced himself to breathe, trying to keep control.

“Absolutely not,” Ghost spat, his voice low and threatening. “She is not a piece of property to be shared. We will not be doing that.”

Wolf’s smirk didn’t falter, his eyes gleaming with amusement as if he enjoyed watching Ghost struggle with his emotions. “We will… I will make you do that. You know what I can do, Simon. She’s mine. You can ask her, and she will do anything for me. Even lose her virginity to you.”

Ghost’s jaw clenched painfully as his brother continued, pushing and taunting. He knew Wolf was a manipulative bastard, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined. The thought of you being coerced into something so twisted made his stomach churn.

“I don’t care what she’d do for you,” Ghost growled, his voice barely controlled. “And I definitely don’t believe she’d want to share herself like that. You need to back off, Wolf. She’s not yours, and she never will be.”

“She is,” Wolf insisted, his voice dark and laced with certainty. “She didn’t tell you, did she? She’s my little vixen. But she’s still untouched. I want you to claim her first, Simon. After all, you’re my dear brother. And you know I’m kind of… rough.”

Ghost’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning with the sickening implications. This was a game to Wolf, some twisted, perverse fantasy that he wanted to drag Ghost into. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Not with you.

“No,” Ghost said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “I won’t do it. Even if she’s untouched, she’s not some prize to be claimed. She’s a person, and I won’t treat her like some object for your sick entertainment.”

Wolf’s grin faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. “And what if she agrees?”

Ghost stared at him, his stomach dropping. Could you? Would you?

“I need to talk to her first,” Ghost said slowly, his voice strained with conflicting emotions. He didn’t believe for a second that you’d willingly agree to something like this, but if Wolf had manipulated you…

Wolf’s smirk returned, a victorious gleam in his eyes. “You’ll see, Simon. She’ll agree. And tonight, we’ll go to her room, and she’ll submit.”

Ghost stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as his temper flared. He had never wanted to punch his brother more than he did in that moment. “Why are you so hell-bent on this?” he snapped. “Can’t you see how messed up this is? You’re trying to manipulate us both, and I won’t let you get your way.”

Wolf stood too, looming over Ghost with that same twisted smile. “You will, Simon. And so will she. It’s only a matter of time.” He paused, his voice lowering to a dark, mocking tone. “She wants you, you know. She just won’t admit it. She’s been parading around in those skimpy clothes, trying to get your attention.”

Ghost’s breathing became ragged as he fought to control his anger. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of Wolf’s mouth. “You can’t make us do this,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “And you can’t treat her like a piece of meat. She’s a person, damn it.”

Wolf’s laughter was dark and unsettling. “She’ll agree, Simon. She’s cheating on me in her heart, so I’ll let her get laid by my own brother. Consider it a twisted little gift.”

Ghost felt his stomach twist. He couldn’t stand the way Wolf was talking about you, like you were some toy to be passed around. But more than anything, he hated the nagging fear that maybe, just maybe, Wolf was right about how you felt.

Wolf’s voice turned cold as he stepped toward the door. “Tonight, Simon. You’ll see.”

And with that, he left, the door closing with a heavy thud, leaving Ghost alone with the storm of emotions raging inside him.

Ghost stood outside your door, his heart pounding in his chest. The quiet knock had shattered the silence of the night, but the seconds dragged on, making him wonder if you were awake. His mind swirled with doubts and conflicted thoughts. Was this the right thing to do?

Finally, the lock clicked, and the door creaked open. There you stood, dressed in a long black silk nightgown, the fabric clinging to your body in a way that made Ghost’s heart race even faster.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded silently, stepping aside to let him enter. The air between you was thick with tension, the night pressing in on both of you. Ghost walked in, his eyes unwilling to leave yours, but every fiber of him was aware of how the silk moved against your skin. He swallowed hard, trying to focus.

"You want to talk about something?" you asked, your voice soft, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Ghost replied, his voice gravelly. "There’s something I need to ask you."

"Ask away."

He hesitated, the question weighing heavily on him. "Wolf told me something... about you."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

Ghost’s voice lowered, almost a whisper. "He said you and him were intimate... that you’re not a virgin."

Your eyes widened in shock, anger flashing across your face. "What? I don’t even know him like that. No, that’s not true."

Ghost stared at you, relief flooding through him. He could see the sincerity in your eyes. "You don’t?" he asked, almost disbelieving.

"No, I don’t," you replied firmly.

His mind raced. Why would Wolf lie about something like this? He paced the room, frustration and confusion mixing with relief.

"He told me that if you agreed to... be with us, together..." Ghost struggled with the words, his voice breaking. "He asked me to claim you with him."

Your shock was palpable. "What the hell? Is he serious? How could he even think like that?"

"I don’t know," Ghost growled, his expression darkening. "It’s twisted. Sick."

He stepped closer to you, mere inches away now. His voice was barely a whisper. "I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to share you. Especially not with him."

As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, sharp and taunting. Ghost froze, dread creeping up his spine.

"Who is it?" he called out, his voice tense.

"Who do you think, bro?" came the smug voice from the other side. Wolf.

Ghost clenched his fists, his anger rising. "What do you want?"

"I heard you talking," Wolf said, sounding amused. "I thought you would’ve started by now."

Ghost growled, barely keeping his composure. "She doesn’t want this. It’s not happening."

There was a pause before Wolf spoke again, this time with more irritation. "Don’t be shy, Simon. I know you want her."

Ghost’s temper snapped. "I’m not sharing her. And she doesn’t want you either."

"Open the door," Wolf ordered, his tone darkening.

For a long moment, Ghost hesitated, torn between his desire to protect you and his anger at his brother. Finally, with a low growl, he unlocked the door.

Wolf stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming with malice and desire. "Well, well," he smirked, "looks like we’re ready to get started."

Ghost’s body tensed, his fists clenching. "We’re not doing this," he said, voice low and dangerous.

"Let’s not pretend," Wolf cut him off. "You want her. You’ve always wanted her. And she wants us both."

Wolf’s eyes flicked toward you, his gaze dark and predatory. "Right, princess?"

You moved toward the door, but Wolf’s hand shot out, gripping your arm with a force that made you wince.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he sneered, pulling you toward him.

Ghost’s anger flared. "Let go of her!" he demanded, stepping forward.

"Not until she agrees to play along," Wolf replied, his grip tightening. He looked into your eyes, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Come on, baby doll. I know you want this."

"Why are you doing this?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

Wolf’s grin widened. "Because I can. Because it’s fun. And because deep down, I know you want us."

He pulled you closer, his body pressed against yours, his eyes filled with lust. Ghost’s rage grew as he watched Wolf’s fingers trail down your arm, his touch invasive and wrong.

"Let her go," Ghost repeated, his voice shaking with barely controlled fury.

"Make me," Wolf taunted, running his fingers through your hair. He leaned in, his lips brushing your neck, his hands tugging at the rope of your nightgown. Slowly, he loosened it, the fabric slipping down your body.

"C’mon, Simon," Wolf said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "She’s yours too."

Ghost's breath caught in his throat. He could see the flicker of fear in your eyes, but there was something else, a vulnerability that only deepened his protective instincts.

"She’s not a toy," Ghost growled, stepping closer, his fists shaking with the need to hit his brother.

Wolf ignored him, placing wet kisses along your neck. You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut in discomfort. Ghost’s jaw clenched.

"I said, let her go!"

Ghost's throat tightened as he watched Wolf's lips trail across your skin, leaving wet kisses on your neck. His jaw clenched at the sight, his body torn between desire and rage.

"She's not a piece of meat, Wolf," Ghost growled, fists trembling at his sides. "I'm not going to use her like you do."

Wolf grinned, his hand sliding through your hair and pulling you closer. "Fine by me. I'll have her all to myself, then."

Your body arched under Wolf’s touch as he continued to kiss and squeeze you, leaving Ghost to watch helplessly. His jealousy gnawed at him, and despite the disgust he felt for Wolf's actions, the sight of you, vulnerable yet tantalizing, unraveled him.

Ghost’s breath hitched when Wolf’s hand brazenly moved to your chest, squeezing your breast, making you moan. He bit down on his anger and stepped closer. "This is wrong, Wolf. You can’t do this."

Wolf, unbothered, tugged at the straps of your nightgown, letting the fabric pool at your feet. Ghost’s eyes darkened as he saw your exposed body. His mind raced, and for a moment, his need to protect you was overshadowed by a primal urge to claim you for himself.

"You’re going to regret this," Ghost muttered through gritted teeth.

"Then do something about it," Wolf taunted, grabbing Ghost’s hand and placing it on your breast. Ghost’s heart pounded as he squeezed, feeling the softness of your skin against his gloved hand.

His body trembled with desire as he felt your warmth beneath his fingers, torn between the need to protect you and the undeniable pull of his own lust. Wolf’s words barely registered as Ghost’s mind clouded with need, his hand instinctively tracing your curves. The boundaries between rage and desire blurred as he found himself pulled deeper into the moment, unable to resist any longer.

Ghost’s lips hovered just inches from your skin, the heat of his breath mixing with the tension thick in the air. His gaze flicked between you and Wolf, anger and desire warring in his chest. But when his eyes locked on yours, there was no turning back.

He leaned in, capturing your neck with hungry kisses, his hand firmly cupping your breast. His fingers tightened, feeling the softness of your skin, and your breath hitched in response. Ghost’s restraint unraveled, and he let himself go, pressing his body against yours, his need palpable.

A low growl escaped him as he heard your soft moan, and he kissed you harder, more urgently. His hand slid lower, dipping beneath your delicate lace underwear, finding your wet folds with practiced ease. A shudder ran through him as he touched you, your body arching in response.

"Already so wet," Ghost murmured against your skin, his voice dark and possessive.

His fingers moved slowly at first, teasing, exploring, as his lips claimed your breasts. Each moan you let out only spurred him on, his body completely consumed by the need to have you, to make you his.

He lifted you by your thighs, handing you over to wolf. "Hold her tight, Wolf." He said, parting your legs.

His gaze was dark with intent as he knelt before you, his hands gripping your trembling thighs. He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin, and you could barely breathe from the anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, he whispered, "I'm going to taste you now," the promise in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

His mouth found your sensitive core, lips and tongue working with a precision that made you moan instantly. Each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure through you, your body arching involuntarily. Wolf's grip on you tightened, holding you steady as your thighs trembled, his lips capturing yours to swallow the sounds of your pleasure.

Ghost continued his assault, his tongue exploring every inch of you with a fierce hunger, his low growls vibrating against your skin. "You taste like honey," he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with desire. His fingers parted you further, giving him full access as he ravished you with unrelenting intensity.

Your body writhed between the two of them, your moans muffled by Wolf’s mouth as Ghost pushed you to the edge, the sensations overwhelming, your mind clouded by the intensity of their touch.

As Ghost's tongue works its magic, Wolf's hand reaches down to join Ghost's fingers, spreading you even wider for their dual assault.

Ghost looked up, his eyes meeting Wolf's over your body. They shared a moment of understanding, a silent agreement to drive you mad with pleasure.

Wolf's gaze locked onto Ghost's as he began to move his fingers in sync with Ghost's tongue, the dual penetration sending you hurtling towards a climax. Ghost increased the pace of his tongue, his lips sucking gently on your clit as Wolf's fingers curled inside you, stroking your inner walls.

Your breathing grew ragged, your chest heaving as the sensations became too much. Wolf's hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to watch Ghost's face between your thighs. "Look at him," Wolf growled, "See what he's doing to you."

The combined sensations were too much, your body convulsing between them as a wave of intense pleasure washed over you. You cried out, your voice muffled against Wolf's shoulder as Ghost continued to lap at you, drawing out your release until you were boneless and breathless in their arms.

Ghost and Wolf held you tightly, their arms wrapping around your trembling body, holding you against them. They shared a look over your head, a look of triumph and possession.

"You're ours now," Ghost growled, his voice low and possessive. "And we're not going to let you go anytime soon."

Take her now. Wolf said.

Ghost looked up at him, a hint of surprise on his face. "You sure about that?"

Wolf nodded, a smirk on his face. "Absolutely. I want to see this."

A slow, predatory grin spread across Ghost's face. He laid you down on the bed, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. He climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself between your legs, his body hard and ready. "Look at me, love," he murmured, his voice low.

Ghost looked down at you, his eyes filled with hunger. He wanted you, wanted to claim you completely. He gave a small nod before shifting his position, lifting you up and positioning you carefully.

He looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours. He waited a moment, letting the tension build, before speaking again. "I want you, darling. I want all of you. And I'm going to take my time."

"Open up," Ghost instructed, his voice ragged as he slowly pushed into you. He gave you time to adjust, his eyes locked onto yours as he filled you inch by inch. "Wolf wanted to see me take you,"

You could feel the heat between you, the way your bodies fit together perfectly. Ghost was in complete control, the air heavy with tension and desire.

Ghost slowly began to move, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He savored the feeling of being inside you, the warmth and tightness that only you provided. He looked up at Wolf, who was standing beside the bed, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.

Wolf's gaze was intense, his eyes fixed on the two of you. He was watching every move, every contour, every expression. He was enjoying the view, the way Ghost was claiming you, marking you as his.

"Touch her," Ghost rasped, looking up at Wolf. "I want to see you touch her while I'm inside her." Wolf  leaned over, his hand cupping your breast, his thumb teasing the peak.

Your body responded instantly, arching into his touch, your breath catching in your throat. Ghost continued to move, his thrusts growing harder, more demanding.

As Wolf played with your breasts, Ghost increased his pace, his hips snapping forward as he drove into you. His breathing grew heavier, his grunts punctuating the rhythm of his movements. "You feel so good, love," he hissed, burying his face in your neck. "So good..."

Wolf leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. He swallowed your moans, his tongue dueling with yours as Ghost's pace quickened. The room was filled with the sound of your combined moans, the creaking of the bed, and the rough grunts of the men claiming you.

Wolf's hand moved down from your breast, tracing down your stomach, lingering on your hip. He was watching you two intently, his eyes smoldering.

Ghost's movements became more urgent, his body moving with a primal need. He wanted you, all of you, and he wasn't going to hold back anymore.

He pulled back, his eyes meeting Wolf's over your head as they continued to share you. He knew that the two of them working together would drive you wild, make you come undone. It was a power trip for both of them, a game of possession and dominance.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Ghost groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Wolf, I need you to hold her down. I don't want her to move." Wolf quickly complied, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you back against the bed.

You were helpless now, trapped beneath them, completely at their mercy. They had you exactly where they wanted you, completely surrendered to their control.

Ghost's movements became frantic, his hips slamming against yours as he chased his release. Wolf held you still, his other hand coming up to wrap around Ghost's wrist, guiding his thrusts. "Now, Ghost," Wolf commanded. "Now, fill her up."

"Look at me," Ghost panted, his body tensing as he reached his peak. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with unspent passion. He thrust deep one last time, his body shuddering as he released inside you, filling you with his essence.

Ghost trembled above you, his body spent and sated. His eyes never left yours, his gaze holding you captive.

"We're not done with you yet, love," Wolf  whispered.

"It's my turn now." Wolf said.

Ghost chuckled, rolling off you and onto the mattress beside you. "Go ahead," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "She's all yours for now."

Wolf's voice was low, his eyes glinting with unspoken desires. He began to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. "Ghost has had his turn. Now it's my turn to claim you." He pushed his pants down, stepping out of them before climbing onto the bed.

He loomed over you, his body taut and toned, his muscles rippling as he moved. His eyes were fixed on you, a possessive fire burning within them.

You bit your lip, your eyes widening as Wolf positioned himself between your thighs. Ghost shifted beside you, his hand trailing down your side as he watched Wolf prepare to enter you. "You look so eager," Ghost whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "He's going to take you so good, love."

Wolf's eyes locked onto yours, his expression intense and focused. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised, his voice a low rumble. "And you'll love every second of it."

Ghost's hand tightened around your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he watched Wolf prepare to enter you. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to your mouth as Wolf pushed forward, slowly sinking into your warmth. "Fuck, she's so tight," Wolf groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Ghost watched intently, his eyes never leaving the sight of Wolf inside you. He could feel your body responding, could see the way you trembled beneath them.

As Wolf pounded into you, Ghost reached out and wrapped his hand around his own throbbing length, starting to stroke himself in time with Wolf's thrusts.

"Fuck, look at her," Ghost said, his voice rough with desire. "She's taking you so deep, Wolf. So fucking deep." He reached out, his hand coming down to rest on your stomach as he felt the vibrations of Wolf's thrusts through your body.

Wolf's thrusts grew harder, faster, his grunt of effort filling the room. Ghost could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the muscles in his arms straining as he held your knees apart. "Ghost, she's squeezing me so fucking tight," Wolf gasped out, his voice cracking with pleasure.

Wolf's pace never faltered, his hips pounding into yours with relentless intensity. Ghost could see the sweat beading on your forehead, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. "I need to touch her," Ghost said, his voice desperate. "I need to feel her while you're inside her."

His pace only intensified, his thrusts becoming brutal and unrelenting. You could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, sending jolts of pleasure through your body with every snap of his hips. Ghost's hand on your stomach tightened, his fingers digging in as he struggled to keep himself under control.

"You're... so... tight," Wolf hissed between clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. "So... warm... so... perfect..." His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wider as he increased his pace, his breath hot against your neck.

"Touch her," Wolf grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Make her come on my…" He trailed off, his words devoured by a low moan as he continued to pound into you. Ghost needed no further encouragement.

"She's so close," Ghost hissed, his voice barely a whisper. "Listen to her, Wolf. She's loving every second of it." He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. "Come for him, love. Show him how much you love it."

"Come for him," Ghost growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show Wolf what he does to you, love. Show him how much you love having us both like this." His hand slid down, his fingers finding that sensitive nub between your thighs and rubbing in rhythm with Wolf's thrusts.

Your body tensed, your back arching as the overwhelming sensations became too much. Wolf leaned forward, his body covering yours as he continued to drive into you. He captured your cries in a searing kiss, swallowing your screams as he pushed you over the edge. "Good girl,"

"Look at him," Ghost urged again, his voice hoarse with desire. "Look at how he's claiming you. Look at how he's making you his." His fingers stilled, applying just the right amount of pressure as he felt your body tense one final time. "Wolf, she's....."

"Wolf," you moaned, your body arching as Ghost's skilled fingers pushed you closer and closer to the edge. "Oh, god, Wolf!"  Your body tensed, your back arching as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"That's it, love," Ghost encouraged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Come all over him. Show him what a good girl you are." Wolf's face contorted in pleasure as he felt your inner walls spasm around his hard length.

Wolf buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you as he found his own release. Ghost's hand slid back up to your belly, his fingers splayed wide as he felt the jerking motions of Wolf's body against his own hand. "That's it," he whispered.

"That's our good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You took us both so well."

[place-o-plo]

You’re a fledgeling adventurer pressing on through the hostile jungle. You know of the risks- pheromone-heavy flowers, glowing tree frog-girls with aphrodisiac spit on their lengthy tongues, and countless other hypnotic fauna- but you’re feeling brave.

That is, until something darts out from the tall grass in front of you.

You don’t have time to react, or think, or do much of anything before the lamia strikes, opening her hood and… her hhozodd…

They spin and you stare and you sink and you spin and they slide closer and closer. They’re so much bigger than you- stronger too. Their massive tail slides under you and scoops you up, but you hardly notice, far too enthralled by the lovely snake lady’s spiraling eyes and enthralling hood, now all you can see.

“There you go… husssssssh, sssweetie, you’re ssssafe with me~ jussst… ssssink~”

You feel your pants being taken off, but you don’t care. All you can care about is her words and her body.

“sssilly ssssubby… jusssst keep ssstaring. Your mind ssssleepsss for Mommy, but your eyess ssstay open. Now, be good prey and ssssuck~”

Mommy presses a nipple to your mouth, and you obey. You’re instantly rewarded with thick milk filling your mouth. Everywhere it touches leaves a slight tingle, and you feel your thoughts slowing, your body weakening, and your crotch throbbing with need. You feel her tits and you hump, mindlessly melting into the arousal. You stare and suck and sink and submit until Mommy smiles down at you, and says

“3… 2… 1… cum, sssslave~”

You spurt cum all over Mommy’s tits, and your mind goes with it. Who you are, where you’re going… it all sinks down down down into the recesses of your mind. You don’t need any of that anymore- you’re just Mommy’s mindless melty fucktoy…

[jarofmayonassey]

squaldurs gate 3

so i started playing baldurs gate 3 multiplayer. as a very normal sorcerer. hes extremely normal. this is a normal trustworthy man. he is not a mind flayer in disguise. his name is squip. not similar to squid. dont look at him. dont ask where he gets his immense psychic power. he does NOT eat brains. he does NOT have a tragic backstory. he is NOT a construct of a traumatized and destroyed psyche. he is normal and romancing gordon freeman whos also in baldurs gate

[lesboyroxannewolf]

Trying to talk about the Tommyinnit/Tubbo/Molly polycule without sounding insane is impossible. How the fuck do you talk about this and sound normal.

[stormikitty]

Cosmic Love prompt:

Danny and Damian have been engaged since they were babies. The Fentons wanted access to Lazarus water, and they made a deal with the league of assassins to get it. Danny is trans. Danny and Damian haven't seen each other since Damian was 10 (I imagine Danny is anywhere from a few months to a year younger, so Danny was either 9 or 10 at the time). They had been seeing each other twice a year the last time they saw each other. They used to have more time scheduled to spend together before Damian started training to be an assassin. They weren't getting along when they last saw each other. Danny was upset/angry that his life had been planned out for him and that he was going to be in an arranged marriage. Damian was kind of a jerk at the time (because of trauma but he was still a jerk), and he thought Danny was being a jerk too because having his whole life planned for him was all Damian knew and it didn't make sense to him to get upset about it because that's his reality that he just had to accept. Damian does care about Danny, and cares about what he wants too. But they were kids. They were upset about their situation and frustrated and angry with each other and their families. They haven't had contact with each other at all since Damian came to Gotham.

Skip forward a few years and Damian has fallen in love with his best friend, Jon. He tells his family and Jon about the arranged marriage even though it's likely not going to be a thing anymore since he has cut ties with the league.

Damian and Jon start dating.

Danny is 16 and on the run from his parents and the GIW. He only managed to escape after he had already been captured and vivisected. He goes to Gotham because it'll be harder for his parents and the GIW to find him there. He runs into Damian and Jon at a park while he's at a point in his life where he's got nothing left an he's just sad, scared, angry, lonely, and he'd just about sell what's left of his life for a hug.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

ill make a whole piece on its own for the occasion but finally got 100% abno codex (finally got that one fuckass tool that has been evading me after 8 hrs of straight mem rep of the same 3 days). Library of Ruina time !!! ive been yelling about it to poor unfortunate souls who dont know abt pm at all . ill probably be busy playing it on my free time so not as much activity for a bit i think

[thepersonperson]

Also Your Sukuna 5-parter yapfest has lived in my head rent free. I’ve been like brainstorming drawing ideas and they keep coming in like crazy. Especially sukugo💀💀

That makes me incredibly happy. Please come off anon. I can make your ideas worse.

Sukugo is very appealing to me because of miscommunication and splatstick potential. Regeneration powers plus two guys who are mutually eager to push it to extreme limits through violence without properly talking to each other is so much fun.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Aurora sees Swiss wearing pants that are just tight enough to hug his hips and ass perfectly and SPRINTS full speed across the courtyard to smack his ass as hard as she can (it’s her love language)

[ltash]

Chicago

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader 'oneshot' approx 7k words

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Sexual theme, angst

You lived alone in an apartment in a high-rise building in Chicago. The sprawling cityscape, dotted with glimmering lights and towering structures, was both a symbol of your dreams and the weight of your burdens. You worked at a local food chain to make ends meet and pay your college fees, but it was getting harder day by day. Rent increases, rising grocery prices, medical expenses, and college fees all took a toll on you. You were a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes, innocent and pure. You never drank and rarely went to nightclubs. Your focus was on your studies and your job, but life was becoming increasingly difficult.

One evening, after pulling an all-nighter to finish an assignment, you arrived at work a few minutes late. The familiar scent of frying oil and the hum of the kitchen greeted you as you rushed through the door, apron in hand.

The manager, Mr. Thompson, a stern man with a graying mustache and a permanent frown, was waiting for you. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were cold. "Andrea," he called, his voice flat.

You felt a lump in your throat as you approached him. "Yes, Mr. Thompson?"

He glanced at his watch pointedly. "You're late."

You swallowed hard, the weight of your exhaustion pressing down on you. "I'm so sorry, sir. I had an assignment, and I—"

"I don't care," he interrupted, his tone icy. "This isn't the first time. You know the rules. You're fired."

"But sir," you pleaded, your voice shaking. "I really need this job. I have college fees, and rent, and—"

"Not my problem," he cut you off again. "You should have thought of that before being late. Clean out your locker and leave."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood there, stunned. "Please, Mr. Thompson. Just give me one more chance."

He shook his head, unmoved. "No more chances. You're done here."

The words echoed in your mind as you slowly turned and walked towards the back of the kitchen to gather your things. Your coworkers cast sympathetic glances your way, but no one dared to speak up. You stuffed your uniform into your bag and took one last look around the place that had become a second home to you, despite its harsh realities.

As you stepped out into the chilly evening air, the reality of your situation hit you like a freight train. You were jobless in a city that didn't care, with bills piling up and no safety net to catch you. The city lights, once symbols of hope, now seemed like distant stars in a cold, indifferent sky.

Ghost and his team were in the city to terminate Hassan, who was hiding in a nearby building. As night fell, Ghost left his hotel, blending into the city's shadows. He wore his usual uniform: a black windbreaker jacket and blue jeans. A sniper case hung on his shoulders, discreet but unmistakable to those in the know. He was a British Special Air Service operator, and US General Shepherd had given him the order to terminate his target.

While Soap, Price, and Garrick made their way to the adjacent building where Hassan and AQ soldiers were hiding, Ghost entered your building.

You were sad and depressed after being fired. Tears welled in your eyes as you stood in the elevator, a delicate chiffon floral dress hugging your curves. The day's weight pressed down on you, your mind lost in the swirl of worries about rent, college fees, and your future.

Just then, the elevator door slid open, and another man entered. You kept your gaze on the floor, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his skeleton gloves. They were striking and unusual, sending a shiver down your spine. The air felt charged with a strange tension as the doors closed, enclosing the two of you in the small space.

The elevator continued its ascent, each floor ticked off like a countdown to some unknown fate.

His eyes tracked your every small movement, taking in your saddened demeanor. He noticed the tear that you tried to discreetly wipe away, and for a moment, a pang of pity for you registered in his gut. However, he quickly squashed it. He was on a mission, and empathy had no place on the field. Yet, he found himself unable to look away from you, a strange attraction he couldn't quite comprehend.

Ghost let out a sigh, his voice surprisingly soft and calm compared to the usual gravelly tone he used in the field. "Rough day?" he asked, his head slightly tilted, watching you closely.

Your gaze remained fixated on the floor. You didn't have the courage to see who he was. "Yeah," you replied quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "You could say that."

He nodded, understanding the weight in your tone. "Sometimes it's like that," he said, his voice still gentle. "But you'll get through it."

You swallowed hard, the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. "Thanks," you managed to say, still not looking up. The elevator continued its ascent, the silence now feeling a bit more bearable with his presence.

The ding of the elevator signaled the arrival at your floor. As the doors slid open, you hesitated for a moment, then finally looked up. The man’s face was partially hidden by a hood and a mask with a skull pattern, his eyes dark and intense but not unkind.

"Take care," he said, giving you a small nod.

You nodded back, stepping out of the elevator. "You too," you replied, your voice a bit stronger now. As the doors closed behind you, you felt a strange sense of reassurance, a small spark of hope ignited by a chance encounter with a stranger.

As the elevator doors slid closed, cutting off his view of you, Ghost was left with a pang of... something he couldn't quite place. He mentally reprimanded himself. What the hell was he doing? He had a job, a mission to complete, and he was getting sidetracked by a civilian's problems.

But as he watched the floors climb on the elevator's display, he couldn't shake off the image of your sad face, the sound of your soft voice. It was like a ghost lingering in his mind, refusing to be ignored.

Ghost took a deep breath, trying to refocus. He had been through countless missions, seen and done things that would haunt most people for a lifetime. He was trained to compartmentalize, to set aside distractions and emotions. Yet, something about this brief encounter stuck with him.

He reached his floor and the elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Ghost stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, his senses immediately sharpening as he focused on the task at hand. He couldn’t afford to let anything else interfere with the mission.

As he moved silently down the hallway, his mind returned to the mission briefing. Hassan was a high-value target, and this operation was crucial. But even as he mentally recited the details, a small part of his mind drifted back to you.

Shaking his head, Ghost pushed those thoughts aside. There was no room for distraction. He approached the window at the end of the corridor, checking his surroundings before positioning himself with the sniper rifle. He could see the adjacent building where Soap, Price, and Garrick were already in position.

"Ghost, are you in place?" Price's voice crackled in his earpiece.

"Affirmative," Ghost replied, his voice back to its usual gravelly tone. "In position and ready."

"Good. Let's get this done," Price said, the determination clear in his voice.

Ghost settled into his role, his eyes scanning the building opposite through the scope. His mission took precedence, but somewhere deep down, he knew he wouldn't forget the brief encounter in the elevator. And perhaps, once this was all over, he would find himself wondering about the girl with the sad eyes and the floral dress.

Ghost focused intently on his target, waiting patiently for the signal to take the shot. His thoughts drifted to the girl in the flowery dress, but he quickly shook them off, refocusing on the task at hand.

The streets below were relatively quiet, considering the late hour. A few cars passed by occasionally, and a group of drunk young adults stumbled down the sidewalk, but other than that, the area was still.

In his earpiece, he heard Price's steady voice. "Soap, you got eyes on Hassan?"

"Affirmative," Soap replied. "He's on the move. Heading to the rendezvous point."

Ghost's eyes followed the movement in the building across from him. Through the scope, he spotted Hassan, surrounded by a few AQ soldiers. The tension in the air was palpable as he steadied his breath, preparing for the shot.

"Ghost, you ready?" Price's voice was calm but urgent.

"Ready," Ghost confirmed, his finger poised on the trigger.

"Take the shot," Price commanded.

In that split second, everything fell into place. Ghost's focus was razor-sharp as he squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, a silent symphony of precision. Hassan dropped, the mission objective achieved.

"Target down," Ghost reported, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Good work, Ghost. Soap, Garrick, secure the area," Price instructed.

As his team moved in to secure the building, Ghost allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction. The mission was successful. But as he packed up his gear and prepared to exfiltrate, the image of the girl in the elevator crept back into his mind.

You sat on your bed, tears streaming down your face. The landlord had given you a week's notice to leave the apartment because you couldn't pay last month's rent due to your tuition fees. On top of that, your job was gone. You saw the street down the window, knowing you would soon join the homeless community. But how could you survive being homeless? A gorgeous girl like you—it was so dangerous.

You thought it was your end, and you gave up. The weight of despair pressed down on you, suffocating and relentless. The idea of ending your life seemed like the only way to escape the overwhelming pain and fear. You decided to go to the roof to perform this deed, hoping for a final release from the relentless pressures and uncertainties.

With slow, heavy steps, you made your way to the elevator, your heart pounding with a mix of dread and resignation. The ride up felt interminable, each floor passing by like a countdown to your final moment.

The elevator doors opened, and you stepped out onto the roof. The night air was cool, and the city lights twinkled below, indifferent to your suffering. You walked to the edge, your breath hitching as you looked down.

As you stood there, contemplating the final step, you heard the faint sound of footsteps behind you.

After terminating Hassan, Ghost stood on the top floor, his eyes scanning the city below from the high-rise building. The mission was complete, but his mind wandered back to the brief encounter in the elevator. Suddenly, the ding of the elevator snapped him back to reality, and he saw you stepping out, tears still fresh on your cheeks. Before he could say anything, you headed towards the staircase.

Concerned, he followed after you, moving quickly but silently. He watched as you went and stood near the wall, then moved to the edge. The intent was clear, and his heart raced as he realized what you were planning to do.

"Oi!" he called after you, his thick British accent echoing in the open space. "The hell are ya doing up there?"

You froze, your heart pounding. "Don't come closer or I'll jump," you warned, your voice trembling with fear and determination.

Ghost's mind raced. He knew he had to act quickly. Utilizing his training and stealth skills, he moved with a silent, practiced precision. In a swift, calculated move, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you close, away from the edge.

You gasped in surprise, your initial reaction one of fear and resistance. "Let go of me!" you cried, struggling against his strong grip.

"Easy," Ghost murmured, his voice calm and reassuring. "I've got you. You're safe now."

You fought for a moment longer before the reality of your situation set in. The warmth and security of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold, hard edge of the ledge. Slowly, you stopped struggling, collapsing into his arms as the overwhelming emotions took over.

Ghost held you firmly but gently, keeping you anchored. "It's alright," he said softly. "You're not alone in this. We'll find a way to get through it."

Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him, your sobs wracking your body. The despair that had driven you to the edge began to ebb away, replaced by a fragile glimmer of hope.

Ghost guided you to a safer spot on the roof, never letting go of his protective hold. Once you were both seated, he loosened his grip but stayed close, his presence a steady anchor in your storm of emotions.

"What's your name?" he asked quietly, his eyes full of concern.

"Andrea," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"Andrea, I'm Ghost," he said, his tone gentle. "You're going to be alright. We'll figure this out together."

He brushed a hand gently across your hair, trying to soothe your sobs. "Just breathe, Andrea," he murmured, his voice gravelly, yet strangely comforting. "In and out. In and out."

As your sobs gradually subsided into soft hiccups, Ghost continued to hold you, his hand moving in gentle, comforting circles across your back. He could feel the tension leaving your body, replaced by a weary exhaustion.

He waited, giving you time to collect yourself, before speaking again. "You mind telling me what brought you up here tonight?" he asked quietly.

"My manager fired me from my job because I showed up late. I have been burning the midnight oil finishing my assignment and juggling between job, studies and work. I couldn't pay my rent last month so I have to leave my apartment within a week." You sobbed softly.

Ghost listened quietly as you explained the series of unfortunate events, his expression remaining stoic but his eyes revealing a flicker of understanding.

"That's a lot to deal with all at once," he responded, his voice still calm and steady. "Anyone would feel overwhelmed in your situation."

"I need to go back to my apartment." You said softly.

Ghost nodded, understanding the urgency in your voice. "Alright, I'll take you there," he said. He stood up, then reached out a hand to help you to your feet. "Can you walk?"

"Yes. I can." You looked at him, his eyes held a lot of stories.

As you took his hand and stood up, Ghost noticed the look in your eyes, the curiosity and interest that seemed to say you sensed something deeper about him.

He led you towards the staircase leading back downstairs, his hand still supporting you. "This way," he muttered, his voice gruff but not unkind.

As you both made your way through the dimly lit building, Ghost's mind raced with questions.

"So," he asked, breaking the silence, "you were planning to jump because of your current situation?"

"Yes. I was planning to end this misery once and for all." I nervously tucked a hairstrand as I walked with him towards my apartment.

Ghost's eyes narrowed slightly as he heard your response—he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern.

"You'd really consider ending everything over a shitty job and financial troubles?" he asked, his voice a little gruff.

You slowly opened your apartment door to reveal a spacious apartment, tall windows showing the nightlife down. Grey curtains hanging over them. It was lavish to say the least.

Ghost stepped into your apartment, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a cool, calculated gaze.

He turned to look at you, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Nice place," he commented flatly. "Didn't realize a fired worker could afford this level of comfort."

"I wasn't fired until today." You replied closing the door and leaning against it.

"Right," Ghost responded, still looking around the apartment. He noticed the way you leaned against the door, exhaustion and defeat written all over your expression. "But you said you couldn't pay the rent. You're getting evicted, right?"

"Yeah. Soon. Have to say goodbye to my place. I will be homeless sooner or later. My college fee is quite a lot. Either I pay the fees or rent." You sat on the couch in front of him across the coffee table.

Ghost took a seat in a chair across from you, his eyes fixed on you, studying your every movement.

"So why are you still going to college then? If you can't pay the fees or the rent, seems pointless to keep dragging this on," he asked bluntly.

Ghost looked at you with surprise that flickered across his face for a moment, then his expression returned to its usual stoicism. "Criminal Psycology, huh?" he replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "And then you'll join the CIA?"

He paused for a moment. "Yeah, coffee would be nice," he said with a brief nod.

You stood up and went towards the coffee maker. After preparing two cups of coffee. You handed him a mug. Your soft fingers brushing his gloved hand subtly.

As your fingers brushed against his gloved hand, Ghost felt a sudden, unexpected rush of warmth.

He took the mug quietly, careful not to react to the contact, though his dark eyes flicked up to meet yours for a brief moment. "Thanks," he muttered, his voice rough.

"You are welcome." You crossed your legs. The skin of your thighs shining in the light. "What were you doing on the roof, Ghost?" You asked.

Ghost's eyes flicked down towards your exposed thighs for a moment before he quickly diverted his gaze back to your face.

"I was... on a mission." he replied, his voice carefully neutral.

"What mission exactly?" You asked.

Ghost took another sip of his coffee, his eyes fixed on yours, as if trying to gauge how much he could reveal. "Can't really say," he said gruffly. "Classified, you know?"

"It's fine. No need to tell me. Are you in the British military, by the way? Your badge says Taskforce." You swirled the coffee gently.

Ghost was a bit taken aback that you had noticed his badge.

"I'm a part of Task Force 141," he confirmed, his voice still guarded. "British army."

"You made a saluting gesture. Thanks for your service Captain." You giggled.

Ghost couldn't help but let out a huff of surprise at your giggling, and for the first time since meeting you, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"It's Lieutenant, actually," he corrected, his voice still gruff but with a hint of amusement. "And you don't need to salute me, lass."

"Lieutenant! Very impressive. Its not easy to be a part of the best elite force. It takes great courage and bravery." You said as you stood up to put the cup on the counter.

Ghost watched you as you walked to the counter, his gaze lingering on the curves of your body as you moved.

He quickly looked away and took another sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the thoughts that were beginning to swirl in his mind. "Don't need no praises, love," he grunted. "Just doing my job."

"So, your mask is part of your job? Isn't it?" You stood near the window and looked at him smiling.

Ghost tensed slightly when you mentioned his mask.

"You're full of questions, aren't ya?" he retorted gruffly, setting the coffee mug down on the table forcefully. "And yeah. The mask is part of the job. Keeps my identity hidden."

You smiled shyly. "How stupid I am that I don't even know the real name of my saviour." You leaned against the glass window.

Ghost's eyes darted up to meet yours, his expression unreadable. He felt a strange mix of annoyance and something else he couldn't quite place.

"Don't need to know my name," he grumbled, shifting in his seat. "Saving you doesn't mean you get to know my life story."

You were so embarrassed. "It's ok." You looked away.

Ghost saw the look of embarrassment on your face and instantly regretted his harsh tone. He often forgot how his bluntness could come off as rude.

He got up from the chair and walked over to where you stood. "Hey," he said, his voice soft. "Look at me."

You went to the kitchen and filled yourself a glass of water. Tears were welled up in your eyes. Sitting on the kitchen counter, you started drinking water.

He followed you into the kitchen, noticing the tears welling up in your eyes. It was unlike anything he'd seen before.

He moved towards you, his footsteps quiet against the kitchen tiles. "Hey," he said again, gentler this time. "You alright?"

"Yeah. I am fine. I have always been fine. Never drank, never partied, and never had relationships. I have always been on my own. Fine as hell." You blurted out.

Ghost leaned against the counter opposite you, his dark eyes studying you silently.

"You don't sound fine," he responded, his tone still gruff but not unkind. "Sounds like you're tired of being strong and of being alone."

"Doesn't even matter." You choked on your emotions. You looked at him before you threw your head back, closing your eyes in defeat as you placed your hands on the counter beside you. Your legs slightly parted. You looked absolutely ravishing.

For a moment, Ghost's gaze travelled down towards your legs, parted slightly on the counter, the dress riding higher up your thighs.

"It does matter," he replied gruffly, his voice lower than usual. He clenched his jaw, trying to push down the unexpected attraction he was feeling. "Don't say it doesn't."

You closed your eyes, letting the remaining tears fall. "Some people are broken, and I am one of them. Always in war with myself." You whispered.

Ghost listened to your words, feeling a pang in his chest. He knew that feeling all too well, the constant internal battle with oneself.

He took a step closer to you, his voice quieter than before. "You're not broken," he said, his gaze fixed on your face. "You're just battle-worn."

"I am looking for my blood on people's hands. Those who hurt me were my own. That is why I live here, all alone." I looked at him with my wet eyes.

He slowly reached out and laid a hand gently on your knee, his touch surprisingly tender. "Who hurt you?" he asked, his voice gruff but with a hint of protective anger.

"My own parents, my siblings, nobody is here for me. I am on my own. Left to rott in this city of souls." You whispered.

He moved closer to you, his body suddenly too close to yours. He could almost feel the heat radiating off your skin and smell the faint scent of your perfume. "You're not alone," he said firmly, his voice low. "Not anymore."

He removed his hand from your knee and slowly moved it up your leg, his touch light but electrifying. The feel of your skin under his fingertips was almost intoxicating, awakening feelings he thought he had buried deep down.

His hand reached your inner thigh, the heat from your body seeping through the thin material of your dress, making him want to touch more of you, claim more of you.

He was standing between your legs. You shuddered on his touch. A gasp escaped your lips.

Ghost smirked slightly at the gasp that escaped your lips, the sound sending a jolt straight to his groin. He moved even closer to you, his hips pressing against your inner thighs as he leaned in, his mouth hovering just above your ear.

"You like that, luv?" he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

"What are you doing?" Your shuddering voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled lowly, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. He moved his hand higher, his fingers tracing circles on the sensitive skin of your thigh.

"What does it look like I'm doin?" he asked huskily, his other hand coming up to cup your chin, tilting your face towards his.

You fell on the counter leaning against your elbows, your eyes dazy, you take shallow breaths looking at him.

He lifted his hand to your face, his fingers tracing the contour of your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "You look perfect like this," he murmured, his voice rougher than ever.

He could sense your inexperience, yet it only made him more attracted to you. You were untouched, pure, and he wanted to be the one to take you, claim you, make you his.

He moved his hand from your cheek to your hair, his fingers threading through your locks, holding your head still as he leaned in even closer. "You're a bloody angel," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

He lowered his mouth to your neck, his lips gently trailing kisses along your skin, his teeth nipping at your pulse point. His hand moved down to your hip, his touch firm and possessive.

He pulled you close, your sensitive spot though a thin fabric away rubbing on the rough fabric of his jeans. You fell completely on the counter, your hips rocked gently, and a scream escaped your lips. Your hands clutched the counter hard.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, his voice hoarse with lust. He moved his head to the side, his lips finding the sweet spot on your neck, his mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses on your skin.

He placed his lips on yours, taking them in a passionate kiss. His hand tugged at the front of your dress as he pulled the front strap gently, losing it. He took off his gloves. His hands glided your outer thighs as he gently peeled off your panties. Down and up smoothly gliding from your legs.

He broke the kiss reluctantly, his breath ragged as he pulled his mouth away from yours. "Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body, the dress now loosened at the front.

His hands now moved higher to the soft mounds of your breasts teasing and pinching your nipples, his touch more possessive than ever. He lifted you gently, his strength clear, and set you down on the counter, positioning himself between your legs.

He leaned in, his mouth near your ear. "I want to fuck you right here, right now," he growled, his voice like a hot, primal rumble.

He brought his hand to your chin, lifting it up to make you look at him. His intense gaze locked with yours, his eyes dark and hungry. "Say yes," he commanded, his voice a low, gruff murmur. "Say you want me as much as I want you."

"Yes, Sir!" Your voice trembled.

"Good girl," he purred, his voice low and filled with desire. He ran his hands up your sides, rubbing the buds of your nipples, the dress gathering around your hips as he explored every inch of your body.

His hand moved lower, his fingers slipping between your legs, touching you intimately. He felt the heat and dampness between your legs, causing him to draw in a sharp breath. "Fuuuuck," he groaned, his eyes closing briefly.

As Ghost removed the mask, his face was unveiled for the first time to you. Sharp, harsh lines defined his features, a scar running down one side of his face, but somehow, that only added to his rugged attractiveness.

His eyes, a dark stormy grey, met yours, the intensity and raw desire in them clear and unapologetic.

A whimper escaped your lips as you saw him. He pulled your hair back, tilting your head back. His finger rubbing gentle circles around your clit.

He continued to touch you, his fingers circling and rubbing, all the while watching your reactions, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like that, don't you?"

His other hand, still holding your hair, tugged gently, tilting your head backwards even further. He leaned in, his mouth just above yours, his breath hot against your lips. "Answer me," he ordered, his voice a low, guttural rumble.

"Yes!" Your voice broken in desperation.

He captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you thoroughly. His hand in your hair tightened, pulling your head back more.

His fingers pushed deep inside you, eliciting a small gasp from your lips.

Your body arched, you let out a throaty scream as you arched your back. Your pussy clenched against his fingers.

The sound of your scream, the feel of you clenching around his fingers, was enough to drive Ghost even further over the edge. He growled, his eyes locked on your face, his breath ragged.

"Ahhh! Fuck." Your moan echoed. His fingers stretched you as he continued moving them in and out.

It drove him wild. He upped his pace, his fingers moving into your pussy faster, deeper, making you moan even louder. The sounds you were making were driving him insane.

"You feel so good," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "I could do this all bloody night."

His lips moved over your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. He nipped at your skin, his teeth scraping against your sensitive flesh.

At the same time, his fingers continued their relentless pace in your cunt, his touch becoming rougher, more demanding. He felt your body responding to him, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your muscles clenching and trembling.

"Such a needy little cunt for me." He whispered.

His words, rough and guttural, sent a shockwave through you. His hand in your hair tightened once more, and he tugged your head back, exposing your neck to him.

"You like it when I talk like that, huh?" he whispered against your ear, his voice a low, primal growl. "You like being my little needy...thing?"

He felt your body shudder and convulse, your pussy clenching as you came undone under his touch. His eyes, dark and intense, watched your face as you rode out your climax, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

His fingers continued to move within you for a few moments more, prolonging your pleasure before he slowly withdrew them. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Bloody hell," he murmured, "you're bloody perfect."

His eyes widened slightly as he saw the sight of your blood on his fingers. He brought his hand closer to his face, looking at the crimson staining his skin.

His eyes darkened, his expression unreadable, as he looked up at you. "You're a virgin," he stated quietly, his voice a mix of surprise and something else.

You nodded slowly.

He leaned in, his hands on either side of you, trapping you against the counter. "And you want me to be your first?" he asked, his voice soft yet intense.

You nodded again.

He studied your face, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.

He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just above your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You have no idea what you're asking of me," he whispered, his voice guttural. "I'm not a gentle man."

"It's ok." You whispered.

His eyes darkened at your words, the raw desire in them nearly blazing.

"No, it's not," he replied, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "You're untouched, pure. I'm anything but."

His hands moved to your hips, his grip tight, almost possessive. "You deserve someone gentle, someone who can be tender with you," he continued, his voice gruff yet tinged with reluctance.

"I don't need anyone but you." You whispered

"Don't say that," he said, his voice ragged, almost pleading. "You don't know what you're saying. I'm not the hero in a fairytale, and I'm definitely not the type you take home to Mom."

You slowly sat, "I don't have a mom to take you to her, and I don't care what you do. You already touched me, and I am already so far there is no going back."

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he watched you, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation.

He closed his eyes, his head tilting back as if in defeat. "Damned woman," he muttered, his voice a low, guttural grumble.

"Let me love you." You whispered.

Something flickered in his eyes at your words. Raw, painful vulnerability mixed with something he wouldn't, or couldn't, let himself be loved.

"I don't know how," he muttered, his voice a ragged whisper. He looked at you, a mixture of self-pity and longing in his eyes. "I don't know how to let myself be loved. I don't even know if I deserve it."

"Beating yourself up for taking lives, you were compulsive to do things as a soldier. Its not your fault. Its not easy what you do. It changes you, it makes you a sadist but I saw you beyond that mask when you saved me from committing suicide. This mask doesn't define who you really are. You are just hiding behind it. Hiding from your true self. Ghost."

His eyes widened as you voiced his innermost thoughts, his mind reeling from the raw truth of your words. No one had ever seen him the way you did, had ever come close to understanding the turmoil and guilt that haunted him.

He swallowed hard, his usual aloof and stoic demeanour falling away, replaced by a vulnerability he couldn't hide.

"How can you see me? How can you see through all of this?" he murmured, gesturing to the mask and his military uniform.

"It takes a broken soul to understand another. Though I don't do what you do but I am broken in ways I can't be put back together now." I whispered cupping his face.

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as if savouring the feeling of your fingers against his skin.

"You're not broken," he said, his voice a ragged whisper. "You're just dented, like me. But you've survived. And that's more than a lot of people can say."

"You deserve to be loved like every other human. Don't keep running like that. You can keep running, but you can't hide from your true self. I know your true self may be buried somewhere in you. I will just have to take it out." I whispered.

He opened his eyes, the raw vulnerability in them almost too much to bear.

He looked away, his jaw clenching as he tried to suppress the maelstrom of emotions swirling within him.

"You don't know what you're getting into," he warned, his voice a gruff whisper. "If you really knew who I was, the things I've done..."

"If you cannot come to terms with what you do, just leave it or accept the truth. Not many can do what you can. It takes nerves of steel, but someone has to do it and that someone is you. Don't beat yourself cus it's your duty to your country. You are not a war criminal just protecting your country."

He let out a derisive laugh, the sound bitter and humorless.

"Duty," he repeated, the word as foreign on his tongue as a confession. "That's all it is. I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore. It's just kill or be killed, day in, day out."

You slipped down the counter and wore your dress again.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with tension.

"We are done. We cant be together." You said raising your hands in surrender.

His face darkened, a mixture of anger and hurt flaring in his eyes. "Why not?" he demanded, his voice taking on a hard, stubborn edge.

"Cus you cant understand a word I am trying to say." You tried to explain.

His jaw clenched tight, his fist fisting at his side.

"Maybe it's you who doesn't understand," he snapped. "You think you can just waltz in here, talk about love and acceptance, and change me? You don't know the first thing about me. About what I've been through."

"What do you even want from me? Just my body?" You yelled.

He closed the distance between you, his body towering over you, his presence menacing and intense.

"Is that what you think of me?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "That I only want your body?"

"I want to give you my soul, but you are not accepting." You took a step back.

"I know what I am saying. I cant bicker anymore. I dont have the energy."

His eyes softened slightly at your words, the hardness in his expression giving way to a hint of gentleness.

But the stubborn, closed-off part of him refused to let go. "You're just going to give up?" he asked, his voice a frustrated grumble.

"Yes. Just like you dont wanna be loved." You spat.

His jaw clenched tight at your words, his eyes narrowing.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice harsh and defensive. "It's not that I don't want to be loved. I just..."

He trailed off, his words catching in his throat. He looked away, refusing to meet your gaze.

"Cat got your tongue now?" You jabbed.

He scowled at your jab, his eyes flashing with irritation.

"Shut up, woman," he snapped, his voice gruff and irritable. "You're asking too much of me. You're asking me to open up, to let you in, when I've spent my entire life keeping people out."

"Why did you come here then?" You snapped back.

His expression darkened as if your question had hit a raw nerve.

"I didn't come here for this," he muttered, his voice a low, guttural murmur. "I came here because... because…"

He trailed off, struggling to find the words, his usual icy demeanor faltering slightly.

Because.....?

"Cus I can't stay away from you."

He muttered the words, as if the admission was wrenched from him against his will.

You nearly lunged at him, wrapping your legs and arms arms around him and crashing your lips onto his.

For a moment, he was frozen in surprise, your sudden display of affection catching him off guard.

But then something primal, something primal and possessive, flared within him. He wrapped his arms around you, hauling you closer to him, his mouth claiming yours in a fierce, almost desperate kiss.

He put you on your bed. Tearing your dress apart, he took off his shirt and jacket.

"I need you please. I can't let you go." You pleaded.

"Just take me, rock me, throw me around, have your way. Anything just to be close to you. " Tears welled up in your eyes.

"This won't be soft or gentle," he warned, his voice a ragged whisper. "I'll take what I want, and I won't stop until I'm done."

"Do it." You pleaded.

Part 2 link.