#ghost x male oc

[the-whispers-of-death]

Transfer Him (Or Not)

A/N: For context, here is Python's introduction Ghost. And here is Python's basic info post.

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It took Ghost two days of putting up with Python before he stomped towards Price's office. He practically threw open the door, glowering at the captain for what he has had to put up with from the American medic.

"Transfer him." Ghost growled out as he stalked towards Price's desk.

Price looked up from where he writing a report. "'Him" who? Be more specific, there's all men here in this task force," he replied, amused with his own joke. He chuckled for a bit before turning serious, raising a brow at his lieutenant. "Is it Soap? I thought you liked him now."

Ghost scowled beneath his mask, crossing his arms. "I do and I was talking about that bastard American medic," he grumbled.

"Python?" Price couldn't help it, he burst out into laughter, which only made Ghost more irritated. He had his laughing fit for a whole minute before he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, his smile forming on his face. "You want me to transfer Python?"

"Yes," Ghost said gruffly, not understanding why Price found it so funny.

"No."

"What? Why not?"

Price's amusement was gone now, his hands moving around some paperwork on his desk. He waited until he was sure Ghost was seriously asking the question. "Ghost, I can't transfer Python," he explained, his words careful. "For one, I didn't transfer him to us in the first place, Laswell did, and secondly, a medic would be good for us. You and Soap barely made it out alive in Las Alamas. So he's staying, no matter how much you don't like him."

Ghost growled at that, very upset by Price's logic. "I don't trust him. The last American we trusted was Graves, and we all know how that turned out," he said.

"Do you trust me, Ghost?"

"Without question."

Price smiled at that, knowing he could always count on his lieutenant to trust him. "Then trust that I know you'll end up liking Python," he replied. "Besides, you don't even know him well enough to hate him. He's only been here for two days."

Ghost grumbled again. "I know him enough to know he's a mysterious bastard."

"Ah, so you two have that in common," Price said, his smile widening into a grin at the playful glower Ghost threw his way for that comment. He chuckled. "Just... Try to be nice, okay? You wouldn't want to piss off a medic, Ghost. Trust me."

Ghost nodded and then left the office so Price could get back to work. He decided to head to the base hospital, heading out of the building he was in and making his way over to the base hospital.

He walked inside the base hospital and made it to the office that was designated as Python's. As he walked there, Soap came out of the office with Gaz in tow, Soap having his hand bandaged.

"What happened to you?" Ghost asked, frowning at Soap's bandaged hand. He went to grab it to get a closer look but Soap pushed his hand away with his good one.

Soap gave Ghost a cheeky grin. "It's nothing, mate. A simple second-degree burn from a cooking accident," he told Ghost nonchalantly. "I just went in to see the doc to get it bandaged."

Gaz interjected, rolling his eyes. "I brought him to Python," he explained his presence there. "Soap wasn't even going to treat it and I had to drag him to Python's office."

"You're such a tattletale, Gaz," Soap complained, his voice almost a whine. He then turned to Ghost, a curious glint in his eyes. "Why are you on your way to Python? Injured, aye?"

Ghost playfully pushed at Soap's chest. "My business is my business," he said, warning Soap not to push for details.

Soap merely smiled, used to Ghost's evasiveness. "You and Python are similar in that respect. A pair of men who want to remain as mysterious as possible."

Ghost rolled his eyes and bid goodbye to Gaz and Soap, Gaz playfully dragging Soap back to the barracks. He watched them leave before walking up the office door, knocking, and entering.

"You injured?" Python asked as soon as Ghost stepped in, lifting his head up from where he was putting away the bandages and gauze back into the drawer of his desk. "And on a scale from one to ten, how bad is it?"

"You know, most medics are less harsh when it comes to asking how bad an injury is." Ghost couldn't help but have a little bite in his voice, feeling annoyed whenever Python was in his vicinity.

Ever since he met the man, Ghost had this need, this itch, and he could only assume it was because they were so similar that Ghost hated it with a passion. And yet, Ghost found himself wanting to be closer.

He pushed down that sudden urge, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Anyways, I'm not here because I'm injured," he said, eyeing the taller man.

Python finished putting away the bandages and gauze back in the drawer of his desk, closing the drawer before giving Ghost his full attention. He still had on that damned mask and balaclava that made Ghost all that aware of how similar they were. "Okay, why are you here then?" he asked, moving around his desk to sit on the edge of the surface of said desk.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm... I'm going to try to get along with you," Ghost blurted out awkwardly, at a loss for words. He was never a talker anyways.

"Okay," Python said after a minute of waiting for Ghost to say more.

"Okay? That's all you have to say?"

And there Ghost was, getting irritated with Python all over again. It was like there was an inferno in his chest, an emotion he couldn't describe but was so intense that it made him so irritable to the way Python was so cagey.

"Bloody hell," Ghost exclaimed, unable to help the rush of emotions. He threw his arms up in the air in a "I give up" gesture and turned away from the infuriating man. "It's like talking to a wall! Fine, keep yourself locked away, see if I care."

With those words, he stomped out of the office, slamming the door shut. Despite his irritation, Ghost's lips couldn't help but twitch into a small smile when he heard Python curse at the door being slammed shut.

So the medic does express some emotion, Ghost thought to himself. Interesting.

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A/N: This was longer than I thought it would be. But have this, Ghost not understanding what emotion he's feeling. He doesn't like his questions being brushed off by Python, but he doesn't understand that he too does that to others. But also, what was Python supposed to say in response, Ghost, huh? I still love Ghost, it's fine.

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[soaps-hoe-141]

They're Fraternizing Your Honor

@foreverrunningfree Yall can thank them for this one. They bribed me and so here we are... Enjoy!!! (It's gonna be absolutely filthy so just a fair warning before we even get to the warnings)

Ever feel like a mad scientist before you drop a chapter? Cause that's me right now about to press the button to send the masses scattering.

Pairing: Konig x Soap x Ghost x Transmasc!OC (OC is Watcher there is lore pinned in my master list)

WC: 11k

Synopsis: Foursome between the gayest lil military men, it's filthy and it is all smut. No plot, not a single bit, enjoy.

Warnings: All smut, NSFW, filthy, minors DNI

Their lips pressed hard together, Ghost's hands holding on to the thin waist in front of him. He pulled the hips flush to his own, rocking into him with a quick smile before he flicked his eyes up. Hazel stared at the other men behind the mask that was still halfway covering his face. Fingers found his shoulders then, working the muscles from behind while they watched the other two men quietly. His mouth pulled away and the other Scot's mouth moved to the thick neck and kissed lightly against the pale and scarred skin. "You like this Johnny? Make you feel good watching him?" Soap nodded slowly, head tilting to the side as strong fingers moved up his neck. His own hips pressed backwards, his body coming flush against the strong chest behind him.

It wasn't as wide as Ghost's, more lean and less give but not an unpleasant feeling. Especially when it was accompanied with the hardening length against the small of his back hidden only by the thick fabric of pants. His teeth drug over the bottom of his lip, before he reached up and grabbed Konig by the back of his neck before pulling his head down to his mouth. Their lips met hungrily, teeth hitting together as he turned in the long arms. He took control of their urgency, tongue slipping past Konig's lips with a smirk when he heard the tall man's soft little moans. Eyes burned into his back before he felt a hand on his shoulder turning him around and away from Konig's mouth. Watcher was staring at his partner and Soap hungrily, enjoying the sight just as much as Soap had been a few seconds ago.

Ghost's fingers held his jaw steady, his burning gaze on azure hues before he leaned closer, whispering against Soap's mouth, "Don't forget you're mine." Lips pressed gently against his own, a light tease at first, before teeth were biting into the plush flesh for just a moment. Full of possession and need that was tempered only by the ginger Scot who was still nibbling along the length of the thick neck bared now before him. Scarred and tattooed and shining perfectly in the gleam of the light, his hard muscles tensing every time the lips teased over his flesh.

A quiet groan fell from the Scotsman before he flashed a grin up at the big man, "Never m’eudail." The hand holding Soap’s face fell away and Konig's mouth found his shoulder as he traced the scar there, hands wrapping around to lay flat against his bare stomach to pull him flush to his own bare torso once more. Dark hairs littered the Scot’s belly, dipping below the waistband of his jeans in a clear pathway to the treasure that laid below. Both him and the Austrian were content with enjoying the sight of Watcher and Ghost tasting one another's mouths. Their hands steadily explored one another while Konig grinded forward against his backside, warm breath was blowing over his bare skin as the outline of his hardening cock pressed against thick fabric.

Konig’s fingers edged lower along the dark haired Scot’s stomach as Watcher’s moved around to Ghost’s back and followed the same downward trajectory. His hands slipped below the waistband of Ghost’s jeans and underwear, grabbing himself a handful of the plump ass that awaited him beneath, all the while earning a smirk from the big man. Soap groaned when he felt a large hand cupping his own hardening member, leaning his head back against Konig’s bare chest and closing his eyes. He felt a gaze burning his skin for just a moment before the bed creaked under someone’s weight. Azure hues opened quickly and watched as Ghost knelt down in front of Watcher, his large hands working at the young Scot’s belt with a hurried determination.

That had the Scotsman’s hips rolling forward into the friction of the palm cupping him before Soap was grabbing him by the arm and pulling Konig towards the bed, only to gesture with a jerk of his chin towards it before they had reached their destination. The tall man raised an eyebrow at him curiously before sinking down to sit on the bed beside Watcher, "Soap?" The curiosity was answered nearly immediately as Soap's fingers worked at his own jeans. He popped the button easily, shoving the fabric over the swell of his ass before fishing out his throbbing length.

When he heard Watcher groan, his azure hues looked over at the Lieutenant on his knees with his tongue delving into the wet depths between the other Scot's legs. Watching his barely uncovered nose disappear into the short ginger curls and nudge hard at the bundle of nerves that he knew was hidden there. The dark haired Scot was so entranced by the sight of Ghost eating the younger man out it caught him by surprise when he felt a large hand wrap around his own length, his eyes flicking back to Konig who had a small smirk on his face. "Fuck your hands are big, Konig." His eyes shut for a short moment, teeth grazing over his bottom lip as the callused skin ran down his length slowly.

A quick comment rose from the parted lips of the other Scot as he answered, "Not the only thing that's big, Soap." That earned a quiet chuckle from Soap and a hum of appreciation from Ghost who was still putting in work with his mouth. A loud moan erupted from the ginger as his hips bucked into the open mouth, the vibration of Ghost’s hum sending shockwaves through the smaller man’s body. It took him a second to regain his thoughts before he took a breath and said, "Show him a good time, aye Konig?" The blue eyes caught Konig's green, Watcher glancing at the hand slowly running the length of Soap's cock with a breathy sigh.

"With pleasure little Newt," the Austrian answered and then he leaned down to press a light kiss to Watcher’s pretty lips. Fuck, Soap could imagine those wrapped around his cock just as easily as he could remember when Ghost's had been there before. When Konig sat back up though it quickly became a reality, his lips wrapping around him as he groaned aloud at the feeling. The wet heat surrounding his throbbing cock was driving him nearly to madness already as the tongue slid over his length as he went. Relief flooded through him though after a few seconds of finally being inside of something.

Ghost was hard at work just as well. One hand sliding over the expanse of the ginger’s torso. His fingernails grazed over the toned stomach before they continued up and traced one of the vines as he went. All the way up until his hand stalled at the other’s collarbone, his tongue licking a stripe up the other man’s drooling entrance until the tip of his tongue flicked over the man’s clit. There was a quiet hum of approval at the action which earned him another flick of the tongue, the hum growing a bit in volume as Ghost continued until Watcher was starting to pant into the air. His orgasm was growing closer and closer now and it was only fueling the desire in the other three men as well who were all watching closely with heated gazes.

Even Konig was popping the button on his own pants now, hurriedly delving inside to wrap his hand around himself. Soap’s head was in the clouds at this point with his fingers tangled into dark red locks of hair as he guided the other man’s mouth down his length, his hips rocking forward to meet every bob of his head. It wasn’t until Konig gasped and let out a low groan that azure hues opened to gaze down his front.

The Lieutenant had slipped his hand between Konig’s thighs and taken hold of his huge erection. With his black gloves still on. The Austrian was whining around Soap’s length as Ghost worked him steadily. Watcher’s icy eyes were nearly black, his pupils blown wide with lust as the big man continued to eat him out. “Steamin’ Jesus, Ghost,” the dark haired Scot groaned out as he watched the two other men being taken care of by his man.

Soap’s hips thrusted forward into Konig’s open mouth, feeling the man as he did his best not to gag on the length. The Austrian’s throat was swallowing around him, saliva dribbling down his chin as the Scotsman held his head in place, refusing to allow his retreat. Even when the other’s hands came up to find his hips. Fingers were wrapped around the bones of his hips, gently pushing backwards before Soap whispered, “Ah come on, Konig. Just a few more seconds, aye?”

Immediately the hands at his hips stopped their gentle pushing, green eyes flicking up to land on azure hues before he forced himself down all the way, taking him completely with his nose pressed against those dark curls. A low growl vibrated through him and brought a flash of a smile to Soap’s mouth, “Eager to please are ye?” The mouth currently choking on the Scotsman’s length opened just enough for some kind of affirmative sound to come out before the sound of Fyn’s whining beside them stalled.

“Johnny,” azure hues flicked over towards the big man before he released his hold on Konig’s head the second he saw the look in those hazel eyes. His mask was still barely pushed up his nose, his mouth a mess of Fyn’s arousal and his own saliva. Soap’s knees felt weak just looking at him, that infamous glare settled directly on his face before it shot once to where Watcher was starting to writhe beneath him. He could stop the dark haired Scotsman with a mere look, but Konig and the ginger needed a…rougher touch.

The grip on Konig’s cock tightened at the base and stilled as the tall man huffed out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Ghost’s other hand shot to Fyn’s exposed neck, pressing just barely against his delicate throat in a silent threat of more if he kept being so greedy. Afterall Ghost was the only one who was still fully clothed, and even still partially masked up. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his straining erection in his pants but he was paying it no mind, like it didn’t even exist. Why did that make every single one of them only want him more?

Ghost pushed himself up from where he’d been kneeling in front of Fyn, his hazel eyes still on Soap as he did. There was no doubt who had seized control of their situation, and the others were more than happy to relinquish it, for now at least. The Lieutenant stepped towards the dark haired Scot before he grabbed the man by the back of the neck. Soap went rigid under his grip, his heart beating faster at the feel of the large hand like an iron claw around his neck.

The strong hand guided the shorter man to the bed, before his free arm wrapped around his torso and Ghost’s slicked mouth pressed against the crook where his shoulder met his neck. “Fyn,” the name came out more like a question than a statement as the Brit’s voice rasped beside his ear. Watcher gave an answering hum, his own quiet question sounding off in answer, “Can Johnny fuck you?” Soap pressed back into Ghost’s chest at the question before his azure gaze trailed slowly up the freckled and tattooed body. His cock jumped at the thought and Fyn didn’t miss it. Icy eyes shooting down and only making it jump once more as Soap fought back the eager look in his eyes.

“I dinnae know, can he?” Watcher answered the question with his own, and the dark haired Scot let out a breath he’d pent up, turning his eyes to where Konig was lazily stroking himself as he watched the interaction. Ghost hummed against where his teeth were nibbling at his neck before Soap grinded back against him once more with another quiet sigh.

Finally the dark haired Scotsman broke right as the big man currently holding him in place sucked hard at his neck, no doubt there would be a hickey there later. A breathy sigh fell out past his parted lips as he whispered to Ghost, “Please, Lt, I wan tae fuck him.” Watcher’s fingers slid down, teasing himself as he enjoyed the view of the Brit having his way with the other Scotsman. It only made Soap more eager, one foot starting forward before the hand at his neck slid quickly to the front, holding his throat in a dangerously tight grip. A short whine left the shorter man as he tilted his head back, “Please, bloody hell, please Ghost. I need tae fuck him.”

There was a low growl against the skin of his shoulder as the Lieutenant sunk his teeth into the muscled shoulder. Pain rolled through the muscle in slow, aching waves before Ghost finally decided to let go. The big man’s mouth settled just behind Soap’s ear then as he finally relinquished his control, “Go ahead.” The hand around his torso and throat immediately let go as he gave his permission.

No one had to tell Soap twice though, the jeans he’d been clad in moments before were shucked off and on the ground in a moment. Thrown off to the side and out of the way along with his underwear as he stepped towards the smaller man awaiting him on the bed. Fyn looked delectable laying there, fingers still toying with his dripping core as he watched the other Scot make his way onto the bed. Soap’s mouth descended onto Watcher’s in a moment, eagerly tasting his lips in teasing flicks of his tongue before the younger man returned the favor with a smirk against his mouth.

Strong hands slid over freckled flesh, glancing down as his fingers made their way down. It didn’t take long for him to find the sensitive head of Watcher’s cock, the pads of his fingers circling it with deliberate slowness. Earning a low groan of pleasure from the younger man beneath him. At least until he pulled at the collar of Soap’s shirt, dragging him closer as the teasing tongue slipped past his lips, delving into the depths of the older man’s mouth. Fyn was a fiend, his mouth eager and needy as strong fingers continued to circle the sensitive bud agonizingly slow. Delicate hands proving not so delicate as they ripped the shirt off over Soap’s head and their lips continued their heated dance.

His hips canted up, both of them groaning as the toned stomach glided over his leaking and needy member. The young man growled against his mouth in the next moment, “He said tae fuck me, ye slow cunt.” Watcher’s freehand slid around his scarred side, fingernails digging into a rounded cheek as the smaller man rutted up against him again. Soap breathed out another heavy sigh as he too grinded down into him, the slightly sweaty skin against his sensitive cock sending a rush of heat through him.

A moment later the larger Scot was pushing himself up with one hand, the other hurriedly taking hold of himself at the base. Azure hues focused on the sight between them, the head of his prick dragging through the young man’s arousal. Gathering it on the tip before his eyes shot up to find Fyn’s heated gaze and he muttered out, “Fine ye wee bastart.” Soap slid in slowly at first, moaning as the walls tightened around him in response, feeling as if they were somehow beckoning him deeper inside. Pulling him further in as the man beneath him canted his hips up in an attempt to meet his slow moving hips.

Ginger curls pillowed against the comforter as his head fell back and his pale neck bared to Soap’s mouth. There was a whine to his left as the azure gaze turned quickly to find Konig watching them with a heated look in his eyes. His hand had been replaced by Ghost’s mouth though as his tongue slid over the sensitive skin. The tip of that devilish tongue catching at the ridge before flattening against the underside and taking him into his mouth. Konig whined again at the attention but his eyes never left the two Scots as their hips began to slap against one another.

Soap’s elbows were braced on either side of Fyn’s shoulders with his mouth devouring freckled and tattooed flesh, his eyes staring hard at Konig and Ghost. More than enjoying the sight of his man pleasuring someone who was actually taller than him for once, funny enough. He let out a huff of air at the thought before he pushed himself up to his knees on the bed, nearly falling off the edge but somehow managing to stay firmly buried inside of the small ginger.

Fyn’s thighs draped over his before they hooked around his waist and he crossed his ankles at the small of his back. The both of them were wearing a smirk now, two cheeky bastards who were more than just brats in the bedroom. Soap sat back on his heels as he pulled slowly back before driving hard back inside, the walls around him gushing with arousal and coating his length even more than it already was, especially after the way Ghost has already feasted on him and left him wanting for more. There was a quiet gasp from the smaller man as his icy gaze disappeared behind pale lids.

“Ah shite, do tha again,” Soap could follow directions, especially when it felt so good to do so. His hips slammed home again and once more Fyn let out a gasp, his body jolting in response even as his legs pulled the other Scot deeper inside. “Oh aye, that’s good,” another slow drag out of those depths and then another hard thrust back inside and the young man let out a low, breathy moan.

Soap was quick to set a steady rhythm, a smile on his face as he turned to see Konig still watching with a nearly blissed out look on his face. Ghost’s mouth still working hard along his- Christ Fyn hadn’t been kidding when he’d said his hands weren’t the only big thing Konig had. Ghost’s mouth sunk to the base with barely any effort, and Johnny couldn’t help but to groan at the sight. Hazel eyes shot over to him before he pulled off and replaced his mouth with a gloved hand, shooting Soap a small grin even as Konig moaned aloud at the feeling of the fabric, slicked with saliva and precome, dragging over his length.

Azure hues turned quickly back to the freckled face, the icy gaze he had expected to find was instead hidden behind pale lids. Plush lips were parted slightly as the man beneath him panted into the air trying to fill his lungs with air even as Soap drove it out of him with the force of his hips slamming home. Long, lithe fingers were dragging over slightly tanned skin and leaving behind streaks of white with the force of his grip. “Oh fuck,” the young man was close already, apparently Ghost had refused to let him finish before he’d urged Johnny between his legs.

Soap groaned just as the other Scot did, walls tightening around him like a vice as his hips continued to strike home hard before slowly dragging backwards. A steady and hard pounding between those thighs as their skin slapped together in response. Proud melodies of breathy moans and gasping breaths rising into the air. Fyn was angling his own hips even as Soap followed suit, both in search of something unfamiliar to one another. Neither one had ever been together before so this was just as much an experiment as it was anything else.

Finally the older man gave up though, annoyed with the unrelenting search as he reached one hand between their bodies to run the callused pads of his fingers over the sensitive nerves hidden between those pretty thighs. Fyn’s back arched nearly immediately in response, his ankles uncrossing as his feet fell to the bed and his heels pressed into the bed. Hands dug into Soap’s sides with a ferocity that was likely to draw blood if he wasn’t careful. Fingernails were digging into the Scot’s skin as Watcher took hold, in search of something to brace himself against as his orgasm built quickly, almost too fast.

“S-Soap,” the young man stammered out to which the other gave an answering grunt. The inside corners of his eyebrows turned up in a quiet question as his fingers continued to circle in a feverish rhythm that matched the pace of his hips. “Fas- Shite- Faster,” the dark-haired man gave a quiet smile before his hands slid down the length of the inside of his thin, freckled thighs. Fingers closed around the pale hips before Soap jerked the smaller man closer to him and over the bed, with that same smartass grin he always seemed to be wearing. Fyn was about to say something smart back before the older man slammed his hips home again, driving the air from the other’s lungs and earning a moan from not only Watcher but Konig as well.

The man’s pace quickened then, hips slamming home as he held onto the thin thighs. Both men needed something to hold onto for fear they’d go sliding straight off the bed on the other side. Neither of the two men even had the wherewithal to feel the bed creaking as Ghost pulled Konig to his feet. The Lieutenant pulled the Austrian to him by the back of the neck as their lips met in a hungry, devouring kiss. One Ghost was clearly dead set on dominating as he did.

Teeth clicked together as the big man pulled the other around, guiding him closer and closer to where he wanted the other to be. Konig was more than happy to oblige though, his hands running over the thick fabric of Ghost’s shirt until they found the collar. His long fingers continued upwards until they reached the hem of the mask where the other had slid it up in order to use his mouth on both Fyn and the tall man. Konig was lost as he felt a firm grasp around his wrist dragging his hands away, sliding them back down his sides and away from the mask. He hadn’t meant to even grab it but he had managed to slide it up a bit further than what Ghost was apparently comfortable with as he redirected his attention elsewhere.

Fingers wrapped around the thick length between them before Konig was being turned towards the sight of the two Scotsmen, both of whom were chasing a high now. Hands wrapped around the tall man’s hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin along his bare back where dimples sunk in on either side of his spine. Ghost’s mouth pressed a kiss against the back of Konig’s neck, guiding the man ever closer as they stepped towards the two who were none the wiser on the bed. A quiet whisper hit his bare skin where lips had been just moments before, “You want to join them?” There was a hesitant nod from the taller man though he stayed still, waiting to hear what all the man currently rocking into his ass had to say, “Johnny or Fyn?”

The breath caught in the taller one’s throat and his eyes went glassy for a minute as he zoned out, still watching the scene literally laid out before him. He didn’t come back to himself until Ghost nipped lightly at the side of his neck, hazel eyes shooting up to find where his green were still focusing almost solely on the two men on the bed. “Soap,” Ghost growled against his neck, the fingers around Konig’s waist tightening as he pulled him hard back into his own hips. The outline of his erection through the thick fabric grinding hard into the Austrian’s still clothed ass.

A second of doubt crossed his mind then, a fear that maybe he’d been too forward. Maybe he had said too much that Ghost wasn’t quite ready to hear. Then again would the Lieutenant have offered Johnny up if he wasn’t prepared for this? Would he have even agreed to this if he hadn’t been ok with it?

Konig’s internal question was answered immediately though when the strong hands at his hips slid down, fingers jerking at the waistband of his pants as he urged the other to get on with it. It was the raspy words in his ear though that really set the tall man in motion, “Have at him then.” And then, just like Konig had watched Ghost do to the dark haired Scotsman, the hands released him and the warmth at his back disappeared.

He didn’t waste a moment longer then, his fingers clawing at the waist of his pants until they were slipping down his legs while his shirt quickly followed to the floor before he stepped up behind Soap for the second time that night. One hand slid around the Scot’s ribs and then the other mirrored it, the tall man leaning down to mutter, “Not yet. Not without me.” The Austrian’s voice trailed off in the Scot’s ear, sounding more like Ghost than Konig, but again this was something neither of them had ever done before so this was a learning experience and maybe that was just how the tall man was in bed. Soap wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to it with the way his boyfriend always talked to him.

Thrusting hips paused, Watcher writhing in front of him and in desperate need for release at this point after having been brought so close to the edge now not once but twice. He rocked his hips into Soap who was barely any better, only remaining still at Konig’s whim. The Scot swallowed hard before glancing over his shoulder feeling one hand grazing over his skin to fiddle with the dark hairs of his chest absently, while the other made its way further south down his ribs and then his backside. Until it found its destination and he felt fingers prodding gently at his own unused entrance.

“Gonnae keep teasin me or wha-” Konig’s finger dipped inside before his lips pressed against Soap’s neck in an attempt to soothe and distract. “Bloody hell,” one huge hand pressed flat against his chest and kept the dark-haired man from leaning forward. The Austrian kept him flush with his broad chest pressed against the bare flesh of his back. Even as Konig added a second finger he refused to let Soap go, to let him fall over Watcher’s needy and sensitive skin like a blanket. “Let- Oh Christ-” Thick fingers curled and Soap whined at the sensation, still trying to lean forward before he gave up and instead rocked his hips.

Fyn’s walls tightened around him in response, both men thankful for the friction at this point, until Soap pulled back and Konig’s fingers crooked again. “Konig, shite, quit playin’,” and then the Scot felt the hard length pressing against his back. The tip of his tongue flicking out to wet his dry lips before he smiled, the fingers disappeared from his chest as the man leaned back. Konig hummed appreciatively at the sight before him, his fingers pulling out as he reached down to run his hand over the length still wet from Ghost’s mouth.

When he leaned forward again, the head of his cock slid against the tight hole and he watched as Soap’s thighs widened just a bit in expectation. The man leaned over nearly immediately, Fyn’s loud whine the only disturbance now as the older man pulled out. “Fuck, sorry, I’m sorry Fyn,” the ginger was at a loss for what to do now. And to be quite honest Soap was no better in his current state, trying to back himself onto Konig’s dick without leaving Watcher unsatisfied seemed like an impossible task to him now. His head was too far in the clouds just as much as the other’s was.

At least until the deep voice from the side of the room spoke up, “Fyn roll over.” Oh yeah. That was an option wasn’t it? Three pairs of eyes glanced over to the source of the suggestion only to find Ghost sitting in an armchair, still completely clothed with his mask pulled back down now. His chin was resting on the palm of his hand and his face portrayed what could only have been described as boredom. There’s no way he was though, not with how his cock was straining to get free from his jeans. And yet the man remained a statue in front of them all, acting as if he was above all the whining, moaning, groaning, and rutting the other three had been doing.

Not a single one of them would dare to ignore his orders though, not now. They’d gotten them all this far hadn’t they? Fyn rolled to his stomach still underneath the other Scot before he pushed himself up. His back came flush with Soap’s chest and as he pressed his backside back he felt the leaking red tip pressing right against his entrance once more. With how wet the ginger already was it didn’t take much until Soap was sliding in once more. Watcher’s pretty face pressed down into the pillow now and his ass high in the air to meet the older man’s awaiting hips. God they were a perfect sight for sore eyes.

Konig waited until Ghost gave a little hum of satisfaction before he pressed his own head against the puckered hole again. Green eyes watching both of the Scots beneath him as he tried to push himself inside. Soap glanced back once as one hand found Fyn’s lower back, bracing himself on the ginger, his fingers of his other hand though were digging hard into the sheets. Until the head finally managed to press inside and his forehead fell forward with a low groan at the feeling. “Oh shite,” he panted into the air, nearly falling to his elbows until he remembered Fyn was beneath him and he couldn’t.

Konig was relentless, filling him so differently than Ghost did. It wasn’t just Soap panting now though, all three men were breathing hard as they stayed eerily still. Like if one moved the careful Jenga tower they’d become would fall apart. At least until the tall man came flush with thick thighs and long fingers wrapped around his hips. A low hum came from Konig’s mouth as he rocked forward, grinding himself a bit deeper into the tight depths that surrounded him, his eyes shutting for a moment as he enjoyed the way the depths gripped him.

As he rocked forward Soap mirrored the motion, albeit a bit harder and more erratic as he jolted his hips forward into Fyn’s. The young man let out a low groan into the sheets, and Johnny was caught in the middle while it felt like every thought was beginning to leave him now. His hand shook where it was still braced on the freckled and tattooed back bared before him. “Sweet fuckin jesus mate, I-” Konig rutted forward a bit harder this time and Soap felt his own cock plunging into tight depths.

It was too much by far, and even Konig and Fyn couldn’t help their quiet little moans every time Soap shifted against them in his thoughtless search for relief. Another hard thrust forward and a quiet moan fell from his lips, his eyes shutting tight as he fought to keep himself from cumming too fast. There was no hope for that though, not when the walls around him were squeezing relentlessly and there was a cock beginning to plunge into his depths in a slow rhythm. Azure hues flicked to the side of the room, finding where Ghost was still sitting with an almost disinterested look in his eyes now.

One hand was still holding his chin in his palm while the other was on his thigh, white-knuckling the huge muscle until pain was lancing through him. His grip stayed on his thigh but it stopped the painful tightening at least. Ghost was fighting with every urge in himself to not pull his own throbbing length out and pleasure himself to the sight before him. The scene was like a live action porn scene and though internet porn didn’t really do it for him this…This was doing it for him. Especially with the way Konig’s hips were slamming into an ass that was usually his to pound and causing Johnny to jolt forward into Fyn’s hips in response. The Scot’s cock, no his cock, plunging deep inside of the ginger with every short thrust of his perfect fucking hips and not into him was more than a maddening thought now. So much more.

The Lieutenant swallowed hard, his thumbs tracing the line of his jaw over the fabric. This was all his doing. He’d put them all in this situation right now and they’d gone along with it willingly, more than willingly even…enthusiastically. His hazel gaze stayed on Soap until the man’s head fell forward and he reached around Fyn’s torso, holding onto the smaller man for dear life as Konig continued to dictate the pace. The dark-haired Scot was close, Ghost could see that from here with the way his hands were digging into the sheets and he was panting into the air in search of a full breath that the tall man behind him was refusing to let him find.

Now normally they both knew that the Scot would have been able to keep himself from cumming. He’d done it plenty of times before. However, this was not like every time before. Soap groaned against Fyn’s shoulder as the young man tried to push himself up, whining quiet words no one else but the two of them could hear. Hazel eyes narrowed as the big man sat forward, the hand on his thigh running up the inside to palm at himself before he heard another moan fall out of those pretty lips he was usually filling.

There wasn’t even a warning, just the tightening of Soap’s arm around Fyn’s torso to pull him closer before his hips thrusted hard against the younger man’s. Even Konig seemed surprised when the man tensed hard and held the ginger beneath him close as he finished inside of him. Soap was busy blabbering nonsense into the young man’s ear, quiet apologies, endearments, and other things that Ghost barely even caught from where he was sitting. “Johnny?” The azure hues flicked back to the man sitting in his chair, breathing heavily still against Fyn’s back while his forehead rested against the bared shoulder.

Shame. It was all Ghost could see in that gaze before his gaze softened behind the mask. Konig was still deep inside the man even though he’d stilled for just a few seconds while Soap came down from his high. “Are you giving up?” The azure gaze turned back to Fyn who was red faced and panting still as well having been denied his release three times now. The older Scot’s head shook slowly in response as Ghost stood from his chair, moving towards the bed with a quick nod, “Good.”

As he sat back down on the bed Konig’s skin slapped against Soap’s as the moans began to fill the air once more. Fyn’s short whines returned to being muffled by the bed as he buried his face once more into the sheets. Ghost slid back against the pillows on the bed, enjoying a different angle as once more Konig set a brutal pace. The Lieutenant avoided attending to his straining cock though, now in full view of the other three men he was content to watch with crossed arms as he kicked his feet up onto the bed.

Watcher’s icy gaze jolted up from the bed then, seeming to realize that the big man covered from head to toe in black had finally joined them on it. Ginger brows rose into his hairline as Soap’s cock hit deep inside of him. The hand that had been around the young man’s torso slid further down between his thighs to circle around that sensitive bundle of nerves with renewed fervor, trying to work him towards his release once more. Lithe fingers clenched into the sheets as he bit back a short cry before long fingers were digging into his ginger curls.

Konig pulled him up and off the bed, one hand still wrapped around Soap’s hip as the Scot continued to pound into the slick depths despite the tall man having stopped. Ghost watched with interest as Fyn pushed himself up off the bed, his chest heaving with the effort as he tried desperately to reach his peak now. The Austrian’s voice surprised him as he spoke directly to him now, “You look like you could use some help, Ghost. Help him, Newt.” The young man groaned a bit at the order before his icy gaze landed on the big man sitting just a few inches in front of him.

It was like the man was looking for permission and it took everything in the big man not to stroke himself through the fabric of his pants at the sight. A subtle nod of the head was all it took for Konig to release the ginger curls and a freckled hand to reach for his thighs. Ghost slid over the short distance between them quickly, leaning back against the pillows again with one arm behind his head as Watcher leaned over him.

One hand kept the ginger up while the other worked feverishly at his belt, but the big man wasn’t willing to help him, not this time. He watched as he struggled with just one hand, Konig and Soap’s relentless strikes sending him spiraling quickly. Finally the young man gave a frustrated growl before he leaned over and snagged the belt with his teeth, pulling at it until it came loose and he could pop the button with his fingers quickly. The zipper came down with a quick flick of his mouth before Fyn’s eyes were staring curiously down at the underwear hidden beneath, or perhaps lack thereof.

Soap groaned at the sight and jolted forward with a quietly mumbled, “Dirty fuckin bastart.” Hazel hues darted up to him with a smile hidden in those colorful depths before the lieutenant let out a quiet sigh as Fyn's tongue ran over his bare length. Ghost didn’t feel it on the first quick lick but as the skilled tongue circled around the head of his cock he felt the piece of metal. His brows raised slightly in response and he smirked at the sensation. Eagerly awaiting the feel of it again as Fyn wrapped his lips around the head and drug his tongue flat over the slit. The piece of round metal dipping as it ran over the throbbing organ. “Dirty fuckin bastarts,” Soap moaned out before his hips snapped forward jolting the ginger forward a bit while he hummed around the sensitive head.

Ghost smirked at the feeling before he eyed the other Scot again and asked, “What’s wrong Johnny? Wish it was you?” One huge hand wrapped around Soap’s throat from behind as Konig pulled him off of Fyn’s back and flush with his chest once more. “You’ve got enough to handle right now I think. Fyn deserves a nice reward, don’t ya think, Johnny?” Konig whispered something in the man’s ear softly before the Scot gave a quick and desperate nod in answer. Ghost’s attention returned to the ginger as his fingers slipped through the curls and cupped the back of his head. Watching as the young man worked at his own pace, tongue piercing sliding over the sensitive flesh in an attempt to send the Brit into a frenzy. He was very nearly succeeding.

Konig was driving hard into the man held flush to his chest. Words slipping out of his mouth that he’d never had said if they weren’t already so deep in this shit there was no turning back. “Schlampe,” the tall man growled into the prickly hairs along the back of his head. “So eng, fucking Hure,” he mouthed against the prickly hairs, panting into Soap’s already sweating skin until the Scot was whining and his hands were grabbing at the fingers wrapped a bit too tight around his throat. Konig’s fingers loosened, only barely, and after a quiet huff he grinded against the smaller man.

Azure hues were glassy, staring ahead as he whined out, “Don’t stop. Please don’t fuckin stop. Shite-” Konig’s fingers tightened again just as his thrusts resumed their brutal pace. Slamming the smaller man’s hips forward to continue impaling Watcher.

A breathy voice sounded just behind Soap’s ear as the tall man answered, “Not stopping, not even close…” Soap whined as best he could despite the strong grip around his throat. His glassy eyed gaze traveling down to where his cock was disappearing into the ginger’s tight walls, his cum leaking out around him with every thrust Konig bullied into him. The drops of white only made his path slicker, easier, and he could barely even feel Fyn clenching around him anymore. Too lost in the sensation of every ridge and vein that was gliding over his own walls.

It was not wasted on Ghost though. He could see Johnny was out of it by this point. So far gone there was no more potential of coming back and a smile lifted underneath his mask at the thought. That's what his partner had wanted coming into this and Konig was obviously more than willing to pound it into him. His own cock twitched at the thought, his hips shifting and finally indicating how far gone he nearly was for the first time all night. Immediately icy hues were on him, watching his face for a moment as the strong fingers held him halfway down his length still. His pierced tongue running over the sensitive skin in slow, languorous strokes.

Until Ghost finally seemed to lose a bit of his patience and pulled the man's mouth off his length. Hazel eyes darted to where Soap was still completely out of his mind enjoying Konig's rough treatment before his fingers were grabbing at freckled and tattooed biceps and pulling the young man towards him. He left a trail as Soap's cum drooled out along with his apparent arousal, before Ghost guided one of his thin thighs over both of his to straddle his still mostly clothed body. The big man didn't even have to say anything or move his hands off Fyn's waist. The young man just reached between their bodies, drug the tip of his leaking cock through the cum and arousal still dripping from his core before he took a seat on his lap.

His eyes never left the freckled face, even as his chin tilted up and his mouth fell open in a silent gasp. He wasn't even fully seated as his hands flew to the set of broad shoulders in front of him. Hazel hues slid over the bare skin as the slick walls tightened around his cock in quick pulses. Fyn let out a quiet sound of pleasure not quite a moan but too loud to be a sigh, more like a squeak before he mumbled out, "Der ist aber groß." Definitely not English, especially with the way the Austrian stilled inside of Johnny, his green eyes boring holes into the side of Ghost's head.

Both of the other men were breathing in hard gasps, Soap was still so far past gone that the big man wasn't even sure where he was. Konig though was watching Ghost and Fyn with a gaze so heated it could have set a fire if it was directed at anything but the masked man. "Größer als ich, Newt?" The smaller man let out a low whimper as he sunk a bit further down, Johnny's release aiding him as he split the man in two on his length.

Finally the ginger curls shook slowly before the young man slipped back into English as he muttered an answer of, "Not the same, Koni, diff-" Ghost cut him off as he rocked the man's hips back and forth, grinding him on his length as he drew out another breathy gasp from him.

Hazel hues shot up to Konig then as he smirked underneath the mask, leaning forward off the pillows until his nose was buried in the crook of Fyn's neck. The fabric of the balaclava ran over his bare skin and left the pale flesh tinged red. Ghost breathed in deeply against the skin as lithe fingers moved up his shoulders to his neck, pulling at the fabric covering his head. He wasn't trying to take it off though, it was more like he was trying to guide the big man's face against his skin, curling his long fingers into the fabric as a replacement for the soft, blonde curls hidden beneath. Ghost relented to the other's hands, letting the man busy himself as a distraction as he continued to rock the hips back and forth slowly, working himself deeper with every little movement they made together.

Konig couldn't stop watching, he was starting to understand that little prick of possessiveness Ghost held onto so closely when it came to Soap. There was something that made him near feral as far as Fyn was concerned, and watching the big man enjoy his little Newt so much only made his cock twitch where it was still nestled deep inside the man pressed hard against his chest. His hands let go of the other’s neck as he guided the man back down to the bed. "So good for me, Soap," he whispered as the smaller man held himself up on the bed. At least he was trying to hold himself up until Konig pulled his arms out from underneath him. He drug the man's hands to the small of his back and took both of his wrists in one hand.

The side of Soap's face pressed into the bed as he tried to look back. It didn't take the tall man long though before his hips were dragging backwards and then careening forward at a brutal pace. He gasped hard, the short moment of reprieve had only served to pull him out of the daze he'd been in before. Now though, without Fyn to sink his cock into and nothing to brace against he was glaringly aware of the fact that Konig was currently trying to wreck him. The sweaty slap of skin filled the room, dragging out a loud moan for more from the smaller man that the Austrian was only too happy to provide.

Green eyes were glued to Soap's face now. Watching every little expression he made and reveling in the little noises that were pouring out of him. "Feels so good, fuckin hell Konig," there was a proud look on the tall man's face at the praise. Instinctively his eyes shot up to find Fyn's face, still blissed out and guiding the fabric clad face against his neck. Lips pressing through the fabric against the delicate neck he loved to hold so much.

Soap was tightening around him though, his hips rutting forward as he continued to pound into him from behind, almost like he was searching for something. "About to cum again already?" The Scot let out a low groan, his forehead pressing into the bed as he shook his head in answer. He was lying and it only made the small smile on Konig's face grow a bit wider in response. The Austrian could feel the throb at the base of his own cock, the pressure that'd been building steadily since he'd watched Fyn kissing up and down that now covered and scarred neck. "Aren't you going to make me cum too, Soap?" Konig leaned forward some, grinding hard into his tight depths which only served to make the man beneath him tense. His head nodded slowly as he tried to control himself.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, he'd already shed plenty though as they left trails of salt down his red cheeks. His hands were still trapped behind his back as Konig used them to drag him back hard into where his cock was somehow sinking further inside of him. Further even than Ghost reached but he didn't quite fill him in the same way. Even so, Soap was still a whimpering mess and he couldn't control it in the slightest, nor did he want to. He was content with being used, content in knowing that Ghost was sitting just in front of him burying himself into the ginger Scotsman and listening to him whining for more from the big Austrian.

A low hum came from behind him as Konig gave a pleased sound and then whispered, "Guter Junger, Soap…" The hand trapping his wrists disappeared and he desperately pushed his upper half up off the sheets. All before Konig's hands were around his hips and the roughest ride he'd probably ever had resumed in full force.

Fyn's gaze slid slowly over to where his partner was, for lack of a better descriptor, destroying the other Scotsman. His breath hitched at the sight and he felt Ghost pause against his skin with a curious sound dragging from his throat. He looked up to see the icy hues already fixed on the other two, his own gaze quickly following as he watched for a moment. Soap's eyes were on the both of them as moans fell from his lips like a choir. The hands around his freckled hips rocked him hard again as Ghost slid further inside. Stretching him slowly, almost methodically, as he opened him wider than he was used to, than he’d ever felt really. Fyn swallowed hard and he felt the hazel gaze boring into him again before the covered lips moved to his adam's apple, kissing at the skin with an almost lazy attitude.

The pace was maddeningly slow, and not just for Fyn. Ghost was still rocking his thin waist back and forth, eating up the little noises that he pulled from that delicate throat. The little whines and whimpers that were growing in both intensity and volume. The man was driving Fyn insane, he'd never had to beg Konig for something, especially not for more or to be faster or rougher. However right now the young man was seriously considering it. He couldn't keep his mind focused anywhere else because every time he tried there would be a relentless throbbing from between his thighs and the huge hands at his hips would grind him back and forth again, impaling him even further and yet still not enough.

Ghost was forcing the young man's attention to stay on him. Forcing him to watch as he continued sliding further and further inside with a maddening slowness. "Feels so good," the young man panted into the air before he felt the hands at his hips tightening and keeping him from going any further down. "Please no," the words slipped out before Fyn could stop them but at this point he couldn't care less. He wasn't above begging when all he wanted was to finally cum. He'd been teased too much since they got here and at this point he just needed it, it didn't matter how he got it. "Ghost please, please, I need to cum. I need it, please. Bloody hell, fuckin please-"

His desperate pleads were cut short as the hands finally pulled him the last couple inches down, grinding the sensitive bundle of nerves against the pale skin of his pelvis. The short gasp only made Ghost smirk as he ran his hands up the freckled back, trailing over the branches of the tree he knew was inked there. “You want it?” Fyn nodded immediately in answer, the strong hands holding him stopping him from moving even as he tried to. Finally he gave another quick nod as he stayed still to which Ghost huffed in amusement and laid back once more before both hands moved behind his head and he muttered, “Then earn it.” 

The ginger’s gaze locked onto Ghost’s, his cheeks burning red with need as he fought to catch his breath. Earn it? He'd never had to earn it before, but Fyn was a quick learner and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to get his during all of this. Especially after being edged so many times already. He grinded a few times against Ghost, feeling those pulsing throbs returning with renewed vigor as he lifted his hips and braced against the broad chest in front of him.

There was a smile in his eyes though the rest of his face was still covered by the mask. Hazel eyes watched with lazy interest as the smaller man sat back down with a low sigh. His eyes shutting tight as he rode the big man, his breathy moans rising into the air in time with every time he raised his hips and then plunged back down onto his length. “Fuck,” the young man muttered before his eyelids opened narrowly to take in the sight of the balaclava-clad face laying before him.

Ghost was still watching with lazy interest, his gaze raking up and down the freckled body, inspecting the vines that wound down his arms like artwork. A whimper from beside them drew both sets of eyes then, Johnny’s flushed face the only thing either of them could look at. Another loud whimper came from Soap as they watched, needy and wanting while Konig continued to wreck him.

In an instant Ghost’s eyes flicked back to Fyn, a newfound heat and desire hidden in those multicolored depths as he gave a quick command, "Kiss him. Now." It was a bit of a surprising request, and the ginger's head quickly tilted in confusion before the hands Ghost had shoved behind his head were in motion, sliding up along his thighs. He caressed gently at first before he dug them in and stopped the young man's desperate ride on his length. The pressure at the base of Ghost's cock was maddening but it was miniscule in comparison to how much he wanted to see Fyn making out with his man. His Johnny.

It didn't take another word before the young man was lifting up off of Ghost's lap just enough to lean towards Soap. The other Scot was oblivious to everything but Konig's hand jerking him off and the engorged length currently sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His azure gaze was glassy as he stared ahead blindly. He didn't seem to come back around until the delicate fingers grazed over the stubble covering his jaw and another whine left him as Fyn lifted his chin and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was hesitant at first until he felt Ghost's fingers slowly trailing further up his thighs, grazing over the bone of his hip until his strong grip stilled over the pale, freckled flesh of his waist.

Fyn dove further into the kiss then, almost as if the simple touch of his hands was spurring him on. A reward for following the order he'd been given. It was. When one hand slid towards the inside of his thigh it truly did become a reward. The wide pad of Ghost's thumb caressed over the engorged head of his dick. His eyes clenching shut tightly just as his thighs tried to do the same and were instead blocked by wide hips. His soft skin scratched against the rough fabric of his pants. When the rough finger grazed over the sensitive nerves again he moaned into Soap's mouth. The other Scot mirrored his noises as well as Konig worked himself and the man he was pumping into, into a frenzy.

"Oh shite, fuck me," Soap breathed out hard against the young man's mouth before Fyn was capturing his lips again with whispered words of encouragement. Quiet praises only for their ears until he heard Konig's hips still against the man's backside. The arm he'd wrapped around Soap's torso slowly slid towards his back as Fyn broke the kiss. The other man was a panting mess as he finally got his wits back, his head falling forward as he looked down his front and down towards where he'd spilled all over the sheets below him.

Konig's fist had a couple streaks of cum across the back of his hand as he lifted it up to his face, inspecting it in the light for a moment before his tongue flicked out to drag across the skin. He cleaned his hand off quickly as his eyes found hazel, a lazy look holding steady in both pairs of eyes. The huge hand fell back to Soap’s hip as the man tried to hide his shaking limbs but only managed to bury his face in the sheets instead. Konig held him steady, refusing to let him lay down as he grinded slowly against his ass, his own breathing beginning to calm as he did so.

It wasn’t until he felt the tall man as he slid out of him that he even realized that the other had finished as well. One large hand slid up the length of his spine until finally the strong grip let him go and he was free to lay down on the bed, with his forehead nestled against the crook of his elbow and his other hand lying lazily against the back of his head. It was obvious Soap was spent, every muscle in his body relaxed and yearning to be left alone as he tried to recover from Konig’s roughness.

The Austrian was no better off though as he sat on the edge of the bed and laid back on the bed, watching contentedly as Ghost and Fyn continued to ride each other slowly. The wide tip of his thumb rubbing slowly against the puffy bundle of nerves, causing jolts of pleasure to rush through the young man’s entire body. Every circling of his thumb was accompanied by a pulsing throb around his cock and new rush of slick arousal that had him twitching with need where he was settled inside of those tight depths.

One hard thrust up to sheathe the rest of himself inside was all that Fyn needed before he finally tipped over the edge. After countless rounds of edging it hit him like a tidal wave. Every muscle went taut as his fingers dug into the broad expanse of chest, well really the shirt that sat like a wall between his and Ghost’s skin. It was beyond frustrating even as his hips grinded down against his length in spasms. The thumb between his thighs never stopped even as he worked to get himself back under control, his icy hues disappearing behind his lids for a moment as he took a few deep breaths.

The Lieutenant seemed completely content to sit there, letting Fyn get what he needed. One of his hands returned to its place behind his head where he’d been propping himself up even as he continued to work the head of his cock with his thumb. When the icy gaze finally reopened, Ghost was watching quietly. His thumb slowed to a halt finally as one of the delicate hands started in towards his wrist, stopping before it reached as he braced once more against Ghost’s chest and he fought to catch his breath.

Fyn rocked forward slowly, his eyes trailing down the figure laid out before him before his head tilted and he asked with a bit of sass, “What ye didnae earn yers too?” Ghost’s mouth moved underneath the fabric, his hazel eyes crinkling with a familiar glint of amusement there that the ginger was starting to enjoy seeing. His free hand slid slowly against the expanse of thigh, the rough pad of his thumb caressing the thin skin along the inside before the big man’s shoulders finally gave a slow, non-committal shrug.

A slow movement right beside him drew Ghost’s attention as Soap pushed himself up on an elbow, the man beside him taking a deep breath before his gaze landed on his partner. He stretched up slowly, his free hand raising to run against the balaclava that still hid his face. Hazel hues followed the progress of the hand as best as they could, his breath catching as Soap’s fingers slid down to hook underneath the hem of the mask and drag it up slowly. Ghost tensed somewhat, his gaze watching the other man curiously, completely oblivious to Fyn’s fingers working slowly at the hem of his shirt to drag it up his stomach slowly. The two Scotsmen somehow in kahoots without even needing to say it aloud.

Johnny held the big man’s attention so completely and easily Ghost didn’t even notice Konig sliding to the other side of the bed to help Fyn as he struggled to pull the shirt up. Soap had the mask pulled up and settled on the bridge of his nose in a matter of seconds before his mouth was diving down, and the big man was powerless to deny him as fingers slid against the blonde stubble of his jaw. Curling around the back of his head until both of Ghost’s hands were hungrily pulling the other man closer by the shoulder and the back of his neck. Wanting more from the man he loved so wholly he knew he would never escape it, even if he were to die Soap’s love would haunt him in the afterlife.

The fingers dancing against his skin didn’t even register until he felt lips pressing against one of his nipples and then teeth nipping at the sensitive bud as one of the other men drew it into his mouth. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away from his Scotsman long enough to find out which one though. It became evident who it was though when he felt the weight on his lap shift backwards and two small hands braced against his thighs before Fyn’s hips lifted off of him. Slow at first, trying to find a rhythm as Soap continued to distract the big man so easily it was almost pathetic. When the small man sat back down he circled his hips before lifting back off, the needle-like fingers digging into the muscles of his thighs as he rode him steadily.

Ghost grunted into Soap’s mouth, his body stiffening for a moment as he took in a few deep breaths that the other men quickly stole. Konig’s mouth which was continuing to explore his body, kissing and nipping lightly at skin he knew would stay covered until the next time Soap unwrapped him like a present. And Fyn’s rhythm which picked up and he felt the pressure at the base of his cock dangerously close to unraveling. One of his hands tightened into the dark locks of a mohawk and the other found the dark red, wavy hair that he wrapped around his fist and used to guide the other man’s mouth back up to his unattended chest and then slowly back down towards where Fyn was still riding him.

Like a rising tide Konig’s mouth moved up and down his torso, Soap’s consistent lips teasing his mouth with quick flicks of his tongue to taste him before retreating once more though Ghost refused to chase. His every thought was too high to focus long enough now to demand more. He was close now and with the three men working relentlessly to get him there he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Ghost pulled away just long enough to mumble, “Close, gonna cum.” There was a low hum of encouragement from somewhere further down his body but his ears were already starting to ring as he pushed up into the tight depths surrounding him.

There was barely even another noise from him, Ghost had always been quiet unless Soap was the only one around. The sound that escaped him wasn’t quite a whine or a moan from his throat before the pulsing throbs of his cock exploded into a rush. Ghost’s head fell back against the pillows as he still held tight to Soap and Konig’s hair, his eyes shut tight as he rutted up slowly into Fyn’s depths. Fucking his release deeper and deeper with every half hearted thrust as he rode out the high of his climax. His face and chest both as red as fire and sweat beading up in the light dust of blonde hair along his stomach and in the valley of his chest that he felt Konig lapping up enthusiastically.

“That’s it m’eudail,” Soap’s soft voice whispered just beside his ear as his fingers stroked soothingly along his bared jaw. Ghost tilted his head slowly towards the familiar sound before the hazel eyes opened and he nudged his nose up against Soap’s neck before relaxing back against the pillow. Still working to calm his breathing. “Tired?” The quiet question tickled his ear as Ghost nodded slowly and he felt a smirk against his skin as Soap leaned down to kiss at his jaw once more, “Good…”

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 9

Warnings: Sexual themes; Blindfolds; Gay Sex

Prompt: Masks/Blindfold + Sensation Play

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Rumor

The rest of kinktober

Rumor’s breath came in slow, controlled exhales as the soft material of the blindfold was tied around his head, shutting out the dim light of the room. Darkness enveloped him, heightening every other sense. His body lay still beneath Ghost’s weight, his muscles tense with anticipation. He trusted Ghost—trusted him to push him just far enough.

The bed shifted slightly, Ghost moving silently around him. Without his sight, Rumor had no idea where Ghost would touch next, only that the sensation was coming. The tension between them was thick, and Rumor’s pulse quickened as he felt Ghost’s presence closer.

“How does it feel?” Ghost’s voice was low, his accent thick, almost teasing. His fingertips grazed over Rumor’s chest, so lightly it barely registered. Rumor shuddered at the touch, his body on edge, waiting for something more.

“Good, Master,” Rumor whispered, his voice betraying the excitement bubbling beneath his skin. He could feel the heat of Ghost’s breath on his neck, close but not touching, teasing him further. He wanted more, craved more, but the blindfold kept him grounded in the moment, dependent entirely on Ghost’s whims.

Ghost’s hands moved slowly, fingers skimming over Rumor’s sides, down his arms, ghosting over his skin without applying pressure. It was maddening, the feather-light touches making his body ache with need. Rumor shifted beneath him, but Ghost’s hand pressed down firmly, a silent order to stay still.

“Patience,” Ghost murmured, his voice low and commanding. “You’ll get what you want when I decide.”

Rumor swallowed hard, nodding even though Ghost couldn’t see it. He let himself sink into the sensation, letting the darkness sharpen everything else—the feeling of Ghost’s skin against his, the warmth of his breath so close to his ear. His body twitched involuntarily when Ghost’s fingertips brushed over his hips, tracing the edges of his waistband.

His Master removed his shorts quickly, smirking as the cold air hit the Welshman’s erection, making him hiss. Ghost traced a single finger along the twitching length before continuing on his previous course.

Each touch was deliberate, calculated, designed to keep Rumor on edge. Ghost was always meticulous, always in control, and Rumor found himself surrendering completely to that control. He couldn’t see anything, couldn’t predict what was coming next, and it left him vulnerable in the best way possible.

“Let go,” Ghost’s voice was soft but firm, his hands moving over Rumor’s body, grazing the sensitive spots he knew would drive him wild. Rumor’s breath hitched, his heart racing as the touches grew more intense, but still, Ghost kept him just on the edge, never giving him exactly what he wanted.

The feeling of Ghost’s hand on his chest, pressing down lightly, made Rumor’s body arch involuntarily, seeking more contact, more pressure. But Ghost held him in place, his grip firm but not painful. It was a reminder of the control Ghost had over him—a control Rumor willingly surrendered to.

“You like this, don’t you?” Ghost’s voice was dark, teasing, as his hand trailed lower, barely skimming over the sensitive skin of Rumor’s stomach. Rumor let out a soft whimper, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensation of it all.

Rumor nodded, unable to form words, his mind clouded by the intensity of Ghost’s touch. The blindfold heightened everything—the feel of Ghost’s hands, the sound of his low, rumbling voice. Every nerve in Rumor’s body was on fire, craving more, but Ghost wasn’t finished yet.

“Good pup,” Ghost murmured, his tone almost affectionate as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Rumor’s ear. The proximity made Rumor’s body shudder with need, the sensation of Ghost’s breath on his skin sending shockwaves through him. “You’re doing so well.”.

Each touch felt like electricity, like fire beneath Rumor’s skin. Ghost was careful, precise, taking his time as he teased Rumor’s body, never giving him too much, always pulling back just before it became too much. The blindfold left Rumor completely vulnerable, lost in sensation, his world narrowed to the feel of Ghost’s hands, Ghost’s voice.

The tension in Rumor’s body built slowly, coiling tighter and tighter with each touch, each whisper. His breath came in ragged gasps as Ghost’s hands moved over him, teasing, exploring, and still, Rumor was kept just on the edge, never quite allowed to fall over it.

“Tell me how it feels,” Ghost’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he pressed his body against Rumor’s. The heat between them was palpable, and Rumor could barely breathe, his body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.

“Perfect,” Rumor gasped, his voice barely above a whisper as he gripped the sheets beneath him, desperate to hold on to something, anything. But there was nothing—only Ghost, only the feeling of being completely at his mercy..

Ghost’s hands trailed up Rumor’s body one last time, his touch firmer now, as if rewarding him for holding out this long. Rumor’s entire body tensed, his mind spinning, every nerve in his body alive with sensation as Ghost pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” Ghost whispered against his skin, his voice a promise and a command all at once.

He fell into oblivion with a scream and Simon’s name on his lips.

[katsudoodles]

I think I accidentally created OC I will ship with Ghost 🥴

[junkomc]

Cod x OMC【title：Afterglow】第19章

（NSFW/18+ / MｘM / bottom oc）soap x oc/ghost x oc/price x oc/ Pierson x oc / oc x oc

​>>>１・２・３・４・５・６・７​・８・９・10・11・12・13・14・15・16 ​・17・18・19 (Part 1 scheduled to end)

現在、第一章から翻訳中です。※この章はまだ翻訳されていないので、もうしばらくお待ちください...

I am currently translating from the first chapter. *This chapter has not been translated yet, so please wait a little while...

Only the preview is translated.

第19章＜Preview＞

Chapter 19. Preview

"I decided not to be jealous, but... I think I'll endure it as long as you're by my side like this, but sometimes I think it might be impossible..."

"... Soap, I know how you feel, I'm still worried too. But you're important and I like you, so I'm by your side like this. We can talk again when the mission is completed safely."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you feel like this on such an important day."

Soap looked down and spat out the words, so Jet hurriedly wrapped his hands around Soap's cheeks and turned him towards him.

"I don't intend to choose the best among the three of us, and I wouldn't choose anyone if I chose one person and the other two would be hurt. ... And as I said before, I still can't help but doubt myself, I don't think I can have you all to myself forever, I'm too good for you... and maybe you're with someone other than me..."

Before Jet could finish saying that, Soap covered Jet's lips. It was a fierce and aggressive kiss, unlike the gentle one from before. Soap caught Jet as he tried to escape the pain, not allowing him even a moment's gap.

"You're still saying that to me... I want you so much, you know?"

Soap said, pressing his hardened lower body against Jet's and whispering in his ear.

"I need to fuck you more so that you won't have any doubts like that... that still isn't enough, right?"

Soap licked Jet's ear, gently bit his earlobe, and then kissed his neck. He sucked carefully on Jet's neck, as if to overwrite the marks Ghost had made, and in an instant Jet's neck was covered in saliva.

"Soap, stop... No, no, John!!"

「嫉妬しないって、決めたけど…君がこうやって俺の側にいてくれる限り我慢しようって思ってるけど、時々無理かも…って思う時もある」

「…ソープ、君の気持ちはわかるよ、俺だっていまだに悩んでる。でも、君が大事だし好きだからこうやって側にいる。任務が無事に終わっ��らまた話し合えばいい」

「ごめん、大事な日にこんな風に君を困らすべきじゃなかった」

ソープが目を伏せて吐き捨てるように言うので、ジェットは慌ててソープの頬を両手で包み自分の方を向かせた。

「俺は3人の中で1番を決めるつもりもないし、誰かを1人選んで後の2人が傷付くくらいなら誰も選ばない。…それに前に言ったように俺だってまだ疑わずにはいられない、俺は君の事を永遠に独り占めできるとは思ってないし、君に俺は勿体無い…それに君はもしかしたら俺以外の誰かと…」

ジェットがそう言い終わる前にソープはジェットの唇を塞いだ。それは先ほどの優しくキスとは違って激しく攻撃的なものだった。ソープは苦しさから逃れようとするジェットを捉え、少しの隙間も許さなかった。

「…まだ、俺にそんな事を言うなんて…こんなに君が欲しいのに？」

ソープはそう言いながら硬くなった下半身をジェットに押し付けながら耳元で囁いた。

「そんな疑念が浮かばないくらいもっと君を犯さないと…まだ足りないって事だろ？」

ソープはジェットの耳を舐めると、耳たぶを甘噛みし、そのまま首筋にキスを落とした。まるでゴーストがつけた痕に上書きするかのように念入りに首筋に吸い付き、あっという間にジェットの首を唾液まみれにした。

「…ソープ、ストップ…だめ、だめ、ジョン！！」

～(１９)～出発

日本に向かう当日の朝、予定より少し早めに目覚めたジェットはコーヒーを飲むためにまだ薄暗い廊下を歩き、談話室の横にある簡易キッチンに向かった。時間は午前４時、もちろんそこには誰もいない。ジェットはコーヒーメーカーのスイッチを入れ、壁にもたれて目を閉じた。

そわそわして落ち着かないのは父親と母親の復縁の話のせいなのか、ピアソンがまだ自分に未練があるという事なのか、それとも3人の魅力的な男たちとの関係のせいか…。

今は任務に集中するべきだと、ジェットが気持ちを切り替えたその時、目の前に誰かの気配を感じて目を開くと…そこにはソープが立っていた。

「…おはよう、今日は早いね。それとも眠れなかった？」

ソープはそう言うと、まるで当たり前のような動きでジェットの腕に腰を回して引き寄せ、触れるだけの優しいキスをした。

「…おはようソープ…、今日は何故か早く目が覚めちゃって…」

ソープはまだジェットを抱き寄せたまま離す気配がなく、それどころか��らに引き寄せて再び顔を近づけ耳元で囁いた。

「昨日はずっとゴーストと一緒だったよな？…一日中ヤッてたの？教えて…彼は俺より良かったの？」

ソープはそう言うと、悲しみと嫉妬の混じった瞳でジェットをじっと見つめた。確かに、昨日ジェットはほぼ1日ゴーストと一緒にいた。今までゴーストと2人きりで過ごす時間があまり無かったので、それの埋め合わせのようなものだとジェットは考えていたが、ソープにとってはそんな事は何の言い訳にもならなかったのだ。

「…昨日、君の部屋に行ったらいなかったから、プライスの所に行ったんだ…でも、いなくて…それでゴーストの所に行ったら…ドア越しに君の声が聞こえたから…」

昨日の情事の最中の声がソープに聞かれていたことを知り、ジェットは一気に気まずくなった。

「嫉妬しないって、決めたけど…君がこうやって俺の側にいてくれる限り我慢しようって思ってるけど、時々無理かも…って思う時もある」

「…ソープ、君の気持ちはわかるよ、俺だっていまだに悩んでる。でも、君が大事だし好きだからこうやって側にいる。任務が無事に終わったらまた話し合えばいい」

「ごめん、大事な日にこんな風に君を困らすべきじゃなかった」

ソープが目を伏せて吐き捨てるように言うので、ジェットは慌ててソープの頬を両手で包み自分の方を向かせた。

「俺は3人の中で1番を決めるつもりもないし、誰かを1人選んで後の2人が傷付くくらいなら誰も選ばない。…それに前に言ったように俺だってまだ疑わずにはいられない、俺は君の事を永遠に独り占めできるとは思ってないし、君に俺は勿体無い…それに君はもしかしたら俺以外の誰かと…」

ジェットがそう言い終わる前にソープはジェットの唇を塞いだ。それは先ほどの優しくキスとは違って激しく攻撃的なものだった。ソープは苦しさから逃れようとするジェットを捉え、少しの隙間も許さなかった。

「…まだ、俺にそんな事を言うなんて…こんなに君が欲しいのに？」

ソープはそう言いながら硬くなった下半身をジェットに押し付けながら耳元で囁いた。

「そんな疑念が浮かばないくらいもっと君を犯さないと…まだ足りないって事だろ？」

ソープはジェットの耳を舐めると、耳たぶを甘噛みし、そのまま首筋にキスを落とした。まるでゴーストがつけた痕に上書きするかのように念入りに首筋に吸い付き、あっという間にジェットの首を唾液まみれにした。

「…ソープ、ストップ…だめ、だめ、ジョン！！」

このままだとこの場でセックスを始めそうな勢いだったので、ジェットは快楽の波に飲まれながらも必死に抵抗した。

「今日は駄目だよ…出発の朝に…できない…だめ」

「そうだな、今日は駄目だ」

ジェットとソープは自分たち2人以外の声が聞こえたので、慌てて身体を離した。

2人が声のした方を振り向くと、キッチンの入り口で腕をくんでニヤつきながら二人を見ているプライスが立っていた。

「キャプテン…」

気まずそうにソープは呟くと「…また後で」と言ってキッチンから出ていった。

「…昨日ギャズから聞いたんだ、君と2人で私の酒を飲んだ事。一晩一緒にいたんだろ？」

プライスはゆっくりとジェットに近づくと、互いのつま先が触れ合うほどの距離で向かい合った。プライスの身長はゴーストよりは低いものの、それでもジェットよりも大きいので、ジェットはいつもプライスに近くに立たれるととても威圧的に感じるとともに、思わずその広い胸板に体を預けてしまいたい衝動を、必死に耐えていた。

「…すみません、実は、半分くらい覚えてなくて。…でも、ギャズには何もしてないと思うんだけど」

ジェットはギャズと別れて部屋に戻ってからの事を思い出し、少し気まずくなった。不思議な事に、今回はギャズと一緒にいた時の記憶はほとんどなかったのに、ゴーストとベッドで過ごした事はしっかりと覚えていたのだった。

「ギャズの事なら大丈夫だが、…酒が欲しかったならどうして私の所に来なかったんだ？君は、酔うとどうなるか自分でもわかってるだろう？」

「…ごめん、とにかく、あなたが大事だから利用したくなかっただけ」

「…利用？」

プライスはジェットの言葉の真意がよくわからず、眉を顰めた。

「…心配させたくなかったし、ギャズとはあんまり話す機会もなかったからゆっくりお喋りしたかったんだよ」

「…そうか…」

「キャプテン、次はきっとあなたの所にも��いに行きます。一緒に飲んでくれますか？」

ジェットはニヤリと笑うとプライスを抱きしめて、少し背伸びし��頬にキスした。そのまま去ろうとしたが、プライスはそれを許さず、ジェットの手を摑まえて素早く腕の中に捉えると、唇を塞いだ。

先ほどまで葉巻を吸っていたのかプライスの口内は少し苦く、独特の風味がした。プライスはぐちゃりと音を立てながらゆっくりとジェットの口内を犯す。唾液にまみれた汚いキスはどんどん激しくなり、その快感に耐えられなくなったジェットの膝は力が抜け跪きそうになったが、プライスがジェットの腰をしっかりと支えていた為、彼はよろめく事はなかった。

「ジョン…朝からこんな、キスしないでよ…」

ジェットが息を整えながらプライスの胸を両手で軽く押し返すと、プライスは不満そうな声を上げた。

「そうか？ソープなんてここでおっ始める勢いだったぞ？贔屓じゃないか？若い男の方がいいのか？」

ジェットはプライスの口調からその嫉妬が本気でない事を分かっていたが、あえて年上の男を喜ばす為に、彼の髭を優しく触りながらプライスの美しい瞳をじっと見上げて言った。

「まったく…どっちかというと俺は年上の男が好きだよ、妬かないで…パパ」

「…いいね、今度はセックスの時にそう呼んでもらおうか」

プライスが唾を飲む音が聞こえ、彼が再びキスしようと顔を傾けたのでジェットは慌ててプライスの唇を手のひらで止めた。

「…止まらなくなるから、もうダメだよ」

ジェットはプライスを小突くとからの身体からするりと抜け出した。これ以上側にいると自分から体を摺り寄せてしまいそうだったからだ。

「…じゃあ、俺もう準備しないと…」

軽くプライスを振り返り、キッチンを出ようとした時、ジェットはプライスに呼び止められた。

「君のすべてが、うまくいくように願ってる」

「ありがとう…ジョン」

彼はどこまでも優しい人だった。包み込むような暖かさにずっと甘えていたかったが、任務に集中しなければ…と、気持ちを切り替えた。　

ジェットは、プライスがギャズと話をしたと言っていた事を思い出し、ふと自分がギャズにどこまで話したのかが気になり、直接彼に確かめに行くことに決めた。

ギャズの部屋をノックすると、すぐに彼は顔を覗かせジェットを招き入れた。

部屋に入った途端、ジェットはギャズ以外の人間が1人その場にいた事に気付き、ドアの前で固まった。

「ゴースト…、君もいたのか」

「ああ、昨日お前がギャズに何を話していたのか知りたくてな」

ゴーストがギャズの部屋に来た理由が自分と全く一緒だと言う事を知り、その理由は何となく理解はできるものの、少し理不尽さも感じた。

「…俺にプライバシーはないのか？」

ジェットはため息をついてゴーストをチラリと見た。

「プライバシー？そんなにデリケートな話なのか？それにもう俺たちはヤッてるんだぜ？お前の事を全部把握したいと思うのは当然だろ？」

ゴーストの突然の自分達の関係の暴露にジェットはぞっとして慌ててギャズを見た。

「ゴースト、あんまり重たすぎると嫌われるぞ」

ギャズの冷静な反応にジェットは自分が彼らとの関係についてギャズに話をしていた事を察する。

「…俺は重いか？」

ゴーストは目を細めてジェットを見つめる。

「…もう！そういう話をしにきたんじゃなくて…ギャズ、どこまでゴーストとプライスに話したの？」

「まさか、俺がそんな事をすると思うか？具体的なことは何も言ってないよ、もちろんプライスにも。君のプライバシーに関わる事は言ってない。君が俺の部屋でありったけのストレスをぶちまけていったとしかね」

ギャズはそう言うと魅力的な笑みを浮かべジェットにウインクをした。

「…ああ、ダーリン、やっぱり君は最高だ」

ジェットがそう言いながらギャズに抱きついたので、ゴーストはギャズに冷ややかな視線をむけた。

「おいおい、ゴースト、勘違いするなよ。俺を君たちのラブゲームに巻き込まないでくれ。俺もジェットはいたって健全な関係だ」

「そうだよ、すごく健全」

ジェットはそう言いながらもギャズが自分を引き剥がさないのを良い事にしばらくハグを続けた。だが、今度はゴーストの凶悪な視線が自分に向けられた事に気付き、ジェットは渋々ギャズから離れた。

「…で、本人がここにいるんだったら話しても良いんじゃないか？それともジェット、俺に知られたら困る事が何があるなら話は別だが…」

「…いや、別にないけど…」

「いいのか？ジェット、ゴーストの前で話しても」

「いいよ…」

どうせ、隠し事などいつか暴かれるものだし、知られて困るような事はしない主義だ。

秘密にしたい事なんて…ない、と思っていたがジェットはピアソンの事を失念していたのだった…。

ギャズは淡々と話し出した。

ジェッがプライス、ソープ、ゴーストとの複雑な関係に巻き込まれている事、ジェットの両親が再婚する事についての不満、そして別れたはずの元彼が寄りを戻そうと自分に会おうとしていて、つい彼と会う約束をしてしまった事…。

「…ピアソンとまた会うつもりなのか？」

ゴーストは、唸るような低い声でジェットを問い詰めた。

「いや、あくまでちゃんとケリをつけるためだよ…最後にちゃんと顔を見て話をしたら彼も諦めがつくだろうし」

「ジェット！」「ジェット！」

ゴーストとギャズは2人ともほぼ同時に叫んだ。

「お前は世間知らずのお嬢様じゃないだろ？よく考えてくれ。あいつは諦めるつもりなんてないだろう」

「そうだぞ、俺も昨日の晩同じ事を言ったんだが…覚えてないだろうが…、とにかく、そんなのは未練がましい男の常套句だ」

二人がまるで両親のように口を出してくるのが面白くて思わずジェットは笑いそうになる。

それと同時にゴーストだけでなくギャズもまた自分の事を考えてくれ、真剣に考えてくれていると思うと純粋に嬉しかった。

「…でも、本当にめちゃくちゃな終わり方だったから、俺としてもちゃんと謝罪が欲しいし、もう終わったら事だってわからせたい。それに、実際に会って何も感じないって自分自身も説得させたい…」

「…じゃあ、奴に会いにいく時は俺も一緒に行く」

「…？！」

ゴーストの提案にジェットは言葉を失った。ジェットは、さすがにそれは過保護すぎだろうとギャズに視線を向けるが、彼が「それに���、俺も賛成だ」と、ゴーストの発言に同意したのでジェットは眩暈がした。元彼との決別の場に彼を連れて行くなんて、面倒が起きる予感しかしなかったが、ゴーストもギャズも満足そうな顔をしていたので、ジェットはそれ以上何かを言うのをやめた。

そうして、知りたい事をすべて知って納得したゴーストはジェットの手をひいてギャズの部屋をさっさと出ていこうとしたのでジェットは慌ててゴーストの顔を見上げた。

「ゴースト？あ……じゃあ、ギャズまた後で」

「朝から悪かったな」

ゴーストに半ば引きずられるように部屋から連れ出され、ジェットは背後から彼に何度も呼びかけたが、返事は何もなく、ついにジェットはゴーストの部屋まで連れて行かれ、押し込まれるようにしてゴーストの部屋の中に入れられた。

「おい！ちょっと何なんだよ一体。無理矢理連れてきて…」

ジェットはゴーストの背中に向かって喚いたが、振り返ったゴーストは勢いよくマスクを脱いで机に置くと、突然ジェットの唇を塞いだ。

「んー…っ」

身長差のせいでまるで上から押さえ込まれるようなキスにすぐにジェットは屈服した。

互いに舌を絡めあい、音を立てて唇を吸い合う。ゴーストはジェットの尻を揉みながら持ち上げると自分の腰にジェットの足を巻き付けさせた。

抱き上げたまま背中に押し付け、さらにキスを続ける。

息を整える為に少し唇が離れた瞬間、ジェットは再びキスしようとしてきたゴーストの唇に指を当てて静止した。

「ねぇ、待って…落ち着いて…。昨日はずっと一緒にいたのに…まだ足りないの？」

「…もちろん、足りない。それにあいつの…ピアソンの話まで聞かされた後だぜ？俺が怒ってないとでも？何で俺に相談しない？」

ゴーストはそう言うと唇に当てられたジェットの指先を軽く齧った。

「…ピアソンのことは…自分で何とかしたかったから…でも心配させた事は謝るし…これからはちゃんと君にも相談するよ」

ゴーストは齧っていた指を口に含むと、ジェットの目を見ながらいやらしい動きでそれを舐めたり吸ったりし始めた。

「…ああ、もう…なんて事だ…ゴースト！」

ジェットは目を合わせるとダメだと思い、意識しないように目を閉じたが、目を閉じると余計に聴覚と触覚が研ぎ澄まされ、卑猥な音とゴーストの舌の動きに身体中が熱くなり鼓動が速くなる。

「…ダメダメ、ストップ！本当にだめ！」

1時間後には基地を出発しなければならないという事実がジェットを現実に引き戻した。

さすがに強い口調で止められて、ゴーストは咥えていたジェットの指を離し、悲し気な瞳でじっとジェットを見つめていた。

「ああ…そんな目で見てもだめ！続きはまた帰って来たら…じゃあ、そろそろ行かなきゃ…」

ゴーストは、持ち上げていたジェットを渋々下ろすと彼を解放した。

「わかったよ…せめて部屋を出る前にハグしてくれ」

「……もう」

ゴーストのまさかの可愛いお願いを無視する事などできず、ジェットはゴーストの首に腕を回して優しく抱きしめた。

「ジェット、わかってくれ、俺はいつだってお前が欲しい…お前���俺のものにしたい、本当は…出来る事なら誰にも渡したくない。それが俺の本心だ」

ゴーストはゆっくりと囁くと、ジェットの眉間に優しいキスを落とした。

ジェットはゴーストの腕の中でぼんやり考えていた。

本当にこの関係はうまくいくのだろうか？

朝からソープにもキスされ、プライスにも、そしてゴーストにも…。ジェットはこのままでは身体がもたないと思った。身体だけでなく、それぞれの大切な男たちの事を考え、それぞれをケアしてあげる心の余裕もない…と不安になった。

恋人を共有するなんて、やはり無理な事なのでは？

自分が3人を平等に愛する事ができたとして、3人のうちの誰かが…独占欲の強い誰かが…その調和を乱したらどうなるのだろうか、とジェットは思った。

「…ゴースト、そろそろ本当に準備しなきゃラズウェルに殺される」

ジェットはいつまでもゴーストの広くて暖かい胸の中でまどろんでいたかったが、時計が出発の時間が迫っていることを伝えていたので、渋々ゴーストから離れた。

ここを出たらしばらくこんな風に彼と触れ合うことはできないだろうと思うと、ジェットは急に寂しさと愛おしさがこみあげてきて、少し背伸びをして彼にキスをした。ゴーストは少し驚いた眼をしていたが、すぐにキスを返し、もう一度ジェットを強く抱きしめてから彼を開放した。

「…じゃあ、また後で」

それから一時間後、彼らは日本の座間基地に向かって出発した。

…前編終了

後編はゆっくり書いていこうと思います。

今後はまず前編の翻訳から進めていきいます。

[allurilove]

Yandere Ghost x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: A little introduction to very pretty and demure yan ghost x gender neutral reader, perverted behavior, mentions of cheating and murder, he wants to be your one and only.

Yandere ghost had been alone for five hundred years. He had seen many people come and go, and none of his lovers had last long. They were all peaceful people who accepted death and their untimely demise, and no matter how hard he would beg for them to become a spirit and stay with him—they chose to go to heaven. Yandere ghost was scared to let go. He wanted to be on earth forever.

Yandere ghost had the prettiest hair that rivals the finest silk. Before he had died, he was a paramour. He fell in love with a married woman that made him want to be the best version of himself. He started to learn all the beauty secrets he could, traveling around the globe for the best ingredients for his skincare and hair. He dabbled in makeup, adding a bit of rouge to his cheeks and stained his lips pink. He took care of his body well. He used sugar to wax any hair on his torso or legs, and slathered scented creams he made himself so he smelled rosy. He made sure he would massage his legs and face after he woke up, and put ice on any puffy areas.

Yandere ghost was murdered by his ex-lovers husband. He didn’t like to dwell on his death, and he hadn’t exactly been truthful to you about it as well. He didn’t want you to think lowly of him for being the “other woman” and breaking a relationship apart. But, when he does get unwanted memories from that unfortunate night, he appears in your bedroom. You could feel his presence whenever he comes and goes, his cold hand would gently tug at your blankets, and you shivered as his body slowly sided next to yours. He would play with your pajamas, kiss your cheeks and bite on em. Not too hard, but enough so he could see his teeth marks.

Yandere ghost was grateful that you weren’t creeped out by the sight of him rubbing his cheeks on your inner thigh. He liked resting on your lower half since it was so unbelievably warm. He liked pressing his tongue against the crotch, and he smiled often at the wet spot that usually formed down there. He doesn’t want to be too forward with you, so simple touches like these was all he did. He kissed the fabric of your underwear, trailing upwards to your midriff, and his fingers grazed over the soft skin of your thighs. Yandere ghost was more active during the night time, and he preferred to keep himself hidden from you. Sometimes, he would pop out if you had another man over. His beautiful face would twist into disgust, and for a brief moment, he would reveal the most ugly parts of himself to the man he considered to be “trespassing.”

Yandere ghost was a little mischievous and jealous man. He didn’t like seeing you with anyone else because he had felt like you were the one. Yandere ghost was a man of many talents. He could rip his body into half on command, his intestines hanging like strings, and his mouth could detach from the jaw. He often liked to scare the men by hovering over them, his eyes wide and white without a pupil on sight, and his breath that reeked of spoiled fish would waft into their nose. If that didn’t work, he would beg them to free him from this house, and scream that there was a curse for any man that stepped foot on this land. He would crawl on the ground, sobbing endless black tears. Every time they would snitch on him… yandere ghost just disappeared immediately. He wouldn’t want you to see this jealous side of him.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Ghosted

Male Jock Yandere Ghost x Gender Neutral Nerd Ghost Reader

CW: Reader death, ghosts, spirit world, manipulative yandere, stalking, general yandere behavior, consensual sex

Word Count: 801

(Trying to get back into the habit of writing, this is the result, hope you like it! I consider a demented ghost as still being a monster and therefore still teratophilia.)

You had died in college. One moment, you were being your nerdy self, rummaging through your binder, and the next, you were on the ground. You didn't really remember much, all very fuzzy. Was it a stroke? A brain aneurysm? You had no idea.

Once you were brain dead, though, you stepped from your body and appeared on the ghostly plane. A fog filled realm that somewhat mirrored the world of the living. Though spirits could make alterations, there were spaces untouched by the activities of the still living. 

There were a lot of ghosts. Many of them wandered aimlessly or were stuck in a loop of denial, acting out behaviors as if they were still alive. Others lashed aggressively, unable to regain their grip on their sanity. 

You mostly kept to yourself. Like Jonesy taught you. He was a former jock about your age when he died in the late 80s. He still wore his letterman jacket. You weren't limited to the clothes you died in, but you figured it was a symbol of how he was still attached to his old life.

Jonesy had taught you a lot of things. He had pretty much been your mentor since you had died. He was there waiting when you passed. He said he had sensed someone might die as he was wandering the halls of the college, where he had also died years ago. 

Jonesy said he was stuck in a loop. Being alone had made him lose his mental stability. But when he sensed you were about to die, it snapped him out of it. He said you saved him, so he wanted to get to know you and help you navigate the land of the dead. 

Plus, being together would help prevent the two of you from getting mentally frail. 

It was a bit of a paradox. Jonesy taught you to avoid most spirits, but communication and relationships were essential to staying sane. 

"You just have to know the right types to befriend. Many of the people here have a darkness in them and can drag you down if you're not careful."

He also told you the other secret to remaining stable. 

"You have to keep busy, do stuff. Don't get too bored."

There was a surprising amount you could do as a ghost. You could go to stores and yoink whatever you wanted, eat whatever you wanted, play video games, there was even a ghost version of the internet! 

Getting infinite free popcorn at the movies was your favorite thing. Jonesy always did that lame pretend yawn thing that ended with his arm wrapped around you. It was nice, though. Made you feel safe. You had been touch starved in life.

The transition to him being your boyfriend was so seemless and natural that you barely noticed that it had happened. You had never stopped any of his advances. Cuddling you, holding you, and smooching your cheek.

You didn't even question it when chaste kisses led to him kissing you hungrily before carefully taking off your clothing, like he was removing the wrapping from something delicate. 

Soon you found yourself laying ass up on his bed with him pounding into you, drinking in all your lusty moans and unabashed calling of his name.

He gripped your hips firmly as he came deeply into you; the pleasure made you see stars. His girthy cock stretched you wonderfully. You felt so lucky and special that this jock spirit had taken an interest in you, a lowly nerd.

Jonesy felt lucky too. He hadn't been in a loop. For a year before your death, he had been haunting you, It was difficult to peek into the living world, but once he found you, he was addicted. 

He loved watching you read books, study, and watch anime. He especially loved watching you shower, fervently jerking hinself off as he did so. 

It wasn't enough though. He needed to have you with him! You had been so perfect for him. You were kindred souls in a way. You were always alone and starved for attention. You'd fall for his affections easily, and you wouldn't just crossover beyond the purgatory the two of you were now in, you were too depressed for that.

Influencing people who were still alive was nearly impossible, but decades of being alone had made Jonesy angry and bitter. He used those emotions as fuel and tried many times to trip you down the stairs or get you to stroll into traffic absentmindedly. Finally, the jock was successful in busting something in your head.

At long last, you were with him. As he held you tightly, after making love several more times, he knew he'd be able to keep you there forever and he'd never have to be alone again. 

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[the-whispers-of-death]

New Guy

A/N: Python's introduction to Ghost!! Note that this OC will eventually be with Ghost.

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Ghost finished up his workout in the base gym, grabbing a towel and wiping off the sweat on his neck. He waved goodbye to the few soldiers he knew, heading out of the base gym and towards the barracks.

As he walked, he heard whispers of an American joining one of the task forces as their medic. Supposedly it was because the task force needed a medic and there weren't any SAS medics who could be spared.

He huffed at the thought, wishing a silent good luck to the task force that was unlucky enough to have an American medic.

Ghost opened the door to the barracks which were assigned to everyone in the 141. As he entered the barracks, he expected it to be empty since he knew the rest of the 141 were away training or doing paperwork. However, as he stepped inside, it wasn't empty.

There stood a tall, shirtless man who had to be no taller than six-foot-six and had light brown skin that seemed to be covered in tattoos. With his back towards Ghost, he was the process of putting on a shirt, his head covered by a black balaclava, and Ghost could see the full sleeve tattoos of snakes and a large tattoo of a snake spiraling up the man's back. The man was burly, muscular with a thick layer of fat on top of the muscles.

Ghost snapped out of his stupor, remembering who he was and clearing his throat. "You're in the wrong barracks, mate," he said, annoyance lacing his voice as he stared at the irritatingly mouth-watering man. "These barracks are for the Task Force 141."

The man finished putting on his shirt, somehow managing to do so without disturbing his balaclava and mask, before he turned to face Ghost. He had on a black hard-plated mask which had gold etchings of a snake coiling all around the mask.

"No, I'm in the right barracks," the man said, Ghost noting the American accent and the way the man's voice was deep but harsh. "Captain Price showed me where to go."

At that words, it clicked in Ghost's head that this was the American medic he had heard about on his way to the barracks. The task force that got said medic was the 141. Great.

"So you're the medic that has the whole base alight with gossip," Ghost grumbled, stepping closer and eyeing the man. His eyes settled on the man's mask and it ticked him off how much they looked similar. "Why do you wear a mask?"

The man seemed unperturbed by the way Ghost was eyeing him warily, as if he was bored. "For the same reason you probably wears yours. For anonymity," he replied. "Call me Python."

Ghost raised his eyebrow underneath his mask, not that Python could see it. "Python?" He tested the callsign on his tongue before huffing in annoyance. "That's a mouthful."

"Yes, but it's not like I chose the callsign myself." Python lifted up his duffel bag with ease and set it down on the bunk that wasn't being used. He definitely sounded bored. "Any other burning questions?"

"Why do they call you "Python"?" Ghost asked, ignoring how rude Python was being. It wasn't like Ghost was being nice either.

"You going to tell me why they call you "Ghost"?" Python shot back, turning back around to face Ghost and crossing his arms.

Ghost scowled beneath his mask, crossing his arms as well. "Don't do that, don't be cagey with me." His irritation was rising steadily. "I'm the mysterious one in this task force."

Python surprisingly laughed, his laughter deep and lacking any actual amusement. He stepped closer, making Ghost step back instinctively. "I guess you're not the only mysterious one here anymore, Ghost." He sucked his teeth. "Deal with it."

Python then turned away from Ghost again, the sharp change of movement making his medical bag clack against his uniform, drawing Ghost's attention to it.

"You have a shitty attitude for a medic," Ghost muttered underneath his breath, glowering at the man in front of him now.

"I didn't think the great and all-powerful Ghost would cower at a little bit of attitude thrown his way." Python taunted, glancing back at Ghost before unzipping his duffel bag to take out something. He then took a big sniff of the air before making a sound of disgust. "You should shower, you stink."

He zipped up the duffel bag again and then moved past Ghost, leaving the barracks to go God knows where. One minute he was there and the next, Ghost was alone, staring at where Python had been.

Ghost blinked once and then twice, his eyebrows furrowing. "I'm going to have Price transfer him," he grumbled to himself before making his way to the communal bathroom.

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A/N: I didn't know this OC x Canon relationship would be rivals to lovers (I don't think we can classify them as enemies, not even sure if we could classify them as rivals really), but as Python likes to chant in my head, "Stone might be a bigger bitch, but I'm still a bitch!" (I don't know why he likes to chant that in my head.) So um, this is just how Python is, I guess.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[heartfullofleeches]

Retailer: Now, I have to warn you - previous owners of this home have reporting seeing a ghost. A bride from what I've heard. I'm sure you don't believe in such things, but it would have been rude of me not to inform you.

Yan: Hm... I am not one for roommates, but it is such a lovely home I will find a way to send her to her final resting place.

Retailer: Actually, the bride has been described as an attractive young male.

Yan:

Yan: Will I be able to sign the paperwork today?

-

Ghost Bride Darling: Who....is here... Those lights...ahhh

[Yan sits at the dinner table in front of an spirit board - romantic candle lights strung all across the room]

Yan: Darling! You've finally come to join me for dinner. You look even more ravishing than your obituary showed you to be.

Ghost Bride Darling: I...am a man. Can I still be... your wife?

Yan: In that dress?? You could be my executioner and I'd view you all the same~

[tsuutarr]

You don't know when it started, but you've been finding letters hidden throughout your house. At first, you just assume that they're leftover letters from a past tenant – cute, sweet love letters. You don't mean to, but you end up reading them whenever you find them, heart fuzzy from how cute the letters are.

“I’ve been watching you for some time. I think you’re cute.”

“I love you so much, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I wish that you could see me like I see you.”

The love letters you find are filled to the brim with the writer’s affection. You can only hope someone will love you that much.

But, at some point, the letters you read start to feel a little… off. At first, they seemed like letters that simply waxed poetic about some unidentified person – someone you don’t know at all. However, the more letters you find, the more the letters feel like they’re being written about you.

Letters begin to describe your appearance in great detail, commenting on how beautiful your eyes and hair are. Then, the letters begin to describe your hobbies and personality, even the sides you keep hidden from the public eye. The final nail on the coffin is when these letters begin to describe, in detail, your day-to-day activities, from when you eat to when you shower to when you leave the house.

The worst part is that nothing really seems amiss – you don’t see any hidden cameras and you don’t notice anyone following you. Hell, you installed some security cameras, only to come up completely empty. It’s honestly driving you completely insane.

But don’t worry – you’ll soon see who your secret admirer is. Yes, indeed, just give your ghost roommate a little more time and he’ll be able to make himself visible to you.

And when he does, there’ll be no escape.

Maybe there never was one in the first place.

[eccentricallygothic]

simon riley is the type of grumpy overindulging older boyfriend who always tells you that you need to grow up and not be so pampered and spoilt because one should be prepared to survive in the world as you never know what will happen (one of those ‘what if i am not here one day because something happened to me’ overreacting oldies) but will also let you put everything you pick out of your plate into his own because some veggies/pickable ingredients are too ewie and he facilitates because he can't say no to your pouting and whining, will do everything for you because you're just a baby ‘tsk, give it here, kid’ and will most certainly carry you around like one. hes a hypocrite

[misstycloud]

Haunted House

Ghost yan x ghost reader

TW: suicide mention

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It was with curiosity you stared out the window. A car had pulled up in the drive way. Through the car windows you sa two adults and three children in the backseat. Well, it was definitely not a maintenance company then. It always bothered you so when they came and meddled with your house; though it technically didn’t belong to you anymore you still considered the building as you home, and prison.

You watched as the kids ran out of the vehicle to inspect the house. You had to admit, they were rather cute. Before you hadn’t really thought about having kids and weren’t sure if you ever would, but now you found yourself wondering if you would have made a good mother. One always ponder about the choices out of one’s reach.

They seemed happy, the family of five. Perhaps you would be fine with them around.

“What are you thinking about, dear?” A voice interrupted your dazed thoughtfulness as your mood instantly soured.

“Nothing so you can leave.”

The man behind you sighed. “Do you always have to act like this whenever I’m around?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back at him, fearing that the sight of him would send you into a frenzy. “I do when you’re the one who ruined my life.”

“Ruined your life? We were happy together, in fact, I remember you telling me ‘I promise to love you even in death’ but I guess that doesn’t apply, not with the way you treat me.”

You nearly gasped at his audacity. The nerve some people had!

“What? Are you actually serious right now- you can’t be? The way I treat you? You want to talk about the way I treat you? You killed me!” You shouted.

You had turned around now. Your eyes took in the handsome man you had once called the love of your life. Despite the hatred for true actions and pain he caused you, a small part of you still felt something when you looked at him. Maybe it was affection? Maybe it was the anguished feelings of a happy life that could have been? You weren’t sure.

He stilled for a moment before speaking again. “I know, and I am sorry it had to go that way-“

“Had to? You weren’t forced to do anything. At least take responsibility for your actions!”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if you had just stopped flirting with those other men.” It seemed like it was his turn to become angry. “Don’t think I didn’t see how you looked at them, how your eyes lit up when you saw someone you very clearly fancied.”

“Oh my- we’ve been over this a hundred times, they were just coworkers nothing more. Besides, they have wives and kids of their own!”

It didn’t matter how much you insisted, your (ex)husband did not relent in his accusations.

“That doesn’t mean they’ll be loyal. You have no idea what a treasure you are, many would do anything to get to have you.” The man twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, entranced by your beauty.

“Oh, like you, you mean?” You fired back.

“Stop that.” He said. “I don’t want to fight with you, we’ve already done enough of that. I did what I had to do and nothing will ever change that. Now we’ll be together for ever, even in death, just like we promised each other at the altar. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hope that one day you will understand how deep my feelings for you go and see things from my perspective. I love you, I really do.” He turned to leave you to your lonesome. Before he left, he told you one final thing, “No one else will adore you as much as I, especially now considering no man will ever see you besides me. You’re nothing more than a ghost after all.”

The tear threatening to escape earlier finally welled up. You cried and wiped your eyes with you cold, dead hand.

——————

Just as you had imagined, the family did bring you a new sense of happiness. Whilst not exactly ideal, watching over(spyin on) the parents and the children made your days more fulfilled. They brought laughter and fun back into your undead life.

Unfortunately you weren’t able to look out for them unless they stayed in the house. It was a real pain in the ass, not being able to leave the building. If you could, you would have left decades ago- much to your (ex)husband/ dismay. You suspected he was relieved to find that you were both confined to your place of death. It meant you couldn’t leave him, which was his goal the entire time. He got what he wanted in the end.

After stabbing you out of jealousy, you died in his arms, crying and demanding answers to why he would hurt you. When you (surprisingly) woke up again, you were in the same position you had been when your life drained out of you. Your man was clutching you tight to his chest and he was stroking you hair. At first you had believed it was all a dream, then you thought you survived the whole thing. He was still petting your hair and rambling on how he loved you and how he would rather die than be separated from you. You hadn’t expected him to be so literal.

You were shocked when you had pulled away from him, only to discover a second version of him lying unmovingly on the floor next to you. Then you noticed the pool of blood spilling out from his neck, and the knife he stabbed you with in his hand. With disbelief you glanced back at the ‘living’ version of him. He smiled somewhat solemnly at you as you took in his too-pale skin and the large scar he had on his throat.

You tried not to think about it too much. No matter what he did, you would never forgive him for taking your life away from you because of his irrational fear of you cheating on him. Well, it was impossible for you to leave or cheat on him now. You were the only ghosts in the house and didn’t have the ability to take even a small step outside the front door.

Instead of spending your days avoiding him as usual, you now followed the family around the house. Mostly the children of course. They had the habit of getting into trouble whenever their parents weren’t around. You had forgotten how many times you had saved them from tripping or bumping their heads. You were lucky you could touch things in the real world for a short second. You couldn’t before so you assumed it was because you were a young and weak ghost back then.

The whole babysitting act also appeared to bother your husband, which you relished in. You remembered one day when he approached you after the family had left for the grocery store.

“Don’t you think you’re spending an awful lot of time with those children?”

“I like them so I don’t mind.” You answered and continued staring at the drawings they made that afternoon, right before begging called to get dressed and meet by the car.

“Well, I don’t think it’s right for you to do the parents job.” He sneered.

Rolling your eyes, you said, “Like I said, I don’t mind.” Your wanted to leave it at that but your (ex)husband had other plans.

“Sweetie, I will be honest; I believe your getting too attached to this family, it’s not good.”

You sent a glare in his direction. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What I mean is I think you should let them be. They’ll eventually move on whilst you’ll be stuck here. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You scoffed at the audacity he had again. “A little late for that, don’t you think? This is the only source of happiness I have, don’t take anything more from me, please.”

“I don’t make you happy, then?” He asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

You could look him in the eye, choosing silence. He grumbled something incoherent. After another long minute of silence, he sighed. He did that a lot these days, you thought.

“Alright, my love. Continue to look after these living people if it brings you joy, but remember, it won’t last forever. I will be here when you’re done.”

Once more he left you alone to look out the window. Despite your will to disagree, you knew he was right. These people- this family- they were all still alive. You were not. Your time was over, your life stolen from you. It was only a question of when they’d leave. Until then, you’d be their guardian in this haunted house.

[aresdoll]

˖౨ৎ ⋆｡˚﹒janitor a.i bot list update P.2

【 my janitor ai acc - @ Aresangell 】

【 my venus chub acc - @ Starangell 】

【 my cai acc - @ Angelstaar 】

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Liu Kang 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He didn't pay attention to you so you decided to record a spicy video for him, but you didn't expect him to react.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - the hot guy at your gym was flirting with you. 🏳️‍⚧️ 》 transmasc miguel au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Priest Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han /Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You and Bi Han were friends with benefits, but the two of you felt much more than just lust.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Tomas and you were friends for two years. It was obvious to everyone who looked at the way Vrbada spoke to you or looked at you that the ninja was completely in love with you; the less you saw it, whether because you ignored his feelings on purpose or simply couldn't see that there was much more than platonic love. However, with the arrival of your ex, he needed to act.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/ Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You couldn't become a ninja because you were too weak, but now, the grandmaster himself took care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You accidentally sent a nude to your university professor.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC, Needy Boyfriend - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Dmitry is your rich and needy boyfriend, who needs you 24/7, especially when he wakes up without you in his bed.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were caught by him masturbating.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You needed money and now you have a 'sugar daddy'.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tio Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Your non blood uncle is obsessed with you. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a family together, but apart.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Father Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He wants to ask you out with him.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - drinks

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Stepfather Albert Wesker - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you know him... V.3

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Cramps

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Wife Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your sub wife

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - boyfriend gifts

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Goth Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He liked you and your makeup. 🦇 》 gothic au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you get hurt

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were living in the house of a grumpy old man, but he os very cute... 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Professor Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He's your annoying chemistry professor. 📚 》 college au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Dracula - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - maybe he wants more than your blood. 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Count Dracula Count - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a teacher's assistant and help him with his classes. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】dirty secret🎀 》 DILF SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - teasing and punishment

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Ice God/Bi Han - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You are the servant of a grumpy ice god. ❄️ 》 ICE GOD/KING AU.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Mad Scientist/Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a wonderful experience of him. 🥼 》 MAD SCIENTIST AU

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Johnny Cage - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - aftercare

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - low self esteem | 🎀 》 daddykink version

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you got pregnant with him... 🕷️ 》 miguel o’hara x blackcat!user

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are the new hero of the seven and he has his eyes on you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - we never talked about ***** **** ┆ 🧼 》 fight club au, you are his tyler...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada- 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - new recruit

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- valentine's day

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Simon Riley 'Ghost' - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - slutty torture

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your father figure

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- lying between his legs

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC - Stepfather, Yan Jin - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - your new stepfather is rude but extremely handsome. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- he needs to take care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- arranged marriage...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】survivor.🕊️ 》TWD AU, He's Your Negan.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Titan Lord Raiden - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - reencounter

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Step!Brother, Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】breedtable ─ m!preg.🕊️ 》DARK SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere! Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a dark hero who is in love. 🕊️ 》 DARK SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere!Shang Tsung - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - obsession

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - fuck buddies

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 who took a sudden interest in you once you moved to your new place. Finding this place was relatively easy and the rent was dirt cheap. The previous owner was also beyond eager to be rid of this property as soon as he possibly could be. His demeanor when he was showing you around the place was incredibly odd, not to mention that it made you feel jumpy. He was constantly toying with his hands, the sweat he was oh so obviously trying to hide had already created massive puddles all over his white button up, he even tried putting on some cologne and lighting some incense but nothing worked. You decided not to comment and chose to only follow him around, asking him the most basic questions anyone could think of. At the end of the tour the man had turned fully towards you, a big grin suddenly on his face as he raised his arms slightly upwards in a dramatic gesture.

"I'm sure you'll be very comfortable here. Take these keys - welcome to your new home!"

And with that, he was out the door and gone into the night. Holding the metallic key in your hand you closed the door shut and took one last look around the place for the evening. Unfortunately, you were in no position to turn down a place so cheap. It was this or the streets. It'll only be a few months, you had said to yourself.

What could possibly go wrong?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, who had been following you around the moment you stepped foot into the place. At first he did nothing but observe as he needed to get used to you, his new roommate. It was enjoyable watching you live out your mundane life, cooking, cleaning and the sorts. He was also interested in your possible hobbies - did you read? Write? Paint? Play an instrument? He has been dead for quite a while now and staying dead can get very tedious and outright boring. He always got a little kick out messing with the owners of this place but there were times when he would go overboard. With a scoff, those thoughts were banished from his mind almost immediately.

It's not as though he was here completely alone. There were... others. Hiding in the shadows. Some more dangerous than others. The rest were human souls such as he was, unable to pass onto the other side. They weren't as proactive as he was as they were not too keen on the living.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, who starts leaving you little clues and hints around the house. Old books that you couldn't possibly own, newspapers which dated all the way back to his era. A broken glass here, a suspicious handprint there. He particularly enjoyed praying on you while you occupied the bathroom. Don't get him wrong, he was no pervert! Heavens no!

... Maybe he was a little. No need to worry, it's not as though he can act out on any of his urges anyway.

But there was just something so vulnerable to see you so exposed, so completely alone in your element. There was no one else who could see you like this (he always laughed a little at your cluelessness). Your image was etched into his memory like a record that played over and over, if he had the ability to paint you, he would.

Watching became tedious though. He wanted and needed more.

Even in death, he was still just a man.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, who was trying to get you to talk to him. By simply calling out to him was enough, at least at the start. There was an old ouija board hidden beneath an old bed and it was the perfect means of communication.

He just wished there were other, more safer options than that. He knew all too well that if a person was not careful they could summon something else completely.

That was how he got into this mess into the first place.

That thing would also catch wind of things. He couldn't allow that. Feelings he hasn't felt in decades started to come flooding back but they were even stronger than they ever were in life. Panic, fear and worry - they were all consuming and nothing could ease his mind. Even as he stood at the foot of your bed and watched your chest rise up and down, up and down, there was still no peace for him. He was bitter at your liveliness and your ability to breathe but at the same time, the softness of your cheeks and the song of your laughter became addictive, dare he say like a drug. He wasn't too fond of the fact that other people came over so often, that was not fair.

It was supposed to be just you and him! Even if you didn't know it yet!

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 who amps up the hauntings and starts becoming more aggressive. He is sick and tired of these games, he wants you all to himself. Windows are forced open and shut, books and other objects start flying off shelves in the dead of night and you even manage to catch a glance of him one evening in the bathroom mirror.

You tried running out the door, barely even dressed but he had locked all of the door beforehand.

His voice could be heard tandem echoes, all teasing and petrifying. He wasn't sure if he wanted you alive or dead anymore.

He just wanted you to stay.

[2-dsimp]

if u want thoughts on the other guys…

OH MY GOD I NEED XAVIERS HANDS ON MY THROAT LIKE YESTERDAY???

need to tease that snarky bitch until he retaliates and fucks me til i can’t think

jokes on him that’s what i wanted all along

Cw: MDNI suggestive; Xavier loves it when you act like a brat

A/n: me having fun doing panels teehee ψ(｀∇´)ψ