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[ryethebrokengae]

Simon Riley x Reader Smut[AFAB transmasc, post top chop and T reader, They/He pronouns used]

CW: SMUT, Simon being thick in every meaning of the word, words used for anatomy: clit, T-dick, folds(I'm so sorry really I am), cunt, pussy, entrance(because I refuse to use 'hole')

You can't remember how you got in this situation, but you thank whatever deities are out there that you are.

On your cot, that somehow counts as a bed, you lie below a mountain of a man, Simon Riley. All 6 feet and 4 inches of muscle focused on your body.

You feel his mouth press to your chest through his balaclava. Your chest flushes. Letting out a little gasp.

Simon grunts, looking up at you from under his pretty blonde lashes. He's still fully clothed body pressed against your bare one. His tactical vest barely discarded in an unknown corner of your room in the rush of finally breaking the sexual tension that's been tightening between you two for weeks.

You move your hand to grab his shoulder. Looking down to make eye contact.

"There you go, good boy." He says roughly, rewarding your eye contact with him lifting the bottom half of his balaclava. Leaving it to rest on the bridge of his nose. His bottom eyelashes just barely visible from the bottom of the pushed up fabric.

"Fuck you're gorgeous." You breath out heavily, one hand moving to cup his jaw. Running your finger over the short stubble growing there. your other hand resting on his shoulder, moving up to feel the skin on the back of his neck. Relishing in the sight of his bare skin few get to experience.

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle. You're able to see a red blush forming on his cheeks.

He looks down bashfully. Taking out the building up emotion on your poor neck. Leaning down and roughly biting it. Grinning into your skin when he hears your whine, and feels your hips buck up into his roughly.

"F-ucking hell, Simon. Ow," You laugh out breathlessly, the hand on the back of his neck gripping the nape of his neck. Your back arching slightly, leaning your head back, unconsciously giving him more access to your neck.

He chuckles darkly into your neck. Quickly pressing a kiss to the bite mark, lathing his tongue over it. His hands running up and down your sides, squeezing the flesh of your ass with one hand. While the other grips the inside of your left thigh, thumb teasingly close to your cunt.

You let out a whine, rolling your hips into him. Trying to entice him to touch you where you've been wet and aching for him ever since he slammed you against the closed door of your room.

Simon tsk's quietly,

"No no no, you'll have t' ask nicely if you want my fingers." He breathes out, mouth next to your ear.

You shudder at the feeling of his hot, humid breath on the side of your neck.

"Please, Simon?" You whisper, mind running a hundred miles an hour. With the only thought being how desperate you are for him.

You hear him let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head slightly. Pressing a harsh kiss just behind your ear.

"Now I know you can do better than that." He says into your skin, continuing to press kisses along your neck and jaw. The hand he has on your thigh moving up just a centimeter, thumb rubbing tight little circles into the heated skin.

You whine softly, rolling your head back to rest on the pillow. Wishing he would just give you what you want.

"Oh, now now. I thought you wanted this." Simon says, with a smirk in his voice. Leaning back from your neck to look at you.

"I-I do!" You stutter out, worried he would pull away.

The grin on Simons face grows, leaning down next to your ear once again.

"Then beg." He growls out, nipping at the skin behind your ear roughly. Hand on your ass moving to hold your hip in a grasp you knew would leave a bruise.

You let out a hot gasp, feeling your skin get hotter.

"Please, please please, Simon. Can I have your fingers. God, please, need it. Need to feel you." You whimper out, trying and failing to roll your hips into his. The bruising grip he has on you keeping you from moving.

"Please~" You let out one last plea. Your face hot and red. Feeling your clit throb.

He brings his head back. Looking you in the eyes before pressing a hard kiss to your lips. While he moves the hand on your thigh up so his thumb brushes against your T-dick.

You let out a gasp, hips twitching into his hand. Your mouth opening allowing Simon to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He moans into the kiss, quickly moving to press his thumb on your clit gently. Giving you just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure to your cunt. Making you even wetter.

You once again try and roll your hips into his hand, and this time he lets you.

He breaks the kiss once again, looking down to where his hand is pressed to you.

"That's it, good boy~" He praises, twisting his wrist so his thumb stayed on your clit but his fingers were running along the inner folds of your cunt.

"So wet for me already..." He breathes out, barely able to contain himself. He pulls his hand away, leaning back and sitting up.

You let out a loud whine, raising your hips to try and get his hands back on you. He tut's at your impatience.

"Now now, dove. Don't you worry, you'll get my fingers back. I just need to feel more of you." Simon grunts out, his arms reaching back to pull his snug long sleeve shirt up and over his head. Exposing the washboard of muscle lying under a layer of fat and scars.

Your breathing stutters, getting caught in your throat. You feel yourself clench around nothing. Your mouth falls open slightly, eyes raking over his exposed abdomen.

You've seen him shirtless before, sure. But his physique never fails to entrance you.

"Fucking hell~" You whisper out, momentarily forgetting the frustration of him no longer touching you.

He chuckles darkly, loving the effect he has on you.

"Like something you see, pet?" He askes with gravel in his voice. A knowing grin on his face.

You nod mindlessly, one of your hands grasping the blanket next to you. The other trailing down your skin, coming to rest on the inside of your thigh. You grip the soft flesh there, while holding your bottom lip between your teeth. Eyes finally coming to rest on Simon's.

Simon shakes his head, tsk'ing softly.

"None, of that now. I thought you wanted my fingers, not your own?" He says, reaching down to grasp your wrists, moving to hold them in one of his above your head.

You whine, arching your back up.

"Please, Simon. Please just give it to me." You plead.

"Give what, hmm? What do you want, pet?" Simon says. Hand that's not holding your wrists running down your heated skin to rest just above your pelvis. He teasingly traces his fingers around where you want him. Never getting close enough to give you any real pleasure from the touch.

"A-anything, Simon. Anything you'll give me. Just, please~" You beg, a whine slipping out of your mouth at the end of the sentence. Bucking your hips up gently, trying to get his hand *just* a touch lower.

He lets out a pleased huff. Licking his lips, clearly enjoying the view of you needy and begging before him. He moves the hand on your pelvis lower, pressing the entirety of his palm against your cunt. Not putting any real pressure but simply teasing you.

"Mm... I'll think about it, Pet." Simon mumbles, words obscured by his tongue still running over his lips. His eyes flick up from where they were focused, on your cunt. Landing on yours, he adjusts himself slowly. Moving his body down yours.

Releasing your wrists, but giving you a stern look, silently saying 'Be good'.

His face coming to level just in front of your pussy.

He removes his hand from your cunt. Moving it to grab the inside of your thigh. Using the grip he has to further spread your legs for him. One of his arms moving to wrap around your thigh, palm finding its place pressed against your lower stomach.

His eyes finally leave yours, drifting down to look at the dripping feast before him.

"Now look at that, Lovie. Already soaked for me, and I've barely touched you." He says, a lit of amusement in his voice. When he says this his eye find yours once again. Before he leans forward and licks a long stripe from the bottom of your cunt. All the way up to wrap his lips around your clit. Sucking briefly before letting it go with a wet 'Pop'.

You let out a loud gasp. Hips twitching forward, craving more stimulation.

He turns his head, pressing a messy kiss right next to your cunt, chuckling into your skin. Before turning his attention back to your pussy. Still making eye contact with you he licks further into your folds. Feeling his chin and nose become wetter and wetter with you.

Groaning into you he spreads your legs as far as they can go. Burying his face in your cunt. Sucking and licking along the hot sensitive flesh.

With a satisfied grunt he shoves his tongue inside of you. Nose pressed to your T-dick. Gently moving his face side to side to give your aching bud more stimulation.

You let out a stuttered moan, hips unconsciously rolling up to meet his face.

"F-fuck... Simon. So g-good." You whisper. Taking a deep breath you can nearly taste the sex on the almost humid air.

He hums into your cunt. Sending vibrations through you, causing you to arch your back. Further pressing your pussy into his face.

You can see a smile in his eyes, nearly feel it against your skin.

His arm wrapped around your thigh, with hand on your lower stomach, presses down. He raises an eyebrow, a warning.

Despite his warning you roll your hips again, deviously grinning at him.

He raises both eyebrows this time, slowly bringing his body up. Away from yours, to rest both hands next to your hips.

He lays a sharp 'slap!' on the side of your right thigh. The grin on your face cracks into an 'o', a whine falling out of your mouth.

"You wanna be a brat? Alright then. Two can play that game." He says, a smirk on his face.

He harshly grabs your hips, suddenly flipping you onto your stomach. He pulls your hips up so your face is pressed to the bedding and your back is arched. Presenting himself with your cunt and ass.

You hear him let out a satisfied grunt. One hand holding your hips in place while the other rubs the plush of your ass. Before you have a chance to wiggle your hips back at him he gives your ass cheek a harsh 'smack!'.

Letting out a hum as he does so. Gently rubbing the now sore flesh with the perpetrating hand. He leans forward. Pressing his still clothed hard cock against your ass.

"Be a good boy for me, hmm?" He asks, with a teasing lit. Rolling his hips languidly into you.

You nod into the bedsheet. Mouth still hanging open, dumbly.

"Haven't even taken off my bloody trousers and I've already got you cock dumb." Simon chuckles. Leaning back to undo his belt.

You shiver slightly when you hear the clink of metal tapping against itself.

He grin widens when he sees the small shiver run down your back.

You hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You arch your back further, silently begging for his cock.

Simon lets out a groan at the sight.

"Fuckin' hell, Dove. You're gonna be the death of me." He says, as you hear him pulling his boxers down as well.

You turn your head to look back at him. Desperate to catch a glimpse of the skin hidden by his trousers. When your eyes land on his body your head drops, a loud moan ripping it's way out of your throat.

His cock matches the proportions of the rest of his body. Thick like his waist, long enough to reach the deepest spots, but not so long you'll struggle to walk.

Now that's not to say your insides won't be bruised. You know for a fact you're going to be aching tomorrow. But hell if it'll be worth it.

He tugs his pants to rest just below his hips. Pressing himself against you. You feel the soft skin of his cock rubbing against your clit. The tip getting covered in your wetness.

"Pleaseee, Simon." You whimper, pushing your hips back. Feeling the head of his cock notch on your entrance.

"Look at you asking so nicely. What a good pet." He hums, one hand coming to grasp your hip. Tugging you back against him. Letting the tip of him slip inside of you. Gasping at the grip your body had on him.

You let out a loud, happy moan. Wiggling your hips.

"Th-thank you, Sir" You breathe out. Before you have a chance to realize what you said Simon plunges the rest of himself inside of you. You let out a near scream, it fading off to a pleasured groan.

The hands on your hips grips you so hard you can feel bruises forming. Your t-dick throbbing at the feeling of how full he's making you.

Simon leans down, pressing his chest against your back. Wrapping an arm around your waist to play with your clit. Putting pressure on it, moaning when he feels you tense around him.

"Fuckin' hell, pet. Feel s-so good" He groans out against your neck. His hips bucking with the slight stutter in his words.

Your hands gripping the blankets below you. Hearing, and feeling, Simon's usually stoic exterior melt away with the pleasure he's finding in you causes a new kind of pleasure through you.

Pride at reducing this beautiful mountain of a man to a pile of pleasure on top of you.

Pushing your hips back the best you can with how his muscled body was pressing you into the bed.

He chuckles lowly into your ear, feeling you press your hips against his.

"Yeah? Feel good, Dove? Mm?" Simon teases, teeth worrying at your neck. Determined to leave a mark. Show everyone who dare look at you who you belong to. Holding himself back from sucking an 'S' in the form of a hickey onto your skin.

He settles for leaving a bite mark on the flesh in the crease of your neck and shoulder. Grinning into the skin. Licking the, now sore, spot in apology for the jolt of your hips at the sharp pain.

&A/n: Sorry friendos, triggered meself IRL and this'll have to wait to be finished when I'm hyperseggusal again<3

[domain-expand-me]

Just got my T shots the other day so I'm feeling extra feral, so.

Imagine

Banging and dominating Kenjaku until he forgets all about his plans

gn amab reader

Tw: dub-con? (Kenny is into it, cuz he's a freak). gross body horror stuff. Straight up skull fucking/brain fucking, like, appendages in kenjaku type of stuff. Read at your own risk.

Imagine being a curse user, with some ability that lets you hide even from the user of the six eyes. Maybe even an ability that has let you reincarnate every second generation or so. You've never been too involved with everything going on, enjoying your privacy and relaxing much more than running around causing problems. But you are aware enough to know about Sukuna and Kenjaku.

You are lazy, there's no way to go around that. You are powering, sure. But that doesn't mean you like punching on people for dominance. You have always just enjoyed laying back on expensive pillows and sheets and sleeping, you're cursed ability doing all the work for you. Even in death you are lazy, unable to be summoned forth by others unless you actively want too.

This was why you were annoyed about Kenjaku's plans to release Sukuna and force the evolution of every human. If more people gained the ability to use cursed energy, then more problems would crop up and get in the way of your relaxed lazy lifestyle. That's why you knew you had to do something about it, and it seemed easiest to just change Kenjaku's mind.

Much to your annoyance you had to drag yourself out of bed, your beloved Alaskan king-sized bed, with the most comfortable sheets and pillows. You didn't look like much in your baggy clothes, but there was no reason to dress up for this. Sweatpants, flipflops and an old hoodie would have to do.

It wasn't hard to find Kenjaku, not when you knew exactly what to look for. His cult being as loud as they were, to you at least, didn't help his case.

Imagine how easy it must be to sneak into wherever his cult was staying, your cursed abilities easily letting you stay hidden and silent. The scoff that left you was soundless as you watched this group of idiots, didn't they know the guy that followed was only using them? But when you saw his newest vessel you could kinda get it. He was quite pretty, with long black hair, earrings and a fox-like smile. He still seemed like a prick to you though, but maybe that was experience speaking.

You couldn't help but take a short nap as this cult meeting went on, cursed abilities primed to wake you up or snap out at whatever threat might appear. But of course nothing happens, instead you find yourself woken up to the sheep followers leaving, looking both energized and manipulated by whatever Kenjaku had told them.

Deciding to keep shadowing him, you follow at a lazy pace, until you two get somewhere far enough away from people that sorcerers wouldn't be notified of your shared presence. It was always so easy to attack people who didn't even know to expect you, to hit people who didn't even know you existed until it was too late. You couldn't find it in yourself to outright kill him, killing Kenjaku would just cause more issues, but pinning him down was easy.

He seemed shocked and fear struck when he couldn't use the cursed ability of the body he inhabited, another plus of your own. "Kenny~ always causing problems for me" you sigh, tilting your head, eyes droopy and lazy as he sneered and snapped up at you.

His eyes were wide as he visibly tried to search his memory for who you were, only to end up coming up blank. You weren't the greatest at hiding for nothing, he'd only see you if you allowed it. But now that you were, you weren't just gonna let him leave and run his mouth.

"who the hell are you" he snarled, the body's pretty face scrunched up in anger and murderous intent. His cursed energy flared in anger, but it seemed to go limp the moment he tried to flex and use it. The body was tense, but instead of looking at its eyes, you kept your attention on the deep scar on its forehead, aware that that was there your target truly rested.

"this little plan of yours, it's... Annoying me" you sigh out, body loose limbed and relaxed as you sat back on his body's hips, only for something to catch your attention. Was he? Oh, he was. A lazy cat-like grin stretched across your face. He was hard. But was that Kenjaku, or was it simply the body he was occupying reacting to instinct? What kind of person was this, that they got excited being pinned down by a cocky lazy powerful idiot like you?

Kenjaku's sneer depended, even as the cheeks of his body flushed, his legs kicking and arms pulling against your iron tight grip where you kept them above his head. "You know... I was just gonna lobotomize you with my fingers. Rip that skull open and dig some new pathways in you, but, if you really wanna" you purr, voice still so lazy, like you haven't slept right in months.

Panic and something else seems to flash through Kenjaku's eyes, his eyes going so wide you almost had to laugh. He looked so stupid, like he had never thought anybody would be able to hold him down and leave him so vulnerable. At least, not an unknown being like you.

Using your cursed energy you kept him pinned, even as you sat up and started knee-shuffling up his torso. There was obvious fear and disgust in his eyes, but there was something else, something hungry and shameful that left the body's lips quivering as you settled your knees on either side of his head.

"w-wait" his voice sounded, so meek and shaky compared to his usual tone, as your hands settled on either side of his skull. You dismissively shushed him, like one would a troublemaker they couldn't bother listening to anymore. You debated on just cracking open this body's skull, he could always find a new one, but it was also pretty, and must have some skill for him to keep it, right? So you decided to be nice.

Instead you let your cursed energy gather at the tips of your thumbs, sticking them into the deep scar that went all the way around this body's head, using the cursed energy to slice it open like you are opening up an avocado. You felt your body heat up at the whimpered gasped noises Kenjaku made, his hands squeezing and tightening above his head, like he wasn't sure what to do with this situation.

They were starting to get in the way, and looking down you could see the glassy but hot look on the body's face. Deciding to see what he would do, you released the hold your cursed energy had on his wrists. Instead of pushing you away, Kenjaku's hands immediately grabbed onto your thighs, one of them shakily climbing up to pull at the top of your sweatpants.

"so cute~" you hum, finally letting the top of his head, the scalp, fall to the side, exposing the brain shaped curse inside. His teeth were grinding, what looked like a tongue but was probably more brain mass rubbing against the inner side of them. Fluids spluttered out from the open skull, splashing into the grass as Kenjaku gasped, from both the body's mouth, but also his own, the brain's teeth parting, as your thumbs rubbed against the slick wet surface.

The sound of two different voices whimpering and panting at once was fascinating, but it wasn't the strangest thing you had ever seen. Seeing how the body seemed to arch up, mouth opening as the tongue stuck out, trying to lap at the bulge in your sweats. Who'd have thought that the mighty Kenjaku would buckle so easily under somebody, but maybe he was simply one of those individuals that wanted to be dominated.

"come on, pull me out" you egged him on, that teasing grin on your lips as the body's hands twitched and jolted awkwardly, like Kenjaku was struggling to control it in this situation. Finally, he caught onto the waistband of your swears and boxers, roughly tugging them both down until your cock bounced free, half hard and slowly filling with blood, lazy like the rest of your body.

"nobody's ever done this, huh?" You tease, digging your thumbs into the wet slick ridges of Kenjaku's surface, letting your fingers pet against his soft vulnerable surface. Your pupils were blown wide as you watched the mouth on the brain pant open, wet from brain fluid instead of the usual spit you were used too.

You tsk, reached for your shaft with one of your wet hands, and brought it closer to Kenjaku, lowering your hips to start rubbing it through his ridges and folds. It wasn't hard to sense that he wanted more, from how the body jolted and twitched like an insect under you, hands shaking and squeezing at random intervals, slurred shapeless words spilling out of its mouth.

Your precum leaked into Kenjaku's surface, the brain seeming to shiver under your fingers at the new substance. "Come on Kenny, open up~" you sing-songed, running your tip down to the teeth that worked as the curses mouth. He seemed to growl and resist for a moment, but it was all for show, as the teeth parted, the tongue-like appendage sticking out.

A shiver ran through your entire body as you sank your length into his mass, a puff of air rushing out from between your lips as the wet slimey surface hugged onto your cock. The body gurgled wetly, eyes rolling back, a lewd smile on its face, matching what Kenjaku was feeling. It must have been a strange sight if anybody were to discover you here in the woods, your hips slowly working as you pushed and dragged your length in and out of Kenjaku's mouth, and through his mushy insides, splattering more brain fluid all over the both of you and the grass under you.

"you see Kenjaku... Your plans, they get in the way of my rest, you know? It's really annoying" you huff, sounding bored and mildly bothered as the body he inhabited gave a violent jolt and arch as your tip jabbed into the back of Kenjaku's mouth, or maybe rather, the back of what pocket made up his mouth and into the brain mass behind it.

You couldn't really see the face of the body he possessed, but the noises it made were wet and sloppy, and you could feel all the drool leaking into the fabric of your sweats. With a smirked huff you started working your hips faster, the slick noise of your cursed coupling ringing louder as Kenjaku moaned from both mouths, his hands digging harder into your hips. "Wouldn't it be nice to just... Come relax with me?" You hum, making sure to rub your fingers into the rest of kenjakus surface even as your hips beat against his front.

He couldn't answer, too busy holding onto you with his body, and trying to keep the sensitive soft mass that made up his body together against your cock. Normally you would just have kept going, but your hips slowed down, before you withdrew completely. It was lewd to see how shiny your shaft was as it twitched and throbbed, Kenjaku's mouth hanging open as his insides pulsed.

"Hm?" Was all you said, patting the face of the body to get an answer from him. The body's eyes were almost crossed, the tongue hanging out of its mouth as drool and tears ran down his cheeks and chin. It was truly a hot sight, one you hadn't seen before. "Y...yessshh" Kenjaku slurred after a few more pats, slurring from both mouths once more, in a morbidly hot symphony.

A soft lazy chuckle left you as you pushed your cock into Kenjaku's mass once more, releasing the energy you so rarely touched as you started rowing your hips back and forth with more speed and power than before. His body keened and arched almost right off the ground, shaking in what was a clear orgasm as he panted and sobbed wetly in what could only be pleasure.

The brain seemed to only grow wetter under your thrusts, like some pleasure triggered organ, but it wouldn't surprise you if Kenjaku possessed that ability. "Good boy, so good. Are you ready?" You huffed out, feeling that familiar tingling heat in your body. Kenjakus hands grasped tighter at your hips, a slurred noise leaving the body's lips, one you could only take as an affirmation. So with a deep huff, you buried yourself completely inside his mass, unleashing your load into the cavity you had carved.

Kenjaku and his body shuddered under your touch once more, a second orgasm crashing through the body as Kenjaku himself seemed to experience what was the closest to an orgasm that he could feel. White spurted out through different folds and crevices, joining the large puddle of fluid that had been left from your actions, but Kenjaku's noises and panting made it clear he had enjoyed it probably more than you had.

It was a bit of a struggle to pull out, mainly because his grip on your hips was so tight. Of course, you could have easily just ripped them off you, but his shuddering and whimpering was so cute you couldn't find it on yourself to do so. Instead you slowly withdrew out of Kenjaku, using your cursed energy to fix the worst of the damage you caused and to attach the top of his scalp again, sealing your spend inside not just Kenjaku but also the body he possessed.

Tucking yourself away, you could still see that he was in the throes of what was most likely his first ever true orgasm, that he himself experienced. So with a laugh you got to your feet and picked him up, letting the shivering body rest against your chest as you made your way back to your lair. You wondered if he ate, and if he did, did he like your favourite dessert? You guessed you'd have to see, what he came down from this new mind-blowing experience he was feeling.

[pfhwrittes]

john price finally lets his desperate boyfriend fuck his armpit. price doesn't lift a finger, and teases/degrades him the whole time. when he finishes, price makes him clean him up. what happens next is dealer's choice.

.... jesus christ this prompt broke my brain in the best of ways. c'mere anon, we're going to have a glorious clifftop wedding!

cw/tw: armpits, frottage/grinding, light verbal degradation, praise (“good boy”), nicknames ("pup" and "sweetheart"), sweat, reader's genitals are referred to as "cock", “clit” and "cunt", reader is wearing a binder, brief mention of throat fucking.

pairing: john price x transmasc reader

word count: 543

a/n: pre-established relationship between john and reader with bdsm elements. assume consent and boundaries have been established off screen (or not if you want a slightly dubcon bent, i’m not a cop). also, full disclosure, i received this prompt yesterday and wrote it up then. anyway, read the cw/tws and enjoy!

“that’s it sweetheart, take what you need, hm?” 

john’s voice rumbles through your desperate haze and you whine as you grind your cock against the damp hair of his underarm. it can’t be comfortable for him, laid on his back as he is with his arm extended, your knee inches from his face. but you don’t care.

you pant raggedly through your slack mouth, focusing on the way your cunt smears your sticky arousal against his arm and the way your clit throbs almost painfully against the prickle of his armpit hair. you’re so close that you’re almost brainless with your need to come. 

“please please please -” you whine, your voice cracking in your desperation. 

“what’s the matter, pup? thought you wanted this?” john chuckles meanly as he fists his own cock lazily out of view, according to the slick sounds behind you. “or do you want me to stop?”

anticipation and fear that john could take this away at any second, that he could say stop and you’d be left slick and desperate as he uses your mouth or your cunt to chase his own relief instead, pushes you over the edge as you grind your hips down a final time. 

you come with a grunt, all the air in your lungs wrung out of you as your thighs tremble. 

a brush of john’s beard against the hair on the side of your knee makes you flop gracelessly on the bed next to him. you huff noisily as you settle alongside him but he continues to recline, his arm extended so that you can see your slick wetting the hair of his underarm.

“ah, ah. where do you think you’re going, hm? gotta clean up your mess, sweetheart.” 

you blink stupidly at him, clean up your mess? huh? john pointedly looks at your mouth and then down at his arm. 

“lick it clean, pup.”

you wriggle towards him, your binder catching against the sheets, and tentatively lick his armpit. the sharp-sour taste of your own arousal mixes with the salt of his sweat. a broad palm comes up to cup the back of your head, pushing your nose further into the damp hollow. 

“clean me up properly.” the or else remains unspoken but it sends a flicker of arousal swirling through you, your cock already fattening up in anticipation. you resist the urge to hump clumsily on top of the duvet and focus your attention on cleaning up the mess you’ve made. 

“good boy. that’s it.” john moans as you lap at his underarm, chasing the remnants of your slick and his sweat greedily. slowly, john’s palm slides from the back of your head to grip at the nape of your neck, directing your head down and across his chest. 

you peek up at john through your lashes, your brow furrowing as he nudges you further down his body. 

“i said to clean me up properly, sweetheart.” 

a needy whine slips out as you realise exactly what he means. your mouth watering as you spy the thick ropes of john’s cum glittering wetly amongst the hair on his soft stomach and smeared onto his half-hard cock. 

maybe if you’re lucky after you’ve cleaned him up he’ll fuck your throat this time…

[forggywrites]

Hobie x reader who just got approved to take testosterone

Is this a self indulgent because I just got approved for testosterone? Yes. Do I care? No.

Requests are open!

CW: talk of testosterone, needles, acne, idk what else

When you tell him that you finally got an intake appointment at your local gender clinic he is so excited for you

Is with you helping you make appointments and talking on the phone for you if you need it

When the appointment actually comes he tags along (If you want)

As the doctor goes over all the effects, the timeline, etc he sits in the chair listening intently

Makes sure to note things that he might need for later

As soon as the doctor leaves you two alone after confirming your approval for testosterone he picks you up and hugs you

“I’m so happy for ya love”

Man will be just as happy as you are

“Let’s celebrate”

You two spend the rest of the day doing things you love

When taking your t for the first time he makes sure to learn exactly how to do it (in case you need help with the injections)

If you inject T he will do it for you

“Hold still love, just a pinch.”

Will give you a big kiss after every time he gives you a shot

If you’d rather do it he sits and gives you moral support

“You’re so strong love”

As you continue your testosterone journey he will help you every step of the way

Spotting? He has pads/tampons

Really sweaty? Deodorant and an extra shirt

Acne? He’s got all the products to help

He will totally encourage you to do a voice journal (this is my voice x days on t thing)

He loves his partner no matter what, and seeing you happy makes him happy

[nekrosdolly]

ftm!leon kennedy blurb

ftm!leon is nervous about taking his first testosterone shot...

cw; fluff, trans man leon kennedy, testosterone shots, gn!reader, hurt/comfort kind of, leon s Kennedy needs reassurance.

written with re2 leon in mind, but can be re4 leon as well.

leon is nervous about administering it himself. he's got the syringe ready to go and he's still nervous because he's never done this before. part of him thinks that it can't be so hard, the other is contemplating all the ways he could screw this up. you're right there to pull him out of his head, though it's not as easy as it seems.

he's stuck staring at the syringe, his breathing unsteady. his shirt pulled up, the hem tucked under his binder so it stays up, and he still can't do it. he looks to you, who puts your hand on his leg as encouragement. the injection site is already clean. all he has to do is just... insert the needle.

"you can do it, le. don't be nervous. i know it's a big step, but this will be good for you, don't you think?" you say, your voice washing over him in waves of calm. he nods and grabs a spot of pudge on his stomach between his index finger and thumb, then inserts the needle.

a small, dull, splitting pain, and then he's injecting the hormones into himself and taking the needle out with haste. you tell him how brave he is as you place a bandaid over the injection site before kissing his cheek. he caps the syringe and bottle of testosterone, the gentlest of blushes on his cheeks. the corners of his lips betray a hint of a smile.

"thank you," he says quietly, placing his head on your shoulder after he pulls his shirt back down. strong arms wrap around your middle and he pulls you closer to him, his silvery-blonde tickling the bottom of your jaw.

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

I have read and written some Sharp fanfics and it seems many of us agree on this and i think that's beautiful

[decodedlvr]

im in the mood for some strong daddy testosterone rn..

[cat-tranzer]

how it feels when you look at your jawline 6 months on t

[dios-favourite-simp]

Dio with a partner who just started testosterone (NSFW)

He's never really cared that you're trans, he finds you hot however you identify, but seeing you begin to feel more comfortable and aligned with your body is even hotter to him

He's always been the horny one between the two of you, but when the T Horny™ kicks in, he's pleasantly surprised

Dio loves how needy and horny it makes you basically all the time, when you're not hungry you're craving his touch, and when you're not doing that you're sleeping

Like usual though he loves to tease you, making you ride his fingers while he grinds his palm against your budding bottom growth

He loves hearing you beg and whine for him, heightened by your newfound sensitivity.

I need this man so bad bro

When he finally does fuck you, he pays extra attention to your hard cock, knowing how affirming it is to stroke his fingers up and down. This alone is enough to send you over the edge, grunting and whimpering in his huge hands as he's barely even gotten started

For the first few weeks all you can think about is Dio - and Dio's cock - and he's more than happy to have you melting in his grasp

(testosterone is awesome bro I can barely think about anything else, I'm hungry and sweaty but nutting has never been this good)

[syoddeye]

trans 141 is so special to me

[frameacloud]

Image description: A stock photo of a syringe sticking into a small vial, like the kind used for Testosterone. The stenciled words in the image say, "Ten years on Testosterone." Description ends.

More Than Ten Years on Testosterone - Is It Safe??

Have you ever worried about the possible long-term effects of being on Testosterone?

Well, you can relax because science has your back.

Italian researchers concluded in 2014 that “Testosterone administration in FtM subjects has a good safety profile” after finding “no significant serious adverse effects and no clinically relevant changes” in 45 FTM patients treated for at least 10 years with T.

Also notable: “Liver and kidney function tests did not show any significant changes.”

The aim of the study was to assess the effects and safety of Testosterone administration on body weight, lipid profile, hematological and bone parameters in trans men.

Source: Safety of More Than Ten Years Testosterone Administration in FTM Subjects. Cristina Meriggiola, MD, PhD, Antonietta Costantino, PhD, Carla Pelusi, MD, Martina Lambertini, MD, Alberto Bazzocchi, MD. Book of Abstracts, WPATH 2014 Biennial International Symposium.

Related Studies:

Largest Study to Date: Transgender Hormone Treatment Safe (2014)

Long-term cross-sex hormone treatment is safe in transsexual subjects. Cristina Meriggiola M, Berra M. Asian Journal of Andrology. 2012;14(6):813-814. doi:10.1038/aja.2012.89.

Also see: Myths and Misconceptions about Testosterone - FTM Guide

[pfhwrittes]

hnngghhh trans!kyle whispering the nastiest shit about how you look so fucking good taking his cock as he has you on your hands and knees on the bed

[frameacloud]

Image description: A stock photo of a smiling doctor or nurse wearing a white coat and a stethoscope. He sits at a computer desk that has anatomical posters hanging over it. Description ends.

Can a trans man on testosterone take Plan B after unprotected sex?

Image: The Gender Spectrum Collection

Someone asked us:

Can a trans man on testosterone take Plan B after unprotected sex?

Yes. A trans person can take testosterone (T) or HRT with emergency contraception. It’s best to take emergency contraception within 120 hours (5 days) after having unprotected sex for it to work best.

It’s important to know that Plan B doesn’t work as well if you weigh 155 pounds or more. And ella doesn’t work as well if you weigh 195 pounds or more. You can get a copper IUD as a form of emergency contraception. It’s the most effective type of emergency contraception if inserted within 120 hours (5 days) after having unprotected sex, and it will continue to give you pregnancy protection for up to 12 years.

Taking testosterone won’t stop you from getting pregnant, so use a form of birth control if you want to prevent pregnancy. And taking emergency contraception while on T and other hormonal birth control can affect your hormone levels, so speak with your nurse or doctor about your best birth control options. 

-Attia at Planned Parenthood

[loonfull-sonnetzz]

God FR giving me the worst period cramps RIGHT before spring break ends 🧍

[planetsage]

FHUCK MEEEE i need like semi-public sex with dom!choso he’s like on my mind 24/7 uhm

NEW PIN ! ꒰ 🪴 PUT THAT PUSSY ON ME𖧧˚⋆ʚɞ ── choso kamo 𝜗𝜚

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contains. 2k words + nsfw so, minors do not interact. f!reader, dom!cho, boxer!cho, established relationship, blood, sweat, semi public sex, locker room sex, f rec oral, a little ass eating (if you squint), spit, hair pulling, dirty talk, breeding, overstim, creampie, biting, cum eating.

all big-time boxers practice abstinence for at least a week before their fights; an age-old tradition that’s been torched down from talent to talent said to preserve testosterone, aggression, and most importantly, the drive to win.

it makes sense. not only on the physical side of things, but mentally. discipline — “if a player can’t handle a month or 20 days without having relations, then he’s not really ready to be a professional.”

although choso knew of this prior to becoming a fighter, his coach never actually brought it up to him until you were sat with big child-like eyes, pupils dilated as if trying to drink in every little detail, watching your amateur boyfriend practice for the first time.

it felt like a world of its own with choso sitting atop it on a blood-stained throne. the smell of leather and sweat suffused through the large dome-shaped gym, dull thuds and thumps of fists hitting bags, feet screeching sounding over music.

shirtless, choso’s muscles pumped and flexed as glossy sweat trickled down his temples, merging into rivulets that traced the contours of his face before dripping off his chin and down, down, down his battered body; each quick movement sent salty droplets flying, making dark, little circular marks on the mat.

his arms and core clenched, causing his thick biceps to swell, veins prominent beneath flushed skin like flowing riverbeds; his abs rippling with every rapid punch. the rigid meat of his heavy thighs bulged through black nylon shorts as he hopped around fluidly. dancing. it was truly hypnotic.

about halfway into his practice, you found yourself slightly tilting your head to the side in confusion as his coach moved to point at you.

me?

choso seemed annoyed, running a taped hand through his sweat-ridden hair. then he nodded before they both dispersed to start another round of sparring.

“he said i can’t fuck you anymore”

choso’s wet body clung tightly to your previously dry one, making a sticky connection as he squirted a stream of electrolyte-mixed water from a bottle he clutched with thick hands into his scarred mouth. his usually pink lips were a little red. swollen and plumped, making them jut out, begging to be kissed by your softer ones.

and he was exhausted, visibly. his body sagging when he practically mounted you as soon as he finished practicing, the musky, almost primal scent emitting from him filling your senses in a heady wave as he whined and pouted over his coach’s orders when you asked what had been said earlier, handing him a fresh towel.

“he went full authoritarian on me,” he roughly scrubbed his flushed face with the cloth before dragging it over and around his arms, then abs letting the cotton soak up his sweat, “said we can’t do anything … its so stupid, i’ve done research on it, y’know. it’s a myth”

he rambled on and on, his voice soaked in frustration, bringing up the hundreds of articles he scoured. the way he animatedly swung his arms around, bloodied lip, and still damp with sweat, made you giggle.

you leaned in to gently press a kiss to the corner of his lips. “hey, it’s okay,” you hummed soothingly, contrasting his outburst, “it’s only just before a fight. it can’t be that bad, right?”

and it wouldn’t be.

if choso’s feelings for you didn’t border obsession. he physically can’t go over a day without stuffing your pussy full of his gooey cum and he’d be dammed if some dumb ‘tradition’ that lacked the backing of science stopped him from fucking his pretty girl.

so here you are. embarrassingly parting your sticky folds with meek fingers, revealing your glossy pussy to eager, purpled eyes in the dim back corner of a stuffy locker room.

approximately … thirty seven minutes until choso’s fight.

after a verbal beating from his coach, he was, unwillingly, forced to abstain; forced to spend weeks on edge around you, to not so much as brush a finger against your soft skin because he’d get hard and shoot out hot cum untouched. and he was so close to being successful, too, but he swore he’d lose with how full and heavy his fat balls felt, nudging you into the locker room with empty promises of being “so quick”.

“just need ta taste my baby first,” his voice came out in a heavy whisper as he licked up the fat of your inner thighs, the cooled air of the cramped room circulating and brushing against your achy clit making you flinch, “poor thing .. you missed me too, hm? missed my mouth, pretty?”

“choso hur—”

“shh. ‘m not talkin’ ta you ‘m talkin’ ta her,” he was undividedly staring at your pussy as if trying to commit the filthy imagine of it leaking, clenching around nothing to memory before he rubbed the tip of his flushed nose against your pretty clit, nuzzling into that addictive scent he had been yearning for for what felt like decades.

that said, he was still taking his sweet time.

pressing almost petty pecks to your sensitive thighs, humming out a singsongy ‘aaahh’ before biting into them, leaving fresh pretty marks now that all the old ones have faded. fidgeting on his knees, probably bruising them as he drug his pudgy bulge against the tiled floor until he’s finally, finally moving to lick a long, slow stripe up your pussy, making your hips sputter and buck up against his face.

he’s so loud and messy.

eating you like he’s been starved because, well, technically, he has, “mmmmmm tas’ so fuckin’ good baby. missed— mmhhm havin’ you on my tongue”

cradling your clit with his puffy lips to firmly suck up and drool back out. viscous spit slips out from your pussy, leaving the bench all wet and sticky, so he pauses. because it’s rude to leave messes, shifting his attention from your sloppy hole to drag his tongue on the cold metal bench and clean it all up. the wet muscle brushing, slipping past your ass, making you yelp.

“choso please— hur— hurry. you’re gonna be late” with balled fists you push against his head, musing his inky black hair and if it had been under any other circumstances, he would’ve punished you for interrupting his meal. but he was going to be late, twenty three more minutes and god knows how many rounds it’s gonna take to empty his balls, so he lets you glide all over the thin ice.

just this once.

“fuck, baby, let me fuck that pussy from the front” choso stands up to shove his now tight shorts down to his ankles, his cock springing out, eagerly slapping against his stomach as precum dribbles onto his chest. “always cum so fast when m’ lookin’ at that pretty face”

he wraps his hand around his shaft to move and press his chubby tip against your little hole, scribbling all over it with a hum before leaning to spit a fat bubbly glob onto your needy pussy.

a pretty whine escapes you as you softly lift up your hips begging him to just slip it in, “quit actin so needy, ‘m riiighht here” dragging out his words, he sloowwwly lets his cockhead sink past your folds, whining at how fucking tight you are.

he missed his pretty pussy so much. so, so much.

“fuck, ‘s so big” it’s been a while since you’ve felt the stretch of his cock molding your walls to fit him making tears swell and clump up in your curled lashes as you fling your arms around the slope of his shoulders before you’re shoving your face into the side of his warmed neck.

but he said he needs to see that pretty face, so he’s quickly moving to grab a fist full of your hair, roughly pulling you back by your scalp as you squeal, your mouth falling open to let in and out deep shaky breaths, “look at me”

and he holds you there, forcing you to stare into his darkened eyes as he fully bottoms out to bully his plump, heavy cock up into you. giving you the messiest, most feral strokes. losing his mind in your pretty pussy, already twitching inside you, spilling out pearls of precum that kiss your spongy g spot.

you can’t even moan. just weakly whimpering out broken cries of his name, ”so— ch— cho ssso” as he drags his cock against your gooey walls, his left hand thumbing at your sensitive clit sparking big tears to slip down your cheeks, your eyes hazing over, starting to slip up .. and go back just a little revealing porcelain white, then a little mor-

“i said fuckin’ look at me”

he jerks your head around like some doll; again, forcing you to stare up at him as he knocks the wind out of you with every snap of his waist. and he looks dazed. his hair is messy, mussed, and tossed to his shoulders as sweat catches a few strands to curl up and stick to his temples. he’s almost pink, flushed with so much fever, fucking into your sloppy pussy as he growls, “theeeree you go. ‘m so close, baby— shit. want me to fill that pretty pussy, huh? want me to— fuuuckk pump you full of my cum? hm?”

but his feral growls start to turn into pretty little saccharine whimpers as he gets closer and closer, sputtering his rose-skinned hips, “yeah cho. give it to me— haaa mmm, wan’ it all. fill me up”

“you wan’ it all?” his grip on your hair grows tighter, vice-like, as he mocks your needy little tone with a breathy chuckle, “want me to fuck a baby into you, yeah? knock you up then go knock that fucker out?”

bobbing up and down dumbly, you nod, his words stringing in one ear and quickly out the other because it’s just so fuckin’ good.

he’s pulling you closer, closer, and closer to that edge he loves to dangle you over. “choso ‘m gonna—”

“i know, mama. can feel it. keep lookin’ at me. give it to me”

with a whimper of his name, your knees crash into each other, your toes curling as white-hot pleasure strikes like thick bolts of lightning behind your eyes.

choso’s pulling them back apart and you almost fall off the bench until he’s wrapping his thicker arms around your body to keep fucking into you, “thereee you goo, mhm. look so pretty like that baby” talking you through it so sweetly as if he’s not overstimulating you. rewiring your brain.

“shi— shit, baby fuckin’ milkin’ me .. gonna— ‘m gonna—”

groaning too loud, his hips stilled as he dumped the heavy buildup of cum into your more than welcoming pussy, his head slumping forward to bite into your shoulder and muffle himself.

he’s filling you up so well, shooting thick ropes into your pretty, satiny walls as he pulses and twitches inside you.

but he’s still so hard.

pulling out to wrap a hand around his cock, jerking himself off, roughly, it looks like it hurts, “stick your, haah fuck, stick your fuckin’ tongue out” griping as his chest caves in and heaves until he’s spilling more hot cum onto your pretty fucked out face.

his head falls back, his body swaying slightly as he catches his breath, his muscles relaxing with a heavy sigh until he leans back down to lick up his sticky mess, making you buzz with warmth, twitching at the feeling of his warm tongue. “hhnngg— choso you have to goo”

oh yeah.

he hums, a smile tugging at his lips against your skin before he reluctantly pulls back, moving to draw up his shorts, “almost forgot about that,” he grabs a handful of his messed hair to pull back up into his trademark buns, “i’ll be quick, baby. still got the taste of my good luck charm on my tongue”

not even an hour later, before you can completely clean yourself off and find your bearings, a deafening lion-like roar surges from the full crowd piercing through the thick walls of the locker room. your head quirks up, and then you hurriedly push through the door, almost jogging into the arena.

there he is.

in the center of it all looming over his opponent. the referee pulls up choso’s arm and again; the crowd erupts as the other poor soul winces, crimson-faced, red gloves covering their bloodied expression.

amidst it all, choso’s eyes find yours. he’s licking at the corner of his lips with a knowing smirk.

all big-time boxers practice abstinence for at least a week before their fights; all expect the biggest rising rookie choso kamo.

© planetsage 2024 all rights reserved. no part of this may be reproduced in any form.

[jayybugg]

nurse

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ghost avoids you but it's not what you think.

Warning: Slight Time Skips, Kinda Asshole Ghost?, Smut (18+), Use of Y/N, Language (?).

Word Count: 4.6K

Note: Now, I know in my master list I said that right now I would only be writing for the Slytherin Boys......but I have spiraled back into my Call of Duty, specifically Ghost. Now this is just an experiment, I don't know how this will go over but if you guys like it then maybeeee I'll post my other fandom fics that I have.

Also! This is a birthday gift for my beautiful gem, @slytherinslut0 , so everyone thank her and wish her a happy birthday. As always, @cafekitsune is on the banner.

Taskforce 141 didn’t pay any attention when they were told that they would have a new nurse on the base. They assumed it would be another male, just like everyone who got employed here.

So, only one could imagine their shock when the base’s doctor, Dr. Moscaw, introduced a pretty little thing like you to the team.

“This is Y/N. She will work under me. Your first point of contact for anything medical-wise.” Moscaw spoke, “Don’t go scaring her off, boys.”

There were grumbles and protests as Dr. Moscaw left you with the team. You cleared your throat as you gave them all a nervous smile. All their eyes were on you, surveying you almost like prey. A certain man with a skull mask being the most intense one. “Um, right. You all desperately need an annual check-up. So, whenever you all have a moment, please stop by the medical ward. I would love to update your records and meet you all.”

Before any of them could say anything, you had scurried off.

Over the next few weeks, they all came in one by one. Introducing themselves as you went through updating their records.

First came Captain Price. You liked to think that he came in to lead by example and not to get out of his mountain of paperwork. Then Kyle came in the next day. He begged you to call him “Gaz”, saying that nobody on base ever calls him Kyle.

Not long after Gaz came, Johnny waltzed into your office. He was flirty but overall friendly. Johnny, just like Gaz, begged you to call him Soap like everyone else. He was the one who referred to you as a breath of fresh air amidst the testosterone-filled air. Often, he and Gaz came to your office. They always claimed to be checking up on you, but you knew it was because they were hiding from their duties.

“Where is…. um, Ghost? Or is his name Simon? It’s two first names on this file.” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at the lack of information in his records. Soap chuckled, glancing up from his phone to you. “Ghost is the name he’s gonna give ‘ya. It’s the name that we all know him by.”

“A field name, I assume?” You asked, looking up from your computer. Gaz and Soap nodded. “Yep. His name for plenty of reasons, but that’s neither here nor there.” Gaz waved his hand dismissively.

“Well, is he going to come in for a check-up? He doesn’t have another doctor or anything listed.” You sighed. “His medical record is empty. There is nothing on here, other than his name and height. No birthday, no past medication history, nothing.”

“Of course, that’s all that’s on there. That’s all anyone knows about him.” Soap laughed. “He’s not gonna come in here for a check-up.”

“What? Why not?” You asked, closing your computer.

“Too much information.” Gaz shrugged. “Nobody knows anything about him. It’s a shocker that he even allowed his real name to be on those records.”

“So, nobody knows if this guy even goes to the doctor?” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “That’s insane.”

“Ya may be right, but that means nothing to Ghost.” Soap said.

“And insane is basically his middle name. The man does whatever he wants.” Gaz added.

“Do you think he will come in if I just ask?” You pondered to the men.

Gaz and Soap glanced at each other before shrugging. “If you bat those pretty eyelashes at any man on this base, they’ll be eating out the palm of your hand,” Soap said.

“But Ghost isn’t like the average man. He’s not easily swayed like most.” Gaz added, “But I mean, it won’t hurt to try.”

With the encouragement from Gaz and Soap to just try to ask him, you spent the next few weeks attempting to track Ghost down. Unfortunately for you, he lived up to his name very well. It was like every time you went looking for him, everyone had “just seen him.”

Eventually, you found him, by pure coincidence. You were walking to your car, getting ready to leave the base for the day when your eyes landed on a 6’4, muscular man who donned a skull balaclava. You hadn’t seen him since the day that Price had introduced you to the team. He seemed bigger and a bit more intimidating than before, but your determination outweighed your nervousness.

You walked up to him, clearing your throat. Ghost stopped fiddling with his motorcycle to drag his eyes up to your face. His eyes were dark and analytical as he scanned your face before tracing down your body. You felt self-conscious of his wondering gaze.

“Whatcha ‘ya want?” His voice was deep, his accent coming out heavier than you thought it was.

“Um, I’m the new nurse.” You squeaked out before clearing your throat.

“I know.”

“Right.” You took a deep breath. “Your medical records are empty and you’re the only one who hasn’t come in for a check-up.”

There was a brief silence between you two as you waited for him to say something, anything. When you got the hint that he wasn’t going to say anything, you decided to just push forward and ask.

“Will you come in for one? And maybe introduce yourself a little more?”

Ghost stared at you a little longer before turning back to his motorcycle. “No.”

Your eyes widened at the blatant refusal. You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Do ‘ya not know what ‘no’ means? Aren’t ‘ya educated?” Ghost grunted; his back still turned to you.

“You can’t just…. You must fill out these records somehow!”

“No, I don’t.”

You narrowed your eyes at Ghost, huffing slightly. “It’s mandatory to at least get an annual check-up.”

“So, I’ve heard. Don’t care.” He spoke again, throwing one leg over the motorcycle. He started it up, gripping the handles. His eyes focused on your face again as he revved the engine.

“But-”

Before you could even think about responding, Ghost had sped off, leaving you in the dust.

“And he just sped off?” Soap laughed. Gaz smacked his arm, giving you an apologetic look.

“Ignore Soap. He has a terrible sense of humor.” Gaz rolled his eyes. “But we told you he was hard to sway.”

“I just don’t understand why he doesn’t want to come in.” You groaned, “Maybe he just doesn’t want to get to know me?”

“It’s Ghost, you aren’t supposed to understand him.” Gaz shrugged. “But I doubt it’s you that he’s against.”

You let another groan, causing the two men to chuckle.

“Hell, Darlin’, you might just make the man nervous as hell. As you can see, we don’t have many pretty females around here.” Soap leaned back in his chair, grinning at you.

“Me? Make Ghost nervous? Please.” You raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes. Soap shrugged, “You never know, he could be.”

“You never know,” Gaz said, agreeing with Soap.

“Whatever.” You muttered, ending the conversation.

Weeks had passed and Ghost gave no sign of even considering stepping into the medical ward or trying to talk to you. He evaded you any chance he got. You told Dr. Moscaw and Price about the predicament with Ghost. Both waved it off and said, “He’s Ghost, that’s just how he is.

When your official first three months of working on the base had come around, Soap and Gaz had invited you out to the bar to celebrate.

“It’ll be everyone. Cap, Laswell, König, hell, even Ghost said he would come.” Soap smiled at you. You scoffed slightly at the revelation that Ghost was going to show his masked face at the bar. “Are we sure he’s coming for me, or rather, the drinks?” You asked, your eyes focused on the computer screen in front of you.

Gaz chuckled. “He refused to go until we said it was a celebration for you.”

“Funny that the man that evades me wants to come to my celebration.” You muttered.

“You know, he’s probably around you more than you think,” Soap said, causing you to look up at him with a raised eyebrow. Soap shrugged, continuing, “I mean, he’s known for being around without others knowing, hence the name Ghost.”

“Like he sees me, but I don’t see him?” You asked. Soap and Gaz nodded.

“Think of it like he is collecting information on you. The poor guy lives and breathes our missions and the military. It’s all he knows. It works with the idea that you make the man nervous.” Gaz said, patting your back as he and Soap filed out of your office.

Gaz’s and Soap’s words stuck to you. Maybe you had gone about approaching Ghost all wrong. He was quieter than Gaz and Soap and obviously more secretive, given the blank medical record and the mask. Maybe you should let him approach you, let him feel you out to see if you’re trustworthy or not.

When the night of the celebration rolled around, you promised yourself that you would not pester Ghost. Despite the growing need to get to know him and your nursing instincts to make sure he was healthy; you were going to let him come to you.

You walked into the bar, tugging slightly at your dress that rose from sitting in the taxi. Your black mini dress hugged your curves and had a low neckline that showed off your cleavage with your matching strappy heels. Although Soap and Gaz had to you to come dressed up, you debated calling the taxi back and going home to change. You were going to be with your co-workers, who were most likely going to be in jeans.

You sighed, pushing open the door to the bar. Your eyes snapped over to the large table in the back of the bar where all your coworkers sat. “Y/N!” Gaz yelled, jumping up from his seat. He grabbed your arm, escorting you to the table. Everyone shot you a smile, except König and Ghost, who both donned a balaclava. Although, you could tell from the crinkle in König’s eyes that he was smiling at you.

“The guest of honor is finally here.” Laswell smiled at you. “Congratulations on sticking it out at the base for three months. I must admit, I thought these boys would scare you away by now.”

“No, I’m tougher than I look.” You joked, “Plus, everyone is nice. I felt welcomed.”

Gaz and Soap gave Ghost an unmistakable side eye that you caught, and if you caught it, then everyone at the table caught it. You also didn’t miss the narrowed eyes that Ghost gave back to Gaz and Soap.

“A round of shots! For our new family member.” Price winked at you, giving you a warm smile.

That’s how the night went on, chatting and drinks getting passed around. It didn’t take you long to get buzzed. You kept true to your promise to yourself and didn’t go looking for interactions with Ghost.

However, you felt his eyes on you. It was like they never left you, always following your every movement.

It felt familiar.

Ghost stayed quiet the whole night, not cracking a chuckle at any jokes or taking part in the conversations. His eyes wandered the bar as if he was looking for any type of escape. Whenever your eyes met his, he looked away, his eyes hardening in the process.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” You said, feeling the alcohol finally run through you and back up your throat. Although everyone was too occupied with their conversations to hear you. You stumbled your way to the bathroom, pushing open the door. You wasted no time, bending over the toilet and vomiting what little contents that were in your stomach.

“I knew I should’ve eaten before….” You whispered to yourself.

“Yeah, ‘ya should have. Not very nurse of ‘ya.” A deep voice echoed behind you.

You jumped, turning around, clutching your chest as your eyes landed on Ghost. He stood behind you, arms crossed, as he leaned against the stall door.

“God, when the fuck did you get in here?” You asked, your eyes traveling down his figure. This would be the first time that you had ever seen Ghost in civilian clothes. Even on relaxed days on the base, Ghost wore full tactical gear. Tonight, he opted for a compression tee and black sweatpants, as if he was planning to go to the gym after all of this.

Which wouldn’t be surprising for Ghost.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.” Your eyes landed on his sleeve, which seemed to move as he unconsciously flexed his muscles.

“I know ‘ya didn’t.” Ghost said, offering his hand out to you. You took it gratefully, standing up to your two feet. Ghost handed you some mouthwash and gum, along with your purse.

“Didn’t want nobody shifting through ‘ya stuff.” Ghost said when he saw the look that you gave him, “Also thought ‘ya might want to touch up ‘ya make up.”

“Thank you.” You gave him a small smile. He nodded, turning on his heel to leave out the bathroom. You swigged the mouthwash around, spitting into the sink. You freshen up your makeup before popping the piece of gum in your mouth.

You made your way back to the table, sitting down when a waitress came and dropped a personal pan of pepperoni pizza in front of you with water. “Oh,” You looked up at her, “I didn’t order this.”

“One of your friends ordered it for you. Told me to bring it when you came back to your seat.” She smiled and walked away. You glanced down at the pizza with a smile. Pizza was your favorite greasy food; it matched the rumbling of your drunk stomach perfectly.

You looked up at Soap and Gaz, the only two people who would know about your guilty pleasure food. Soap was leaning against the table flirting with another waitress while Gaz made bets with Price on football games. You decided you would thank one of them later when they weren’t busy.

4 am finally rolled around, causing the night to end. Gaz had called you a cab, walking you out as everyone said their goodbyes. Ghost had already mounted his motorcycle and sped off into the night. Once Gaz got you settled in the backseat, you smiled at him. “Thanks, Gaz. Oh, and thank you for the pizza, too.”

Gaz raised his eyebrow. “What pizza?”

“The pizza you ordered me when I went to the bathroom.” You clarified.

“I didn’t order you a pizza, hell, I didn’t even know you went to the bathroom.” Gaz said before chuckling a bit with a mischievous smirk, “The only person who ordered food was Ghost.”

Before you could ask anything more, Gaz tapped the roof of the car and your taxi pulled off.

You went even longer without seeing Ghost after the bar. It was almost as if he had just disappeared into thin air. You tried to question Gaz and Soap, but they claimed they knew nothing about it. Saying that it was probably a “lucky guess” but if anything they had told you about Ghost was true, nothing he did was just a lucky guess.

You pushed all your questions to the back of your mind, as you knew you weren’t going to get any answers any time soon. You were cleaning up the office as your day was ending. 141 were out on a mission, a relatively relaxed one, so your office was quiet and easy to pack up rather than having to tell Soap to stop touching stuff every 5 minutes.

You hummed to yourself, not taking notice that your office door had swung open.

“You’re terrible at being aware of ‘ya surroundings.”

You jumped, a squeal falling from your mouth. “You have to stop doing that!”

Ghost stood at your door, in sweatpants and a hoodie. His arms crossed as he stared at you through his mask. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. You suddenly felt small like the room was closing in on you due to Ghost’s tall frame.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. Ghost’s eyes seemed to widen, as if he wasn’t sure why he was there either.

“Give me a check-up.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, glancing over at the clock. It was 7:35 pm, and the base was basically empty.

“It can’t wait til tomorrow?” You asked. Ghost took a step closer to you, “I thought you wanted to get to know me?”

“I do but-”

“Then give me the check-up.” Ghost grunted, sitting on the bench. His large frame made the normally large bench look small under him.

You sighed softly, getting out your equipment to start his check-up. You stay silent as you slip on your latex gloves after washing your hands. “So, I’m guessing something happened on the mission.”

Ghost looked over to you, his eyes coated in a small dose of confusion. “What?”

“I mean, you seemed very adamant about not getting a check-up before and now you’re here after a mission. I just assumed maybe something happened.” You clarified as you moved to check his heartbeat.

It took everything in you not to let your hands wander across his chest as you pulled away from him to turn to your computer and record the data.

“Nothing happened. Just built up some confidence.” He said, getting off the bench to stand behind you closely.

“O-oh…. confidence for what?” You took a deep breath, your eyes focusing on the computer screen.

Ghost didn’t answer your question, instead, he grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to face him. “You’re very annoying, you know that?”

“What?” Your eyes widened.

“You’re always around, smelling good. In these scrubs that hug your body tighter than any other scrubs I’ve ever seen.” Ghost muttered, “Always laughing at Soap’s stupid jokes. Always getting pizza when you know you aren’t supposed to.”

“I try to avoid you and ignore you, but you just crawl your little ass into my mind anyways. All mission…. just thinking and wondering what you’re doing.” Ghost continued.

“Is this your way of admitting that you’ve been thinking about me?” You asked.

Ghost stayed silent. His eyes stay trained on you, no words or sounds coming from him. His hand moved to take a piece of your hair and twirling it around his finger.

“Um, we should finish the check-up so we can go.” You spoke softly. Ghost ignored you, dipping his face into your neck. He took a deep breath. “God, you smell heavenly.”

“Ghost....”

“I need you.” He grumbled, “I need you all around me. I’ve learned everything I can about you and all I can think about is how I need to feel about you.”

“How I need to ruin you.”

You felt a knot in your stomach at his words, heat pooling inside you. “R-ruin me?”

“Beyond belief.” Ghost confirmed, “Give me the green light.”

You stayed silent as Ghost pushed his knee between your legs, pressing his knees gently against your core, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth. He lifted his mask to reveal his lips, pressing against your neck in soft, wet kisses. “Y/N. Answer me.”

“I….” You gasped for air, “P-please…do it.”

Ghost didn’t need to hear anything else. He lifted you easily, throwing you on the bench. He yanked your top off, groping your breast. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these since the bar. So soft and plump…” Ghost grumbled, pulling your bra down and latching his mouth to your nipple.

A small moan fell from your mouth at the actions. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he pulled away with a slight “pop”. He left a trail of kisses down your chest to your naval. He tugged down your pants, throwing them in the same direction as your top. He groaned at the sight of the wet spot in your panties.

“So wet and ready for me. Huh, love?” Ghost said, blowing softly on your clothed clit.

You whined softly, nodding your head. He slapped your thigh, his eyes looking up at you. “I want to hear use your words. Let me hear that pretty voice that has been plaguing my mind for these past few months.”

You let out a sigh as Ghost pressed the pad of his tongue to your slit through your panties, teasing you. “Yes…. I’m wet and ready for you.”

“Good fucking girl, Lovie.” Ghost chuckled, moving your panties to the side to latch his mouth to your clit. He sucked and lapped at your clit harshly, your moans becoming uncontrollable as he ate you out like a starved man. His tongue teased your slit, flicking his tongue up and down.

He gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer to him. His nose pressed against your clit, stimulating you more and more. “Oh God, fuck, Ghost.” You moaned, your hands reaching out to grip the top of his balaclava.

“That’s right. I want you moaning my name like it’s the only thing that pretty little mind knows.” Ghost muttered, slipping two fingers into you as he kept lapping up all your juices. Your thighs tightened around his face as you felt your climax coming.

Ghost groaned at the action, his cock twitching with anticipation. You tossed your head back as pleasure coursed through your body. “I’m about to cum, fuck, I’m s’close.”

Your words seem to push Ghost further into sending you over the edge. His tongue moved faster against you as his fingers matched his pace. Your mind was blanking from the orgasm that rushed over your body. Ghost pulled his fingers out slowly as he pulled away from your swollen clit. His mouth was covered in your slick as he smirked. “Taste so sweet, Angel.” He spoke.

He pushed his two fingers into your mouth, groaning at the warmth of it. You suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on them as you swirled your tongue around. “Such a good, eager girl. So happy to taste yourself on my fingers.” Ghost whispered, pushing them down your throat so he could hear your gags.

Ghost pulled away, yanking his sweatpants and boxers down. His cock sprang out, revealing its large length. It hit his abdomen; the tip leaking with pre-cum. Your eyes looked down at him, eyes widening at the sight. “My God….” You whispered.

Ghost grabbed the base of his shaft, jerking himself off slightly before pulling you to the edge of the bench and wrapping one of your legs around his waist while propping the other one on his shoulder. “I need this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock, taking every inch of me.” Ghost growled. He rubbed his tip up and down your slick, coating it in it.

“Tell me how much you want this, Lovie. How bad do you want me to fuck you?” Ghost demanded; his eyes focused on you. You let out a whiny moan, looking up at him, “Please fuck me. I want your cock so bad.”

Ghost pushed into you, filling you up slowly but surely. Ghost groaned, sinking into you until he was fully inside you. “S’fucking tight. Gonna fuck this pretty cunt until it’s molded to only take my cock.” Ghost groaned, snapping his hips forward for a forceful thrust. A guttural moan fell from your mouth, as Ghost gripped your throat with both hands, pounding into you at a ruthless pace.

“M’been dreaming of this since the day I laid eyes on your fucking application picture.” Ghost muttered, “Such a pretty fucking girl. Batting your eyelashes at everyone.”

Ghost’s hands moved down to your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. Your moans were drowned out by the loud slapping of your skin. If it wasn’t for the way that Ghost was viciously railing you, you would be concerned that someone would walk past and hear you.

“Such a fucking whore. Getting fucked in your office…. you like being railed after work? Hmm?” Ghost hissed out as you clenched around him.

“You look s’pretty being full of my cock.” Ghost muttered, leaning down to kiss and nip your neck. You whined, feeling another knot form in your stomach. You clenched around Ghost, making him groan. “M’close…. s’close…” You spoke in between moans.

“Go ahead and make a mess on my cock, baby. Cum all over this cock like the slut you are.” Ghost demanded. It didn’t take long for your legs to shake and for Ghost’s cock to be drenched in your climax. He slowed his thrusts, pulling out of you. You whimpered at the lost feeling.

“Get up, Lovie. I want to cum all in that pretty mouth of yours.” Ghost said, pulling you off the bench and to your knees. You looked up at him as he pumped himself. Slapping his cock against your lips, you opened your mouth to let him slip in.

“S’fucking warm. Fucking made to take my dick in every fucking hole you have.” Ghost muttered, his hand snaking around the back of your head to shove his dick further down your throat. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tasted all your juices that drenched his cock. Saliva trailed down your chin as Ghost thrust in and out of your mouth at an unforgiving pace. “A fucking slut you are, taking my dick so well. Fuck.” Ghost groaned as his hip stuttered slightly. His cock twitched in your mouth before ropes of cum shot down your throat.

Your eyes screwed shut as Ghost stayed deep in your throat, making sure you swallowed all his cum. He pulled out, bending down to level as you looked up at him. “So, this was going through your mind all this time.” You spoke breathlessly.

“Shocked, Lovie?” Ghost smirked, lifting you back to your feet.

“A little.” You nodded. Ghost tilted your head back to press a rough but gentle kiss to your lips. “Well, I suggest you get used to it because there will be more of that.”

“So, you made your move, huh?” Soap grinned wickedly at Ghost, who sat further down the table. Ghost’s eyes shot to Soap’s as he narrowed them at the man.

“Don’t even try to deny it, LT.” Gaz said, his eyes staying trained on his phone. “All the talk around the base is how a certain skull mask-wearing lieutenant is attached to the hip of the pretty little nurse.”

“She must’ve really made you nervous if it took you almost three months to make a move on her.” Soap teased.

“I did more than make a move on her, Sergeant.” Ghost spoke, “That pretty little nurse is now my pretty little nurse.”

Ghost smirked underneath his mask as he looked between Gaz and Soap. “So, it would do you both good to watch your hands the next to you hug her. Would hate to have to break your fingers off for wandering too far for your own good.”

Without another word, Ghost sauntered out of the meeting room, leaving Soap and Gaz dumbfounded.

“Hm, I was wondering when that boy was going to make a move.” Price hummed from his spot, “All that begging to hire her to this base and took nearly four months to even talk to her.”

“Wait, what? Ghost knew about her before she even got to base?” Gaz asked.

“Ghost was the one who pulled her application.” Price said, “Said ‘his future girl’ had applied, and I needed to get her on base.”

Gaz and Soap looked at each other before sighing. Of course, Ghost knew you before you knew him.

Because it wouldn’t be Ghost if he didn’t.