Hey there, just thinking about how the 141 + Vaqueros would react to (reader) wearing one of their big shirts, perhaps only with underwear underneath, maybe not even that. 👀 I’m not particular about the gender of (reader) insert so whatever is cool.
guess who's my fav after this 🙏 also ill def do the vaqueros in a p.2 i just have a big headache 😿 <3 enjoy fr
cw: suggestive themes 😟 , gn reader (no specified genitalia yw)
simon "ghost" riley:
☆ genuinely doesn't mean to leave his clothes around your house, he thinks that they're a bit too .. "ghost" for you
☆ that being said, he loves the ghost look on you. in general starts clinging to your waist when you have anything of his on, especially any long sleeves he has
☆ underwear on or not man is between your thighs, this is the definition of oral fixation . i don't make the rules
☆ he likes leaving marks that most can't see, but absolutely loves the marks that everyone else will see. your relationship with him may not be the most out there, but he loves having ppl know that you're somebody's and not theirs
john "soap" mactavish:
☆ actually the exact opposite of ghost, subtly leaves clothes around for you to wear. the kind of guy to hint at it too
☆ "hey haha did yk that my shirts are reallyyyy comfortable .. 👁" is ecstatic when you actually do wear his clothes, but doesn't show his excitedness until you end up in his lap
☆ this guy is literally the most waist/hip guy ive ever seen, his hands are up your shirt grabbing at anything he can. leaves small bruises from his fingers digging in a lot
☆ tries not to leave any marks that can't be hidden by the shirt, being visible is nice to him but knowing that they're in other places that people can't see is what rlly gets him
kyle "gaz" garrick:
☆ doesn't really think about you in his clothes until it actually happens, he tends to be a lot more reserved in sexual aspects unless it's actually time to do it
☆ he realizes his love for his clothes on you when it's the morning after a welcome home gift. you wearing his shirt + underwear is his favorite thing now
☆ this is the real freak within him 😿 he wraps his arms around you and tries to sweet talk you into more rounds, stares you down while you make him eat before more
☆ accidental biter, leaves bite marks all over your chest and neck when you let him under the shirt. he's lost in the sauce now
john price:
☆ i said this before and ill say it again, old man rizz ‼️‼️ he's open about a lot of things with you, including how he likes you wearing his clothes
☆ adores and borderline worships you whenever you indulge him. is instantly all over you when you're in just his shirt, even more pleased by the lack of everything else
☆ biggest tease ever though, can't help but deny any direct contact until you're either begging or about to slap that dumb hat off his head
☆ not really intense marker but biting is his thing, the occasional deep bite mark on your inner thigh or just right under your ribcage are his favorite places
→ ⋆୨୧ ;; your captain finds solidarity in your cunt you .
→ 🩰 ;; daddy price😍 (he’s a warning himself) , doggy style , smut , big d*ck energy , john and reader have a “ secret ” relationship , unprotected s*x ( make sure he wears a raincoat ) , i don’t know how to write foreplay 😖 NOR SMUT😭 , the reader’s race . skin tone . hair color/type is not specified
“that all you got gaz?” you wipe the blood running from your nose, smirking at him. “bring it.” you rush him, making him fall. he now lays on his stomach, his arms on his back which are held by you. “you gotta try harder next time, buddy.” you bend over, whispering in his ear.
“ [ name ]! get off him!” your captain shouted. the ends of your shorts rose up, your ass on full display for him. but price knew you did this on purpose. he’s been depriving you of attention so he knew you went through all of this for him to notice.
“my office, now.” price stomps out the training room, steaming practically coming from his ears. “ooo~ sounds like you’re in trouble.” gaz teases as you get off of him. “oh shut up, kyle.”
“so what’d you call me for, captain?” you cross your legs. he hates when you called him captain. “it’s john.” “but you’re my captain.” you tease. “don’t play dumb, sweetheart.” he stalks close to you. his frame towers over you, making you look small. his fingers slide in your belt loops, slowly pulling them off of you. “you didn’t have to go through all of that, doll. i was here the whole time.”
“but you said you were busy.” you playfully pout. “never too busy for you.” he take your lips on his, shimmying your shorts and panties off. your thighs were pried open. his calloused finger rubs up your slit, collecting your slick. “so wet, baby.” he takes his finger to his mouth. “so sweet.” he take his finger out his mouth, plunging it inside of you.
“god, you’re so tight.” your walls tighten around his digit, making him groan. his presses lip’s against yours, this time his tongue slipping past yours. “no teasing. i just want you, johnny.” you bite his lip. “then bend over.” he pats your thigh, pulling you off the desk.
you hold yourself by your elbows, arching your back. his tip kisses your cervix. “johnny.” his hand reaches your, intertwining with your fingers. “it’s like you’re made for me.” his eyes focus on your ass. the way it recoils with every thrust.
his hand strikes your bottom, making you whine. “sorry, honey. i couldn’t help it.” he rubs the sore spot. “i don’t think i can last long.” his hips begin to stutter. “m-me neither.” you both came in unison, him painting your inside white. your body withers under him.
then the thought comes into your mind. he didn’t wear a condom. “did you just—” he puts a hand over your mouth, “i’ll get you a pill.”
Price definitely gives you sweet pecks on the lips often. His voice a low murmur with a file in his hands, pressing his lips against yours for a moment before leaving the room to deliver the file, that type of thing.
As the captain of 141, I don’t imagine he has too much free time, so you don’t usually have time for deep kisses. That is unless it’s late at night.
Most of your kisses with him are done in his office behind closed doors; Price doesn’t really like PDA with kissing. He’s up late, completing some paperwork and you enter his office. He looks at you with tired eyes, a pen in his hand and a paper in the other, more papers strewn about on his desk.
He loves these late night kisses. The way your lips slowly press against his, gently working together to deepen the kiss. He always groans and cups the back of your head like you’ll pull away and take away this heaven.
He is a forehead kiss advocate ™. This man loves kissing your forehead or temple if he has to be on his way.
Price doesn’t get to have you alone too often, but when he does—and he knows no one will walk in—he loves to kiss you a bit roughly. A nip on your bottom lip, a low groan leaving him when you slip your tongue into his mouth; he can never get enough. Even when you complain about his beard scratching you, he doesn’t pay any mind.
You always know when he’s not having a good day, even if he doesn’t say it verbally. He gives you more soft kisses than usual. You don’t say anything, nor point it out; you let him work it out the way you know he needs to, and that’s to love on you.
need to ramble about königs super hot hands and how hes just a whole oven i j know hes a cutie patootie cuddle buddy
königs has warm hands. not like normal hands tho, like burning hot, like hes constantly about to explode from internal heat. sometimes you worry if hes sick, but you soon realize thats just how he is. you soon realize that everything about him is like that, his clothes are always warmer, like they were taken fresh (off of him) out of the dryer, his hands always left a warm trace on your counter top, on your wrists, on your cheeks, and on your lips every time he kissed you. you adored his body heat, curling up into his far oversized body as his knees pulled up higher than average on the average couch. he was curious about you, your strange fascination with his hands, your constant whining whenever he pulled away, even for a moment, that it was cold without him. he never thought of himself as too hot, let alone anywhere near enought to act like rising bread underneath his arm as you lied together. more accurately, könig cherished your kitten face as you snuggled his arm, as you loved and craved him so much, for his presence, his touch, his warmth.
so könig never minded how you always held his hand. because he was infatuated with your infatuation with him.
idk i feel like he would be a travel size heating pad [hes literally forty times the size of my heating pad]
Summary: You meet a peculiar man at your favourite bookstore and after talking to him a little bit, you wonder if you´ll ever see him again
Part 2 here Part 3 here
Word count: 2.538
Warnings: bit awkward, lots of fluff, German speaking, light cursing, pining König, military talk
Authors note: Yes, I am one of those who believe that König is a ginger, freckled, mighty sweetheart. (I was trying to find this amazing fanart I saw of him that basically started this fic, but I can´t find it again!! I´m sad; It´s so good) Only slightly awkward but he knows how to let someone know he´s interessted. He´ll only unleash the beast on the battlefield, that´s it. I will die on this hill!! Social anxiety, yes. But he´s not completely incapable of interacting with a person<3
Happily you skipped through the door of your favourite little bookstore. Bell chiming over your head, you saw the owners head appear from underneath the counter, instantly smiling at you.
“I just put them on the shelve,” she winked at you. “Shelve 12, row 10.” Rushing by her you squealed a thank you in her direction and hurried into the back of the store. You had been waiting for this book for ages. When you found out your favourite author was releasing a new book after almost 6 years of abstinence, you immediately let Lucy the owner know. This morning she called you excitedly, telling you the book finally arrived.
You made your way over to the back of the store. It was packed with ceiling high shelves, little tables and armchairs scattered across the room, most of them in front of the three large windows. You loved spending your time in this controlled area of chaotic furniture choices, colours and smells of coffee, old and new books and slightly dusty air.
Usually you favoured this establishment not just because of the atmosphere and Lucy´s motherly warm nature but also because most of the time, it was pleasantly empty and quiet. Quiet it was this time as well but you couldn´t help but notice the man sitting in one of the armchairs in front of the windows. A huge volume in his hands, his face almost buried in it. Something about the way he was sitting seemed odd to you. Not being able to put your finger on what it was exactly you shrugged mentally and made a beeline towards shelve 12.
Grumbling a little you remembered the row number Lucy gave you. 10. Great, you thought. You didn´t have to hide them that well so I could be the first one to get a copy, Lucy. Craning your neck you looked for the bright red and silver book back you knew your newest little treasure would have. There! You grinned and hopped a little as you whipped your head around the room, looking for the step ladder you knew Lucy kept here somewhere. Not being able to find it immediately your impatience took over. With a little grunt you began pushing one of the armchairs towards the shelve. “Damn it, Lucy. Why do you have such an obsession with antient furniture?” You cursed quietly under your breath. “So heavy!”
“You need help with that, Miss?” A quiet voice asked behind you. You whipped around and saw that the man you noticed before had lowered the picture book and was looking at you curiously and maybe a little amused. You weren´t that short but it was undeniable that you wouldn’t be able to reach your object of desire unless you managed to move the heavy chair. Grinning a bit flustered you stopped pushing the piece of furniture and sheepishly you answered. “If you wouldn´t mind. This chair is really heavy. I don´t know where Lucy put the ladder and without it, these books up there are out of reach.”
The man’s eyes twinkled for a second as his gaze fluttered upwards towards the last row. “Not necessarily” he said with a friendly, tight lipped smile. The next moment you found out why you thought his sitting looked so odd in the plush chair. He bent his knees to get up and they definitely rose above the angle of his hips. You tried not to stare, really, you did, as the man rose, rose and rose higher and higher until a massive body unfolded from the chair, standing, stretching for a second and then slumping in on itself almost comically. His shoulders hunched and head slightly bent downwards he made his way over to you, observing your reaction with a careful glance. You understood why immediately. 6´10. That was your best guess. With a warm feeling in your belly you noticed that he was trying to make himself smaller.
Don’t comment on his height, don’t comment on his height, you thought and tried to school your features. He´s probably heard it all! He seemed to appreciate your silence and little smile.
As he stood next to you, you noticed that your head didn´t even reach shoulder. He was looking at the books at the highest point and you got the chance to observe him a little closer. His hair was a fascinating colour. A rich auburn glow leaning heavily towards red. He had tied it into a low bun at the base of his neck. Little whisps of it escaping and curling against his temple and forehead. Fascinated you saw that his eyebrows and even his long lashes were the same shade. They framed slightly droopy eyes the colour of…Blue? Green? You couldn’t really tell from your angle. His nose was long and slightly curved, accentuating a full upper lip and a strong, stubbled jaw. He had an almost regal look to him. That was if he didn’t stand there slouching.
You hadn’t realized while appreciating his features that he had slightly turned his face towards you. Smiling shily he quirked an eyebrow, seemingly waiting for one of the comments he was definitely used to. When he realized you weren´t going to comment his smile stretched into a boyish grin you just had to reciprocate. Doing that you quickly noticed two more things about him. His canines stood out sharper than you had ever seen on a person, giving him a bit of a wolfish look that for some reason made you heart stutter in your chest. The other thing was a faint white scar reaching from his plump upper lip up to his nostril. You recognised the scar of an early on fixed cleft lip and knew that they tended to pull the lip slightly upward on one side. In his case though, especially when he grinned like that it wasn’t that noticeable. It gave him character.
He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly and snapped you out of your little stupor. Catching his eyes you saw how an adorable dust of pink covered his cheeks and the tips of his ears, making the scattering of freckles around his nose even more enticing. Stop. Staring. At. Him.
He nodded his head towards the books and reached out one of his surprisingly bulgy arms. A long finger tapped the back of a black and grey one. Looking down at you questioningly and not saying a word he quirked an eyebrow. Biting your tongue and smiling mischievously you shook your head. He nodded and studied the books again, his finger gliding over the spines of them. Halting again at a brown, faux leather bound massive copy, he again gave you a quick questioning look. This time however with a playful smirk pulling on the corner of his mouth. Liking his little game more and more you crossed your hands behind your back and began to lean back and forth on your heels, again shaking your head. He hummed and huffed in mock annoyance making you honest to god, giggle. You weren’t the giggling type! What the hell was going on?!
You had already realised that he wasn’t a man of many words so you played along for another two attempts of his until he finally tapped on the spine of your desired book (he damn well knew which one you wanted from the start). You nodded excitedly and he chuckled deep in his throat awakening goosebumps all over your arms as a result. He pulled the book out and slowly handed it to you. You took it in your hands carefully and full of awe, eyes sparkling as you brushed your fingers over the name of your favourite story teller. “Thank you very much” you breathed and gave him a brilliant smile. Again the tips of his ears went bright red but his voice was strong when he said “No worries. Happy to help you.” Only now you noticed the slight accent. Interesting, you thought.
Pressing the book happily to your chest you looked up into his face. “I see you like medieval blacksmithing” you said and pointed to the huge book that he left on one of the tables. He stood a little more erect and nodded his head quickly. “Yes” he said excitedly as you both walked over to the pair of soft chairs. “It´s so fascinating. Hardly believable what they accomplished without modern technology. Beautiful craftsmanship too. Look here”, he opened the book and pointed at the depiction of a beautiful Viking sword. His enthusiasm warmed your body and something in your chest began to pull yourself towards him. Without realising it, you both had sat down next to each other, the huge volume in the middle. Turning page after page, he showed you many more fascinating facts and pictures, all the while talking animatedly.
It seemed like you had to revoke your statement from before. He was a talker. Once he was comfortable.
Time seemed to stand still. From time to time you glanced at him as he spoke softly about different types of iron compositions. Although his height was intimidating, he was far from that. At least here with you. You guessed he was in his late twenties or maybe early thirties. When he showed you a particular picture he moved the book closer, leaning over the arm of the chair closer to you.
He smelled divine. Musky, yet sweet. Earthy and somehow crisp. A serene scene developed behind your eyes. An early spring morning, wet with dew clinging to sweet smelling crocuses. Only the heavy fog wafting over the ground an indication that winter was still holding on. And while you looked at his profile your skin erupted in pleasant chills as you imagined the first clear rays of sunshine breaking through said fog, illuminating the delicate process of nature’s awakening.
It was like his presence and voice opened the floodgates of your own imagination. You felt yourself becoming helplessly attracted to him. The pull in your chest becoming stronger by the minute.
Suddenly you weren’t looking at his profile anymore. He had turned his head, looking into your eyes. Silence spread between you. A comfortable one. Enamoured you tried to figure out the colour of his eyes. Blue, you noticed. With a hint of green. Seafoam. Or maybe not? Jade green with a dusting of light blue. Maybe that was it. You found it impossible to look away. And so did he. His gaze was on you. Your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your eyes again. They looked curious and gentle.
None of you realised how much you had leaned into each other. With your noses almost touching, a blaring alarm suddenly made both of you jump back into your seats, hearts hammering wildly. Almost panicked he fished through the pockets of his jeans until he pulled out his phone.
His eyes went comically wide and in a flurry of powerful limbs he clambered upright. “Oh verdammt, verdammt” (damn)he cursed as he pulled a worn leather jacket over his broad shoulders. Your heart fluttering when you recognized the words. “I´m so sorry. I´m terribly late. I have to go.” You felt your stomach drop in a weird way. Walking towards the front door he gave you an almost pained look full of hesitation. You stood there almost as helpless, not wanting him to leave.
“Wie ist dein Name?” (What´s your name?) you asked a little hesitant. His jaw went slack and he gave you a look of surprise and pure adoration before showing you his lovable canines again in a grin and answered. “Du kannst König zu mir sagen, Maus.” (You can call me König, mouse)
You gave him another beautiful smile, touched your chest and gave him your own name. He rolled it around on his tongue and you were sure he could see the tremor in your hands. Your face felt like it was on fire, your knees weak. With a lift of his hand and a small wave he opened the door to the store and turned around one last time. “Ich hoffe wir sehen uns wieder, ___ -Maus.” (I hope we´ll see each other again, ___- mouse)
True to the little nickname he gave you, you squeaked beyond flustered but nodded your head enthusiastically. His eyes blitzed happily and then he turned and began jogging down the street in a hurry.
Your mind an absolute mess and head swirling you turned towards the counter and swallowed.
One elbow parched onto the wood, her head leaned into her hand, Lucy tapped the acrylic nails of her other hand slowly on the counter giving you the most shit eating grin you had ever seen on her.
“Don´t” you said with a sigh. She blew a disbelieving raspberry and started laughing. “Are you kidding me?! Of course I will!! What in the shit was that!? Since when do you speak German and who´s horse was that?!?!?! My sweet child, you two were so into each other you didn’t even notice me over here!” Her wide brown eyes stared you down while you tried to hide your flustered expression.
Walking over to her you leaned over the counter and lay your head on it. Lucy still tried to control her giggles. “I don´t know, okey? He was just…he got my book off the shelve and then…medieval blacksmithing…Grin...EYES!” you groaned out almost exasperatedly.
“Oh deary, I noticed. You were back there for almost two hours. I thought for a moment you ditched me without paying.” You stood up straight again and gave her an unamused look. “You know I´d never do that.” Lucy nodded good naturedly. “Of course I do but seriously, how is it you speak German?”
“I don’t speak that much, honestly. Most of it is self-taught. I just…like it” you shrugged. “Well, HE obviously did too” Lucy winked, her impossibly white teeth shining. You groaned again but couldn’t hide the massive grin.
“You need to come into the shop every day now in case he comes back” your friend said while pouring you a cup of coffee.
With a huff your heart sank again. “I can´t,” you said in a small voice. “I don´t have any more vacation days this year and they really need me on base.”
Lucy tutted and looked a bit miffed. “You know, one would think that a military base would have more than one chief mechanic for their helis and shit.” You snorted at her offended tone and your heart grew several sizes for your friend.
“Tell you what” she said in a determined voice. “Next time he comes in, I´ll give him your number. NO buts!” she held her finger in your face and swirled it, crunching up her adorable button nose. “It´s not like he´s easy to overlook.”
You grinned and nodded your head in defeat. It wasn’t like you didn’t want him to have your number. Of course you did. But with all your duties on base, you didn’t know if you would have the chance to give it to him personally. So you just hoped that the man named König would somehow stumble into your life again. As adorably as he did this afternoon.
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A/n: Hope y’all like this and enjoy my fellow whores! ❤️
Ghost joined you on a golf course for a date. He really didn’t like being in public with lots of people so golfing out in nature and the windy serene nature was just perfect. Ghost wore a skin tight polo with jeans and you wore a tight polo shirt with a flowy tennis skirt that hugged you in all the right places. On the way to the golf course Ghost would peek glances at you while he drives trying not to make it obvious. While you were walking to yalls spot to golf,Ghost was behind you holding the equipment.
Ghost was eye fucking you the whole time as your hips swayed and the breeze of wind making your skirt flow up revealing your underside. He noticed you were only wearing panties. He was gonna make sure it didn’t happen again. As y’all placed the things down, you and Ghost start setting up and getting yalls things out. Once everything was done Ghost was in position to hit the ball and with a strong swing he hit the ball and sadly didn’t make it in. With a hand to his forehead trying to get a view of where it landed he looked back at you smiling and betting him that you could do better. He chuckled and passed you the golf club.
He never broke eye contact as he saw you bend down to place the ball onto the golf tee. He got a small peak of the curve of your ass and he swallowed deeply and kept his sensuous gaze. You moved back and started getting into position. Your hips swayed back and forth as Ghost was behind you just watching your skirt dance with the gust of wind. With one strong swing you hit the golf ball and made it into the cup whole. You cheered up and down as you won the bet with Ghost at being better at golf than him.
He looked at you in the most deadpan face and couldn’t decide whether he was frustrated that you managed to beat him or how hot you looked when he saw you smile and laugh contagiously. You then walked up to him and asked if he wanted you to show him how to make it in. He nodded and then followed back behind you making sure he paid attention to the words you were saying which was difficult by your choice of wardrobe. You held the golf club and you made him hug you from behind so he can see the form in which he had to be in to get a good swing.
Ghost had his chest to your back and he could feel how hard you were rubbing against him. His erection was getting bigger by the second as you were innocently showing him the way to golfing. Ghost was having a panic attack because he couldn’t keep his composure while near you. “Keep your head down and spread your legs a bit more.” You said as you pushed yourself onto him to show him how much to bend over.
Ghost blushed as he tried to keep himself controlled. You again pushed back into him as you demonstrated the swinging technique you used to make it in. After you were finished demonstrating you turned around and gave him a sweet smile and passed him the golf club. “Make sure to grip it softly and stroke it smooth and you’ll sink it right in the hole.”
Ghost loosely grabbed the club and he did exactly what he did last time. He didn’t even listen to a word you said besides those carnal innuendos. Ghost swung the ball the best he could from the nervousness. As you were both looking in the distance and following the direction of the ball you both noticed that the ball was gone. The ball was nowhere to be seen. Ghost looked back at you and you gave him a shit eating grin. That was his last straw. He was gonna fix your attitude and use that stupid grin of yours and put it to good use.
You both picked up the things and walked your way towards the restrooms for a bathroom break. Ghost kept walking behind you until he walked inside the ladies bathroom with you and shut the door behind him. “Simon you can’t come in here it’s ladies only?!” “ No love I’ve been patient with you and plus it’s a real quiet morning and not a lot of people anyways.” “I’m gonna fuck you till the people out in the fields are hearing you scream my name.” “Get on your knees love.”
You comply as Ghost is fumbling with his belt trying to let out his erection. You stare at him and wait patiently as you have been eyeing him while playing golf. His shirt outlined and defined his muscled physique. Ghost takes out his cock and holds his heavy cock on his left hand pumping it up and down slowly. With his right hand he’s grabbing a fistful of your ponytail and wrapping it around his large hands.
“Be a good girl f’me and open wide princess.” You open your mouth and let him use you how he wanted to. He began thrusting his hips slowly and use your hair to guide you down his shaft. He kept a steady pace and watched you from on top struggling and watching your eyes glisten with tears. He pulled you off him for a breather. “Princess I know it’s a lot but I know you can take it sweetheart.” He shoves his cock back into your mouth again with a much faster pace now.
The sounds of gagging and heavy gruff moans from Ghost fill the room. “F-fuck come on love I’m almost there.” His cock hitting the back of your throat even harder as his body is starting to tense up. You held his thighs for support and they were rock hard. He was about to climax. As drool started to fall on your shirt and his groans we’re getting even louder he thrusts one final time. He spurts heavy and hot strings of cum down your throat. He shoves his cock one more time deeper into your throat to make sure you swallow all of his cum.
He grabs your hair and pulls you off him. You gasp for air and he sees your tears run all the way down your face and lips swollen glazed with his cum. He uses his thumb and glides it on your lips to collect the cum on your lips and he shoves his thumb into your mouth to suck it clean. As you were both catching from yalls breath Ghost picks you up and sits you down on the countertop of the sinks.
He forces your legs open and watches how your panties are soaked now by your arousal. “Only panties f’me, you wanted me to fuck you didn’t you my love?” “Yes Simon please!!” With that Ghost moves your panties to the side and slid his cock inside you. “Ahh fuck Simon your too big!” “But love,who was the pretty cockwhore who decided to wear this to the date?” “And if you laughed at me for not making it in the hole out there, I want you laughing when I stuff your hole and pound you till you can’t fucking laugh anymore.”
Ghost thrusted into you getting you used to his size. You hissed from the way his cock expanded your cunt like nothing else could. His thrusts we’re getting faster and faster by the second. Ghost wasn’t gonna be patient with you. Not after you decided to tease him and make fun of his golfing skills. He kept ramming his cock into you as he groaned and moaned in your ear. Hearing a hint of whimpering as he kisses and sucks hickeys into your neck. You thought this was gonna be a fun and innocent date but I guess you both had a different definition of fun.
He kept pounding into you at a rougher pace and kissed you roughly and trying to get rid of that stupid grin you gave him earlier. “FUCK SIMON!!!” “IM GONNA CUM PLEASE MAKE ME CUM NOW!” He ignored your remark because this was punishment for tempting him and being coquettish towards him during the car ride. He kept fucking you with even more force since he almost felt his orgasm coming. “S-SIMON FUCK!!!” With a few more pounding thrusts Ghost came inside you again with a gruff groan and left your cunt overflowing with his freshly pumped cum.
You fell back onto the mirror behind you and Ghost rested his face between your breasts. You both hyperventilate and get off yalls high, Ghost picks himself up off you and kisses you again but more sensually. He might have gone too rough on you since it’s been awhile. As he breaks the kiss he sees you give him another shit eating grin but as a bliss of satisfaction. He smiles with you again and moves your panties back where they supposed to be to keep his cum from falling out.
He grabs you and places you off off the countertop and he helps you readjust your skirt and your hair. He waits till your ready and he kisses you again sensually. “I’m sorry if I ruined the date babe.” “No love you didn’t, just know what your getting yourself into when you think about wearing that again f’me love.” You give him a cheeky smile and giggle. You hold hands with Ghost as y’all are about to leave. “Hey love, do you think they heard your screams?” “Yeah I think they did, I can hear police sirens. They must’ve thought someone was getting murdered in here.”
Warnings: dub/non- con, serious power imbalance, gun sucking, gun fucking, unprotected sex, forced breeding, mentions of pregnancy, fuck or die situation, mentions of injury, gross Graves, Graves flirting
Note: This takes place during the Alone mission. C/S = call sign.
This is pure filth and I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THIS! Practice safe sex! 💚
“Well look what we have here…” the attractive southern twang of Graves voice was unmistakable as you herd approaching footsteps.
You took a deep shaky breath, pushing yourself further back into the wall while cradling your injured shoulder. You look up to find Graves towering over you, hand gun firmly held and aimed towards you.
“Fuck you Graves.” You spat, tone dripping in venom.
He looked at your with a quirked brow, “I expected more respect from you C/S..” he said as he took a few steps forward. “I thought you and I had a little thing going~. Thought you’d run away with me~“ he smiled handsomely.
You glared at him, “I’d rather you shoot me in the head.”
“Oh ho ho, spicy one you are, very well then. Guess I’ll just kill y’a.” He said before pulling out a knife, “I’ll make sure to take my time..” he took a step forward.
You coward further into the wall, you really wanted to hate Graves, but part of you still held on to all the longing gazes, the flirty banter, the subtle touches. But you valued you life a lot more that whatever kind of relationship you and Graves had.
Noticing your panic Graves smirked, “Not up for it now, sugar?”
You shot him a glare, he only chuckled before kneeling in front of you.
“I could never dream of killing such a sweet lookin thing like you~” he smirked at you, looking you over pervertedly, “You want to live don’t you C/S?”
You nodded silently at his question.
“Then your going to be a good girl and let me take off all of what’s covering up that pretty body of yours~” he slid the knife back into its rightful place.
You nodded slightly, the guilt and shame already washing over you but mixed with the slight arousal flickering to life inside the pit of your tummy.
He started by taking off your reflective goggles and mask, he took a moment to stroke your cheek, “Knew you were pretty under all this~” he licked his lips before tossing the items to the side.
He continued to take off all your gear and clothes. At long last he took your striped boxers the last piece of clothes off your body, carelessly throwing it to the side before looking over your now naked body.
He wolf whistled, “Look at you..~ such gorgeous body~” he forced your legs open with his own.
Still clutching your poorly bandaged shoulder, you had no strength nor wanted to put up a fight against him. Your legs graciously fell open.
“Fuck.. look at that pretty cunt..~” Graves licked his lips.
You glared daggers into his soul but blushed non the less.
“Don’t look at me like that, sugar~” he smirked before pulling out his gun again.
You watched, glancing up at him suspiciously.
“Now Sargent.. I want you to be a good girl and open you pretty mouth~” he put the gun right at your lips, “and I’m not afraid to shoot.” He warned.
With a glare you opened your mouth and let Graves push his gun into your mouth.
“Atta girl~” he praised making your Pusey flutter at the praise.
You sucked on the gun obediently, gagging softly when Graves thrusts it a bit to far down your throat.
After a few minutes he pulled the gun out of your mouth, the weapon was dripping with your saliva. The after taste of metal lingered in your mouth as you watched him trail the slick gun down your bare torso, all the way down to your wet cunt.
“Graves.” You said as your squirmed to get away.
“Ah, ah, ah..” He warned, “Stay fucking still.” He spat.
He pressed the gun to your clit, moving it in gentle circles sending sparks of pleasure up you spine before trailing it farther down to your opening. He shoved the gun inside you with ease thanks to your spit and slight wetness. You gasped in horror and in shock at the intrusion. He started rubbing your clit while thrusting his gun in and out of your pussy making you moan softly.
The sensation of his gun rubbing against your inner walls was strange and uncomfortable but it was overshadowed by the pleasure building up inside of you thanks to the stimulation on your clit. Graves kissed you sloppily, sucking and nibbling at you bottom lip. You could only mewl and whimper into his mouth.
You came with a loud sob of pleasure, glaring at Graves with tear filled eyes while tears cascaded down you cheeks. You were utterly ashamed that you enjoyed your orgasm.
“There you go, Sugar~ didn’t that feel fucking amazing~” Graves purred stroking away your tears while pulling out the gun from your pussy and shoving it into your mouth again.
He made you clean all your juices from the gun before putting it away in its holster on his belt which he was now unbuckling.
He crawled over you, sucking and kissing your neck and face while rubbing his hard cock in between your slick folds. Your cunt fluttered still recovering from your orgasm.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me C/S~” Graves purred as he played with your tits.
He slid his cock inside you, eliciting a sharp gasp which he silenced by kissing your lips. He was much bigger than you expected, and stretched your cunt deliciously.
“Fuck sugar~ you feel so fucking amazing~” Graves said as he started to thrust inside you.
You blushed completely and utterly embarrassed and flustered by his comment and the obscene noises your slick cunt was making.
His slow thrusts quickly morphed into fast and hard thrust that repeatedly bruised your cervix. Tears continued to run down your cheeks from both pleasure and shame.
“Fuck baby~” he groaned, “M’gonna fucking breed y’a~ gonna give you a sweet baby boy~” his cock twitched inside of you, “no.. I’m gonna give you fucking twins~ two sweet little baby boys~ fuck yeah~” he said as he sighed in pleasure.
Grave’s comments made you pussy tighten around his cock. He let out a soft hiss before pressing your legs to your chest to continue pounding into you.
He rubbed quick circles of your clit, not bothered to be gentle, only wanting you to cream his cock.
When you climaxed you moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders tightly as you pussy squeezed around his cock.
“Fuuuck!~ m’cumming~” he groaned thrusting into you deeply before he flooded your insides with his seed.
The warmth that spread inside you made you let out a soft noise of pleasure.
You and Graves went for two more rounds before he left you in the crumbling home, naked, leaking cum and feeling utterly ashamed and filthy.
You weakly and slowly put on you clothes, you hissed in pain as you moved your shoulder.
Suddenly your radio buzzed, “Ghost to C/S how copy?” Ghost’s gravely voice echoed in the silence.
You grabbed the device with a shaky hand.
“C/S to Ghost… I-“ You tried to speak but something inside you wouldn’t allow you, to ashamed to admit what you had just done.
“C/S are you alright?” Ghost asked.
“No..” you sobbed, “Graves- he.. fuck.. he.” You couldn’t get any words out but it seemed Ghost had picked up on what you were trying to communicate.
“Can you still get to the church C/S?” He asked
“Negative lieutenant.. my shoulder is injured and I can’t.. walk..” You respond wiping your tears frantically.
“I’m leaving the church right now C/S sit tight. Where are you?” He said before informing soap to stop heading for the church.
“I’m in the house beside the coffee shop..” you muttered as you put your mask and goggles back on.
“Copy that. Sit tight.” He said before your radio went silent.
You stuff the radio back in its pocket on your vest and sit on the floor. Letting your thoughts consume you…
