Mine Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader

Mine — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Art by @ave661!

Synopsis: knowing he couldn't provide you with the life you wanted, Simon breaks things off with you. Two years later, you come back to base with a baby that isn't his.

Content: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, established relationships, breeding, erotic lactation, romantic love making, praising. No beta we die like Roach.

Ghost always knew his lifestyle would forever be considered out of the norm. A soldier who risks his life every single mission, a man who has built an entire plethora of enemies in multiple countries should never even bother settling down, yet why does it hurt to bad to see you come back to base with a baby that isn't his? It was his idea to break up— not wanting to destroy your dreams of wanting a family in a gated community, even when you reassured him living together as soldiers wouldn't be an issue at all.

"Say 'hi, Simon'." You tell the baby you're carrying, the tiny thing wearing a bear onesie is looking up at Simon, pure curiosity in her eyes. She simply babbles, short arms reaching out to touch his skull mask. To your surprise and to his heart break, he leans down so your daughter can play with the hard plate of the mask, not worried at all about her breaking it.

"She looks like you." He said with a choked voice, trying his best to sound calm. He doesn't even dare look at you, his gaze focused on the tiny girl you're holding.

"Dada!" She babbles out while touching his mask and Simon's eyes immediately go towards you, soul almost leaving his body in fear of seeing disgust on your face, yet all he sees is a bashful smile adorning your pretty features. He holds in his breath, eyebrows furrowed under the balaclava as he waits for your response.

"Astrid, that's—" You begin and she interrupts, one of her tiny hands barely being able to hold one of his big skull gloved fingers. "Dada!" She insists, louder this time. There's only 3 words the little girl can say including 'Dada', so you're not all that concerned about her seeing him that way.

"Sorry, she—" You get interrupted once again, this time by Simon.

"It's okay." If being delusional and pretending this tiny thing is his daughter helps him deal with the heartbreak making his chest hurt, he doesn't mind. The girl clings to Simon's neck and you lean closer, giving her a questioning look. She never liked being held by anyone but you, often crying whenever friends tried to hold her.

"This might sound strange, but..." His gaze shifted from you to the child, heart melting at the little girl holding onto the neck of his jacket for dear life.

"Can I hold her?" His voice was hoarse, hands almost shaking from all the emotions that hit him at once.

"Of course." Your warm smile reassured him, gently passing him the baby. He supported the back of her head with his hand, easily dwarfing her entire skull, yet being so delicate with his touch you could swear he thinks your daughter is made of glass.

Simon felt light headed as the little girl was slipped into his arms, fitting perfectly in his hands. His eyes lit up when he looked down and saw her soft, chubby fingers wrap around the chain of his dog tags, a small smile forming under the balaclava. He brought her close and cradled her, heart thundering in his chest at holding this lovely girl you created.

"Dada." She pointed at him with her finger, looking back at you as she squeezed his chain with her free hand. You could swear you saw one of his eyebrows lifting in amusement under the mask, the same cocky look you know too well.

"Maybe she wants me to be her daddy." He teased you, cradling the baby delicately in his strong arms, shielding her from any danger. He was instantly smitten the second he saw her, content to have your permission to hold her even after all you both went through.

"Don't be so smug about it, bastard." You playfully roll your eyes, leaning your head on his shoulder to give your little girl a kiss on the forehead, her hand holding onto your hair softly the same way you managed to teach her after one too many times of having your hair pulled by the tiny creature.

"Mama." She attempted to pet your hair the same you taught her how to pet a cat, albeit her tiny limbs moved much sloppier and with surprising strength.

"I think it's sweet." He said with a cheeky smirk, the pain in his chest going away more and more the longer he held your daughter. He was secretly hoping to get a reaction out of you after almost two years of not being able to tease you.

"You can tell her no all you want, but if she wants a dada, she's got one." As if to prove his point, he pointed with his eyes to the girl in his arms, the child reaching out towards Ghost with a giggle. His fingers tickled the baby gently, making her laugh even more. You look between Simon and the baby, a fond smile on your lips when you see just how easily they get along, the pupils in his brown eyes fully dilated as he looks down at her.

"Look at her." Ghost spoke softly, one of his skull gloved fingers running down the length of her short hair.

"She looks like an angel." He looked down at the child with nothing short of raw adoration, gaze drifting back to you, taking in the sweet moment of your body leaning against his while you both fawn over the infant. You hesitantly move away from his shoulder after a few seconds and he gives you a questioning side eye.

"I've got a meeting with Price, let me—" You reach out for your baby and he looks down at you, gaze softening.

"I can babysit for you." He offers with a hopeful look in his eyes. How can you deny anything to this man when he's holding your little girl as if he would die for her no questions asked? When those big brown eyes are looking down at you, the moisture in them clear as day? You nod your head, offering a warm smile as you give your baby one last kiss in the cheek, accidentally tickling her and making her giggle even more.

"There's a few baby bottles in the fridge, just run them over hot water for a few seconds until it's warm— but not too warm." He nods his head as you give him instructions on how to take care of the baby, listening intently. He doesn't have the heart to tell you he knows how to take care of a child— he babysat his former nephew many, many times before. He doesn't even realize he dissociated until you gently pat his shoulder, walking to Price's office.

"You and me, yeah?" He asks your baby who simply giggles in return, tiny hands going back to play with the hard plate of his skull mask.

The meeting took much longer than expected, catching up with Price and talking about your possible return to the 141. It isn't until three hours later that you go back to your quarters, heart in your throat when you turn on the lights.

Ghost is laying on your bed, civilian clothes on with a hoodie covering half of his upper face, your baby safely secured on his chest. You don't have the heart to wake them up, instead grabbing your phone and snapping a quick picture, making sure not a single feature of his face is seen for his own safety and privacy.

The change of lighting slowly wakes him up, offering you a tired smile before his eyes close again once he realizes it's just you. You take off your boots and turn off the light, sneaking into bed with your lovely baby and... your ex.

It feels too natural to even think much about it, one of his arms instantly wrapping around your shoulders to bring you closer, head resting on his chest along with the tiny offspring. He drifts off to sleep soundly with his two girls and for the first time in a long time, he's able to get a full night's sleep, not being woken up by his violent nightmares.

Weeks pass as Simon spends more and more time with you, your new contract signed the same day you had a meeting with Price, though he's not putting you on any missions yet until they figure out who will take care of your daughter while you're away. Today Gaz and Soap asked to take her out, claiming they wanted to buy some new clothes for her since she's growing up fast.

"Hey, big guy." You greet Simon, who seems to have relocated to your quarters for whatever reason— the man literally spends his whole time there and you don't even question it anymore, simply assuming he wanted to spend more time with your daughter. You know details here and there about his family, though he was never clear about the full story. You sit down next to him and he nods his head in acknowledgment, too busy looking at his phone.

"Can I buy her this?" He points his phone at you, showing you a website selling pajama pants for babies, the ones he's showing you are grey and have a skull pattern all over. You playfully roll your eyes, nodding your head before laying down next to him, head laying on his chest while you look at his phone, browsing the website together.

"You don't have to buy her things, you know?" You take a few seconds to admire his unmasked features iluminated by his phone—the soft jawline, thin pink lips, high nose and skin around his eyes that always seemed to be tainted with eye black no matter how well he washed it off.

"Telling me what to do, Sargeant?" He teased, raising an eyebrow at you and being an asshole jokingly just to make you laugh. It only earns him a slap on the arm, phone dropping right on his face. He turns his head slowly to look at you and you can recognize the look in his eyes— you try to run away but he holds you down, fingers already tickling your ribs as you laugh and struggle, trying your best to get out of his grasp to no avail.

"Pause." You kick and scream, laughter escaping your lips due to the tickles. As soon as you speak he stops, looking down at you with a tender look in his face. You gasp for air and he takes the chance to look down at your lips, so close, so inviting...

"I saw that." You tease and he jokingly pushes your head into the pillow, laying down next to you with an arm wrapped around your waist. You giggle at the remaining feeling of the tickles before laying back down on your side, hand absent-mindedly tracing patters on his defined, clothed stomach. You don't know when you both started becoming so close again, yet the comfort is always welcome in the turbulent life of a soldier.

"When's that lot coming back?" He looks down at you, longing mixed with curiosity. Truth to be told, he knows the boys will keep your baby safe, but he wants to have her right back where she belongs— in his arms.

"Like... two hours, I think. If they don't find anything too distracting. Don't worry, I made them take a jacket for her in case it gets cold." He would never tell you he was the one to put the baby jacket in the car because they all forgot.

"Good, good." He sighs, looking up at the ceiling, deep in thought. It's quiet for a few minutes, both of you finding comfort in the silence before he speaks again.

"Are you planning on having another one?" He asks curiously, gaze drifting down towards you, doing his best to hide the longing and hope in his tone.

"Maybe." You keep in simple, eyes staying closed as you trace patterns on the muscles of his stomach, feeling them flex involuntarily at your touch.

"Why? Interested on having a family with me now, Simon?" You tease, an eyebrow raised at him as you finally open your eyes. He seems to be thinking about it for a few seconds before hesitantly nodding.

"Bullshit." You sit up, looking down at him with a mix of confusion and hope.

"S' the truth." He plays it off casually as if he didn't confess being ready to do the same thing that broke both of you off two years ago. He pulls you back down to his chest, fingers gently massaging your scalp. You can hear his heart beat fast, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows the knot in his throat.

You stay quiet, unsure of what to say. It's too much all at once— knowing Simon actually wanted to settle down with you bringing a mix of anxiety and fear to both of you equally. He never had a normal family, and though deep down he was scared of being like his father, he already proved to himself he can be gentle and tender, the same way he is with your daughter.

His hand slowly drifted down from your waist to the curve of your ass, softly squeezing it while looking at you for any signs of hesitation. He finds none, and instead sees you leaning closer and closer until your lips crash, the passion of two lovers who never got over one another present in the kiss.

Clothes are discharged all over the room with no care at all, the quarter walls bouncing off with a mix of your moans and his low groans, a pillow under your hips while he fucked into your cunt, slow and deep thrusts making the tip of his fat cock slam into your willing cervix.

"Gonna look so fucking pretty with my kid." He whispers into your ear, breathy groans leaving his lips as his thrusts slow down, making love to you rather than just fucking you for a quick nut. One of his hands cups your cheek, forcing you to look up at him.

"Tell me. Tell me how pretty you'll be all swollen with my baby." You hesitate and he kisses your lips gently, gaze tender while he looks down at you, thrusts hitting deeper and deeper each time as he waits for you to speak.

"I'll look... so pretty—fuck— with your child." You manage to speak out between whiny moans, the way he's looking at you with pure love and adoration is all you need to confirm he does find you attractive. Truth to be told, it's difficult being confident after glint through something that permanently alters your body, yet he's looking at you like you're even more beautiful than before. In his eyes, you are.

"That's a good girl." He praises, hips rutting faster against yours as he drove himself deeper and deeper into your cunt, the nasty squelching sound every time he goes hits it hard making this even more exciting. He holds himself up with his elbows, large hands cupping your tits while he pops one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it like a starved man finding shelter.

"These tits are gonna be so big too." He murmurs, swallowing the milk coming out of your tits with no hesitation. His hand gets busy with your other nipple, gently pulling and squeezing the sensitive bud, not minding the milk squirting all over. It's too good to be true— your body changing so much to keep your baby healthy and soon enough, it'll change for his baby too.

"So fuckin' perfect, baby." He praises, eyes closing as he focuses on how good your wet walls are wrapping around his unprotected cock, tongue swirling around your nipple before he latches onto it again, drinking the sweet milk coming out.

"This cock's all yours." He lets go of your nipple, face seeking shelter on the crook of your neck as his thrusts get sloppier by the second, embarrassingly nasty words coming out of his lips like prayer. You're the only one allowed to ever see him like this, to have him in any possibly way. He doesn't even care how he's promising you the world, offering all of himself to you without having any doubts.

"Everyone's gonna know you're mine, love." He whispers into your ear, voice hoarse and full emotion, hips stuttering before he buries himself all the way into your cunt, cum splurging out directly into your willing, fertile womb. He keeps himself inside, caging you in with his strong arms into a protective embrace, wanting to make sure not a single drop of cum is wasted.

"All mine."

‘Guardian Angel’ 

F reader x Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Reader’s call-sign: Fix

Summary: Amongst the many other lives you’ve saved, particularly you have saved Ghost’s life countless of times. You made some close calls on your life to spare his, and yet, he never seemed to appreciate it or even notice it. But your were wrong, when he came to your rescue, when you made the biggest call of your life, to spare his.

Warnings: We’re dealing with COD (Call Of Duty) here, so we know what to expect, guns and warfare stuff, some angst and guess what… some fluffy fluff too!! Enjoy ;)

“Take cover!! We’ve been ambushed!!”

Captain Price’s voice rang through your comms in a loud, panicked tone. And he was right, you all were ambushed after walking into a deadly trap. You should’ve known that stepping inside a dark, empty room in a 3 story building had its very own hidden objects that either exploded on you or shot at you. And today, it looked like the Cartels had switched up their game this time and used large laser guns that were motion censored. You being small compared to everyone else, found cover in at a small corner, Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish, the infamous only Scottish man with a steady Mohawk (only because he used 10 million pounds of gel and other random oils he collected in his hands.) found his cover with Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick inside what looked like a closet, and Captain John Price was not in the building (thank God), he was actually in the getaway car this time that lied about 1 and a half miles away from here. And lastly, Ghost, stood completely still in the middle of the room, doing his absolute best to make his breathing almost come to a complete stop, so his moves would lessen closely to a zero. From the corner you watched him with wide and worried filled eyes, afraid that any movement he could make would activate the lasers and it would go through his skull in an instant, even through all the stupid masks he wore. 

  ‘Why do you put yourself in fucking predicaments Simon??!’

You came to the conclusion that you should take a moment and breathe, then think about a good plan, you were good at making those anyways. Why? Well, think about why you were called ‘Fix’ in the first place, because you happened to ‘Fix’ everything. You never got credit for it, the most you got was, ‘you did your job.’, which is true, but come on; You’ve saved your teams ass about 173,948,929,928- anyways, the numbers go on and on and on, from one way to another, you’ve made it your life’s mission to save theirs, no matter what it could cost you. And with Ghost, damn he takes up 3/4 of the times a life has been saved by you, he has landed in that spot so many times in so many different ways, you’re surprised he’s still in one piece, heck- you’re even more surprised that you haven’t died yet in his stead. So you knew that if you pushed him away from the lasers hit, because you saw the hunter green flashlight hang off of his belt by like a thread, that he would only shrug it off like nothing and give you cold shoulder for a few days, but in all honesty, you stopped caring for thankfulness from him a long time ago. You knew that you had to get Ghost out of the way, for that flashlight was going to slip off his belt and land on the ground, hence making enough sound and movement to set the lasers off, but you needed to wait for the right moment to achieve just that. What in reality took about 5 minutes for all of this to come into place, actually felt like an eternity to you. Sweat covered your exposed skin and your heart’s beating became erratic. You felt every bone and nerve inside your body shake violently and tremble like jelly. And yet, on the outside, you looked put together and confident, vigilant, even bold for being in such a dire situation. Ghost faced you from where you hid, but he kept his eyes away from yours, you believed he was avoiding you only because he could read you like a book, and today he wasn’t ready to face and figure out what you had in store. But he didn’t have to necessarily look at you to see what you were going to do, from the corner of his eye he saw your swift change in position, from being completely coward to the ground to now in a low, standing position. He caught your attention and made you halt your moves when he gruffly whispered,

“Don’t move Fix, don’t.”

Before you answered back the flashlight made a movement of about an inch, slowly coming really close to falling, which caused you to reply hurriedly,

 “But Ghost-“

 “Stay in position Fix, that’s a fuckin’ order.”

 Your jaw dropped in the slightest, as you were left without words to explain your desperation to get him out of the way before it was too late. You then felt eyes burning into your soul, causing you to look up and see the one and only, masked up soldier sending you glares in a stare down. Ghost’s tall appearance and fearing stance with his intimidating eyes sent a chill up your spine while you took a deep breath in, feeling as if the world and time took a complete stop all around you. Maybe he didn’t give a damn about your life, but you sure as hell cared about his. He was a very important man in the Ghost Team, he presence was needed at all times, he was like the Queen to the Chess Game, powerful to go wherever and the protector of the King, well needed for his power and capability. And you, well… you were like the pawn, maybe you were small and could only move in certain places at a time, but freakin hell, you made sure that those few steps counted, and indeed you always succeeded that way. And today was no different. You had nothing to live for anyways, you lost your family in a massacre when you were a teenager, and only had yourself to fend for, so you chose the military to become your new family. Laswell kept you alongside her after you selflessly saved her life, and soon represented you to Price and his Team when you accidentally ran into them while trying to save their lives from an active bomb. You were only saving lives all the time, trying to make up for the ones you couldn’t save, your family. But now you took a complete stand, and kept your eyes on the slipping flashlight, as you began to move your right foot forward slowly. Ghost saw this and growled angrily,

 “Fix, stop.”

 Your breathed hitched when it finally fell but luckily it’s lock got caught on his pant leg. The laser gun immediately pointed towards his leg and held its new position, waiting like a lion after its prey, craving and anticipating the next move to strike. You sighed in relief but nonetheless said,

 “You’re calling it close Ghost, you need to move now, or I’ll move you.”

“You will not fuckin move Fix, I got it under control-“

CLINCK!’

Now that was the sound, of the flashlight finally letting go, and clicking on the ground it fell on. In a heartbeat you moved from your place and shoved Ghost as hard as you could away from his spot. With doing this came along the feeling of a burning, pain sear through your chest and electrocute every vain and nerve in your body. With whatever air was left in your lungs you let out a scream so loud it probably woke up the dead. The power of the electricity held your body in place as it continued to burn everything inside of you, but soon through all of the chaos, you heard loud shots being rung around, and soon the lasers were no longer holding you hostage with their electrical powers. Your body let loose and hit the ground harshly, trying to process the amount of pain it had just went through. Ringing sounds filled your ears and it made your head pound painfully, you tried to move your body but it felt too heavy and painful to even shift a little. You opened your eyes as best as possible, to only see smoke fill the atmosphere along with black spots cover your vision. In the distance, over the ringing noise, you heard voices shout back at you,

 “Fix!! FIX STAY AWAKE!!”

“FUCK LT SHE’S LOSING CONSCIOUSNESS!!”

 “GAZ GET PRICE HERE NOW!”

“I’M TAKING OUT ALL OF THESE DAMN LASER GUNS!! Drag her out of here!!”

 Then it went completely black and silent for you.

Ghost’s POV

Ghost lost the air in his lungs when he felt you go limp in his arms, he had already made it outside and very close to Price’s truck. But instead of climbing into the truck to speed towards the closest hospital or medical center at base, he laid you on the ground in the middle of the desert to begin performing CPR. In desperation and with bare hands he ripped opened your suit and yanked off your bullet proof suit as well. He then proceeded to tear open your shirt, (which was a black, long sleeve Henley that was being borrowed by you from Soap.) once he did this, he pressed his ears against your chest, and held his fingers against your pulse on your neck, and almost whimpered in fear when he couldn’t feel or hear a pulse. He backed up and whispered to himself,

 “She can’t be dead… no.”

He shut his eyes and shook off his worst fears , wanting to believe that what was true in the moment really wasn’t. He sucked in a large amount of air before lifting his mask up to his nose, and pressing his lips to yours, doing his best to play God, and breathe air into your lifeless lungs. He went on and on, with hope weighing less in his heart, as he grew more erratic and panicked when you didn’t cooperate. 

 “COME ON LASS!! WAKE UP!!”

Ghost yanked off his mask completely, for he felt like he was suffocating under it. He breathing was heavy and uneven, as he sat back and stared, waiting for the miracle to come, waiting to see your eyes open and the gift of life grant you a deserving, second chance. But you didn’t move, breathe, or wake up, you were gone. Ghost grabbed the mask he had taken off, and he used it to wipe your dirty face gently and caress it, crying inside at seeing you in this hopeless position. Soap and Gaz came to stand beside his kneeling place, Soap made the move to pat his back gently, while wording sadly,

 “It’s over Lt, we have to go.”

Ghost swallowed the guilt that had begun to grow in his throat, and slowly nodded.

 “You’re right Johnny… it’s over.”

Gaz sighed in relief, sorta happy to see Ghost work with them and accept destiny’s fate, so he quickly grabbed his arm and helped Soap lift him off the ground and away from you. But unfortunately yet fortunately… Ghost really wasn’t done with you. He hadn’t even taken a step away from you when he yanked his arms away from their grasp and shouted from the deepest of his heart and soul,

 “NOO!! No! I can’t leave her here it’s not her fault!!”

Before the men could react to his outburst, 

 he was by your side again, using every ounce of air he sucked in to fill you up. Soap grabbed his vest and ordered him with a frustrated tone, (for he too was beginning to feel the weight of your deadly absence) 

 “GHOST NO!!-“

Ghost kept his hand grasping tightly onto your shirt, afraid to let you go or to be pulled away, and didn’t hesitate to pull his large pocket knife out on Soap, as he growled with watery, red eyes,

“Move the fuck away Johnny, or I will make you go still.”

Soap stopped in his tracks, and held his hands up and away from Ghost’s reach while lowering his voice, and trying to calm the struggle,

 “Lt. please-“

A large but warm hand then landed on Soap’s arm, silently commanding him to stop arguing with his LT. Soap tore his eyes away from Ghost’s piercing ones, to find solace in Price’s, which were looking at him with insistence,

 “Soap, leave him alone.”

Ghost took Price’s words as his cue to continue, and now used his both palms to compress your chest, doing his absolute best to ignore the sickening cracks of your rib cage breaking under his mercy of trying to revive you. During this whole time he had been quiet, screaming from the inside and pit of his stomach, but now, he couldn’t hold in his despair anymore.

 “FIX PLEASE!! BREATHE!! BREATHE!!”

An unexpected sob escaped his lips as he for the last time, took a large heap of air, and held your face between his hands, as he pressed his wet, salty lips to yours, craving for your touch and life to return his passion to feel you move and breathe for him. Soap watched with tears in his eyes and trembling hands and lips, Gaz kept wiping away his falling tears to get a clear vision of what was happening, and Price, he couldn’t even breathe. Every single member in the team secretly really loved and cherished your presence, you were the mother they never had. It was the ‘here I made you dinner’ to the ‘go take a nap honey, I’ll cover your spot.’ that made them appreciate your life and grow close with you. But with Ghost, his problem was that he didn’t know how to word it, and most of the time feared that your loving heart was a cover up for a betraying heart that could come later. But your life scarifying actions towards his team and him proved him wrong every time. This scared him too, your willingness to give up everything of you to save him. So at the end of every successful mission, he’d shove you away,  hoping to see you grow into hating his selfish heart and ways, and maybe dodge the next bullet that went his way. Yet, here you were, in a battle between life and death, for him. In the bottom of his heart, he really liked you too like his team, maybe he could even say that he loved you, he loved your good heart and work, your faithfulness and trust in him, even when he grew internally angry and showed it when you got hurt to protect him. But happy he was to see you made it out alive each time, to feed him that delicious childhood meal of yours everyday, be with him when they felt lonely but didn’t want to talk, even take care of his wounds and sick tummies when he drank away to forget the haunting nightmares. But that happiness didn’t visit him today, instead it was fear, guilt, and death that lurked around him, ready to snatch his heart into their painful grasp, and rip him apart. 

Your POV

But the power of life, in a single breath, sent all those demons away in an instant. The atmosphere was filled with the sound of you gasping for air and Ghost calling out to you supportively and happily,

 “That’s good baby girl, breathe for me, breathe.”

 Ghost held you up a little so you could breathe better, and you went into a coughing fit, adjusting your chest feeling an excruciating pain each time you sucked in. The Ghost team had cheered happily and hugged one another, grateful to see you alive, and though they were excited and anxious to reach you, they gave Ghost space to comprehend, that his killing hands and harsh life, had the soul and heart to save yours. You had moved to sit down, holding onto your chest with one hand as you looked up at your savior, admiring his beautiful, scarred face, that looked at with you with compassion and something else, that looked like love. He was too beautiful to be real,

 ‘Am I in Heaven?’

 You asked yourself, then you whimpered in pain, and asked with a frown out loud,

 “Who are you?.. my guardian angel?”

For you, had never seen Ghost without his mask. Ghost let out a small smile, and held onto your face once again, and replied softly,

 “No lass, you’re my guardian angel.”

You gawked in realization, you knew that voice all too well.

 “Simon?”

Ghost nodded, 

 “It’s me.”

Tears filled your eyes, as the whole situation in front of you came clear, he saved your life, he woke you up.

 “You… you s-saved my life?”

Your voice cracking got him crying again as he nodded,

 “It was payback for all this time… I’m sorry.”

 You stifled down a groan of pain as you chuckled, and reached out to touch his adorning face,

 “Don’t apologize… you don’t owe me anything.”

He leaned into your touch, and was about to ask you what it was that you needed, until they heard and saw two medical helicopters come into view. Price informed them all immediately before they shot it down in fear that it might be an enemy attack,

 “I called for help, one for her and one for us, they’ve arrived. Let’s go.”

Ghost right away told you,

 “Let them come and get you-“

You whined in pain as your held onto his vest tightly and pleaded,

 “No! No, please take me, hold me! Don’t let me go!”

 Ghost held his hands over yours and questioned,

 “Then what do you want me to do? Tell me my lass, I’m right here.”

 Your eyes flickered to his lips them to his eyes, and repeated the action a couple more times, afraid to request your deepest desire that moment. But Ghost read your mind, and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Not that long ago he harshly pressed his lips onto yours, breathing his air into your lungs, feeling your cold and unmoving lips against his, but now, your lips moved in sync with his as your tongue danced with his, he felt your breath hit his face and fight for slight dominance. But soon air was now needed for the both of you as your undying love and passion took it away, you pulled away first and gave Ghost a last soft peck before requesting,

 “Take me, please. I want you with me the whole time.”

 Ghost nodded approvingly and kissed your head, before slipping on his mask. You then wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders as he carefully lifted you up in bridal style, hushing your pained cries with whispers of love and comfort, speaking the sweetest words,

 “I’m right here… you’re going to be ok love… Hold on, we’re almost there.”

 Once inside they medical team strapped you and began to separate Ghost from you to work on you, but your killer grip on his hand held him in place by your side, especially your words filled with love and desperation of losing him,

 “Simon don’t let me go, I don’t want to lose you.”

 The medical team saw your persistence, and thick tears that rolled down your eyes because they wanted to take him away, so in the end they let him stay, (they won’t admit it but Ghost’s intimidating stance and deadly stare made them agree to let him stay with you, worried that he might give them all a beating for making you cry)

Ghost sat beside your laying body, and dried your tears with his thumb as his other hand caressed your head, watching you fight the urge to close your eyes. Through the mask he kissed your lips and cheek, and told you to close your eyes before he promised,

 “I will be right here the whole time.. I won’t ever let you go, love. I won’t you leave me… you’re my guardian angel.”

ENAMORED (m.)

soap mactavish / reader !

tags: established relationship, BIG dicked!soap, afab!gn!reader, virgin!soap, sub!reader

cw: loss of virginity, squirting, size difference, teasing, pet names, praise, wet&messy, missionary, mating press, cunnilingus, fingering, pussyjob, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie

note: this is the fic from the pwp royale i posted recently! loss of virginity won so here's the result!!! MDNI.

; with a too-big-cock, he hasn't managed to lose his virginity yet. until he shares a sweet little moment with you, the love of his life ♡

5.7k words

Soap had been thinking about this for ages. He had been in positions like this before, without a doubt, with previous partners. 

But there was something deep inside him that was breathless over the fact that it was you situated so cute in his lap, dressed all cozy in some clothes you had left over at his place from a previous night you had spent with him. You two had been dating for some time now but he had done his best to avoid being in this predicament because he was worried it would end the same as it had with everyone else. 

Even though Soap was 28, charming and had a lot of luck scoring dates, he was still a virgin. It was the most embarrassing little fact about him. It wasn’t for lack of trying, of course. In fact, all his teammates in 141 were positive he’d gotten laid more times than he could count. But bringing a pretty thing home from a bar always ended the same for him – with them scurrying out of his door with their clothes bundled in their arms the second he pulled his dick out. 

So to say Soap was nervous right about now was in understatement. 

You were so warm against him, smelled so lovely that it made his heart flutter in his chest. Everything about you was so intoxicating that he was terrified this was going to end the same way it always had with other partners – with you becoming intimidated and fleeing with your tail tucked between your legs.

He was so enamored by you that he didn’t think he would be able to cope if you walked out on him like everyone else. 

You pulled him out of his head when you cupped his stubbly cheeks, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His hands flexed against your hips, tugging you even closer on his lap. He was growing harder and harder underneath you and he silently prayed that you didn’t feel it. 

Your hands trailed down to his chest, pressing your palms flat against the firmness there as you deepened the kiss. You sighed sweetly into his mouth, dipping your tongue in to taste him as he eagerly kissed you back. His hands weren’t idle either, going from squeezing your hips to kneading your thighs, bared from your shorts.

Suddenly, he pulled back, eyeing the string of spit that connected your lips before smiling at the way you were panting from a kiss. 

“Can we do…more, Johnny?” you ask softly, rolling your thumb over the scar on his chin.

“Are you sure you want to?” he fires back, meeting your gaze under his lashes.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you smile, adjusting yourself in his lap and he has to fight to hold back the groan from how good the pressure feels even though he’s still confined to his jeans, “I love you. You love me. Of course I want you.”

The way you say it so simply and sweetly makes him smile. He suddenly takes hold of your chin and tugs you close so your forehead rests against his, “I’m not goin’ to lie, sweetheart. I…” he nervously cleared his throat, “I’m a big guy.”

You blink owlishly at him for a moment, “You mean like…”

Your hand slips further down his chest and he quickly intercepts it, taking your hand in his with a nod of his head. Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth and he can see the way your pupils dilate. 

“Okay…” you whisper, “You can just…work me open, yeah?”

His lashes flutter at those words, a groan getting caught in his chest. His hands find purchase on your waist, easily hoisting you up and tossing you onto the other end of the couch before crawling over you. He immediately begins kissing your neck and you eagerly let your head fall back so he can have more access. His chest is pressed against yours, pinning you down with his weight alone as his hands continue to caress your thighs which are splayed open around his hips. 

His cock is painfully hard in his jeans, throbbing with need when he realizes you've started trembling under such simple touches. You lay there so sweetly underneath him, arms splayed on either side of your head letting him touch you and see you however he wants. Pliant.

“So sweet…” he coos, muffled with his lips pressed against your pulse point. 

You sigh contentedly, heart hammering in your chest when his hands finally move north and start pushing your shirt up. Slowly, over your belly button, over your ribs, catching on the swell of your breasts before you lift your head and let him strip the material off. He tosses it somewhere in the living room but neither of you care where it lands. 

“Shite…” he groans when he leans back on his heels, eyes landing on your bare breasts, “You’re somethin’ special.”

Before you have the chance to offer anything in reply, he's got his lips wrapped around one of your nipples. One hand supports his weight beside your body on the couch and the other carefully slips under the fabric of your panties.  You eagerly spread your legs even more, anticipating his touch where you need him most but he doesn’t make any further movements. 

His hand falls completely still, fingertips resting just above your clit, just the slightest twitch down and he would be touching the little bud. 

His tongue eagerly swipes over the pebbled bud of your nipple that’s trapped in his hot mouth. You let out low sighs of pleasure, mindlessly arching your hips up in hopes to get him to move that damned hand lower — but he refuses, intent on teasing you with its presence so close to where you needed him.

He's got you wound taut, tense and aching for him. He dips down and you think he's going to give you what you want, but instead he uses two fingers to peel your folds apart. You feel like the air gets punched out of your lungs, thighs threatening to twitch closed but are blocked by his hulking form in between them. You can hear the sound of your folds parting, wet and sticky and it makes his cock fucking throb. 

“You’re so wet, you hear that?” he teases, popping off your nipple with a crooked grin. 

“Shut up,” you intend for it to come out biting but it comes out weak and soft, which only makes his grin broaden. 

Your hole clenches pathetically around nothing, drooling and leaking into your panties. You feel like you could cum if so much as a breeze brushed over your clit. You've never been pushed so close to the edge from someone teasing you like this. 

One of your hands finds purchase in his mohawk, tugging the short strands so he is forced to meet you in a heady kiss. You whimper into his mouth and his free hand cups and gropes your tits in his large hand, massaging the soft flesh as he eagerly kisses you back. As you kiss, you attempt to rut your hips up in hopes of getting him to slip between your folds and make you feel good, but it doesn’t work and he chuckles. It’s cute you think you can distract him like that. 

The kiss is messy and sloppy, strings of spit connecting your lips when you finally part to take a breath. You look up at him with a dazed, heady look to your eyes that has him pecking your lips once again before descending back to your breasts. You cry out in surprise when you feel the nip of his teeth against the bud. As he tortures you with his mouth, he takes the chance to tug your shorts down your legs. You eagerly lift your hips to help him rid your body of the offending clothing, tossing them to get lost somewhere alongside your shirt.

Once you’re bare, you let your legs butterfly open, giving him a full view of your completely bare body. 

You’re practically panting when his hand slinks down your body once again, parting your folds with that sticky sound that has heat flushing to your cheeks, much louder now that there’s no clothing blocking it. Soap’s eyes drop to your pussy, index and middle finger holding your labia apart so he can see how your clit throbs and your hole clenches pathetically around nothing, drooling down to the couch. 

“So pretty,” he coos, wishing he could roll his thumb over that pretty little clit just to watch your body twitch from the pleasure but he’s on a miss.

He surges forward again to kiss you, soaking in your happy sigh at the little affection, but it doesn't last long before he's mouthing his way down your body — nipping and suckling at your skin as he makes his way further and further down. 

His large, callused hands grip under your knees and pin you embarrassingly wide open with your knees to the couch. He kisses up your inner thigh and over your pelvis, stopping to press his lips against your hip bones before his tongue dips down and swipes over one of your labia. 

Your taste lingers on his taste buds and he practically moans at the feeling. You gasp, hands flying to his mohawk when he gives the other side the same treatment, cleaning up your mess with his tongue. 

You desperately attempt to rut your hips up, whining with your need to feel his touch properly where you need him but he backs off and waits for you to sink back into the cushions in defeat before pressing a kiss above your clit. His pretty, blue eyes watch every pout and furrow of your brows that crosses your face from his teasing. 

He can tell you’re getting frustrated and needy – just the way he wants you. The fact you’re so pliant and at the mercy of whatever he’s willing to give you is intoxicating. You’re so sweet for him. 

It feels like hours that he torments you, kissing around your thighs and lapping over your folds but never giving you what you actually need. He continues to clean up any mess without actually touching where you desire him most, simply savoring your juices on his tongue. 

Your clit aches, twitching with need as it begs for just the slightest touch from him — something to put you out of your misery. 

“Johnny…” you pathetically whimper, fisting his t-shirt, tugging him closer in hopes of getting him to give you what you want.

His long lashes flutter as he looks at you, “What is it, sweet one? Something you want?” 

“Need,” you correct hastily with a tearful glare. He thinks it’s supposed to be intimidating but he only seems to find the display cute.

He laughs softly, a charming smile crossing his face as he looks completely endeared by you, “Need, huh? Are you always this needy?” 

“Only for you, Johnny!” you whimper, moving your grip on his shirt to his hair again, hoping it’ll give you more leverage but he doesn’t budge. 

He laughs softly, “That’s right, little one. Just for me.”

You feel so on edge, like he’s worked you up to an orgasm without ever actually touching you properly. He thumbs your folds apart, leaving the needy little bud open and exposed to his greedy gaze. You wish so badly he would just breathe against you so you could experience something more than this mind-numbing teasing your boyfriend has subjected you to. It’s pathetic, you realize, wishing for so much as a breath against your bud. But there’s just something about Johnny that always has you hanging on everything he does. You’re enamored, in love.

That thought has you whimpering, sinking back into the cushions of the couch.

“So sweet,” he coos dismissively, smile only widening as you tearfully glare at him.

His gaze darkens at the sound of a sob tearing through your chest and he bites his lower lip when his cock fucking throbs. He didn’t really think he’d be the type to enjoy seeing his partner cry and he’s not even sure he would be into it if it was anyone but you, but here he was. 

Soap thinks you look so precious like this, defeated and waiting for his next move.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he commands suddenly, chastely kissing your navel when you finally meet his gaze, unfocused and tearful, “There you go, good. Don’t look away now, okay?”

You nod your head, finding yourself getting lost in his unwavering eye contact. His pretty blue eyes and long, soft eyelashes that you could simply marvel at for hours. He was so handsome and all yours and that alone made you even wetter. Your boyfriend was on top of you, giving his all in making you feel good. 

As you're lost in thought and his eyes, his fingers finally dip down to where you need him most, pressing the pads of his digits against your clit. The little bud is so hard and sensitive that the small amount of stimulation has you toppling over the edge immediately. 

Your eyes remain open and locked with Soaps as you cum with a weak cry of his name. His fingers gently circle your clit, sticky, wet circles over the bud to ease you through the high. 

When you finally slump against the couch, thighs twitching against his sides through the aftershocks, he pulls back. Your eyes flutter closed, panting from the exertion of your orgasm. You’re practically boneless as Soap suddenly moves you trembling legs over his shoulders. 

His gaze falls to your swollen, pulsing cunt. Your folds are covered in a slick film and he can still see the way your clit and hole throbs, drooling your cum messily with every clench. Your eyes flutter open, cheeks heating when you see how intently he’s staring at your pussy.

“Don’t stare…” you whine bashfully, voice dragging his gaze back to your face.

“Can’t help it,” he gives you a crooked grin, “You’re so pretty here.”

You whine at his response, kicking your foot against his back in retaliation.

Suddenly it's like all rational thought flies out of his head and he's pinning your knees to your chest. 

You gasp at the change in position, “Johnny!” 

He chuckles at the way you sound shy, as if he didn't just have you cumming underneath him a minute ago. 

The feeling of his breath against your sensitive folds is enough to make your thighs twitch in his grasp. He makes a show, when he finds you looking down at him through your lashes with your chest rising and falling from how hard you're breathing, of letting his tongue fall from his mouth. 

Slowly, he descends, sliding his tongue between your slick folds. You practically wail, your back bowing against the couch when his tongue swirls around your clit, suckling it into his mouth. Your head slams against the couch cushion as your eyes roll back in your head, your hands gripping at his mohawk as you wail his name. 

“Johnny! Johnny! Johnny!” you squeal, legs kicking and flailing at the feeling of him eagerly slurping at your clit.

He backs off for a moment, releasing your bud with a lewd pop. You're panting and trembling, your knees still pressed against your chest, open and vulnerable for him. Your precious cunt is now coating in a slick film of your own cum and his spit.

“Keep yourself open for me,” he commends with a sharp look that makes you immediately do as you’re told. Your trembling fingers grip under your knees, hugging them to your chest. 

He spreads your folds apart with his thumb before his mouth finds its place there again, eagerly slurping up your cunt with a moan. He desperately eats you, swirling his tongue over your clit and dipping it into your clenching cunt to taste your juices. He's messy and sloppy, drool and your cum dripping down his chin and neck.

You cry and tremble beneath the onslaught of his tongue, he introduces two fingers, swiping them against your drippy entrance. You barely even seem to notice, too distracted humping your clit against the flat of his tongue when he lays it flat out for you. 

“Oh, Johnny!” you cry out, toes curling in your fuzzy socks the closer you get to your second orgasm, “Don't stop! Please, don't stop, Johnny!” 

He moans against you, the sound and feeling of it sending you over the edge. When he feels your clit throb on his tongue, he finally slips those two fingers inside you. The feeling of suddenly being stretched and filled sends you flying even higher. Soap has to use his body to hold you down as you kick and squirm from the overstimulating pleasure of having his thick fingers crooking inside you, grinding against that gooey little spot. 

“Johnny-!” you cut yourself off with a deep, long moan as you messily squirt all over the front of his shirt. 

Johnny continues to grind the tips of his fingers into that tender little spot inside you until you simply can’t take it anymore and shove him off with a weak cry. Soap pops the cum covered fingers immediately into his mouth as he watches you twitch and tremble against the couch, tearfully staring up at him. 

“Too much, sweetheart?” he asks, once he’s cleaned his fingers off.

You nod, taking a deep breath, “I-I’ve never…” you trail off and he quirks a brow. 

“Never squirted?” he finishes and you nod, “Well, I’m honored then. I guess we’re even.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, finally uncurling yourself from your position with a weak grunt, opening your arms to pull him close to you, finding yourself needing his touch.

His cheeks heat up, realizing it’s time to finally tell you his little secret, “Well…it’s my first time.”

“Making someone squirt?” you offer him a soft smile but it quickly fades when he shakes his head.

“No, I mean…” he clears his throat, “I mean havin’ sex.”

Your eyes go wide, “Really? But you’re like…really good with your tongue.”

He chuckles softly, forehead falling against your chest, shaking his head, “No I’ve got a lot of experience in foreplay. It’s after that I’ve never gotten to.”

You sit up at that, shock apparent on your face, “You’re a virgin, Johnny?”

“Aye,” he solemnly nods, trying to hide the embarrassment that bubbles under the surface.

“But how?” you question, “You’ve dated a lot. You’re good looking and kind.”

He grins at your praise, “I told you, little one,” he sighs, figuring now would be a good time to properly warn you about what you’re getting into, “I’m a big guy. Most people get scared off.”

Your brows come together in confusion, “Really?”

He nods slowly, carefully watching your face for any signs of apprehension. But you only continue to look confused. 

“Will you show me?” you finally ask. 

“You want to see…?” he finds himself stumbling over your question, heart hammering in his chest when you eagerly nod your head.

Wordlessly he sits up on his knees, fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans. You can see the outline of his cock pressing against the material and he does look big but you want to see him completely. 

He unzips his jeans and reaches inside, hissing at the feeling of his hand wrapped around his neglected length. He finally pulls his cock free, twitching at the feeling of the cool air against him. He’s been leaking precum profusely, incredibly turned on from making you cum twice. 

“Johnny…” you whisper breathlessly, eyes wide as you stare at his length wrapped in his fist, “Holy shit.”

“I told you,” he smiles crookedly but deep down he’s nervous. 

This is the moment that will make or break you. Either he finally gets to be with you, the person he wants to share his love with the most, or you give him that terrified look and go scampering away. 

You reach out and knock his hand away, replacing his grip with your own. His breathing stutters when you give him a few, slow strokes. Your hand is so much smaller than his, unable to touch your fingers around the girth of him. The sight has him biting back a moan because fuck you’re so much smaller than him.

“You’re going to have to really prepare me, Johnny,” you playfully glare at him from under your lashes. 

His brows shoot up in surprise, “You mean you…”

“I love you, Johnny,” you smile softly at him, “I want this with you. Just…take your time, okay?”

“Of course,” he swallows thickly, quickly batting your hand away and urging you to lay back once again. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, “Let's go to the bedroom.”

“Yeah, yeah we-we can do that,” he stumbles over his words foolishly, making his ears burn red in a way he hopes you don’t actually notice. 

After some stumbling and giggling, the two of you quickly find your way to his bedroom. After shutting the door, you crawl onto the bed, relaxing into the pillow, looking like his own little piece of heaven all naked on his sheets just for him. 

He strips himself where he stands at the foot of the bed, tossing his shirt into the hamper in the corner before letting his jeans and boxers pool at his feet. 

He’s on top of you before you know it, bringing you in for a kiss. As you eagerly spread your legs to accommodate his big frame, he reaches between your bodies and grips his cock again. Your entire body tenses up when you feel him pressing the tip against your folds.

“Johnny, no,” you whine, pressing against his chest, “Y-You’ll tear me open if you try to–”

“Not tryin’ to get it in, pretty baby,” he coos, “Jus’ trust me, yeah?”

You watch as he swipes the head through your folds, sliding the length between them, rutting his hips. You gasp as he grinds over your clit, making your whole body twitch from the stimulation. You’re still sensitive from the previous orgasms he had milked out of you. 

Before long, he pauses.

“Look at that,” he grins, “That’s how deep I’ll be.”

You feel your cunt clench pathetically at the sight of his length resting over your pelvis. You know that when you take him all the way, he’s going to be prodding painfully at your cervix. But you know you’re going to love every second of it. 

Not only is he long, his girth is amazing. You know it’s going to stretch you wide, you can practically feel the phantom burning feeling you know will accompany it. His cock is uncut, messily drooling all over your skin. The prettiest fucking cock you’ve ever seen and it makes your mouth water. 

“Think you can take it?” he teases, playfully tapping the heavy length against your clit. 

You whine and nod, “W-Want you to make me take it, Johnny.”

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” he chuckles softly, “Aye, we’ll make it fit, little one.”

Soap’s hand finds its way between your thighs again, two fingers prodding at your entrance as his other hand cups one of your breasts. You lay back in his pillows, staring up at him like he hung the moon and the stars as he stretches you open on those two digits. 

You’re pillowy soft and wet inside, pretty cunt making sticky clicking sounds as he fucks you with them. Your cum coats his skin and a creamy mess begins to form at the last knuckle when he works that tender little spot up top. 

Before long, he’s introducing a third finger. He slowly presses it in alongside the other two, stretching you open carefully and methodically until all three digits are pressed inside the tight clutch of your cunt. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he encourages, “Open up for me so I can give you my cock.”

You whine at that, “Want your cock, Johnny.”

He groans, pressing a kiss against your knee, “I know you do, sweet thing. Jus’ let me stretch you open for it, yeah?”

You nod and toss your head back, working your hips down against his fingers. He carefully fucks you with them, spreading them inside so you get used to the feeling of being stretched and filled for when the real thing is finally pressing inside. 

Fuck, the thought makes his cock ache. 

His thumb sneaks up and presses against your clit. The extra stimulation makes you clench around them like a vice and you moan so sweetly for him. He can’t wait to feel that around his heavy cock. 

“Johnny, please!” you cry, “I want you already.”

“Fuck, alright, sweetheart,” he grunts, pulling his fingers from inside you with a wet sound. 

He wraps those slick fingers around his length, smearing the mess across the soft skin. It’s embarrassingly desperate, the way he grips your hips and yanks you closer to him. You gasp at the forceful handling but quickly relax into the sheets when he leans down and kisses you again. 

As you’re occupied with his lips and tongue, he grips the base of his length and carefully begins to prod at your entrance. You whimper into his mouth when he starts to press inside.

Just the tip of him is a lot to take and you can't help but wince when that fat head finally pops inside. Soap feels the way you jump and quickly pulls out, biting back a groan when he sees wet, sticky strings of your cum and his pre connecting his cock to your cunt.

He uses the head to circle your clit, making you sigh in pleasure before he’s pressing back inside. This time he, when the head pops inside, begins rolling your clit under his thumb to soothe the ache.

“Just relax,” he coos, slowly circling the bud as he sinks more and more of his length inside. 

The stretch stings and he fills you up more than you’ve ever experienced before. He feels so heavy and hard inside you and his finger on your clit makes you reflexively clench and spasm around him. He moans at the feeling, pretty blue eyes rolling back as he feels half his cock being hugged. 

Before long, he’s balls deep, deeper inside a cunt than he’s ever been in his life. Its euphoric for him. A painful ache settles in your stomach from how he’s prodding against your cervix. He stills, watching your furrowed brows as you get used to being stuffed full of his cock for the first time. 

It dawns on him suddenly that he’s lost his virginity. To you. He’s got his fat cock buried in the one person he adores more than anything on this Earth. 

He’s overcome with affection, surging forward to press his lips against yours. You whine when the angle change makes him press even deeper inside you but you kiss him back anyway. 

He pulls back slowly, “Just relax,” he assures you again, “That was a lot, huh? You took me so well, pretty.”

After a few moments under his careful caresses and kisses, you relax into the bed. Blinking blearily up at him, you flex your hips and stir his cock inside. You whimper at the feeling and he slowly pulls back so only half his length is left inside. 

“Pretty,” he mutters, “P-Pretty and fuckin’ wet.”

“Johnny…” you sigh sweetly, clutching at his sheets as he begins to fuck you in earnest. 

Your tits bounce in time to his thrusts and he can’t take his eyes off them. He’s still a little shell-shocked from having you speared on his heavy, aching cock. He can’t believe he’s got the sweetest thing creaming around him, crying his name. 

“Johnny!” you cry sharply, hands flying to cup your own tits. 

Your eyes are wide, almost like you’re shocked, “What is it, pretty?” he asks, panting.

He watches in wonder as you toss your head back, squealing and trembling. You’re cumming, he realizes. Squeezing and clenching around his cock like a vice. 

“Shite,” he moans, hands trembling as he grips your hips, helping you rut against him as you cum, “‘S it, ride it out for me. Cummin’ nice and hard, hm? Barely even did anything and you’re creamin’ all over me.”

You whimper, eyes rolling at his filthy words. You slowly sink back into the bed with a heavy sigh, heart racing as you stare up at him. Soap loves seeing you like this, covered in sweat and twitchy from how hard you came from nothing but his cock stuffed inside you. 

“More, please, Johnny,” you whine, locking your ankles around his back, locking him against you, “I want more. Please make me cum again.”

He scoffs in disbelief, pressing his hands on either side of your head on the bed, “You just came and you want more?”

“Yes, please?” you ask softly, batting your lashes at him. 

“Yeah, baby,” he whispers, slowly grinding his hips against you, making sure his pelvis grinds against your clit, “I’ll give you whatever you want. This cock’s all yours now, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, “All mine, Johnny. ‘S all mine. You’re all mine. L-Love you so much.”

“Fuck!” he growls, fisting his sheets as he works his hips faster and faster against you, “Love you too. Love you, love you, love you.”

He can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed at his babbling. All he can do is work his hips against yours, listening to your pretty moans and the slick sounds of your pretty pussy being fucked. 

Your back arches and you reach between your bodies to circle your clit with trembling fingers. His jaw drops at the sight. He never thought he would have the chance to see a sweet little thing like you working themself to orgasm on his cock like this before. 

“Sweet baby,” he whines, sounding broken and completely broken, burying his face in your neck, “You’re so wet. You’re makin’ such a mess around me. Pretty cunt’s so wet.”

You sob at that, eyes rolling as you toss your head back. You can feel another orgasm brewing, heating your skin and making you tremble underneath your boyfriend's massive body.

“Johnny, please!” you wail, feet kicking against his back.

“What? What do you need?” he pants, drooling against your skin from where his face is still buried.

“Please!” you cry again, pressing against his shoulders to push him back. 

He looks dazed, completely fucked out and stupid from having his cock fucked for the first time. You grab his hand and shove it between your thighs. He quickly picks up what you need and starts rubbing your clit.

“This what you needed?” he pants, “Needed me to play with this pretty clit so you can cum nice and hard again?”

You squeal, jaw falling open as you back bows off the bed. He moans at the feeling of you soaking him, gushing and squirting against his bare chest and all over his hand. His mouth practically waters at the thought of getting to taste you as you cum again.

“Already?” he gasps, “So fuckin’ sensitive, cummin’ so easily for me. Fuck, so good for me. I’m gonna cum, baby.”

You nod your head, still shaking from your orgasm, “F-Fill me up, Johnny. Please. Want you to cum inside!”

“Fuck, are you sure?” he gasps, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

You nod your head, “Yes, need it, Johnny.”

He fists the sheets on either side of your head as his entire body begins to tremble. His hips lose their rhythm and with a few more, weak rabbiting thrusts, he’s cumming. He cries your name, rutting his hips against yours. The movement causes him to grind against your sensitive clit, making you whimper and twitch beneath him. He grinds painfully against your cervix from how deep he is but it’s worth it to see the pretty way he cums inside you. It's a hot, thick load that fills you up and oozes out the sides of his cock and drips down to the bed. 

Afterwards, there’s a stillness that falls over the two of you. The only sound you can hear is the faint hum of the TV in the living room and the heavy panting between the two of you. 

Soap can’t think of anything to say, all he can think is to lean down and press his lips against yours. He wraps his arms around your body, holding you close to him as you cling onto him, still trembling. 

“Love you so much,” he whispers, muffled against your lips because he’s not willing to pull away.

“Johnny,” you whimper, “I love you.”

He smiles crookedly, pecking your nose and forehead over and over again before you’re giggling and pushing him away. 

With his cock softened, he slowly and carefully pulls out of you, both of you wincing from how sensitive you are. Your thighs are still open and he watches as his cum oozes from your thoroughly abused cunt. His hand slides up your thigh, nearing your folds but you quickly slam your thighs shut, trapping his hand between them. 

He looks up to find you glaring at him, “Don’t even think about it.”

He grins crookedly, shrugging his shoulders, “What’s the matter, baby? Don’t fancy a go again?”

“After that?” you cry, throwing your head back to laugh, “I’ve never cum so much in my life, Johnny!”

“Ah, you really know how to boost a man’s ego,” he chuckles, flopping onto the bed beside you. 

He pulls you close, tucking you against his side, “Hard to believe that was your first time.”

“Aye,” he hums, kissing your temple, stroking your back slowly, “I’m glad it was you.”

“I am too, Johnny,” you snuggle close to him, kissing his bare chest.

There’s a quiet that falls over the two of you. Your breathing slowly begins to even out and he quickly realizes that you’ve fallen asleep. He hugs you closer, protective instincts urging him to keep you safe while you’re well-fucked and vulnerable like this in his arms. 

His heart skips a beat when his gaze lands on his night table, remembering the ring he’s got hidden away within. He wonders when he’s going to grow the nerve to finally ask you to wear it. 

DO NOT REDISTRBUTE, TRANSLATE, OR MODIFY. DO NOT RECOMMEND ON TIKTOK.

giving johnny a little fashion show of the clothes you bought from the mall and he’s bricked up the entire time, NOT EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT EITHERRRR 🤭 he’d be so fucking shameless about. and i feel like he’d laugh at your reaction once you see the literal TENT in his pants

this ask was so cute!! 🥹😵‍💫 <33

"what, you're surprised?" he has a cheeky grin on his face as he tilts his head ever so slightly, brow raised a little in amusement. see soap, he really was paying attention to every outfit but you look so good in them all, he didn't need to see that to know it <3

though with every item of clothing you had tried and twirled off to show him, he felt his pants becoming incredibly tighter around his groin. he has no shame about it. you turn him on all the time. he makes that clear all the time

though this particular time, he was feeling extra needy. every expanse of skin that revealed itself on your body didn't help his case either, his hormones going crazy as he itched to touch you. it had been too damn long in his humble opinion (12 hours) he could never get his fill from you no matter what

"look what you do to me, bonnie" he hummed softly, pulling your hand and placing it over the growing bulge in his pants. a soft hiss leaving his lips when your fingers knock over

"s'all for you baby" he bucked his hips into your hands, his breath shuttering as he felt the friction he'd been dying to have around his aching shaft. a small groan accompanied by a huff leaving his lips when you tease him back, your hands caressing the swollen head through his boxers. only he knew he wasn't going to get off easily

he was always at your mercy ♡

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ COUNTING THE DAYS

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2/11/23

soap x housewife!reader

warnings; not proofread,IMPLIED YALL LIVE IN SCOTLANDDDD OR EXPANSE OF THE UK,minor kissing,soap is sweet, toddler mentioned, implied fem reader but not confirmed, just cute stuff,uk slang / terms?? baby is like 4-5? maybe?,simon mentioned, petnames, reader is called sugartits

note; ever seen those babies with a scottish accent on tiktok??

two and a half weeks;

thats how long johnny has been away for, almost three weeks—and each day was as tiring, more draining and fear ridden, the tip of the pink marker crossing over the calendar labelled, ‘halloween’ caught your attention, lips sealing together as you listened to your darlings footsteps gently patter around downstairs.

throwing on your robe, you slowly left your bedroom—johhnys, bedroom. slumping down the stairs to the living room, where your beloved daughter had managed to lift a box of cereal, taking small handfuls of cheerios, smiling at you contently.

‘get your own brekkie?’

you chirped, kissing her forehead.

‘aye!’ got it.’

she nodded, accent fusing with her high voice, your hand gently combed over her messy hair, her pumpkin themed jammies barley hanging onto her body, chewing on the cereal.

‘come on, let’s get you proper meal.’

lifting the wiggly child, you wrestled her onto the table, setting her down atop it as you lifted a peppa pig themed bowl, filling it with cereal before pouring a bit of milk into it, handing the bowl to her as you lifted the spoon.

‘say ‘aahhh..’

‘don’t wan’et!’

the curly headed girl protested, whining as she gestured to her candybag with desperation, a sigh leaving your lips.

‘not good for you in the morning, honey.’

‘i want them!’

‘need to save some for daddy.’

‘when’s daddy back?’

‘soon, gorgeous.’

you reassured silently, helping her eat the cereal.

three weeks and two days;

that’s how long johnny has been gone, no word from him or his peers whatsoever.

you knew this could happen, he’s busy—in the military, no time; and that you shouldn’t overthink it, but it’s a natural thing that can’t be controlled or tamed, yet you had to accept it.

the soft buzz of the tv in the background was more comforting than that of the silence of your bedroom upstairs, busy sliding the school cardigan over her shoulders, you wiped her skirt down and gave her a soft smile.

‘look so pretty! you excited for your first day back?’

‘not really, nawww.,’

she shook her head, pigtails bouncing with the fluid motion.

‘gonna walk you to school today, okay?’

you gently hoisted her small frame into your arms, her bright eyes and toothy grin was a double of soap—sighing, you gently moved her fringe out of her eyes and kissed her chubby cheek, closing the front door behind you.

four weeks, and finally an update;

there was a knock at the door, around 7 or so— you had just finished cleaning the dinner plates from earliers feast, daughter busy drawing at the kitchen, you quickly threw off your gloves and walked to the door, slowly sliding the bolt across and opening it.

there, stood mactavish—a broad figure stood behind him, blonde hair buzzed with scars covering his face, but your attention was diverted onto soaps arm, wrapped in gauze and hanging from a sling.

‘johnny.’

you mewled weakly, arms wrapping around his neck in a flurry of emotions, sniffling into his neck; sighing and gently kissing his jaw.

‘what happened?’

‘wella-‘

‘idiot thought he could play superman on the field, shot in the forearm. fine, though.’

the blonde replied gruffly, slowly blinking.

‘broughta’guest, well…didnae’ really hava’ choice, came t’help mae’ with me’ gear.’

johnny shrugged, ruffling your hair and stepping inside the house, letting the stranger step behind him.

‘simon.’

he introduced himself briefly, nodding his head in acknowledgement before setting soaps gear down at the frontdoor.’

‘big’ol lad ere’ practically saved mae’ arse!’

the hawked man boasted, nudging his side with his sound arm.

‘thank you…for putting up with him.’

you smiled softly at simon.

an hour and 11 minutes;

simon , or ‘ghost’ was sunk into the soft cushioning of the sofa, listening to the child infront of him introduce the toy horses to him.

‘an’ this one’s..this ones dakota.’

‘dakota is..a lovely name, innit?’

‘aye!’

she nodded, reaching out to trace her fingers along his crooked nose, scars covering the pale skin of his face.

‘wha’ happened?’

you gasped in embarrassment, slapping her hand away from his face and pulling her back to you as you were walking past, just after lifting johnnys empty mug to dump it into the sink, now heading to tend to soaps needs again.

‘where on earth did your manners go?’

‘don’t worry—it’s fine.’

he reassured, waving you off with clear dismissal before lifting the small child to place her on his knee, bouncing it slightly as he explained.

meanwhile, johnny was sprawled across the sofa with exhaustion, eyes shut as his vision barely fixated onto the screen of the tele infront of him, pink blanket laid across him.

‘feeling any better, honey?’

you cooed gently, hand rubbing over his cheek dotingly, sat at the edge of the couch in worry as he mumbled, nodding slowly.

‘aye’..feelin’ much better, bonnie’…missed ye’, ye’knoe at’, right?’

‘i know that.’

‘good..didnae’ want ye’ te’feel like shite.’

with a wince, he shifted as you swatted his forehead—before your hands moved to comb over his mohawk, gently kissing his jaw.

‘may be sore, but you know you’re not allowed to curse when she’s awake.’

‘aye.. i know, lassie’.

two days, 23 minutes;

his hand free was slung over your bare hip, stirring as his lips connected with the back of your neck affectionately, gently kneading the plush of your stomach, his other hung by his stomach, wrapped in bandage.

‘awake?’

you whispered, slowly spinning over to stare up at him, hands cupping his face tenderly, stubble itching your lips as you pressed your lips against his, nuzzling into his chest.

‘aye..course’am’,sugartits.’

a hearty chuckle followed, teeth up your bottom lip, grazing the soft skin.

‘behave.’

‘or wha’?’

‘you have a sore arm, can’t.’

you insisted, kissing his collarbone.

‘course ye’ can, jest’ use your hand, besides—me’ good arms fucked, innit?’

‘arsehole.’

‘yae’luv’it.’

New life

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Hey I'm soo sorry for not updating for so long but school has really stressing me out 💀

I have a one week break next week and i will try to write more in that time <3

Tw: Angst, death (just a bit)

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"Are you alright?"

Are you? You don't know. Reality still waits to crush down onto you.

It's crazy how quickly a life can go from perfect to being completely destroyed. You don't even know when everything shad tarted to crumble down.

The days all feel the same now that he's gone. The light just disappeared.

You can still remember the way he looked at you while being covered in blood. His blood.

You wanted to scream at him for being so careless but you didn't have the energy.

You vision turned into gray when he uttered his last words. Ironically they were "I love you".

His funeral went by in a flash and so did the 3 years after it.

You are now standing on the balcony of the flat that he and you had shared. It feels empty. Cold.

Your thoughts turn clear as you felt a hand intertwining with yours. You look to your left to see Soap standing next to you. He holds a look of concern in his eyes, you notice.

Your small smile seems to make his tense stance to relax a bit.

"It's okay"

The words are quiet, barely noticeable but he hears them. A frown appears on his face when he sees the tears falling down your cheeks, waisting no time to wrap his arms around you.

You two stand there for some minutes trying to calm each other down.

"Dinner is ready. You coming?" Soap askes you softly, a hand cradling on side of you cheek.

"Yeah I'm coming in a minute"

He let's go of you with a smile and walks into the kitchen.

Throwing one last glance at the dark sky, you follow him. But you make a stop in front of your bedroom. The black skull masks still lays on the stool where he put it. You didn't have the heart or energy to put it away because of the fact that it's the only thing you have left of him. Your Simon.

Breaking your stare you enter the kitchen to see Johnny turning the pan with the food onto the dining table.

You lean against the doorway and admire him. He may never will be Simon but he's Johnny. And that makes him perfect.

Sensing your stare he turns around to meet it. A comfortable silence lingers between you before he winks you over.

You smile and take a step into your new life.

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Critique and tips for improvements are always welcome <33

(English isn't my first language so please excuse grammar mistakes)

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