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Ghost x GN! Reader SMUT

Breaking & Entering

This scenario was previously discussed and agreed to between you and Ghost. Everything that happens in this scenario has been carefully planned and talked about.

CW: (I tried to keep anything that might seem like dubcon to a minimum- reader does enjoy what is happening to them throughout the entire scenario!) mean! Ghost, teasing, pet names (doll, dolly, angel, angelface), talks of free use, creampie, mentions of multiple creampies, overstim, multiple orgasms, ghost plays the role as a stranger/burglar

“Are you sure, doll?” Your husband asked, caressing your cheek gently as he looked down at you. You held his hand into your own, leaning into his warm touch. “Of course hun, this was my idea.” You smirked, blushing slightly as scenario after scenario played in your head. The previous day, you brought up an idea to your husband to try and spice up your bedroom life.

You two had always discussed the idea of role playing, even watching films together to try and get inspiration. However, all that really came up was pizza delivery men, plumbers, etc. all too cheesy for you both. Then, you remembered what your husband did for a living. He’s probably broken into many homes, kicking in countless doors, all that. So, why not do something similar?

You two were making dinner together when you brought up the idea. Your words taking Ghost by surprise, though, as always it didn’t show on his face. “You want to, what?” Ghost put the knife down on the cutting board, giving you his full attention. “Act like a burglar love! But, instead of taking the money, you take me instead. Yeah?” You gave him a mischievous look, taking a step towards him and placed a hand on his chest. A low groan escaped Ghost, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you so he could kiss you properly. That night you two discussed what would take place, not completely as you wanted to keep an element as surprise for fun. Ghost assured you that if he was being too rough, you were completely free to use the safe word at anytime.

Today was the day, Ghost had left the house for personal reasons, but one of the surprises was that you’d never know what time he’d come home to act out this scenario, if he wanted to, he could come into the house not making a single noise, which is exactly what he’s planning.

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You were folding laundry on your bed, your favorite playlist playing in the background. It was a pretty relaxing day, you got a lot done. You cleaned all the dishes, vacuumed, even mopped. Once you were done with your laundry, you’d be able to relax for the day, aside from making dinner. It was around late November, so the sun was already beginning to set by the time you were folding laundry. What you didn’t know, is that someone was coming to intrude on your plans for that day. A tall and dark silhouette began to grow over your half closed door as the figure got ever closer to you, the music playing masking what little noise the figure made as he opened your door.

You were too preoccupied with folding laundry to notice the heavy breathing behind you, until you felt the warm breathes on the top of your head. You quickly turned around, but as soon as your eyes locked on the tall figure, a skull mask meeting your eyes, both his hands came and grabbed you.

The tall man pulled you into him, your back meeting his chest, he sat you down between his legs as he sat at the edge of your bed, one arm wrapped around your throat, his other hand on your forehead to keep you completely planted on his chest.

Your hands came up and clawed at his arms, kicking your feet and even trying to bite him, all fighting in vain of course, not like you wanted this to stop.

The first sound that came from the mysterious intruder was quiet shushing, the hand on your forehead trying to bring some faux comfort as his thumb gentle rubbed up and down.

“Wh..What do you want?” You finally asked, still clawing at the arm around your neck, more like a vise to keep you in place than to add pressure to your airway. “Money? I..I have money!” The man shushed you again, this time more assertively. You stopped talking, your breath extremely shaky, but you couldn’t help but notice the slight tingly feeling in your gut and between your thighs.

“I don’t want money, angelface.” His voice was very deep, and raspy, you noticed the British accent that rang through the room, not helping with the situation between your legs.

“I want you.” Quickly, the intruder manhandled you, moving your body on his lap the way he wanted to. The hand on your forehead came off, now that entire arm wrapped around your waist as he moved you slightly to the left, the other arm that was around your neck now off, the hand on that arm coming to your face, squishing your cheeks together and leaned your face up to look at him better, or rather, his mask.

It was an all black balaclava, a skull stitched onto it, but you could see two beautiful dark eyes surrounded by black makeup underneath. You could see the lust that glazed over the man’s eyes as you finally looked at him completely, you looked like a deer in headlights to him; big glassy eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“Me?” You asked in confusion, though your voice slightly muffled from the grip he had on your face.

The man leaned down closer to you, and you finally noticed just how much bigger this man was compared to you, his arms almost like a cocoon around your body.

“Yes you, dolly, I’ve been watching you.” He moved your face from left to right, examining you as if he’s never seen your face so close before. Mumbling a, “s’pretty” before he spoke up again, “watching you s’much, wanted to rob you, but you just looked so cute, wanted you instead.”

The look you gave him as he spoke confirmed that you were as into this as he was, making him chuckle and smile under his mask, he wanted to tease you. “You like this, dolly? You like a dangerous man like me, breaking in like I own the place, n’ telling you how pretty you are? Hm?” You couldn’t deny that this was all definitely turning you on, how could you? That deep voice, those big hands and veiny arms, those sweet and sinful words.

You nodded shyly, looking anywhere but at the burglar, not wanting to face him.

The man gently tapped your cheek, muttering a, “look at me.”

Your heart rate started to pick up, you were way too embarrassed to look at him.

The hand on your face now letting go and now latching onto your neck, the arm around your waist letting go slightly, a hand now coming up and resting on your chest.

“Look. At. Me.” You couldn’t ignore the way your thighs clenched at his demand, his voice going down an octave. He couldn’t ignore it either. You swallowed thickly and finally looked at the man again as he demanded, looking even more pathetic to him from your embarrassment.

He knew in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to see if you sound just as pathetic too, taking the opportunity and quickly pinched your nipple, causing you to let out a surprised gasp and slight, quiet groan.

“Oh dolly,” he sighed, your noise going right to his dick, “you have no idea how dumb I’m going to make you tonight.”

Without a second thought, the man stood up and threw you onto the bed, taking his shirt off and looked down at you, chuckling again as he saw your eyes rake up and down. “Like what you see?” He teased, grabbing your ankles and lifting them onto his chest, wanting easier access to you. The tall man leaned down, one arm snaking underneath you, the other planted next to your head.

Without a second thought, the man lifted his mask to the bridge of his nose, and dove in to kiss you on your neck.

Sure he thought your little whimpers were cute, but he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

Soon those little kisses turning into nibbles, and those nibbles full on hickeys and playful bites.

You tried your best to hold in your noises, and he did think your efforts to withhold them were admirable, but he was just too eager. The hand that was on the side of your head slowly traveled down your body, finding your underwear and made quick work to rub your most sensitive spot.

Finally an actual moan escaped you, a satisfied sigh leaving the man, “finally,” he whispered into your neck, “you sound so sweet dolly, bet you taste s’ sweet too.”

Both his arms retracted back to him, looking down at his work, pride swelling into his chest as he saw his bites all over your neck, already red and purple.

Then, he gripped the underneath of your knee, pushing your legs closer to your stomach as they spread for him. You felt his bulge press against you in his pants, a very noticeable blush rising on your face as he felt it.

The man saw your embarrassment and chuckled again, “not yet pet, fragile thing like you needs prep.” You then felt the man’s large gloved hands rub you over your underwear, somehow knowing all the right places to touch and rub you, choking on your moans and wiggling your hips from the way he played with you.

His other hand slapped your thigh, not enough to make you wince, but enough for you to get he message that he wanted you yo stay still.

“Oh fuck, m’ trying promise..” you whimper, gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he rubbed a particularly good spot. “Oh please, more?” You asked, stomach shaking from your jittery breathes.

“More? More what?” The man asked, wanting you to beg and use your words.

“In me? Need you, please?” You really tried to use your words, but the magic fingers this man had was molding your mind into useless puddy. The man then looked down at the wetness between your legs in consideration, but decided to indulge you since he knew you were already going dumb. He scooted back to give himself room, pulling your underwear down your legs and threw them on the floor, now having full view and access to the complete mess he caused.

Now his full attention was on your sensitive bits and his goal was to make your mind completely melt at his touch. Eagerly both his hands delved between your legs, one of his hands paid attention to your most sensitive bundle of nerves, the other teasing the outside of your hole, stopping completely when you squirmed too much for his liking. This went on got what felt like hours, when really in was about twenty minutes of nonstop pleasure and teasing, only to completely stop when you were mindlessly begging for him to get inside you.

“Need more,” you whined, lifting your head and looked at him with tears threatening to spill down your flushed, pink cheeks. The most depraved part though? Twenty minutes of his teasing and he never let you cum, not once, not yet.

Ghost gently tapped your bundle of nerves, making you jolt and gasp, your breathing beginning to shake again.

“You know you need use your words, dolly.” He grumbled, hands leaving you as he stood back up, taking his belt off.

The sound of metal clinking caused you to lift your head to watch as the man began to take his pants off, seeing them fall to the floor as he was now only dressed in grey boxers.

The imprint of how snugly his cock was pushing against the fabric made you feel like you were drooling, you could already tell it would be enough to make you lose your mind.

He noticed how mesmerized you were with him, he also noticed how you slowly started to get up on the bed. The tall man crossed his thick and veiny arms over his chest, his eyes following you as you placed your hands on his hips.

He knew what you wanted to do, but you were getting too cocky for his taste, you felt confident enough to get up off the bed without him telling you to, coming up and touching him as you wanted. Nuh uh.

His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing as a hand quickly grabbed your neck, squeezing tightly for your jaw to start feeling fuzzy; only letting go when you began to claw at his arm, throwing you back onto the bed once more.

Ghost hastily took his boxers off, grabbing your legs and lifting them both onto his shoulders, a hand shaking down behind your head and gripped your hair at the roots, tugging down to present your neck to him.

You could feel his large cock rub against your hole teasingly, his hips rocking against you deliciously. “You think you can get whatever you want? Think you can touch me when you want?” He asked, shaking your head ‘no’ for you with your hair, his tone mockingly sweet as he said, “no, no you can’t, poor thing.”

You winced and whined from the white hot pain from your scalp, growing ever wetter from the pain. You felt like you were going to cum if he just put the tip in, your mind was foggy, barely any thoughts running through your head, all you wanted was to cum, you’d do anything for it.

Fuck me,” you whispered, another moan leaving you as the man began to bite at your neck again, the rocking of his hips and his cock rubbing against you getting a bit faster. “Fuck me, please, do anything t’ cum,” you begged, you were so desperate for it you were willing to throw your dignity out the window.

Your hands came up and gripped his shoulders, then wrapping around his neck before you finished by saying, “use me, fuck me, please I’ll do anything just..just let me cum.”

Ghost was very pleased, he hasn’t even fucked you yet and you’re already begging for him to use you, and he was going to show you just how easy it is for him to use you exactly how he wants, to move you like the little doll you are for him.

Grabbing you again by the neck, he turned you so your stomach was on the bed, then grabbing your hips and lifting them in the air, placing his legs in between yours to keep your spread open for him, and he finished by grabbing your arms, both his hands grabbing your upper arms in a vise.

Leaning over, his breath was back on your neck, “want me to use you? Yeah?” He ever so gently and slowly put his tip at your entrance, putting the tip in like he had all the time in the world. “Could use a new toy like you, ruin you over and over all I want.”

Ghost took one last deep breath before he plunged the rest of his cock inside of you, bottoming out without a care left in the world, but, he didn’t start thrusting yet. He needed one more thing from you before he could.

“Just say yes, and you’ll be a little toy for me, one I can fuck and ruin whenever I want. My own personal cum dump, a toy I can unload time and time again till my heart’s content. Say yes and you won’t have another thought in that pretty head again.”

You were crying at this point, your legs already shaking, you could taste your orgasm on your tongue, you felt like screaming you were so desperate. Frantically you nodded, saying “yes” and “please” over and over again.

Ghost shushed you again, and then finally after all that waiting, began to thrust into you. There was no time for him to be gentle with you, he knew you needed to cum, and he knew he wanted you to be absolutely dumb and fucked out.

His pace was both hard and fast, if anyone was to walk in they’d think Ghost hated you the way he battered your hole. Big gloved hands dug and squeezed your arms, dwarfing them compared to him. Your head hung low as you didn’t have the strength to keep it up, pathetic moans leaving your mouth as the burglar in your house used you how he wanted. Quickly and suddenly your orgasm finally came, a silent scream escaping you as your body became ridged, legs shaking and threatening to give out as the man was so kind as to fuck you through it.

He could feel your legs shaking, clicking his tongue in pity as he knew you couldn’t stay up. Letting go of your arms, he let your upper body drop onto the bed, your hips still up in the air. Ragged and shaking breathes leaving your mouth, body occasionally twitching. After a minute, you tried to get up off the bed, only to be shoved back down by a hand on the back of your neck, knowing what you were feeling was the tip of his cock back at your entrance.

You whined and tried to crawl away from him, only to feel the man grab your thigh and pull you back to him, growling a, “not going anywhere. Having properly used you yet.” Ghost then got into position, sitting up and leaning over your weak body, one hand wrapping around the back of your throat to keep you in place, the other resting on the bed next to you.

He resumed his brutal pace on your fucked out body, keeping you in place as he used you for his own pleasure. He could feel that his own orgasm was coming around, looking down and fully indulging in how wonderful you felt around him.

“Want me to come back, dolly? I know you’re, oh fuck, you’re home all day. Come back whenever I want, s’ tight- use you how I want, where I want. Y’like that?” His thrusts were getting a lot quicker, but with a lot less rhythm, not like you really cared or noticed, being too lost and dumbed out on his cock to really think. “Y’want the big bad burglar to have his way with you again? Come back to use n’ ruin you load after load?”

Your only response to his pleasure induced ranting was just loud moans, the occasional curse being the only words you can form.

Finally, you felt his hips stutter, finally pounding into you a lot more slowly, but hard and with purpose. You felt the man spill his cum inside of you, fucking it into you and keeping you plugged with his cock for a moment.

And when you thought it was over, he just began thrusting again. You cried out, another orgasm reaching you as you felt this had lasted forever. “Mercy!” You cried, gripping and pawing at the bedsheet beneath you.

Ghost let out a low laugh, lifting your head by your neck and placed a loving kiss on your cheek before shoving you back down on the bed. “My dumb dolly wants mercy? I think you just want another load.”

apologies, apologies MDNI

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female!reader

wc: 3,640

co-written with @ems_tpwk!!

During a mission, you ignore your sergeant’s orders. Back at base, you provide him with an apology in return.

“Shit– They're gaining ground on us!”, your radio shrieked. You and Gaz were behind a collapsed wall, taking cover as bullets whipped right by their heads. Price was in another building with Ghost and Soap flanking him. To say the pain radiating off your entire body was bad would be an understatement. More like excruciating. You could feel bruises blooming on your thighs, arms, chest, and even on the side of your head. The mission wasn't going as planned, defending a military base and then getting out. It was supposed to be easy, especially with five heavily trained SAS soldiers, who passed top of their class. Even though, you called in backup as the five of you were losing the fight fast. Your brain was scrambling to find a solution to this, and it couldn't find a safe way out.

Gaz had a nagging gut feeling that you would use one of your stupid and dangerous ideas, and had already given you an order not to do any of them. He wasn't about to risk your life over a dumbass suggestion. He assumed you would ask for cover while focusing on one enemy, instead, you didn't give warning before you reloaded your gun and quickly retreated from your position into the clear to shoot at the hostiles, uncovered. As you filed multiple rounds into their vests, arms, and heads, you heard Gaz’s booming voice through the radio, yelling at you to stop and get back to position immediately. As your mind was preoccupied with something else, you didn't pay attention to his orders. When you did, you heard that he wanted you back where you were, in position, covered.

The hostiles fell like dominoes as you fired through them, bullets dropping on the floor with a sharp, high-toned noise. You stopped shooting as the last one fell, and lowered your gun slightly, which was smoking and almost orange-colored from the heat of the bullets. You breathed heavily, looking at your sergeant, who had a concerned and irritable expression on his face.

You quickly looked away and called for Price’s status on their building, feeling your face heat up with a blush as moments passed. The radio responded with a quick and stern “clear”. You nod to yourself as Gaz retreats from his position, and it's clear that he has something to say. He doesn't act on it and speaks into the radio. “Approaching extraction point now” Gaz speaks up as he starts walking at a quick pace toward and up the staircase, expecting you to follow suit behind him. You follow from a safe distance as you rendezvous at the heli point. As you both approach the roof, the rest of the team gives you looks. You stop right next to Gaz, the irritation on his face clear. They all turn to you for an answer, confused about why he seems so ticked off.

You shifted uncomfortably as you tried to voice what happened, Gaz glaring daggers at you to tell the entire story. As you did, Nikolai landed the heli and you all got on, as you continued your story nonstop. As you were finishing up your story with a quiet voice, you could hear Soap and Price mumbling to themselves about the same thing Gaz did- a stupid fucking idea. Ghost spoke up, his voice a little raw from all the commands yelled into the radio from earlier.

“We all know that wasn’t a smart idea, what you did back there, Y/N.” The way he was standing outside of the light filtering into the helicopter, only the whites of his eyes and his mask showing made him seem like a real ghost. “We all trust that you won’t do that again. No matter what orders you are given, or which you aren’t.” He glanced at Garrick at that last part, noting he ordered you multiple times to retreat back into position.

“Y/N, disobeying orders from and squad member is against protocol training.” Price added, stepping closer to the both of you who were sitting down. “You will be given disciplinary orders when we get back to base,” His gaze flicked to you, with a spiteful and annoyed glint in his eyes. “Which may include saying out of missions until monitored and approved to return.” You noticed Gaz shifted uncomfortably as Price spoke of the punishments, but you played it off by thinking he was just uncomfortable and wanted to take a shower or something.

Stepping out of your captain's office was relieving, and you let out a sigh that you didn't realize you were holding in. Holding the booklets of papers you needed to read through though? Not exactly. You pressed the back of your head on the door as you sighed, and you finally faced the hole in your chest for your sergeant. He saw you risk yourself, your life, for no reason. The bare minimum would be to apologize.

Standing up straight and stepping out of the hallway, you went straight for the barracks. You passed countless doors before staring at the gold sign, plastered with his name, “KYLE GARRICK”. Knocking on the door, keeping the booklet behind you hidden, you hold your breath. Was he even in there? Would he even hear you out? You don't know if you'd survive that much embarrassment.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you saw the door handle jiggle, then open. You glanced up at the man who opened the door, with a broad chest with arms crossed in front. He didn't seem happy at all to see you, and you held your tongue before anxiety got the best of you.

“I- uhm… Kyle, I need to apologize for what I did today. I should've obeyed your orders, and I should not have done that. I won't risk myself like that in the future, I swear on my life.” Stumbling over your words was a sure way to get him to accept your apology, great job. Your face felt hot and red, as you felt the booklet of papers get wet from your sweaty palms.

“Really now? Maybe it's too late for an apology.” His face was blank, and he seemed bored and out of it. He was very obviously annoyed by your presence, but you needed to salvage your friendship with him in one way or another. As you glanced up at his face, you noticed his face got softer. Considerable softer, for someone whos supposed to be very pissed off at you.

“I don't think I overreacted for what you did, Y/N… but I forgive you. Just don't try that shit again, alright? Come on in.” His voice carried around you like a warm hug, and you broke into a huge grin as you capture him into a tight hug. His chuckles reverberated through you, as he grabbed you by your inner thighs to pull you up. He held you with one arm, holding you like a sack of potatoes as he shut the door with you pressed up against it. You could hear the little “click” of the lock. His face was right up to yours, and you could feel his breath on your face, your noses almost touching.

“Would you mind showing me how sorry you are, my love?”

You could feel his hand snake up your thigh, teasing you through your pants. Looking at where his hand was placed, where it was pulling you closer, you nod. Gaz grins, his hand riding up your leg to under your shirt where they run over the fabric of your bra, which in turn rubs against the sensitive skin of your breast, and eventually to your nipple. 

You bite your lip to stop moans spilling out of your mouth as his fingers softly rub against your sensitive skin, his eyes trained on yours as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear that just keep getting you wetter and wetter and wetter. As he pressed his midriff to your waist, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly. You held his shoulders, loosing your grip as his hands managed to take off his shirt, and then yours. Your hands slid down the soft skin of his chest, which was littered with scars, little pepperings of curly chest hair, and cut with muscles galore.

It was obvious he was holding back with you, but you weren’t having any of it. Your hands slid up his chest, to his neck then to the sides of his head where your fingers were tangled in the short, black curls on his head. His brown eyes glinted with lust, as you stared deep into them.

“Kyle. Stop with that bullshit and fuck me.” You barely finished your sentence before he kissed you roughly, his tongue sliding against yours as you held his head. Your smile grew against his face as you felt the stubble of a mustache tickle into your top lip. The little scars on his lips, and the taste of the mint toothpaste he always used.

As you pulled apart, you realized he had moved you to his bed, where he had left you on the edge with your legs splayed open. He dropped to his knees and looked up at you with needy, lust-filled eyes. You broke into another goofy smile and nodded, and you could feel his hands already going to town on your belt and cargoes. He pulled them down, staring at your pink panties which already had an obvious wet spot on them.

You leaned onto your elbows to watch him, giving you a perfect view of him and how he was staring at you with hooded eyes, and how he bit his bottom lip with anticipation when he thought about your aching cunt. In a heartbeat, he had pulled down your panties and they were on the floor, fallen somewhere. 

You were too busy thinking about how handsome he looked in between your knees, to not realize his head was already in between your legs until you felt his hair tickling your belly button, his nose nudging your clit. You held in a moan, threading your fingers into his hair, to find any bit of purchase.

He licked a stripe up your cunt, slick collecting on the tip of his tongue as he licked right curled on your clit. He moaned at the taste of you; before taking the small bud in his mouth and sucking as he swallowed all the juices you had made. 

The way the stubble on his upper lip tickled you down there, it was breathtaking. His hands had curled around your legs, pulling you impossibly closer to his face as little whimpers left his mouth, sending vibrations right to your brain. The smell of arousal made the air in the room thick, and your moans got louder and louder as you chased your high.

The sly man in between your thighs removed one of his hands holding your thighs, to go under his chin to tease your tense hole. He let go of your clit, just to lick your cunt again. He spat on your hole, your knees fluttering from the sudden feeling. His fingers worked their way into your hole, your walls fluttering about his thick, calloused fingers. You clenched around them, softly moaning as they went deeper into you.

"Fuck darling, you’re so tight for me..”

As he flattened his tongue out, he pressed it on your clit as he just barely moved it from side to side. The coil inside of you just got tighter and tighter, abdomen flexing and pulling taut. Your legs shook, almost seeing new constellations. The pleasure was overwhelming, and your moans could’ve made you star in a porno with the way he was eating you out. His fingers curled into that gummy spot, making that coil snap in half, and making you come.

You practically screamed as he didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers as you came, your slick being pushed in and out from his relentless fingers. You were panting as he pulled back, watching as he licked his fingers with a pussydrunk smile on his face. He had seemed like he just ate the best meal money could buy, and he didn’t seem mad about it.

“Garrick.. god, fuck, my lord.” In the midst of having your soul sucked out of you, he had unzipped his cargoes, slipping them off as he grabbed his cock. He was staring at you with hooded eyelids over closet eyes, as he fisted his length as soft whimpers left his mouth. You both got up, and your eyes widened at the size of him that was right in front of you. He was long and big, with a dark pink tip, and chances were you wouldn’t be able to fit him all.

He smirked as you stared at the sheer size of him, watching as bubbles of precome slip out of his slit. You watched it bob and glanced up at Kyle before moving to your knees. You replaced his hand with yours, pumping his length a few times before leaning down and taking the tip in your mouth.

His pre-come tasted oddly salty, but you could care less. You sucked on it a bit, before taking him deeper, getting half his length down your throat. You were almost gagging, but you continued until you physically couldn’t take more. You held the rest with your free hand, the other finding purchase on his thigh. You bounced your mouth once, twice, and thrice up and down, tears pricking the back of your eyes. His hands tangled into your hair, his fingers softly massaging your scalp as your tongue rubbed under him.

You closed your eyes as you bottomed out, holding back your gagging as he hit the back of your throat. Your hands were holding onto his thighs as you sucked as best you could, staying there until tears fell and you needed more air. You pulled back, a hand going to replace your mouth as you regained yourself. You put him right back into your mouth, the free hand going down to the base to carefully massage his balls, making him curse, his abs tighten and his breath quicken. You quickly pulled back, opening your mouth with a pop as his tip rested on your tongue, coating your mouth with his come.

The corners of your mouth pulled up as he threw his head back, the view from where you were was majestical. You stare at him as you snake a hand down your body, slipping them into your newly slicked folds. You rub your clit as you watch him recover, staring right back at you.

You’re about to speak when he presses his lips to yours roughly, hands sliding to your hips as he pushes you, making you fall back on the bed. It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rough either. Your hands wrap around the base of his neck as the kiss deepens, his hands beginning to wander up and down your chest, from your shoulder down to your lower abdomen. They start drifting to your back, going up slightly till you feel his hands undo the clasp on your bra. It undoes, and he quickly pulls it off to the side.

You reached down and pulled his cargoes most of the way off, your legs helping the rest of the way as they fall pretty much to his ankles. Your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue mingles with yours, the familiar taste of cigarettes creeping into your mouth. His hands drift to your breasts, going from palming them to squeezing as his thumb runs across your nipple every so often, making you shudder.

He breaks the kiss quickly to reach a hand over to his nightstand drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, you watch in pure lust and admiration as he effortlessly rolls it onto himself. You're surprised you aren't drooling at this point with the way you're looking at him. His cock rests in your inner thigh, dragging his dick up and down your slick folds.

You could tell that he was taking his sweet ass time enjoying this, and as much as you were too, you couldn't wait any longer. You break the kiss to speak, “ Kyle, I swear to god, if you don't fuck me right now this instant I’m gonn-” You're cut off by a sharp inhale and gasp as he pushed into you with no warning, one thrust was all it took to be fully inside of you, as he waited for your walls to adjust to his size before he started to slowly move.

You whined out as he was going detrimentally slow, your nails making red lines down his back as your hips bucked in need of more. He can sense you’re about to protest about his speed, a smirk falling on his face as he slams into you with so much force you get pushed further to the headboard, the bedframe creaking.

Involuntary moans and small whimpers are spilling out of your lips as his thrusts get faster and more harsh. Your nails sink into his broad shoulders, your arching back pushing your two stomachs together. “Oh my god.” 

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N..” he murmurs into the crook of your neck as he keeps his pace. His lips press against your collarbone, kissing up your neck until they meet yours and they crush together in a mind-numbing kiss. If his rough thrusts didn’t make you feel like jello, that kiss surely did. He removes the hand that was gently massaging your breasts and slowly trails it down between your mingled bodies, pressing a firm thumb against your swollen clit as he rubs it in small circles until your back arches as much as his chest will let you. You have no choice but to stop your end of the kiss as you can’t keep your jaw from opening slightly in pleasure. 

He hums against your parted lips. his lips drift down to the spot on your neck right under your ear as he whispers breathlessly, “You gonna come all over my cock, Y/N? Cmon, give it to me…” as those words leave his lips your entire body tightens and you let out soft curses and moans as you mumble his name almost incoherently as your orgasm hits you like a truck. 

His soft lips press a small kiss on your forehead before grabbing your hips and flipping you over to where you’re now laying on top of him, his cock still hard and desperate as he stays buried to the hilt inside of you. 

"That was...”, you pant. "You are...Did you finish?"

“Not yet my love. m’ wanna watch you ride me..” He pants slightly as he gives you the slightest cheeky smile. Your eyes glimmer and a light smirk crawls onto your lips at his words. 

You sit up from his chest so you‘re now straddling his waist as your hands brace on his abs. You then slowly pull up on his dick, then at the same pace you slide yourself down achingly slow on his dick, taking every inch as you let out the faintest moan as your head tosses back. You continue the process lifting yourself up and down at a steady pace, not to tire yourself out too quickly as you feel his muscles flex under the weight of your palms. 

He tries to keep control and let you keep your pace but he can’t hold it in anymore. His hips snap up to meet every single one of your downward thrusts. you fall forward onto his chest as you mutter breathlessly, “Oh god..fuck right there…” He bucks his hips up, going a bit faster than your original pace as your hips still match his every thrust. 

You spit out incoherent mumbles as your thighs begin to burn and shake. You go to warn him about your quickly approaching high, but you’re too late as your entire body convulses and you instinctively bury your face in his neck to conceal your moans and whines as you come. He lets out strings of groans and curses mingled with your name as he finishes alongside you, keeping your body tightly pressed to his chest. 

After a few seconds of heavy pants and sighs he carefully flips you over so he’s back on top of you and pulls out slowly not to hurt you or make you more sensitive. He reaches a hand down and discards the used condom, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead before moving off of you and the bed, walking to the bathroom to get a towel. 

He comes back to the bed and parts your legs slightly, wiping you down. Your knees involuntarily twitch inward in sensitivity. He smiles and gives a light chuckle as he continues wiping you down. After he’s finished he tosses the towel aside and looks for your scattered clothing. 

You maneuver yourself upward into a sitting position as he hands you your clothing. You smile up at him and start to get dressed not with everything you came in, but to where you aren’t fully naked. He does the same thing and then climbs into bed next to you, pulling you flush against his chest. you bury your head into his chest as you smile. 

“Was that a good enough apology?” You look up at him, your eyes slightly droopy from your previous experience, giving him a sleepy smile. He returns the expression, looking down at you with the same smile. “the best one you could’ve possibly given.” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

thank you all for reading!!

strawberry milkshake MDNI

John "Soap" Mactavish x Female!Reader

wc: 1,619

co-written with @emstpwkk!!

Your period cramps are more painful than normal. Fortunately, your boyfriend comes home early just in time to help.

Laying down on your couch after your last day for a while from your shitty job was great, especially when you get to finish that one series you've been meaning to watch. Especially when you get away from creepy coworkers, who always ask to drive you home, or to share a cig with you. You didn't even smoke!

It would be a dream night, eating ice cream out of the tub while watching TV if you weren't on your goddamn period.

You had a history of horrible, mind-breaking period cramps, which led to a heavier flow than most other women you knew. They were so bad that when you were younger, you missed school days and had to leave sleepovers early. But thankfully, you had an out to these problems. Once you got older, you fell in love with Johnny. A Scottish SAS soldier with a mohawk. He had helped you through them each time, and it was like he had memorized them to know exactly when to take off his lifesaving duties to help you.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the case, and you were curled up in the fetal position, holding your knees tight to your chest as you tried to distract yourself from the pain. You had taken pain medication before, but it seemed like it didn't work anymore.

Soap was currently on a mission somewhere in the country, which means he couldn't help you this time. He was supposed to be back a long time ago, but apparently, his mission had gone longer. It had been months since he’s left and you haven’t had him to help.

You had let go of your knees and were clutching your lower abdomen like a vice, trying to ignore the full-body shocks of pain that waved across your body as you writhed in pain, trying to distract you with the playing TV in front of you.

You groaned and let out little whines as the cramps kept hitting you like a truck nonstop, barely even letting you breathe. You try to focus on the TV, but the creak of the unoiled door breaks your trance. You know it would probably be Soap, but you still get up and check anyway. As you leave the spot where you've been curled up in agony for the past few hours, you peak the corner and notice a big, burly, and very handsome Scottish man shrugging his coat off. You sigh in relief and smile as you inch closer, as Soap notices you. He smiled right back, his dimples framing his smile.

You stay quiet as you slowly close the distance between you two, and he immediately knows what to do. He opens up his arms and engulfs you in a hug, kissing your hair as you two stay there. This wasn't normal for you, since you'd usually be waiting for him in the living room or your bedroom.

“What's all this for?” He looks down into your eyes and grabs your face to make eye contact as he asks.

“I'm in pain,” is all you mumble out as you tilt your head back down to nuzzle into his chest. A tinge of fear flows through him and he immediately adopts a concerned look on his face, as he checks your body for physical injuries.

“What's wrong bonnie— Are you hurt somewhere?” His tone was a mix of concern and confusion as he looked you up and down, even turning you around. You smile gently as you shake your head no, explaining what you meant.

“No no no Johnny, I'm not hurt. I'm bleeding profusely.” He stares at you for a few seconds, before understanding what you meant. He lets out a faint sound of acknowledgment before pulling you closer to his chest, “Sorry lass, the mission ran a little longer than expected..” he explains before a huge cocky grin appears on his face as he leaves more kisses on top of your head.

“Johnny… what are you planning?” You ask as he leaves soft kisses on your face before he speaks in an amused tone.

“Y'know lass, I saw somethin’ on the internet sayin-“ You cut him off with a giggle and place your hand on his mouth to silence him, already knowing where that was heading.

“No!” You say with giggles falling out of your mouth, covering your face with your free hand as it turns pink. He tilted his head like a pup, wondering what was soo wrong with his great idea. “I'm not having sex with you while I'm quite literally bleeding everywhere! We’ll stain the bed and the sheets!”

He grabs my hand off his mouth and brings it down to his chest. “It’ll help ye wi yer cramps! Promise, okay?” He hugs you tighter, before letting you go to take off the rest of his duty clothesline. You try to argue, claiming that you would make a big mess everywhere. He cuts you off with a click of his tongue, saying “An'll clean it up. Towels exist.”

This mindless silly arguing dragged on for a few more minutes until he finally convinced you to let him help out differently. His smirk only got bigger once you agreed, quickly grabbing you by your thighs as he hoisted you up around his waist as he walked to the bedroom. He kept himself busy, spreading kisses all over your face.

He sat you on the side of the bed and got some towels from the cabinet, laying them out on the bed before laying you on top of them. You rest your hips on them as he stripped himself of his clothes. First his shirt, then his cargo pants. His chest was littered with scars, some small, some large. One even started from the middle of his torso to his back. Your eyes were drifting down his body when you caught sight of him fishing himself out of his underwear. He was heavy in his hands as he started to fist his cock as he stepped closer to the bed, frothy precum dribbling out of his foreskin.

You quickly jumped into motion at the sight, pulling your shirt over your head and sliding the thigh-length pajama shorts off of you, along with your panties. You instinctively went to close your legs, but Johnny stopped you with a click of his tongue. His hands went to your knees, spreading them apart to either side of his hips.

He smiled as he slotted himself in between your thighs, his blue eyes looking over your curves. “All this for me, lass?”

You tightened your hold against his sides as he grabbed a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding the rubber onto himself as he stared at your slick, red folds.

“Aye bonnie… I'm too lucky to have you…” His voice was rough as he pressed his swollen red, angry head into your clit. You bite down on a moan, eyes almost rolling to the back of your skull as he rubbed circles with his tip on your clit. It was a subtle gesture, but it felt so good that you couldn't help but softly moan. He dipped his cockhead into your slit as he collected your fluids, pressing right up against your hole as he carefully pushed into you with almost no resistance.

“Come on lass, tha’s it, biiiig stretch…” As he pulled out, his dick was coated with streaks of red wrapped in your mixed fluids. His hands softly found your hips as he started to bounce into you slowly at first before quickly picking up the pace, the skin-to-skin contact echoing throughout the room along with Johnny's soft praises in your ear. You couldn't feel much of anything other than your cervix being kissed by his tip, and the burn on his hips meeting yours.

Your eyelids were screwed tight from the pleasure, your head tipped back slightly as moans melted into the sounds in the room, his pace not stopping or faltering. Your eyes flew open before falling into a half-lidded state as he pinched and softly twisted at your clit, then soothing it with soft circular strokes.

He lifted your legs higher as his chest met yours, his breath fanning your ear as your nipples rubbed against his chest. You gripped onto his shoulder blades, dragging your nails down his back, in an attempt to find purchase.

He didn't slow down as he stuffed his cock into you, deeper than you ever thought possible. The fluids mixed on his dick and inside you made it comically easy to fuck, his dick was sliding in and out faster and faster as more precum dribbled into the condom.

“Fuck- s-so close-” His words got swallowed up as his breath got caught n his throat, his brows furrowing as his thrusts got more needy. He came into the rubber and felt his eyes roll back, whimpering as he pressed his forehead onto yours. You soon followed him and came, feeling small droplets dripping from his waist to yours.

You both panted, and he carefully pulled out to dispose of the condom and clean you up. Minutes later after he switched out the towels, throwing the dirty ones in a corner to be dealt with later, gave you fresh panties, and gave you snacks and water, did he join you on the bed for snuggles. You were finishing up a bag of chips as he kissed you softly on your cheek, nuzzling into your hair. You were maybe pancaking him, but he didn’t mind. He wrapped his arms around you as he slowly fell asleep, exhaustion catching up to him. You held his hands as you fell asleep, without any cramps.

thank you for reading!!

Been thinking about going back to my routes. Writing for Call of Duty while still writing for K-pop. After all, it is what 1/3 of this blog was originally made of before I cleared it and switched to K-pop... if this gets 5 likes I'm doing it.

Alright, it got more than 5 likes. I'm posting a fluffy Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Y/n story in about 1.5 hours. I'm just putting finishing touches on it. I'm excited! 🥰

Been thinking about going back to my routes. Writing for Call of Duty while still writing for K-pop. After all, it is what 1/3 of this blog was originally made of before I cleared it and switched to K-pop... if this gets 5 likes I'm doing it.

💀𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.💀

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝔀/ 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽, 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱

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𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 5 𝓶𝓲𝓷 24 𝓼𝓮𝓬

💀𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.💀

Ghost was sitting quietly in the makeshift barracks, his thoughts a whirlwind of adrenaline and exhaustion from their recent mission. His gaze drifted around the room, taking in the faces of his fellow teammates—Soap, Gaz, and Price—all of whom were showing signs of fatigue after the intense operation.

His eyes eventually landed on Y/n, who was sitting quietly on a cot not too far from him. She looked just as exhausted as the rest of them. Still, there was something different about her expression - a hint of vulnerability beneath the stern mask she wore.

Ghost couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her. Y/n was a tough soldier, every bit as skilled as any of his male teammates. But despite her strength and independence, he knew that the mission had taken a toll on her just as it had on all of them.

He watched as Y/n sat on the edge of her makeshift bed; her shoulders slumped slightly as she stared off into space. Ghost couldn't help but admire her strength and resilience, but he also couldn't ignore the weary look in her eyes.

As the minutes ticked by, Ghost's gaze remained fixed on Y/n, watching as she seemed to retreat further into her thoughts. It was clear that the stress of the mission had left her drained, and she was struggling to process everything that had happened.

Despite the fact that they were both wearing face masks, Ghost could tell that Y/n was close to her breaking point. He could see it in the tight set of her shoulders, in the way her eyes had a distant, unfocused look.

Ghost could feel the pull of a strange, protective instinct within him. He had never been one to show much emotion, but something about Y/n's vulnerability at that moment tugged at his heartstrings.

Without saying a word, he stood up from his seat and walked slowly over to where Y/n was sitting. She looked up as he approached, surprise flickering across her weary face.

"You okay?" Ghost asked gruffly, his normally stoic expression softened with a hint of concern. He dropped down to sit on the edge of her cot, his eyes never leaving her face.

Y/n gave him a small, tired smile. "Yeah," she said, her voice raspy with exhaustion. "Just...just tired, I guess."

Ghost studied her for a moment, his gaze sharp and perceptive. He could tell that there was more to it than just exhaustion, but he didn't press. Instead, he just nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.

"We all are," he said quietly, his voice gruff but gentle. "That mission was a hell of a ride."

Y/n nodded in silent agreement, her weary eyes meeting his. They sat there in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the base around them faded to background noise as they both took comfort in each other's presence.

"You did good out there," Ghost said suddenly, his voice almost a whisper. "You were in the thick of it, and you held your own."

"Never thought I would get a compliment from you Ghost," Y/n replied tiredly.

Ghost let out a soft huff of a laugh. "Don't get used to it," he muttered, his eyes still trained on her face. "But you deserve credit where credit is due."

Y/n chuckled softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You, giving out compliments? Something must be seriously wrong," she teased, her voice laced with exhaustion and humor.

Ghost rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Don't push your luck," he warned, but there was no real heat behind his words.

They fell into silence again, but it was less tense now. There was a sort of comfort in the quiet. After several moments, Y/n spoke up, her voice soft. "Hey, Ghost?"

Ghost turned his head to look at her, his gaze focused. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice gruff but attentive.

Y/n took a shuddering breath, her eyes fixed on his. "Can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost raised an eyebrow slightly but nodded, his expression curious. "Sure," he said. "What is it?"

Y/n fidgeted for a moment, her fingers picking at a loose thread on the cot. "It's just..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me, alright?"

Ghost felt a twinge of concern at the vulnerability in her voice, but he nodded again, silently signaling for her to continue.

Y/n sucked in a deep breath, her body tense with nerves. "Do you...do you think I'm weak because I'm a woman?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Ghost's eyes widened in surprise at the question, his expression hardening. He stared at her for a long moment, incredulous.  "What the hell kind of question is that?" he asked gruffly, shaking his head in disbelief.

Y/n looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I don't know," she mumbled. "It's just...I feel like I always have something to prove, you know? Like I have to work twice as hard to be taken seriously because I'm a woman."

Ghost's expression softened slightly at her words. He understood the feeling all too well, having experienced it himself as a soldier. "You're not weak," he said firmly. "Being a woman doesn't make you weak. You're a damn good soldier, Y/n, you know that, right?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes still fixed on the ground. "Yeah," she muttered. "But sometimes I feel like it doesn't matter how good I am. It's like people look at me and just see my gender, not my skills."

Ghost was quiet for a moment, mulling over her words. "You want my honest opinion?" he asked, his voice gruff but gentle.

"Obviously"

Ghost took a deep breath, his gaze meeting hers. "The people who only see your gender, the ones who don't see how skilled you are...they're blind," he stated bluntly. "You're a damn good soldier, Y/n, gender be damned. You've proved that time and time again. And anyone who can't see that...well, they're idiots."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise at his harsh yet honest words. "That...that means a lot coming from you, Ghost," she murmured, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

Ghost nodded, his expression softening even further. "You've earned my respect, Y/n," he said gruffly. "You've earned it a hundred times over. You don't need to prove anything to me or anyone else."

As the conversation ended, a comfortable silence settled over the room. Ghost and Y/n sat side by side on the cot, the exhaustion from the mission still heavy in the air, but the tension between them had dissipated.

Ghost spoke up after a few moments, his voice low and gentle. "You should get some rest," he said, his eyes flickering to her tired form.

Y/n huffed a soft, tired laugh. "Yeah, you're probably right," she agreed, sagging further back against the cot. "But I doubt I'll be able to sleep just yet."

Ghost nodded, his gaze studying her for a moment. "I know the feeling," he said quietly. "But you need to try. You won't do yourself any favors by running on empty."

Ghost gave a small shrug. "I'm used to it," he said matter-of-factly. "I've gone days on end without sleep before. But you, you need your rest. You're human, after all."

Y/n rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile on her weary face. "Gee, thanks for reminding me," she drawled, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Ghost chuckled softly, the sound a rare display of his amusement. "Anytime," he said dryly. "Now, try and get some rest, yeah?"

Y/n sighed, her exhaustion finally overpowering her resistance. "Yeah, I guess I should give it a shot," she admitted reluctantly. "But wake me up if anything happens, okay?"

Ghost didn't respond immediately, his gaze drifting over her tired features. Finally, he nodded slightly. "I will," he said quietly, his voice gruff but sincere.