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you and soap are seeing each other in secret, and one day ghost joins in on your “activities” after you tease him
NOTE: this was a request!!! tysm for requesting!!!!! :)
word count: 2.4k
warnings: THREESOME, smut, unprotected sex, blowjobs, reader has vagina/is referred to as a good girl
you’ve been seeing soap for months now. sly flirting over comms that quickly turned physical when he showed up to your room one night, wet hair from his shower, unable to fight back from giving in to what you both wanted.
it’s turned into your new normal, sneaking into each other’s rooms. initially for sexual reasons, it had slowly converged into something much more intimate than that.
some nights he’s barging into the door without a knock, excitedly reminiscing over what’s happened throughout your days, and others he’s the quietest you’ve ever seen him. arms wrapped around you, holding you so tight like he’s afraid you’ll disappear at any moment.
then there’s the nights where you can’t keep your hands off of each other; intense kissing, heavy breathing, shared noises echoing off of the walls for hours on end as you search for release.
it’s settled into good balance, and you enjoy it more than he knows. it’s nice to find something good in the midst of the line of work you do. but that’s not to say there aren’t some things your mind wanders off to…
ghost, for example. you often find yourself considering what things would be like with him. the domestic and sweet moments, but also the hot and heavy. you want to see him without his mask on, too. it’s a thought that often plagues your mind, especially after soap told you that he’s handsome.
you’re coming back from a mission when you make the joke that changes every dynamic you’ve become accustomed to. it’s a small little comment that you make on the ride back to base after ghost caught you when you nearly fell down a flight of stairs.
“you know, lt, i really fell for you back there.” you say in a flirty tone. soap snorts rather loud at your joke, eyes looking between you and ghost with keen interest.
he glances down at you, no longer focused on adjusting his gear to remove it. “almost fell down two flights. that supposed to be a joke?”
“yes. and a good joke, sir. it’s okay to laugh, this is a judgement free zone.”
while soap opts to gently nudge you with his elbow- a warning, no doubt, you ignore him. your eye contact with ghost remains still for a moment, before he finally replies to you.
“that right? judgement free?” he asks. his tone has you more intrigued than anything, noting the flirty tone he’s also chosen to use. you can’t stop the smirk that graces your lips as you stare him down.
you nod at him, not failing to notice the gaze that soap has planted in your direction. there’s no jealousy there, just simple interest. “yup, wouldn’t tell a soul. stays between the three of us.” you reply.
“y’mean it’s just like how you n soap here are hiding a secret from all of us?”
your jaw drops at his comment, eyes flicking away in embarrassment as heat draws itself upwards into your face. soap’s equally as surprised as you are, choosing to finally comment on the interaction.
“aye, so you knew the whole time, lt.” he’s grinning, expression all too proud and obvious. he glances over to you. “guess our cover’s blown, bonnie.”
“not hard to notice. y’been disappearing at the same time for months now. flirting over comms? and you’re always close.” his voice has a twinge of an emotion within it that you’re unable to decipher, falling silent under his stare.
soap shrugs, “coulda said somethin’ to us.”
ghost’s eyes look over. “didn’t wanna ruin your fun.”
your eyebrows raise at the comment. “it wouldn’t ruin a thing, lt. we don’t care if you know.”
“the three of us, huh?” he ignores your comment, instead bringing up the small detail you’d added in earlier.
“it is interestin’ now that you mention it.” soap adds onto the weight.
you nervously look between the two of them, not sure what to say. you feel like you’ve dug yourself into a deep hole and now there’s two very sexy men who clearly have their minds set on a mere fantasy you had. “uh, i-”
“tryin’ to invite me to join or somethin’?” your head shoots in ghost’s direction, eyes wide before you look back over to soap.
“think she is, lt.” he says, looking at you with a smirk.
you’re too shocked to reply to them, eyes simply falling to the ground. “m-maybe i am.” your nerves are shot, heat pooling in your abdomen as you imagine what it’d be like to be pinned between the two men.
“and it stays between us?” ghost asks, and you look up at him and see the want in his eyes.
“yes.” your voice is barely above a whisper as you look at him, swallowing hard and keeping your gaze fixed on his.
the truck stops, and you’re finally back to base. you’re the first one to hop out, deciding it to be best to give the two men time to talk and really decide if this is a joke or not. you don’t know if johnny would really be okay with sharing you with ghost, but it didn’t sound like he was entirely against it.
*
it’s dark outside when you finish up with your shower, padding down the hallway to your room quietly and ready to read a nice book to end your day. when you get to the door to your room, the door is slightly ajar and there’s soft light coming from the lamp beside your bed.
you push the door open, eyes immediately looking and noticing ghost sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. you’re confused, but walk into the room slowly. “hi?” you say in a questioning tone.
“close the door.” is all he says, and you immediately follow his instructions. you can’t help the excitement that begins coursing through your veins, wondering why he’s here.
“what are you doing in my room?” you ask softly.
you hear movement and your eyes scan around your room before you lock onto the sight of soap trying not to drop one of your books onto the floor after he knocked into the shelf. you roll your eyes at him.
“well- ahem, we were knockin’ at the door and realized you weren’t here so we let ourselves in.” soap says to you, and you nod slowly.
“wanted to see if you were still interested. since you ran off after our conversation earlier.” ghost’s eyes travel along your body, the large t shirt on your body and pair of shorts you’ve opted for.
you shrug shyly. “i mean, yeah.” your voice is quiet as you look between the two men. nerves bubble up in your stomach, along with something else. arousal, excitement.
“lock the door.” ghost orders you, and you turn around to do so. you hear the sound of footsteps lead up to behind you and when you turn around, soap is inches from you.
you look up at him and notice the look in his eyes, like he’s losing restraint and ability to maintain composure. his hands fall onto your waist, and he’s pulling you towards your bed.
your back eventually falls into the mattress with a thud, the air in your lungs coming out with a huff as both men come forward towards your body. you feel like there’s no space for yourself as they both come onto you at once, soap’s lips falling onto yours and ghost’s hands exploring your body.
his hands are strained at first- nervous, hesitant. you know it’s because he doesn’t know if this is right, so you grip onto his hand and place it on your chest rather roughly.
you and soap share kisses for a while, small moans trapped in your lips as the rough hands of ghost wander all over you. you pull away from soap with want, eyes turning towards the quiet man. “kiss me.” you say, eyes falling to where his lips would be under the mask.
he looks hesitant, eyes glancing over to soap who just nods without a word. you expect him to just lift his mask up enough to kiss you, but pleasant surprise overcomes you as he lifts the thing off completely. he really is as handsome as soap claimed, burning desire taking over.
while soap’s gentle, ghost is entirely the opposite. his lips are set with intention, and you know how bad he wants you in the movements of his mouth alone. his mouth encapsulates your own, rough hands gripping onto you with absolute want as he kisses you.
you let out a moan when a hand breaches your shorts, coming down and cupping your pussy. “wet already, bonnie?” soap’s smug tone has you even more turned on as you kiss his best friend.
his fingers make their way along your folds, before pressing against your clit. you moan into ghost’s mouth rather loudly, feeling his hands grip onto you tight. he pulls his lips from yours, and grips at your shirt before tugging it off.
the cool air brushing into your skin has you shivering slightly, and the warm hands rubbing along your body makes you forget about the cold. soap’s fingers push into you and you moan out, fingers gripping onto ghost’s forearm.
the bigger man’s lips wrap around one of your nipples and you’re a whining mess with the stimulation in so many places at once, even more so when soap also begins kissing on your body. “such a good girl.” soap breathes into your skin, fingers curling inside your pussy and sending shocks up your spine.
little nibbles and soft sucks are all you can focus on as the two men devour you, eyes falling shut and small moans coming out. all you can hear around you is the sound of soap’s fingers fucking into you and the wet noises of their mouths.
ghost makes his way up your neck, on your jaw, then back to your lips with urgency. his hand grabs onto yours, leading your hand onto his crotch and you’re feeling his cock through his pants.
you tug at his pants and reach your hand under them, running your hand along the length before wrapping your hand around it and jerking him off. he groans softly into your mouth, and your movements quicken into a steady pace.
soap’s movements subside and he slides his fingers out of you, choosing to grip at your shorts and tug softly. you raise your hips up and he pulls them off, leaving you barren for both of the men to look at.
ghost’s lips leave yours as he looks you up and down. “fuckin’ beautiful.” he says to you, before he chooses to start taking his own clothes off too. soap follows his lead, and it isn’t long before both of the men stand before you completely naked.
“wow…” you mutter as you look between them, wonder in your gaze. both of them are packing, you’d already known soap was but ghost too? it’s like a special surprise, eyes falling onto his cock.
“which one of us do you want to fuck you?” soap asks you, and you turn to him. he notices the look in your eye and a smirk grows.
“ghost, eh? i figured as much.” he says.
both men position your body so your ass is sticking in the air, ghost’s cock running along your pussy to gather the wetness. soap lines himself up to your mouth and you gladly take him in, sucking and gagging on his length.
ghost pushes into you slowly, and your eyes roll back and you moan against soap’s cock from the sensation. he feels so fucking good stretching you out, and it’s all you’ll think about for a long while.
both men begin thrusting almost in sync, slapping sounds filling the room as you helplessly moan out. you arch into ghost’s cock, pulsing around him and hands feverishly gripping onto soap’s thighs.
“fuck, feels good.” ghost’s voice is strained as he fucks you hard, much harder than you’re used to with soap. there’s a certain way he handles you that’s so foreign, but you absolutely love it.
“y’hear that, bonnie. doin’ so good for us.” soap praises you, face fucking you in a way that has you gagging but absolutely loving it. tears are streaming down your face, moans causing vibrations against him that already have him ready to cum.
they both keep moving with force and you feel as though your brain as turned to mush, just being used by the two men in a way that you could’ve only dreamed of until now.
“gonna cum in your mouth. you gonna take it?” soap asks you, and your eyes open to look up at him as you go ‘mhm’ against him. one of his hands grips onto your hair as he fucks into you harder, audible gags escaping your mouth.
his cum spills into you as he groans softly, salty taste and warm liquid fills your mouth and you swallow it down with ease. after he’s finished, he pulls his cock out of your mouth and kisses you deeply.
ghost’s movements haven’t faltered, but he does adjust himself into a different angle. it’s one that has you moaning into soap’s mouth, an orgasm that you hadn’t realized was close hitting you intensely.
“f-fuck.” ghost grunts out, thrusts growing sloppier while your pussy flutters around him. he can’t help himself from his hands digging into your ass hard, twitching before he’s filling you up with his cum.
you’re shaking and moaning while he keeps going, until he slowly comes to a stop and pulls out of you. soap’s mouth leaves yours and he helps you to lie down, ghost grabbing some tissues to wipe at you with and help clean you.
“that was amazing.” you breathe out, a sheen of sweat and other fluids covering your body.
both men clean off and join you in your bed, and a small smile forms on your face. you opt to force all three of you to cuddle at once, and they seem more than eager to hold you.
small jokes are made and laughs are shared among you for a while, and eventually you’ve drifted off to sleep curled up between both of the men. both of their eyes look at you in a way that has both of them certain that this will be a regular occurrence.
price is just a little too old for you- and on top of that, your superior. but you could not care any less and tease the shit out of him, until one day he snaps and puts you in your place :3
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it’s disgusting, the way you find yourself ogling over him. eyes lidded and flushed cheeks every time he touches you, purposeful mistakes being made just to get him to come closer to “correct” you.
you can’t help it. his greying hair and beard are so sexy to you, the way that he’s definitely experienced. his voice, even. you love listening to him talk. when he orders you around you imagine how it’d sound if he were ordering you to suck him off…
you are so obvious about it, too. seductive tone, going ‘oospies!’ over really simple mistakes, and even pressing your ass into him whenever he’s behind you readjusting your gun.
one day, though, he’s had enough of this. it’s gotten to the point where several others have made comments about it, small jokes and little whispers whenever he’s in the same room as you.
today is no different. you’re at the range with your other team members, practicing with handguns to test efficiency. your unsteady shots are nothing like they really are during missions, stable and always hitting targets. after all, you wouldn’t be apart of price’s team if you were a bad soldier.
yet there you are, puppy dog eyes staring at soap as you beg for him to help you. you know price is watching you, waiting for him to be the one you beg for assistance from. the eagerness to get attention from another man is shocking to him, but he acts indifferent.
soap is all too eager to rest his hands on your hips from behind as he repositions you, and price can’t believe the heat in his chest that forms. jealousy? he can’t fathom it, so he cocks it down to the unprofessionalism amongst two of his subordinates.
your eyes are planted on the older man, a gleam of mischievousness flashing in them as you not so subtly push your ass into soap while you prepare to fire a shot.
he completely freezes in place, eyes staring at the curve of your ass and looking back up to see your tongue sticking out at him rather childishly. he decides that enough’s enough. he’s going to put a stop to your defiance, any means necessary.
you turn your head forward and the loud crack of you firing your gun rings out and a bullseye hits, and you turn around to give soap a high five excitedly. “yay! thanks, johnny.” you say in a sweet voice, dragging out the end of his name.
your eyes wander to the right, staring at your captain and smiling at him innocently. “did you see that, captain? i got a bullseye.” your eyes look him up and down, tongue swiping across your bottom lip before biting it.
his anger is pretty obvious and only shows more after you speak up, his figure approaching you rather quickly. “you and i are having a talk. now.” he snaps, grabbing onto your arm and dragging you off in the opposite direction of the range.
once a decent distance away form others, he forces you into one of the fake houses and you slam into the entryway wall. your eyebrows furrow at him as you cross your arms. “what’s your problem, captain?”
he backs you into the wall, eyes glaring down at you. “i’ve had enough of these petty little games.”
you look at him feigning innocence, “games? all i did was practice shooting. isn’t that the point of going to the range, sir?”
“that’s not what you were doing.” he snaps, tone absolutely serious. you can’t help the way your insides churn at it, becoming pathetically horny over the whole moment.
“then what was i doing, sir?” you ask him, fighting back a smirk.
his eyes fall to where soap’s hands just were, possessiveness and jealousy forming in his gut. it shouldn’t be there, but yet it is. “you and mactavish were behavin’ inappropriately.”
“inappropriate? what’s wrong with my team member helping me out? you do it all the time, what’s so different when he does it?” you tilt your head at him, eyes gleaming with amusement.
you’ve got him right where you want him now, even more so when his hand slams into the wall right next to your head. “you know what the difference is- stop playin’ dumb.” his breath is ghosting your lips from how close he is.
“lettin’ him put his hands wherever he pleases. pressin’ up all over him like some whore.”
“all he did was adjust my stance, captain.” you say softly.
“you and i both know that’s not true. windin’ me up on purpose. must be enjoyin’ it at this point.” he growls out, eyes unable to break his stare away from you.
you raise your eyebrows at him. “winding you up? couldn’t be me. all i did was ask for help.”
“and you know i should be the only one touchin’ on you like that.” his words come out so fast you don’t understand them at first, but when you process them your eyes are wide.
the tension in the space between you feels palpable, heavy breaths shared from emotions that are easier held inside than spoken aloud. you can tell he’s fighting a battle inside to not give in to it all, but being the bigger person is easier said than done.
“bloody fuckin’ hell.” he mutters under his breath, and suddenly he’s grabbing ahold of your hands and pinning them above your head. his free hand reaches out to your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip.
you’re positively soaked by this point, thoughts nothing short of ‘fucking finally’. he’s staring at your lips, swallowing hard. “we can’t- i shouldn’t do this.” his voice is much quieter than previously.
“i’m too old for you. i’m your captain.” he’s trying to convince himself not to give in.
you decide to push it. “so? nobody’s here to stop us, john.” you whisper, watching any and all restraint crumble away with his name on your lips.
you don’t have time to say anything else before his lips crash into yours with intense force. it’s exactly as you thought the moment would be: sloppy, rough, so many months of pushed aside emotions falling into your mouth as he kisses you.
your tongues are reaching out to one another erratically and you push your hips into his, feeling a growing bulge press against you while he grunts into your mouth. his teeth bite down on your lip and you gasp out, and he pulls away abruptly. “this isn’t right.” he mumbles, kissing you again.
his hands wander your body, finding their home on your hips as your hands tangle into his hair. the sloppiness of your kisses is audible, reverberating off of the walls as he pulls you into his grip.
he’s pulling your body with his own steps, backing into a random door and pushing it open with his leg as he kisses you. it’s supposed to be similar to a bedroom, an open hole for the window but otherwise dim and tiny. there’s only a cot settled on one of the sides of the room, and that’s where he leads you.
the back of your legs slams into the metal frame of the cot and you fall backwards onto it, his lips leaving yours for only a moment before they’re planted on yours once more. his hands are on either side of your head, knee pressed against your core.
his lips leave yours for a moment and when you open your eyes you see the conflicting emotions in his. “shouldn’t be doing this…” he mutters, eyes flickering to your lips.
“but i can’t fuckin’ stop, love.”
and his lips are on yours again, small moans escaping your throat as he traces over the curves of your body. his arms take hold of you, pulling your body around until you’re sat on his thigh with eyes looking up at him.
you can’t help the way your hips wriggle the slightest bit, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip to hold back the noise that threatens to escape from the stimulation. his hands are under your shirt and gripping the skin of your waist, heavy breaths escaping both of your mouths.
you lean in and kiss him again, kisses growing heavier and heavier with need. neither of you can handle it anymore, and he’s tugging at your shirt to take it off. your lips part just long enough to take your t shirt off, and it lands beside you.
your hips slide against his once more, grinding down on the bulge in his pants. he groans against your lips and it eggs you on, continuing your movements until he’s sliding his hands down to your hips to stop you.
even when your pants are littered onto the floor and he’s pulling his cock out he hesitates but gives in, unable to hold back from the moment he’s been craving. “shouldn’t fuckin’ do this.” he says it as you’re sinking down onto his dick, both of you groaning out.
once you’re planted on his lap, filled to the brim with his cock, his lips slam into yours again. the kisses don’t falter for a moment, not when you start riding him slowly, and not when the movements grow more frantic.
you’re both moaning into each others mouths, his hands gripping onto your hips and occasionally slapping your ass and grabbing onto it roughly. the slick sounds of you fucking echo along the walls of the small room, cot creaking softly with every single slam of him bottoming out inside of you once more.
the movements become more erratic over time, louder noises escaping your mouth as you grind into him aggressively. “fuck.” he growls into your ear, thrusting his hips up and fucking into you as he gets closer to cumming.
“‘m fuckin’ close, love. ya gonna take it?” he rasps, and you nod your head rapidly while your eyes roll back. he starts thrusting up into you at a rate that you can’t handle, moaning so loudly that he has to slam a hand over your mouth to quiet you down.
you feel like you’re gonna cum too at this rate, hips sputtering in a sloppy pace while he hits a spot within you you’ve never felt before. and it takes only seconds before you cry out, pussy fluttering around his dick while he grunts.
he twitches and then he’s filling you up, both riding out your highs together and then laying back on the cot together with heaving chests and sweaty bodies. you’re so tired but still manage to look up at him and he’s already staring at you with emotions you can’t really read easily.
“gonna be fuckin’ hard, workin’ this out.” he sighs, “no fuckin’ touchin’ on other men again, or i’ll fuck you in front of them next time.”
HIIIII everyone i just wanted to put a post out and mention that if yall have any requests/ideas for writing to please send them my way!! new smutty story coming soon (it's abt price btwwww) <3
you and 141 opt to have a little get together - but ghost doesn’t recognize you at first and can’t seem to keep himself away from you (lowkey goth girl!reader x ghost)
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you hate admitting that you’re a bit uptight when it comes to work. you’re always covered up, hair always overly tamed and almost headache inducing after so many hours of being forced back, completely barren of your real personality.
you’d spent months getting to know 141, but never spent any time around them outside of work. it didn’t cross your mind that your fashion sense and personality would definitely clash against what they’re used to seeing.
you agreed to meet up with them for a nice night of dinner and/or drinks one evening, having a break from the intense work for once. you opt to just go for it and dress how you normally do going out, not really having any clothes that would work for going out besides the plain clothes you normally have at base.
driving up to the meetup spot, a cute restaurant/bar that’s mostly used for the military’s more casual meetings, you can’t help but get a bit nervous. you hope your makeup isn’t too much, suddenly becoming extremely aware of your potentially revealing outfit and the overly chunky black boots on your feet.
shaking the nerves away, you hop out of your car once parked and notice that the place is pretty full tonight. you even notice soap walking a bit ahead of you. “hey!” you shout to him, jogging forward a bit until you’re walking next to him.
he looks you up and down and lets out a low whistle, “didn’t think you’d clean up so nice. doin’ this for me?”
you raise an eyebrow at him, “you wish.”
the two of you walk in together and you make your way towards the bar where price is seated, greeting him and getting a drink for yourself. he also double takes at you when you first say hi to him, but you think nothing of it.
eventually you’ve greeted everyone and you’re sitting with soap at one of the many tables, sipping on a fruity drink with a bit too much liquor added to it and talking about some new horror movies that he thinks you’d want to watch.
the realization of ghost not being here weighs you down a bit, the small crush you’ve harbored on the quiet masked man taking its toll especially hard tonight.
“where’s ghost?” you blurt out the question in the middle of your conversation with soap, eyes scanning the area and not seeing the man anywhere even now.
soap shrugs. “said he was gonna be running late. should be here soon, don’t you worry.” he teases you.
it makes you wonder if the way you feel is obvious and you opt to ignore that bit of stress and instead sip at your drink a bit more and change the subject.
not much more time passes before the tall, large figure of ghost catches your eye in your peripheral vision. you continue talking with soap up until the moment his heavy footsteps approach the two of you.
“who’s this, johnny?” his confused voice makes you embarrassed and you look at him rather frantically with your head tilted.
“it’s me, lt?” you can visibly see the gears turning as his eyes narrow and he nods slowly.
his silent staring at you continues as his eyes follow the curve of your body and inspect every last inch of you. he clears his throat and looks away. “right…”
you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re a bit tipsy or not, but you swear he looked at you with immense hunger in his eyes.
conversation starts up between the three of you, turning into five once gaz and price join in, and the look he gave you is almost forgotten completely as you have a genuinely enjoyable time with your team.
almost forgotten. the shared glances you’ve had with him are hard to ignore over time, reminding you that there’s potential of something happening between the two of you.
more alcohol is consumed amongst you, ghost included (he barely even lifts his mask to do so), and it’s not long before the topic of your unusual attire is finally mentioned.
playful teasing turns into genuine complimenting and you can’t help but eat up the praise from the men, only really wanting ghost to ogle over you. and ogle he does.
while your tipsy ass doesn’t notice it, the rest of the men are acutely aware of the way that ghost’s eyes wander onto your tits too many times to count, knuckles turning white from clenching when soap gets a little too close to you for comfort.
for someone so stoic and serious, he’s awful at hiding the way he feels about you. but you’re far too busy making stupid jokes with soap and gaz to even realize that his gaze has taken a change from what it’d started as.
you mention freshening up in the bathroom and stand up from your seated position, and he simply loves how your legs look in those boots. you’re hardly gone for more than five minutes before he can’t stop himself from finding any excuse to make his way to the bathroom to find you.
and there you are, standing in a short line, hands fiddling with the fabric of your skirt and eyes wandering the dodgy hallway. the moment you take notice of him your eyes light up and you gently wave at him.
you're the last one waiting in line as he approaches, noticing the steady stream of people going in and out of the single person restroom. you question the purpose of his arrival but knock it down to him simply having to use the bathroom as well.
no way it could be what your dirty little brain wants it to be, right?
the line is finally vacant and you head into the bathroom, a small sigh escaping your mouth as you stand in front of the mirror and fix up the makeup on your face and your hair.
the sound of the door clicking open has your eyes snapping upwards and meeting with ghost's as you turn around. he doesn't say a word, just quickly enters the small space and shuts the door behind himself and locks it.
the confusion in your foggy brain has you still, standing and contemplating why the hell he's here and if you're dreaming or not. you don't hesitate to slyly pinch your own skin, and the twinge of pain confirms that you aren't too drunk nor are you asleep.
you finally will yourself to speak, “w-what are you doing in here, sir?”
he wastes no time, arms caging you in against the sink, eyes boring into yours in a manner that you could only describe as sultry. “can't take my eyes off of you. thought it was bad enough bein’ on base, but seein’ you like this really does things to me.” his voice is deeper than normal, gruff and strained. you can smell the scent of smoke and whisky through his mask on his breath at the proximity, and it's so very attractive to you.
you bite down on your bottom lip in attempt to hide the smile that threatens to cross your mouth, the excitement of this moment too much. “you mean it?”
“course i do. can't fuckin’ get enough of you, love. had to follow you in here.” he towers over you, hands roaming from the sink to your waist and feeling you up.
“are you sure this is a good idea?” you gasp out the question once his hands are firmly squeezing on your tits, and you hear the low growl-like noise that comes out of his throat.
one of his hands pulls your chin up to look at him, “tell me if you think it isn't and i'll stop now. but i don't think you want me to…” the hand slides down and clasps around your throat, and you're shaking your head urgently.
“that's what i thought.” he says.
he makes quick work of lifting his mask and pressing his lips into yours in a heated kiss, hands gripping at every inch of you he can feel. you let out small noises into his mouth with each squeeze, panties growing more and more wet and rubbing your thighs together.
his lips slowly make their way down your neck, small bites and suckles making you cry out. “fuck, lt. please.” you pull at him to kiss you once more, tongue reaching out for his as you grip onto him.
he pulls away from you after a few moments, pupils blown out and hands sprawled out on your ass. “please what?” he asks teasingly.
“want you so bad… whatever you want, it's yours. i'll do anything.” you can't fathom how pathetic your words are, cheeks warming up as you desperately paw at him.
“turn around f'me.” he says, and you're turned around and bent over quickly with your ass sticking out.
he lifts your skirt up slowly, snapping the fabric of your thong against your skin before sliding his fingers along your folds. you push back against his fingers and he slaps your ass hard.
“watch yourself.” he grunts, and you hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the zip of his jeans. you're dripping now, legs shaking in anticipation and excitement.
he pushes your panties to the side and that's when you feel the warm tip of his cock run across your pussy. your hips twitch and you start pushing against him but his hands quickly grip onto your hips and stop you.
your eyes flash up to the mirror and you see him already looking at your face, eyes stern. “you can wait.” he rasps.
you nod at him, face feeling hot as he continues his teasing movements. his tip catches onto your clit for a moment and you mewl out, fingers grasping into the porcelain sink.
with one smooth movement, he pushes his cock into you and you moan out from the feeling. he's stretching you out so nicely, each inch burning so good before he's bottoming out and his hips are pressed against your ass.
“fuck, y'feel so good.” he grunts out, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, “must've dressed like this f'me on purpose. wanted me to fuck you, huh?”
“y-yes. just for you, lt.” you whimper in response, pushing your ass into him and crying out when he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace.
the rhythmic slaps echo off of the walls of the bathroom, quiet huffing and small moans from your mouths as you struggle to keep yourself quiet. it takes every ounce of energy to not moan loudly from the deep strokes he’s inflicting upon your body.
one of ghost’s hands find their way into your hair, tugging your head upward until your eyes are locked. “eyes on me.” he orders, and your eyes roll back but try their hardest to remain on him.
the pace his cock is moving is absolutely euphoric, and you’re almost certain that if he keeps going you won’t be able to hold back the noises anymore. he manages to move in a way that hits you deeper than before and you cry out louder than expected, his hand flying from your hair and over your mouth.
“keep quiet, love.” is all he says between deep breaths and grunts, as if he isn’t fucking every ounce of self respect and spacial awareness out of you. you can’t even fathom that you’ve waited so long to feel him like this.
his pace falters for a moment when the handle of the door is pulled on and you feel yourself panic even more when price’s muffled voice rings out. “you alright in there?” he asks.
you try to get ghost to stop moving but he refuses, “you can talk. you’re a big girl.”
you’re trying not to freak out or moan as you manage to say something. “y-yes. j-just a stomachache.” you stutter out.
“alright, you haven’t seen simon have ya? can’t seem to find him.” he asks, and you want to tell him to go away so badly.
you bite down on your lip before willing yourself to speak once more. “n-no! i think lt’s out smoking.” a small whimper passes your lips at the end of your sentence and you pray he doesn’t notice.
you hear him chuckle softly and your heart drops. “i’ll stop botherin’ ya. i can tell that stomach is really hurtin’. let us know if you need a ride home.”
you sigh in relief, which turns into another gaspy moan when ghost thrusts into you so deep that your mouth hangs open.
the footsteps fade away and before you know it, he’s fucking you hard and quick enough to make the sink clank from the force of your bodies slamming into it. his pace remains firm for a long while and you wonder if this man ever cums, but once he gets sloppy in his movements that’s when you know he’s ready to finish.
“can i fill that pretty mouth up with my cum?” he asks, and you nod a little too eagerly.
before you know it he’s pulled out of you and you drop down to your knees quickly, mouth wrapping around his cock and sucking hard. he groans out at the feeling and you hum in satisfaction, head bobbing along the length and tasting yourself on him.
his hands grip onto your hair hard and he groans out as his cum shoots into your mouth, a pleasant taste that you swallow up with ease. you suck until he’s finished and release his softening cock from your mouth with a loud pop, looking up at him and smiling casually.
you stand up and brush yourself off slightly, adjusting your panties and making sure that your clothes aren’t too disheveled. your attention is focused on fixing your makeup when he finally speaks up.
“want me to finish you off later?” he offers, and you look at him through the mirror.
“later?”
“yeah. in your flat.” he mentions it like it’s nothing, but you’re excited at the implication and nod.
“yes. you can most definitely do that.” you say to him, turning around and winking at him.
and finish you off he does. multiple times. all night long.
as a foreigner visiting an unfamiliar pub with your friends in scotland, soap insists on flirting with you, but you care more about his mysterious masked friend who hasn’t said a peep.
SURPRISE!!!!!!!! i am back after 2 years lmao. i have done many things and decided to get back into one of my favorite hobbies so here i am <3 if you were on my taglist previously lmk if you want me to even tag you!
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warnings: SMUT, she/her used/reader with vagina, unprotected sex
it’s yet another rainy day in edinburgh as you and some friends go to a pub. your shoes splash into puddles on the cobblestone streets leading up to the doors, a small shiver coursing through your body as your dampened sweater is blown by the breeze into your skin.
the four of you rush into the pub, practically on top of one another. quickly finding a spot to sit at the large bar, you’re all making jokes and enjoying yourselves as relief from escaping the cold wet outdoors hits.
your eyes flash around the building, taking notice of your surroundings and noting a man whose glance is already trained in your direction. you ignore him and turn back to your friends.
the pub is really cute and cozy, and the atmosphere is even somewhat more calm than the others you have visited so far. while there’s still a lot of people, it seems less like a tourist spot and more like a place that’s less known that locals would likely prefer.
after ordering your drinks and sipping at them, one of your friends subtly nudges you and starts whispering to you, “dude there’s a totally hot guy looking at you, you have to flirt with him! have a hookup, you need it.” she’s more eager than you are to have you be stared at by guys.
you still listen to her when she says to look to your left, noticing the man from earlier in the process of looking away from you towards his friend, who catches your attention more than he does.
dark eyes and a mask covering his face, you meet his eyes, heat immediately pouring into your cheeks as you turn back to your friends.
your friend that was initially telling you about the other guy is watching your movements closely, her eyes squinting and head tilting in confusion.
“his friend is hotter to me.” you whisper to your friends, who make it incredibly obvious that you’re talking about them with the way they all look over.
“honestly? not at all surprised.” one of them says, rolling their eyes and sipping from their pint.
you sink in your seat, “so much for ‘we listen and we don’t judge’, geez.”
fits of giggles are shared amongst all of you before you’re back to gossiping about one of your friends’ cheating ex.
as more time passes by, the man from earlier eventually produces the courage to come up to you. you’ll admit that he’s handsome, but his mystery buddy has a bit more going on for your tastes than he does.
“hi.” you say, smiling at him.
“ah, you’re not from here huh?” his scottish accent is honestly to die for, and your friends are definitely interested in him more than you are.
you shake your head, “we’re on vacation. here for about another week.” you shrug.
you’re friendly with him and take notice that his friend seems to be watching the conversation intently from across the bar. “so, what’s the deal with your friend over there?” you ask, not trying to sound rude but choosing bluntness over accidentally leading the guy on.
he grins at you. “we’re in the military, lass. he’s just more private than the lot of us are.”
you nod at his words, and one of your friends who’s on the drunker side of things starts asking him if he has any other friends she could meet. he laughs and mentions that his friends will likely be stopping by soon actually.
you nudge him with a friendly smile, “best to not enable her. she just went through a nasty breakup and i’m worried she’ll go wild on one of those poor guys.”
“not sure that’s the worst thing, but i see your point.”
he asks more about you and why you chose scotland to visit, and eventually your friend interjects the conversation to stir the pot in a different direction. “she thinks your friend is hot, wanna do me a favor and set them up?”
you’re mortified that she even said that aloud as you turn towards her and glare at her. “dude…” you groan.
johnny, as you’ve discovered his name is, laughs loudly and you wanna disappear completely. “that’s simon. might not be very obvious but he doesn’t say much. can’t say he’d be very happy about me setting him up but he’ll get over it for such a pretty lady.”
you nod awkwardly along to what he says, anxiety and a twinge of excitement bubbling up in your stomach. “‘kay, but is he even interested?” you ask quietly.
“oh, lass, calm down. i’ll go and grab him for ya.” he walks away all too excitedly and your friend looks very proud of her intervention.
“you’re so getting laid tonight, you’re welcome.” she’s clearly had too much to drink and in that moment you’re jealous, watching johnny and the hot masked guy talk.
it looks like it could be an argument and you’re ready to be faced with rejection, noting the way the masked man looks at you and slowly inches his eyes over your body before he’s looking into your eyes.
you feel entirely exposed but he looks back to your very own cupid before saying something to him.
you can’t help but look back to your friends out of fear of rejection, but your friend’s smug look says it all.
while you’re all talking, johnny interrupts your discussion. he’s pulling your arm, literally, to turn you in the direction of simon. you feel incredibly shy but force yourself to act casual as you introduce yourself to the man.
“i’m simon.” two words and you’re pathetically hooked. his voice is so hot and sends shivers down your spine.
“nice to meet you.” you say politely.
there’s not a ton said by him at first as you talk to the man, asking him about the military and how he likes being in edinburgh for the time being. he genuinely seems interested as he reciprocates getting to know you, even taking a seat in the barstool next to your own.
you try not to pry into anything overly personal or address the mask situation, remembering that johnny said he likes privacy.
“so what’s got you in edinburgh?” he asks.
“we had a trip planned for a few months from now but since one of my friends is going through a breakup we decided to go a bit earlier to get her mind off of things.” you reply, asking him the same question.
“work. nothing interesting, honestly.” you nod in understanding.
“how long are you here?” you ask.
“few weeks. but could be longer if things don’t go as planned. haven’t started on work yet but we’ll be getting started next week.”
“that makes sense. we’re only here for another week before going back home.”
he nods. “if you want someone to show you around i don’t mind it. we frequent here often.”
you can’t help but get a little giddy and smile at him. “that’d be really nice, actually. thanks.”
one of your friends nudges you gently, “hey, we’re gonna head over to another pub. johnny wants to show us a few places. you good here?” she asks.
they’re all looking at you knowingly, almost willing you to stay and be alone with simon. you nod at them and notice from your peripherals that johnny winks at simon and nods at him suggestively.
you roll your eyes at the childishness of him and turn back towards simon. “you don’t mind if we stay here, right?” you ask.
“we can stay here as long as you want to. or go somewhere else. whatever you’d like.” his voice is smooth as whisky and you can’t help but feel your face flush.
you want more than anything to cave into the desire that threatens to take over your thoughts as he suggests leaving. “i mean, is there anywhere you might want to show me?” you ask.
“i could think of a few places.” he says lowly, and you can’t tell if it’s your own desire that makes such a short sentence sound so suggestive.
you nod along, “wanna get out of here then?”
you make sure to shoot a text to your friends to let them know you’re also heading out, and the group chat bustles with sexual innuendos and eggplant emojis.
your phone is tucked away on do not disturb before they can send anything else, eyes meeting with simon’s as you head out. he’s much taller than you realized while standing next to you, and so very big too.
you push the dirty thoughts away as you’re out on the street once more, enjoying the ambience of a foggy night. the beauty of the city definitely helps branch your thoughts out to another topic.
“follow me.” simon’s short with his words but you listen blindly, following the tall man around until you’re approaching a beautiful building that’s clearly a living space.
“this is the flat we’re staying in. there’s a park down the way a bit, but i figured i’d let you pick where you might want to go.”
you stare at the building, temptation and curiosity getting the best of you. “i want to check this out, if you don’t mind?”
he grunts in acknowledgement and before you know it, you’re on the top floor and walking into a rather simple abode. there isn’t a lot going on, but you can tell it’s temporary housing based on the fact that there’s what’s needed and nothing else.
“not a lot going on here, i see.” you joke, walking into the kitchen area and noticing the door that leads to what you assume is a balcony.
you approach the door and glance behind you at simon, who simply nods at you in silent approval. twisting the knob, the door creaks open and you’re met with a beautiful view of the old buildings and streets. you gape at the sight, walking out and leaning against the metal fence that protects you from falling.
“absolutely gorgeous.” you mumble softly, before shivering at a cool breeze.
simon’s footsteps lead to beside you, his soft eyes glancing over at your figure and the astonishment in your eyes. “definitely.”
not noticing his reaction, you look at him and smile softly, “this place is so nice! how cozy. i’d spend hours out here.” you begin rambling about how much you like the rather spacy balcony, paired with nice chairs, a comfy looking couch, and a small table to sit outside. you can imagine spending mornings here with a coffee or tea, or lazily reading a book.
he takes a seat at one of the chairs and you copy his movements, choosing to sit right beside him. the more time flies by, the more you’re certain that simon is a great man who’s dealt with a lot.
before you know it, it’s well past 3am, and you only become self aware when you hear a noise from inside and then see johnny walk out to the balcony towards the two of you.
“ye staying the night here?” he asks, clearly tired himself and a bit drunk.
you glance between him and simon nervously, before contemplating the idea of spending the night in this random flat. “a-are you sure i’d be welcome to?”
both men are sure to affirm that with an extra room, you can stay the night rather than walk back to the hotel you’ve been staying at with your friends. you decide to go for it, taking a nice shower and then cozying up in the extra bedroom.
you don’t forget to let your friends know about your absence for the remainder of the night, not forgetting that they’ll assume you’ve fucked the big masked man you spent your entire evening with.
you wished you did, in all honesty.
***
it’s still dark when you wake up, still not quite accustomed to the time change of being in a different country. your eyes take a moment to adjust before you remember where you are. that’s when you choose to look over at your phone and pick it up tiredly.
there’s 20 messages in the group chat, and your eyes are wide when you realize that breakup girl ended up bringing one of johnny and simon’s friends to the hotel room in a drunken daze. and they were loud.
you’re not at all surprised by this, but then the other messages making fun of you for spending the night with simon are prevalent. the one that sticks out like a sore thumb is the mention of how you probably won’t be able to walk today, and you can’t help but get flustered and imagine it all.
you’re certain simon would be able to throw you around like you weigh nothing, hands rough but somehow just the right amount of soft while he takes you. you feel very hot suddenly and shake your head quickly, hands flying to your face and a soft groan escaping your lips.
there’s a knock at the door and your head snaps up, a croaky “hello?” escaping your lips.
“g’mornin’. we have some coffee and breakfast if you’re hungry.” johnny’s voice rings out, all too eager to be awake after a full night of drinking. you’re a bit jealous of his lack of a hangover, certain your friends won’t be feeling quite as great today.
you climb out of the bed and open the door, smiling at him. “thanks! i could use a cup of coffee.”
soon enough, you and the two men are in the kitchen and you can smell really something really good. your eyes are pleasantly surprised when you see simon in a tight black tee cooking eggs at the stove, a pile of perfectly toasted bread tucked on a plate beside him.
he’s clearly almost done cooking as he turns around and slaps the rest of the cooked eggs onto another plate, eyes meeting with yours and a different mask on his face today.
this one has a skull on it, rather than the plain black that you’d seen yesterday. you don’t comment on it as you smile at him and bid him a good morning, thanking him when he slides a plate in your direction.
johnny hands you a mug of black coffee, then asks if you want to need anything to make it to your preferences. after doing so, you sip at it and enjoy a calm breakfast with the two men.
the food that simon cooked is better than you expected, and you can’t help the flutter in your chest as you think about how nice of him it was to make you breakfast after offering you to stay the night with him.
after finishing the food you notice that your friends are asking where you are and decide that it might be time for you to head back to the hotel while you decide what you’d like to do with your day today.
“i should probably head back to the hotel. i don’t want my friends to worry about me.” you say softly, looking to simon,
“want me to walk you?” he asks.
you shrug but can’t help the smile that adorns your lips. “if you don’t mind.”
you opt to keep the random pants and shirt that were given to you by them on your body, packing your clothes from the evening before into a bag and heading out with simon.
the walk is really nice, quiet but not at all awkward. eventually, you are finally at the hotel you’ve been staying at. you are kind of sad to be saying goodbye to simon, so you turn to him in front of the building.
you take your phone out and are sure to have your contacts open, shoving it into his direction. “can i have your number? maybe we can do something again later.” you offer.
he nods, taking the phone and entering in his information before passing it back to you. “i’ll take you out tonight if you want.”
“absolutely! i’ll shoot you a text, let me know when and where to meet.”
you opt to give him a hug and don’t regret it as you say goodbye to each other, his strong arms pulling you in and sending desire throughout you.
you shake the feelings away, going into the hotel and taking the elevator up. the rooms you’ve all rented are connected and once you unlock the door and walk in, you notice the cluttered room is bustling with talk. your friends are pretty awake, albeit sleepy and disheveled.
“hey.” you say, setting the bag down by the bed you’ve been sleeping in. you walk through the doorway into the living room space and they all turn and raise eyebrows at your attire.
“not what it looks like, promise.” you say, taking a seat on the couch.
after talking and figuring out the day ahead, you decide to message simon and ask him about going somewhere like to the park he’d mentioned previously.
your friend who embarrassed you last night notices you on your phone and pulls you aside from the other conversations. “did you guys fuck?” she asks bluntly.
you shake your head. “nope.”
you explain that there just wasn’t a time for it last night since you were basically getting to know one another. you talk about going to the park tonight with him and your friend tries her hardest to push you into the mindset that you’ll hookup with simon tonight.
you can’t help but daydream about it up until the moment you’re ready to head out. in the shower, while getting dressed, and while texting the man and teasing him just the slightest bit.
you all travel as a group under the realization that the next visit stop for your group was pretty close to the park and where simon and johnny currently reside.
you’re nervous, but the excitement and desire pooling in your abdomen contain the nerves with ease. you notice simon and johnny at the corner of the sidewalk, and you ogle at simon even with just a hoodie and jeans on.
you approach him with confidence, looking up at him through your lashes as you say hi. his eyes flicker down your body with not an ounce of shame or worry as he notes your awfully tight and showy long sleeve.
“hello. you look nice.” he says, eyes glaring over at johnny when he snorts at simon’s words.
“wow. what he means to say, is that you look smokin’.” he interjects.
“thank you both. let’s go now, simon.” you grab onto his hand without much thought, heading off into the open gates of the park and admiring the foliage and aesthetic of the whole area.
you start off your walk and before you know it, it’s getting dark outside and you’re enjoying the view of the lights near a fountain. simon knows quite a bit about the architecture and history of the area and you eat up every bit of information he gives you.
his voice being so sexy to you does wonders with keeping your interest in the talk, but it also distracts you and sends your mind in another direction. the two of you are seated on the stone part of the fountain, close enough so that your knees brush as you adjust while talking.
you’re listening to him talk about something, eyes trained on his and sweeping down at where his lips would be if they weren’t covered. you want him so disgustingly bad and can’t help it anymore. when he looks down at you he stops talking and you’re both just staring for a long moment.
“stop lookin’ at me like that.” his voice is gruff and dead serious as he stares at you.
“or what?” your voice is quiet.
he lets out a soft sigh, “careful.” his voice is stern.
you decide to push things a bit further, moving closer to the point where your legs are touching and you’re staring up at him. “what’re you going to do about it?” you ask softly.
you can see the lust and want flash into his eyes, the facade of stoicism fading away as he brushes his hands against your hips. “don’t think this would be the place to find out.”
if you weren’t down bad before, you are now. you want to cave into every single desire, need, and want that stands between the two of you on the spot. “why not? there’s nothing stopping us.” you tilt your head.
his thumbs trace circles into your hips as he replies, “would rather not let anyone see me have my way with you. but trust me, i’m startin’ to lose my patience.”
you feel smug at the effect you seem to have on him, noticing the fact that his jeans seem rather tight at his crotch. “then we don’t we head back to yours?” you say, hand ghosting over the growing bulge as you lean closer.
his hand reaches out and grips yours tightly, tugging it back as he glares. “keep testin’ me and you won’t be able to get me to stop.” his voice is low and sends butterflies through your stomach.
you swallow hard. “maybe i don’t want you to stop.”
“y’might regret that. c’mon then.” you obey his orders with a little too much ease, standing up and following him like a lost puppy in the direction of his flat.
you’re practically buzzing in anticipation as you approach the building, his hand on your wrist to drag you along as he gets to the door. the moment the door is unlocked and you’re both inside, he slams the door and locks it.
your body is forced against the hallway wall, his hand coming up and closing around your throat. “not so tough now are ya?” he rasps, tightening his grip enough to the point where you gasp out a little air and moan softly.
he presses his hips against you and you can feel his hard cock push against you. your head spins at the thought of that being inside of you and finally getting exactly what you’ve been wanting.
he takes his hands off of you and backs his body away, “c’mon.”
you listen, and he leads you out of the kitchen door and onto the balcony you’d spent the previous night. you unconsciously rub your thighs together at the realization that he wants to fuck you out here.
you watch him sit down on the couch off to the left, and opt for the bold decision and take a seat on his lap. he grunts at the feeling of you rubbing up against his hardness. “been wanting you since last night.” he says, hands finding your hips and gripping you tightly.
you grind down on him, hips stuttering at the stimulation. “need you so bad.” you whisper.
your hand reaches out towards his mask and traces along his bottom lip and towards his jawline, and you lean in and press your lips against his own through the fabric.
he kisses you back immediately, with an intensity that makes you want more and more of him. after a few slow kisses, you’re ready to beg him to lift it just enough to really feel him.
“please…” you say, touching at the fabric and looking up at him.
he gives in immediately, large hand lifting up the bottom of the mask and revealing his soft puffy lips that you barely look at before you’re kissing him, really kissing him, now.
your tongues swirl against one another with urgency, hips slowly grinding down on him at random intervals. you can’t get enough of the taste of him and you don’t want to stop for even a moment, but you do for a moment so you can finally breathe.
both of you are out of breath, chests heaving and breaths visible from the cold. he pushes on you a little, “stand up.” he says.
you comply and stand up, and he’s quick to start lifting your clothes off of your body. you’re cold and exposed before you know it, eyeballing his body as he takes his own clothes off.
he’s manhandling you in a split second, hands roaming all over you as he pulls you down onto the couch on top of him. his hand slithers its way up to your pussy and you cry out when his thumb swipes against your clit. he circles it lazily, eyes boring into your own.
“y’don’t mind if i fuck you out here right? since you wanted people to see us so bad.” he asks, his other hand slapping your ass.
you shake your head. “whatever you want.” you whine out, hips twitching as his touch brings you closer and closer to your limit.
he stops stimulating you to reposition your bodies, and you’re on his lap yet again. his hand guides his cock towards your pussy as you sink down onto the tip with a loud moan.
“mmm, fuck. that’s a good girl.” he grunts out as you push down onto him further and further, until you’re filled to the brim. your nails are digging into your palms from the sensation, letting out a big puff of air.
his hands grip onto your hips once more as he pushes down on them, pushing his cock even deeper as you moan out pathetically. you don’t give yourself too much time before you start dragging your hips up and then down repeatedly, bouncing on his cock.
the slap of your ass on his thighs is rather loud, momentum picking up and small moans releasing from your mouth from the force and pleasure. he grips onto you with force rough enough to definitely bruise your skin, but you don’t care.
he starts playing with your clit again and you almost can’t handle it, toes curling and head thrown back as your orgasm peaks fast. you cry out, pulsing on his cock and covering your mouth with your hand to cover the noises out of fear that someone will hear it.
“that’s it, just like that.” he says, hips thrusting up into you and not stopping his fingers movement against your clit. you’re so overstimulated as your orgasm passes you by, hips sputtering and eyes watering as he continues his assault on your clit.
“s’too much.” you cry out, his fingers continuing their movement as he thrusts up into you.
you try to move your hips back and away from him but he ignores you, “you said you wouldn’t want me to stop.” he says smugly, noticing the way your hips are twitching.
you can feel another orgasm building up from his constant rubbing against your clit, pussy twitching around his cock as you cry out loudly. tears stream down your face as your orgasm slams through your body, the feeling of his cock slamming into you at an intense pace riding you through it with ease.
he finally stops touching your clit after you’re actually sputtering and struggling to say a word, hands gripping your hips as he fucks into you roughly.
“ready f’me to fill you up?” he asks, and you nod your head restlessly.
you feel like you’re in heaven with the amount of pleasure this man’s brought upon you and your jaw drops when he hits you in places you didn’t know were possible. he groans lowly as his own orgasm finally hits, seed spilling into you and spreading a warmth through your pussy.
you both stay still for a few minutes, bodies dripping in sweat and breaths heavy and desperate for a moment of relaxation. you’re shaking and almost certain that your legs aren’t going to be useable for the foreseeable future.
simon, after a few minutes, speaks up first. “fixing for a shower?” he asks softly, guiding your hips to remove himself from you.
you can barely form a thought for a moment. “can it be a bath? i’m not sure i could stand right now… or walk.” you say with a soft laugh.
he lifts you up with ease and your eyes are wide. he carries you through the flat and into the bathroom you’d use the night before, helping you into the tub and taking a seat with you.
you’re surprised that the tub has enough room for both of you, and very happy when he takes his time helping you clean up and even massaging your body.
the sweetness of his intimacy sends your heart soaring, and makes you hope that this is more than just something temporary. the two of you spend a while relaxing in the tub and talking before sleepiness takes over and you’re both ready to finally head in to bed.
simon makes it a point to bring you to his bed, wrapping your body into his arms and holding you tightly for the entire night.
you both forget about your clothes on the balcony and wake up to a disturbed johnny who asks you to remember to pick up your clothes next time you decide to fuck in a spot that he also has access to.
on a mission with 141, you and ghost are forced to act as a fake couple to gather intel on an important political figure. when he comes out without his mask on and ends up kissing you, there comes a point where neither of you can handle holding back anymore
i'm back from my break for now :) i'm sorry if this isn't that great but i tried so that's all that matters
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warnings: semi-public sex, cumming inside, unprotected sex, reader w/ vagina (who uses she/her pronouns to be safe), pussy eating
the whole group has convened inside of a hotel room across from where this big scandal will be occurring. there’s a politician who has made plots with a terrorist group and you’ve been ordered to partner up with one of the many men of 141 to act as a couple to gain entry and find your way inside to get evidence.
soap was the initial choice, but he is well-known within the ranks of this terrorist group as he’s been apart of raids involving them before. actually, all of 141 has. however, a conclusion came about when price suggested that ghost join and participate.
and here you are now, putting on a dress all too formal for you, with a dramatic face of makeup and hair curled loosely. you’re nervous to fuck this mission up as you tuck a gun into the holster you have around your thigh, knife placed safely in the smaller addition.
you’ve done infiltrating before, but this is on a whole other level. your body is tense as you finally make your way back into the room with the rest of 141. “okay, i think i’m ready. how are we gonna do this?” your voice is shaky with nerves, but gaz places his hand on you and gives you a warm smile.
“we’re going to be right with you. just say the code word and we’ll be there.”
“yeah, and ghost is with you too. he’ll take great care of you.”
you nod at the men in the room, inhaling deeply and eventually making your way across the roads and to the grand building. it’s a museum that has a ballroom on the lower floor, used for special occasions such as this one.
you have no idea where ghost is and it’s making you worried sick, standing in this line with one of your fake tickets for entry. you find yourself tapping your foot to the ground repeatedly, an action that has a couple in front of you glaring and scoffing at the noise.
you stop, feeling embarrassed that you’re drawing attention to yourself. “nervous?” you hear a voice behind you, recognizing it as ghost’s. when you turn around, your mouth goes agape and you freeze up at the sight of this foreign man.
a suit that matches in color to yours, gelled hair, and such a handsome face. you’re in awe of the fact that ghost even had a face behind the mask, especially one so handsome.
“simon.” you say softly, holding out your arm for him to grasp onto.
he does, strong arm gripping yours tightly as he pulls your body close to his own. “remember, love, we need to look official. we’re married tonight.” his lips, oh his lips, are right next to your ear as he whispers to you.
your face feels as though flames may burst over your skin as you breathe deeply, nodding at him and facing towards the entrance again. the line’s moved forward a bit, so you opt to continue following until you’re nearing the security guards.
not much time passes before you’re handing your invitation cards over, and your eyes quickly pass over a tattoo on one of the guards’ forearm. the guards are apart of the terror group, you realize from the familiar symbol pressed in red ink.
when you notice that the guard’s noticed you look, you opt to pass off your staring by leaning into ghost’s arm with a giggle. “‘m so excited to be here tonight.” you fake a little slur, noticing the guard’s stiff demeanor go lax as he motions to two of you through.
you even opt to trip a little over your heels to ensure that he thinks you’re already tipsy, which seems to work as the two of you finally walk through the entrance.
“you saw that too, right?” you ask him quietly, pulling him into a hall.
simon nods, “we have to let them know that the security is involved like we thought.”
he presses down on the small button on his suit, speaking lowly into it. “the security is also apart of the terror group. tread carefully once backup is needed.”
you hear footsteps approach and push into his body a little, nerves bubbling up. when a random staff member comes in, he wraps his arm around you and smiles at the worker. “i’m afraid my wife and i are a little confused, we’re trying to join the party.” he says.
the staff person leads the two of you out to the main ballroom, adorned with seating and what looks to be a dancefloor. you aren’t shocked by the classical music playing rather loudly, announcing your fake names with simon for the person to help find your seating arrangements.
once you’re seated, the most boring part begins. more people show up, and then the man you’re investigating does an announcement. it happens to be some bullshit about how he wants nothing more than to help the community. after this, it’s time to finally do some snooping around.
“we should stay together.” simon says, and you nod at him.
as you begin walking around the space of the building, you opt to have some conversation. “what’s this guy up to exactly?” you ask your superior.
“trafficking.”
“oh, guns? drugs?”
“neither, actually. children.”
you decide that asking anymore questions may be pointless as you find a room that has several others inside admiring artworks. “should we look here?” you ask, looking up at him.
he glances down at you with a nod. “could be something useful.”
unfortunately, there’s no evidence of anything suspicious inside of that room. you keep looking around together in different rooms for anything that’s suspicious: a lot of the terrorist members, large groups of people acting shady, anything. but there’s no luck yet.
you start feeling off though, like someone may be following you. you think simon can feel it too with the way his walking becomes more rushed and careful.
“follow my lead. please understand that what i’m going to do is for the sake of the mission.” his voice is soft as he mumbles, leading you into a distant bathroom and shutting the door without locking it.
you look up at him curiously, head tilting the slightest. “what are we doing?” you ask, eyes anxiously looking into his.
he pushes you against a wall, lips immediately crashing into yours in a deep kiss with his hands pulling yours to hook around his neck. you freeze for a moment before reciprocating his touch, leaning into it and even letting out a small moan at the feeling.
his body is pressed into yours, teeth knocking against yours for a moment before moving more comfortably. you can’t tell if this is even for the mission anymore with the way his tongue is invading your mouth and just how hard you can feel him getting in his pants.
however enjoyable this may be for the both of you, it’s cut short.
the door bursts open and you both pull away rather hesitantly, seeing two of the security from earlier backing away from the doorway. “i’m sorry, do you mind? we’re busy in here.” simon says in an annoyed tone, watching the two men sheepishly walk away and close the door.
your breathing is heavy and you feel dizzy as you look at him, seeing an emotion in his eyes that can only be lust. you gulp and try to do anything to look away from him and focus on the mission at hand, but when his hand pulls your chin up to keep your eyes on him you couldn’t give less of a fuck about anything else.
“we need to-”
“no. just shut up.” he says before leaning down and kissing you once more. his movements become more feverish as his hands run down your body, caressing your waist and squeezing at your hips.
his lips are downright addictive, leaving a yearning inside of you that you’re certain can never be satiated. one of his hands reaches to the side and you hear the lock on the door click before it’s wrapping around your throat.
you sigh against his lips and finally give into it all, a certain thrill rising up and making you even more desperate as you whine against his lips. his thigh presses in between your thighs and it makes you gasp, which is when he takes the chance to let his tongue enter your mouth.
his lips begin moving down your jaw to your neck and he bites at your throat before he’s playing with the bottom of your dress and pulling the fabric up and showing off your cute little panties.
“you can be quiet, yeah?” he asks, and you bite your lip and nod.
he props you up onto the counter, dress lifted, before getting down onto his knees and letting his fingers brush against your panties. the small amount of stimulation has you closing your eyes tightly, sucking in a deep breath.
his thumb brushes against your clit through your panties before firmly caressing the area. you throw your head back, whispering out the word ‘please’ to him.
he reaches towards the top of your panties and pulls them down, also opting to remove the holster that holds your gun and knife. when your panties are fully removed, he stares at your glistening pussy like it’s a meal ready for him to eat.
“beautiful.” he mutters, face leaning down closer. when he presses a kiss against your clit you mewl out, clasping a hand over your mouth and clenching your eyes shut tightly.
his hands reach down and pull your lower lips open, tongue reaching out and circling against your clit in repeated motions. your head is spinning, body beginning to grow sweatier and pleasure rising through your lower half.
his lips eventually suckle around your clit and you find yourself gasping out, free hand reaching and pulling at his soft hair. you know you’re probably fucking up the style he did, but don’t care with the way he plays with your pussy.
as his movements continue, never faltering, you can feel your orgasm grow quickly. the music plays distantly behind the door but you can barely hear it over the wet noises his mouth makes against your pussy and your own quiet moans.
his assault feels never ending, sparks igniting up your spine and sending goosebumps across your body as you reach your high. you try hard not to cry out, biting down on your lower lip so hard that blood is drawn and your eyes are rolling back from both the pleasure and the pain.
“there ya go. good girl.” he says lowly, lightly rubbing on your clit with his thumb until your hips are twitching and trying to back away from him due to the overstimulation.
he finally lifts himself up and leans towards you, capturing your lips with his own once more intensely. you moan against his lips when his hips grind into your bare thighs, opening your knees to invite him in for more.
he’s quick to undo the belt on his trousers, quickly tossing it aside and then finally releasing his cock from his pants. you find yourself looking down at it and biting your bottom lip.
you should be working right now, but instead you’re about to do something that could get the both of you into so much trouble. any logic or reason is thrown out of the window when the tip of his dick rubs against you, slick sounds filling your ears as you look at him with the utmost want in your eyes.
“you ready?”
“please.”
his lidded eyes gaze at you lazily as he pushes just the tip in, searching your face for any discomfort or pain. your mouth falls open loosely as you sigh at the feeling of how big he is.
as he pushes inside of you, he lets out a soft moan, “fuck, you feel so good.”
you just know that his moaning will now be one of your most favorite sounds. he keeps pushing in, and eventually, bottoms out with his pelvis brushing against you.
you feel so full and already exhausted, but there’s a buzz that’s bubbling up within you that has you so ready for more. his breathing is so heavy in your ear as he leans into you, lips pressing against your own gently.
gentle for just a moment, before it becomes more needy and forced. that’s when his hips pick up movement, and you’re reeling away from his lips and pressing against him at the heaviness of his movements inside of you.
“oh my fuck.” you whimper out in a high-pitched tone, teeth gnawing down on your bottom lip once more as your pussy throbs against him.
his thrusts start going harder and more urgently in a manner that has clapping echo against the walls of the bathroom. you can tell he wants to finish this fast, to get back to what you’re both supposed to be doing.
“gonna make this quick. i can take my time with you another day.” he says in a rushed tone, voice cracking a little as he picks up his pace even more.
one of his hands reaches out and grasps at your throat, squeezing just enough to have you wheeze out a moan. you find yourself lightheaded and in a dizzy haze that makes his cock feel even better than before.
your hands grip onto the arm latched out in front of you, eyes shutting and biting down on your bottom lip through struggled breaths as he continues his assault on your pussy.
you can already feel an orgasm brushing up on you from the friction against your clit, which only worsens as he leans closer to thrust at a different angle.
“y’doing so good, yeah?” he says in a gruff tone, going faster and faster.
you feel like you’re going to cum in any moment with the way his thrusts angle so he’s rubbing on your clit, and your toes curl once it hits you for the second time of the night.
you cry out, wheezing when his hand tightens its grip on your throat. you feel like you might pass out as it hits hard, simon’s thrusts becoming somehow inhuman as he moans out quietly.
eventually his hips stutter and he’s cumming inside of you head leaning down and resting on your shoulder as he keeps thrusting with small grunts and groans escaping his mouth.
both of you are breathing heavily as you sit there for a moment, him pulling out and quickly fixing himself. he helps you regain some composure silently, eyes continuously finding your own with a certain glint to them.
“we shouldn’t have done this.” you whisper to him.
“but we did. let’s get this over with. quickly.”
you follow him out of the room after you both fix up your hair and clothing to look the same as before. you don’t know it but your makeup is smudged in a way that makes it obvious to those around you that you were up to something in that bathroom.
it doesn’t take long before you find yourself in a room with two guards knocked out cold, and you’re helping ghost with looking through some important documents that show what the politician has really been up to behind the scenes.
after just a few minutes, you and ghost have to call for the rest of 141 to come inside for backup. it’s hard to not make all of the citizens panic when gunshots end up fired, but eventually you’re all packed into a room and finding out that this location is holding a group of individuals who would be traded for money for this politician.
it’s a long and tiring mission with a hopeful conclusion. the politician ends up arrested and you help the local police with rescuing and assisting many of these children with getting to a local area where they will be reunited with their families.
you feel like you will die of embarrassment when soap drops the news of ghost accidentally turning his mic to communicate with the team on during your lovely adventure, and specifically while he was fucking you in the bathroom.
neither of you get into trouble due to the success of the mission, but price sternly warns the both of you (mostly ghost) that if this ever happens again you will both be forced to clean every surface of the base using only a toothbrush for each of you.
despite everything, you and ghost reach a different level of intimacy on a free night. and you make sure it’s not in a bathroom surrounded by people who might kill you if they know what you’re up to.
i deeply apologize for not doing the things i’ve said i’d do but i wanted to post and say that i don’t know if or when i will do anything. i’m going through a breakup after being with my boyfriend for almost five years and i’m struggling to do much of anything. especially since we live together and i have nowhere else to stay.
i can try to post something or make a masterlist soon. thanks for understanding and reading.
I absolutely loved your recent post with Ghost and Konig. Arrghhh it made me scream into my pillow. I can't wait to read more of your works rnn. (*´ω｀*)
aww thank you so much!! i appreciate the kind words <3🥰
just thinking about being pinned between ghost and könig, who can’t get enough of using you :3
THIS PROBABLY ISNT ANY GOOD BUT I GOT HORNY AND WANTED TO WRITE FILTH AGAIN :) thank you for reading!!!!
word count: 1.2k
warnings: double penetration, reader w/ vagina and i think she/her implied, cumming inside, threesome, very very dirty and rushed tbh
you’re not sure how the moment came around where the tension and anger between ghost and könig became resolved after all this time, but you can’t help but be relieved that you can finally spend time with them this afternoon and feel comfortable.
they’ve both spent time doting on you, offering help with different tasks you want to complete and to bring you different things as you may need them. but now? they’re both awfully close to you, faces covered as they practically trap you while talking about what different desires you hold within.
you’re not sure how the topic even got brought up, but needless to say, you mentioned masked men and it seemingly piqued their interest in you after. neither are too good at expressing emotion, but you can sense just how horny every person in this room is right now.
you would be 100% lying if you didn’t say the idea of the two of these large men defiling you makes your pussy run like a river, and you are craving one of them to just do something to make the built up tension finally snap between the three of you.
“you like mystery? anonymity?” ghost’s asking you, and you nod embarrassedly. having the two of them know things about you that you don’t really tell others is overwhelming you in the most filthy way.
“are you okay with being shared?” könig asks you, voice behind you and right in your ear. you quickly nod in hopes of them both taking the hint and finally having their way with you.
you whimper aloud when ghost’s hands grip your thighs intensely, könig gripping onto your ass as the two men fondle your body with their large hands in sync.
they waste no time in stripping your clothes off, ghost working on your top half and könig stripping your bottom half in a teasingly slow manner once you’re left in just some panties.
he plays with your waistband for a moment, slapping the elastic against your skin repeatedly and eventually sliding his fingers in to caress your clit gently. you squeal and squirm when he pinches it just as ghost opts to knead at your tits and play with your nipples, the stimulation overwhelming you and soaking your panties completely.
könig finally helps slide your panties down your body and they slap onto the floor with a soft wet sound, the two men looking at you with almost animalistic eyes knowing just what impact they have on you now.
“that wet already, huh? guess you like being used like a slut.” ghost’s voice is lustful and oh so hot as he opts to get his dick out and ready to go into you.
könig stops him though, fingers teasing at your wet hole and gathering up your wetness before dipping them into your other hole. you moan from the foreign feeling, his fingers slowly making their way into your ass as your pussy clenches around nothing.
your eyes clamp shut as he works you open, ghost opting to play with your clit to you get prepped to take them both. the feeling that both of them are giving you has you wanting more, legs feeling wobbly and unholy noises escaping your throat.
it isn’t long before both of them are satisfied with your drooling cunt and finally line themselves up, ghost entering first. your eyes roll to the back of your head when he’s in all the way, almost screaming out when könig starts to push in as well.
you’ve never felt so full before, tears streaming down your face and you know you’re on the verge of an orgasm already. they both give you a moment to get used to the sensation, ghost whispering into your ear about how good you are and how well you take them.
after a little while, you start to grow impatient with their stillness. “please move.” you whine out head falling back against könig’s broad shoulders.
when they both initially thrust, your mouth falls open and your eyes clench shut tightly. you can’t help the pornographic noises that come out of your mouth as they find their rhythm together, slapping noises echoing off of the walls.
“you’re doing so good- fuck.” ghost’s voice is strained as he attempts to praise you, a low growl escaping his throat as he picks up his pace. his pelvis hits against your clit from his movements, pleasure tingling up your spine from the friction.
könig’s breathy moans and groans really get you going, feeling his hands grip onto your hips tightly as he fucks into your ass with fervor. you feel like you’re about to cum at any moment, body twitching and muscles giving up against their bodies.
when ghost reaches in between your bodies and rubs your clit in fast and tight circles you cum with a loud moan, pussy clamping against him as your orgasm racks through your whole body with an intensity you’ve never felt before.
“such a good pussy.” he mumbles into your ear as he coaxes you through your orgasm.
the man behind you hums in agreement to those words despite being balls deep in your ass, still grunting with each hard thrust he takes. “feels amazing.” is all he can say, words coming out in a groan that you find so very attractive.
it isn’t long before you can tell that they’re both close to cumming, thrusts becoming labored and more desperate. könig cums in you first, a whine coming out of his mouth that makes you flush and you unintentionally clench against ghost as a result.
as könig pulls out, ghost finally cums inside of you with a shudder. the force behind his thrusts and the feeling of his cum filling your cunt have you crying now, so much pleasure to the point where you feel like you’re broken and your brain can’t work anymore.
when his thumb starts playing with your clit again, you feel like you’re going to implode from how pathetically quick you cum against his fingers as he pulls his dick out of you. cum is leaking out of both holes and does even more so as your orgasm pushes through.
könig plays with your tits as you finally feel some clarity again, going limp against his chest and feeling a tiredness that practically incapacitates you. you can hear ghost move and head into your bathroom, the sound of the sink being turned on, but you can’t open your eyes.
the large austrian behind you holds your weight, a hand gently caressing your hair and massaging your scalp. you feel like you could pass out at any moment as ghost comes out.
the feeling of a warm, wet washcloth gently wiping at your body makes you jump before you relax into it appreciatively. “thank you.” you whisper to him, voice hoarse.
“of course.” he says, gently slapping your ass before you feel könig carry you to your bed and lay you down. they’re both sweet with the way they comfort you and eventually tuck you under your blankets.
you’re out before you can say anything to them, falling asleep to the sound of their hushed voices and hoping that this wasn’t some sort of one time thing that wouldn’t occur ever again.
being stuck in a power outage with ghost, who you don’t get along with <3
i'm sorry to take months between content :( i hope everyone's doing well! i missed writing so much!
word count: 2.8k
warnings: reaader w/ vagina, use of good girl, cumming inside, unprotected sex, and other smut-typical moments
you can admit when you’re wrong to basically anybody, really. like right now, you know it’s a bad idea to sneak off during a briefing about the mission you’re going to be going on, but listening to ghost for any longer will have you ripping your hair out and screaming.
you hate that man with a passion, with the utmost sincerity of your being. he pushes you more than the others, he constantly ridicules your movements, and he always compares you to everyone else. just the other day you were ordered to run two extra miles for ‘misbehaving’ by talking with soap about holiday plans.
you’d say he has plans to get you to the point of dropping 141 and moving on, but you know that won’t happen. you’ve grown to love the team, even if he may ruin things. his targeting of you hasn’t reached a point where it’s putting you or others into danger, so as far as you’re concerned you’ll be staying.
it’s a rainy day today, clouds shifting across the sky slowly with a dark and gloomy grey making the world around you seem so sad. you love the rain. the distant thunder cracking down as it begins approaching the base. you’re not sure if the storm might interrupt the plans for later, seeing as it may impact flying out.
you shrug the thought off as you enter one of the side rooms, often used for private meetings and for you, reading. the doors here often use a pin code or a keycard to get into for security reasons, which makes things easier despite the dependence on technology.
you want to read a new book that gaz gifted you, saying that he highly recommended it to you after reading it himself. you never thought he’d be into romance novels, but here you are reading a book thats cover displays a withering rose and mentions a scandalous plotline between a ceo of a company and his newest intern.
you take a seat on one of the many chairs and finally open the cover, reading the first few notes and getting started on the first chapter. the writing is decent, and you find yourself enjoying this tacky plotline more than you anticipated.
time passes, and it’s probably been around ten minutes before you hear the sound of the door unlocking followed by heavy footsteps. you know you’ve just fucked yourself over when you hear a deep sigh. it’s ghost.
“figured you’d be here. why did you skip my briefing? it’s important information.” his voice is stern, angry.
you roll your eyes at his reaction and tone. “i can easily just get the info from price, he has the folders. besides, i already know what we’re doing and i’m already packed for leaving.”
the footsteps get closer and his arms reach around your front, snatching the book from your hands and slamming it shut. “if you had actually come to the meeting like any sensible person, you’d know our mission is postponed due to the storms.” he snaps, watching the way you angrily turn around and face him.
you glare at him, “just because it’s been canceled doesn’t mean you can interrupt my reading, lieutenant.”
now he’s rolling his eyes at you, arms crossing with your book still in his hand. “i don’t give a shit about your reading. you can’t disregard the rules here and think you’ll just get away with things because you’re close with price. at this point, i’m not letting you go on the mission. you can stay here since you like it so much.” his voice sounds like a father scolding his child, and you grow angry at the mention of not being allowed to go on the mission anymore.
“you know i can just talk to price and get this settled myself, simon. i will go where i want. now get out and leave me alone if you’re done treating me like a child.”
he slams the book down onto the table in the room and clenches his fists, turning to the door and getting a keycard out to unlock it.
that’s when the whooshing sound loudly interrupts any movements, lights going out and power ultimately failing. you almost immediately groan out, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. the only bit of light is from the crease of the door, and you can practically feel the anger radiating off of ghost.
“uh, the gen should kick on right?” your voice breaks the silence, feeling awkward about even speaking to the man right now.
“it would’ve already. must not have petrol left.” he says, and you can barely make out him taking a seat in one of the chairs in the room.
it’s nearly impossible to see, and the odds of this happening were so slim that you’re now regretting going into this room in the first place. you should’ve gone back to your bunk, but now you’re trapped here with the lieutenant and you don’t know when things will be back.
a loud pounding on the door startles you, and you hear soap’s voice scream at the door. “gaz is getting some petrol now! we were out of supply, the shipment was running late!” he screams, and you wince at how loud he’s being.
“thanks, soap! hopefully he’s back soon.” you say loudly, sinking onto the floor and sitting with your back against the door.
“should be a half hour.” ghost grumbles, and you nod at his words before flushing when you realize he can’t see you nod.
for a few minutes, neither of you say anything. you want to say something, maybe even apologize for your behavior. you know it was wrong of you to skip out on the briefing, and he’s never going to be nice to you if you continue acting out.
“hey, i’m sorry.” you say quietly.
“huh?”
“i’m sorry. for missing the briefing. it was a bad idea. i know it’s not a good look to skip out on those, so i just wanted to apologize. just because we don’t get along doesn’t mean i can fuck with our team’s organization.”
you hear him breathe in deeply, probably contemplating the words to say in the moment. you feel a little nervous with his silence, almost finding yourself feeling worried about him.
he speaks up though, “i understand why you did it. i’m hard on you, more than the others. it’s because you’re stronger and i know you can handle yourself.”
his words make you feel happy, and you actually find yourself smiling because of something he said for the first time ever. you never would’ve thought that this man sees your strength and resilience.
“thank you. can i ask you something?”
“shoot.”
“why do you punish me for talking with soap, or any others for that matter, but not them too?”
he doesn’t reply, and you don’t exactly expect him to. the quiet is mildly overwhelming and has you worried that the small step forward with the older man may have already regressed.
you hear him stand up, though, and take a seat beside you in front of the electric door. the proximity makes you anxious, but his voice is what makes it less intense.
“admittedly, i don’t like seeing others talk with you like that.” his words hold weight in your head, your neck cranking downwards to process. you’re stuck taking in what he said, contemplating what exactly it means.
jealousy? you want it to be true, in the most selfish way. maybe he sees others as a obstacle to you. but you’re certain it’s actually because they may be distracting you from your potential.
“do you think they’re distracting me or something? because they aren’t.”
he lets out a puff of air, which you could assume is the closest you’ll get to hearing his laugh. curiosity, and more importantly, embarrassment, have you growing flustered with that reaction.
“what?” you ask.
he sighs. “i know they’re not distracting you, love.”
your face grows hot, a state of deep embarrassment combining with confusion. his hand reaches out and touches your arm, and you look in his direction with anticipation at what he’s up to.
“i was jealous, since i wanted you to talk to me instead.”
you unintentionally gulp, swallowing harshly and nodding even though you’re in the dark with him. his hand slowly moves up your arm and ends up caressing your face, thumb rubbing over your cheek as you suck in a breath.
“w-why?” you ask.
“can’t you tell why? i thought you were observant.” his voice is closer, right in your ear and you find yourself shivering. a pool of desire is bubbling up in your abdomen, thighs instinctively rubbing together for any tension.
you never would’ve thought that ghost had any interest in you with the way he’s treated you, but you can very much tell now. his very touch is sending sparks through your body and you can’t help but hope he’s willing to fuck you into these cold floors right now.
“i-”
“shh.” he puts his hand over your mouth and your eyes roll back pathetically. if he can have such an impact on you with just words, you can only imagine how good he would be in other areas.
your teeth dig harshly into your bottom lip when his other hand begins reaching for your thigh, kneading into the skin as it moves up and closer to your clothed pussy. he begins massaging the skin there and you whimper desperately.
your panties grow more and more soaked with every passing second and you find yourself staring deeply into his eyes through the darkness. you can see the look in them and it speaks volumes. he knows that you’re completely turned on by him and he’s smug about that fact.
his hand digs into your face and it kind of hurts, but you’re more overcome with the feeling of his other hand pushing at your pants to care about anything else. “you want me?” he asks, voice gruff and lustful.
his hand moves from your face.
“yes.” you whisper breathlessly, willing to do anything at the moment for him.
“good.”
both of his hands tug at your pants, fiddling with the belt and eventually lifting your body up to take them off. your panties stay on, but he fingers at the fabric to rub at your folds.
“do me a favor, yeah? lean against the table for me.” he says, slapping down on your ass as you jump and do what he says. you lean against it like he said, purposefully sticking your ass out so he has more room to work with.
“good girl.” he whispers in your ear, hand pushing your panties aside as his index and middle fingers start circling your clit. you whimper out at the feeling, craving more but allowing him to help prep you for whatever might come.
his fingers are ruthless with their movements, circling and then diving into your wet hole. they curl over and over again before going back out to tease you more. and it isn’t long before you feel your panties soak and you’re practically panting from the amount of pleasure he’s given you.
you can feel yourself getting closer to cumming on his fingers, thrusting your hips back to feel more. “please, more.” you whimper out, and he actually chuckles at your begging.
“more of this?” he asks, pushing three fingers into your hole and curling them to hit that soft spongy spot inside. you cry out when he does that, thighs shaking and knees nearly giving out.
“yes!” you say, feeling like you’re about to teeter off of the edge and absolutely falling apart when his other hand starts to play with your clit again.
you don’t even know what words or sounds come out of your mouth with the force it hits you, his hands coaxing you through it with several chants of ‘good girl’ being whispered into your ear.
his fingers pull out once you’ve come down from your high, a wet sound making you particularly embarrassed with how soaked you are for him. you can hear him taking his belt off behind you and you’re more than eager to feel his dick in you now than you were before.
“you ready?” he asks, and you can hear him using your wetness to coat his cock before he’s lining it up against you and rubbing the tip against your folds.
“fuck, yes.” you mumble to him, eyes rolling back and nails digging into the table harshly as he pushes into you. the tip is so thick that it hurts at first, but once you’re used to it you think you might cum again just from the sensation of him filling your cunt.
“holy shit.” you moan out the words once he’s balls deep, the pressure against your insides feeling so fucking good. you lean down more into the table, and his hands grip your hips tightly as he prepares to move.
and when he does move, you’re breathless. you’ve never been with someone so big who actually knows what they’re doing, and the feeling alone sends you absolutely reeling and wanting this to never end.
“please, go harder.” you say softly, moaning when he listens to your words earnestly.
the table creaks loudly as his pace picks up more, hips hitting your ass hard as he fucks into you with more and more force. he decides to grab around the front of you and pull your back into him, an angle that has you moaning louder than you want to admit.
you can only hope that nobody hears you, but with the slapping sounds of his hips crashing into you and your noises it’s obvious that something is happening in this room right now.
“need to be quiet for me, can you do that?” he asks you, and you shake your head while whimpering out a ‘no’.
his hand grabs your face again, covering your lips and leaving your nose out so you can breathe. he decides to really start pushing it after this, thrusting harder and faster than you thought he could go.
you feel like you’re going to cum again soon. “‘m close.” you whimper against his hand, feeling his free hand reach down and start working your clit like it’s nothing.
you throw your head back when his hand is practically vibrating against you, cumming on his cock and moaning so loudly that the hand over your mouth clamps down harder to muffle your noises.
you can hear his breathing picking up too, small grunts and groans coming out as his own orgasm starts to approach. you’re still clenching on him from cumming so hard, and it sends him into a spiral.
the table you’re against starts moving from the force of his thrusts as he groans out and cums in you, fingers digging into your skin as his hips stutter and slow down.
you feel so very full- from his dick and his cum at the same time, the feeling of cum dripping out and down your thighs making you shiver a little bit. he pulls out of you and you collapse against the table, breathing heavily.
“thank you.” you whisper, catching your breath as you fix your panties, pull your pants up, and allow your panties to become drenched in both of your fluids.
“it’s nothing.” is all he says, fixing himself accordingly.
you can hear a whirring before the lights slowly turn on, flickering for a moment before powering on completely. you look at him as soon as the lights are on, seeing his usual balaclava covering his face.
he’s looking right back at you, and no words need to be spoken when you get a good look at him. you start walking towards him and right as your hands are getting ready to lift his balaclava up, the door whirs open and soap is standing there.
you know you’re very close to him and immediately feel hot, backing away and looking to soap. “oh, hey.”
he looks between the two of you, a small smirk forming on his face. “it’s about time!” he exclaims.
“soap, don’t.” ghost says, shaking his head and looking to you. his hand reaches out and grabs onto yours and you find yourself gaping at the sight.
he leads you out of that room and down the halls towards the living quarters, eyes never losing that glimmer of lust towards you as you get down to his room.
“you’re gonna have to stay quiet or soap will complain, the walls are thin over here.” is all he says before you enter the room together.
neither of you get much sleep that night, and both receive an earful from soap and a few others come morning.
ghost wants to help teach you how to snipe! (but it turns into… something else)
i know i haven't posted in forever but i'm doing so much better so we'll see what happens <3
ALSO 1K??????? THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH AHHH
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tws: choking, unprotected sex, reader with vagina, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, rough sex, cumming inside
you hate how cold it is on the rooftops, slow gusts of winds chilling your bones completely. you would normally complain, but with ghost being right next to you, you truly can’t. his large body blocks the majority of what should be hitting you, and you can’t help but feel giddy getting to spend time with him alone.
he gives off heat, thick layers of clothing doing nothing to stop the way his gloved fingers and muscular arms touch into you as you try adjusting the rifle appropriately. his eyes are looking you over to make sure your positioning is right; it’s not.
“you need to move some.” his voice is barely above a whisper, sending shivers down your spine as you turn your head slightly and only then realize just how close you are to him.
you gulp and nod your head, heat bubbling up in your tummy as you try to adjust yourself and the rifle once more. you can feel his eyes on your every part, silently judging how you just seemingly can’t do this right.
the darkness of the night is all that surrounds you, rifle aiming at some lit up targets prepared on base for you to use. you opt to fire with the newly adjusted position, but it’s no use.
the bullet whizzes into the very edge of the target, just scraping it. ghost sighs frustratedly, deciding to move closer to you so he can help (force) you into the right aiming position. you don’t expect his arms to wrap around you the way they do, causing you to jump a little as you’re moved around with ease.
once he stops, he’s speaking up. “try now.”
you nod, aiming down the sight and pulling the trigger. excitement courses through your veins when you notice the bullet hit the center of the target, a smile forming on your face.
“nice! did you see that?” you say, turning your head to him and immediately becoming hyper-aware of his face only inches away from your own. he nods, eyes staring down at you in a way that makes you feel a lot less cold than before.
it’s the sultry look that he always has that makes you break eye contact quickly, clearing your throat as you turn away from him and decide to take another shot.
following his prior movements of your body, you try once more to shoot and that’s when your confidence skyrockets. once again, a direct hit.
“yes!” you say happily, grinning and glancing over to the man. he nods at your work, opting to put a hand up for a high-five as opposed to using his words for the moment.
your eyebrows raise at such a random gesture, slapping his gloved hand gently and then move the gun over to the side of you. “did you want to practice at all?” you ask, swallowing harshly once you’re looking into his eyes again.
his eye contact remains so sharp in a way that sends spikes of heat in between your thighs, head shaking as he looks between your faltering smile and your bright eyes.
“i think we both know i don’t need it.”
you nod knowingly, almost feeling embarrassed. obviously he wouldn’t want to practice, he’s the best sniper on the base. you feel stupid for even asking, eyes wandering to the edge of the rooftop and looking around at the night sky.
the lights directly above the two of you make the view less visible, but it’s still beautiful nonetheless. you can’t help but wish you were able to stay out with ghost, that maybe this would be a date instead of him doing his job.
you decide to move around some to prepare to get up. “well, i suppose i should get going. i don’t want to take up anymore of your time.” you mumble.
as you move to get up, his hand stops you with a strength that has you wondering just what other parts of you he could move around so easily. you gasp out, looking to your side at him.
“stay.”
his eyes look pleading, emotions held in them that have you nearly melting into his touch. you immediately falter, getting back into the same prone position you were in before.
you don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. it’s like that for a while, silence between the two of you and the weight of unspoken words creating tension. you choose to take a glance at him, almost forgetting to breathe when you see the way he’s staring at you.
“it’s nice out tonight.” you’re embarrassed saying this, knowing it’s completely random to even mention how the weather is given the current circumstances.
he nods along though, which comforts you in some way. “better than normal.”
you sigh, shutting your eyes tightly. “why did you want me to stay out here?” you don’t want to pry, but it’s needed now. with the tension in the air and the crickets chirping away, your mind is left wandering.
one of his hands gently touch you, eyes pulling open from the pressure of his hand guiding you toward him. your body leans against him, his other hand snaking around your waist. you wait patiently for his words, but nothing is said.
instead, he’s adjusting your bodies so that you’re on top of his body, thighs on either side of his hips as you look down at him. the movement happened so quickly that you can’t think properly for a moment, just staring at him blankly.
your insides feel like they’re on fire from pure lust, face growing hotter from the feeling of a bulge pressing against your clothed pussy. you want to kiss him so badly right now, eyes desperately looking between his eyes and where his lips would be underneath his mask.
“please…” you whisper breathlessly, eyes fixated on that one spot. you unconsciously grind your hips against him, feeling his hands shoot to your hips where they dig in and he pushes up into you.
“fuck it.” he mumbles, hand flying up and pushing the mask up just enough so his lips are showing. you immediately lean down and press into his lips roughly, kissing him with every bit of passion you can muster.
your lips move against each other heatedly, one of his hands grabbing onto your neck to push you in more. you let out a whine when he starts grinding up into you more, the pressure absolutely soaking your panties and probably your pants, too.
the stimulation is just enough to have you gasping his name into his lips desperately, teeth clashing and wet sounds echoing in empty outside air. the hand on your hip is rubbing circles into it, making your body twitch as you push your hips down harder and harder.
he abruptly ends the kiss between the two of you, hands hurriedly pulling your jacket off before he hesitates to take off any more of your clothing. “will you get too cold?” he asks.
you nod, “it’d be best to leave my shirt on.” you mumble, trying your hardest to catch your breath. but he kisses you again, this time fumbling with your belt and then the button of your pants.
you stand up and quickly pull them off with your underwear in a rush, settling back down on him with your bare pussy resting against him. he reaches down and lightly presses his thumb against your clit, making you whimper out.
you kiss him again while he plays with your clit, eventually sliding down your slit and playing with your hole. his finger stretches you out and your teeth accidentally bite down on his lip as you gasp.
a second one pushes in as your lips leave his again, eyes looking down to where his fingers are thrusting into you and biting your bottom lip. your hips grind down and push him in deeper, eyes rolling back as you come closer and closer to your orgasm.
he slides his fingers back out though, looking you in the eyes as he slips them into his mouth and sucks gently. the sight has you moaning pathetically, a hand reaching down to palm his dick in his pants.
he grunts and pushes your hand away, quickly undoing his pants and pulling them down enough to free his cock. “are you sure you want this?” he asks.
you nod, hand reaching out and jerking his cock several times before lining it up and pushing just the tip in. you slowly sink down onto it, eyes clamping shut from the size and just how good he feels inside of you.
“fuck…” he groans softly when you clench around him, and you almost cum just from how sexy he looks. eyes glazed over, lips still revealed and puffy, and fists clenched roughly at his sides.
you start to move against him, grinding up and down on his cock as you reach out and grab onto his hands. he uses this to his advantage, pulling your body forward just a little as his hips start thrusting up into you quickly.
your mouth falls open, a mix between a gasp and a whine coming out of your mouth. “more…” you cry out, eyes widening when he pulls out of you. his body is moving yours around, your ass in the air as he adjusts himself to be behind you.
he slowly pushes himself into you from behind, fingernails digging into your ass as he bottoms out. the angle is much better than before, his hips slapping into your ass as he begins thrusting feverishly.
“so tight and pretty. and all mine.” he growls out, hand reaching around and gripping onto your throat as he fucks into you harder.
you can barely keep your eyes open, but you do when he leans your head back to look at your face while he thrusts. you can feel the pressure building up in you, a steady orgasm bubbling up from the pressure of his dick hitting every little spot that you know gets you going.
he squeezes your throat and you wheeze out, eyes rolling back and clit throbbing hard from the sensation. you can’t help but cry out loudly, even more so when his other hand moves from your ass to your clit to rub circles into it.
your whole body shakes as his movements quicken, his fingers pushing down on your little button as your orgasm hits you hard. you feel your thighs shake and you’re sputtering out incoherent words, a mix between his name and different curse words.
“that’s a good girl. so good for me.” he whispers in your ear, tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation and a content noise coming out from his praise.
he doesn’t stop after you come down from your high, hips never faltering but fingers leaving your clit after you try to squirm away from them. his hand remains tight around your throat, occasionally squeezing.
it’s not long after when you notice his hips sputtering and becoming more and more sloppy in movements, and eventually you can feel his cum fill you deeply. it’s leaking down your thighs, mixed with your own release and sweat as he finally pulls out.
you sigh out, exhausted but entirely satisfied. “that was amazing.”
he pushes your back into the ground, “i’m not finished with you yet.” his words are stern, and you let out a squeak when you feel his breath against your thighs.
he licks up your pussy, lips finding your clit and beginning to suck hard. you cry out, a hand slapping over your mouth to calm yourself as his tongue begins completely violating you.
his tongue runs along your clit in circles before moving back to your stretched entrance, sliding in and out of your hole before moving to your clit once more.
your orgasm approaches quicker since you’ve already cum once, a loud moan escaping your lips as you release against his tongue. he coaxes you through your orgasm, humming softly once he pulls back.
“you taste as good as you look.” he says shamelessly, and you don’t respond. your whole body is shaking beyond belief and you don’t think you can move anymore without falling over.
“i can’t move.” you say quietly, and he’s looking at you smugly as he pulls his mask back over the bottom half of his face.
he decides to help you put your clothes back on, hands gently taking care of everything and wiping your wet thighs down with a towel. “i can carry you.” he says, shrugging.
you shake your head quickly, “no! we’re not going to do that. it’d be so obvious we just fucked out here.” you disagree, arms crossing as you sit down criss cross on the floor.
he leans down to your ear, “you think they don’t already know, love? you were screaming my name. everyone here knows.” his voice is low and makes you shiver, your face going hot as you realize just how right he is.
needless to say, ghost carries to your room with knowing eyes glaring at the two of you the whole way there. but you really can’t care, knowing that this won’t be the last time it happens anyways.
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hi <3 i honestly have no motivation to write about call of duty right now. HOWEVER if any of you find joel from the last of us as sexy as i do, i’ll be making a side blog to write about him :) i’ll link it when i made it and everything lol
(****also i mean no hate when i say this but i really have come to the realization that i only find ghost and könig attractive from cod so this account may become smut for only those two!!!****)
hi, i just wanted to post really quickly to inform everyone that i probably won’t be able to post very much if i do at all. i got a job, which happens to be full time. and i’ll also be doing college full time too, so i’m probably going to have no time for anything.
i’m sorry, and i know this is probably disappointing. my main priority right now is my mental health <3 i will try my best to do what i can, but i’m just drained. as a result of this, i probably won’t be taking anymore requests because i don’t want to make anybody else wait. i appreciate everyone who reads this and supports my writing. :)
