Reader advisory: 18+ NSFW, slightly cnc (stalking), male x female reader
A/N: hey all 12 of you in the ghosts side of the fanbase…I JUST MADE SOME BULLLLLSHIT
there’s not nearly enough kick fics out there rn…so allow me.
I wrote this while drunk btw
Kick had been suspicious of you since the day you joined the team. What was Merrick thinking? Letting a pretty young thing like you onto a team full of wolves. Surely you wouldn’t be able to keep up, right? And If you could, how?
Kick wondered what your angle was, and he was determined to find it.
He’d spent weeks collecting tabs on you.
He watched you from across the chow hall as you picked at the less than appetizing food, he took note on the way you handled your rifle with quick precision, carefully disassembling and reassembling it with the same suave efficiency that you had when you’d take the shot. He noticed the way you interacted with the other members on the team, how even the toughest of nuts to crack like Keegan and Neptune seemed to like you, and of course how the younger more impressionable members such as Hesh seemed to fall head over heels for you, completely at your mercy. He even took note of your workouts, particularly the way the fabric of your gym shorts and sports bra seemed to hug each and every curve during, further adding to your feminine allure, and tacking onto some rather confusing emotions for himself. Despite having learned your routines from the moment you’d enter the base to the exact time you’d leave, Kick couldn’t place his finger on it…something was off with you.
He needed to dig deeper.
One night while you were still at the gym, he had snuck into your room in the barracks. It was easy enough for him, he used a code he had pulled from a database to swiftly punch in the numbers on the lock pad and enter your room. He did a quick scan of the room, impressed by your tidiness. He noticed a small mirror with a light attached on your desk, along with various hair and makeup products, each smelling better than the last. He looked to his right and noticed a small kitchen nook that held a pink coffee pot, various mugs, a hand soap, and portable stovetop. Your bed was neatly made, soft and fluffy blankets draped over the mattress with a few stuffed animals propped up against the pink pillows.
Cute. He thought to himself.
He continued to scan the room before something caught his eye.
Bingo.
Your laptop sat neatly on another desk, closed, but exactly what he needed for digging up dirt. He opened the laptop slowly, pulled out a small SD card, and carefully slid the chip into the port. Kick pulled his phone out to make sure he was patched in. He smirked to himself under the mask. On his screen he saw himself, and the entirety of your room, his full dark gear a stark contrast to your soft and feminine room. He knew it was wrong, to watch you like some kind of stalker, but it was his job..and he needed to find out what you did in your spare time. If something struck him as odd, he’d just dial into your computer like he usually would. Watching you through the camera just…gave him a better advantage.
Yeah. A better advantage. He thought to himself.
Give her the benefit of the doubt.
The next few nights were quiet. You’d get up, do your daily routine, come back to your room, shower and go to bed. Plain and simple. You hadn’t even questioned why your laptop had been left open. You just went about your days as normal.
“Heh.” Kick chuckled to himself as he typed away at his computer.
“Efficient tracker my ass.” He muttered. “Can’t even tell when someone’s watching you…and Merrick expects you to assist me on the next mission? Please…” he grumbled to himself as he watched you type away at your phone as you laid back in bed.
Kick sat at his desk, typing away at more boring mission reports he had been putting off until the last minute. Though, nothing said he couldn’t keep tabs on his favorite suspect while he worked. Besides, having a pretty face to observe while he worked made the grueling task all the more exciting.
You remained still for the next 30 minutes, on a seemingly never ending scroll through your phone. Kick thought it was endearing, in an invasive sort of way. You were both enjoying each other’s company, even if one of you didn’t realize it.
“What the fuck am I doing…” kick groaned, leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s..she’s perfectly fine. There’s nothing wrong with her..” he slid his hand down his face, dragging his mask slightly as he did so, tired amber eyes opening halfway. “I’m just being such a fucking…”
He paused.
You were sitting at your computer, upper body in the frame as you squinted at your screen.
Kick clenched his jaw.
Shit. He thought.
You seemed to be typing something, but why the sudden move to your laptop? Did you have extra work you had forgotten about? Were you trying to search something? Had he been made? Kick was itching to check, but he knew he was already in deep, and he had told himself he’d only go deeper if he found something to be suspicious of.
He Inhaled sharply, his pulse racing. He felt his palms grow sweaty under his gloves, and he couldn’t shake the thought that you knew.
Suddenly, your confused face shifted into a neutral one, and you swiftly left the frame. Kick nervously leaned forward, elbows resting anxiously against his knees, fists balled up against his chin.
Where’d you go.. he thought to himself.
He then noticed a lightswitch in the corner of the frame flip on, and heard the sound of running water.
He exhaled sharply.
“She’s just showering..” he mumbled.
Showering.
An image flashed in his mind. One that he grimaced at. Not out of disgust for you, but shame for himself. He was already in deep, but this little mission he was on was strictly professional. Even if it was solo.
Wrenching himself out of his twisted thoughts, he turned himself back to his report.
Maybe thinking about a mission i nearly died on will get my mind out of the gutters. He thought to himself with a frown.
He continued on like this for a few more minutes, aimlessly typing away on their previous mission. The screaming bullets, the sounds of enemies and allies shouting, the bloodshed. Each painful detail, right down to the weather in the sky and the bugs on the ground, mapped out.
His concentration was snapped in half as he saw a shadow move on his phone screen. His attention snapped back to the small monitor, and he noticed something that made his jaw drop.
You were wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The fabric clung to your torso so perfectly, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Your glistening skin, your damp hair, the steam rising off your body, it almost made Kick burst a blood vessel right then and there. He felt his breathing getting deeper.
You grabbed one of the beauty products on your desk, the lotion. You squirted a generous amount into your hands, and slowly began to lather the cream onto your body. You covered every curve, every crease, slowly, delicately, intimately. Kick clenched his jaw once more, trying his hardest to push his unholy thoughts down.
You finished with the lotion, and moved to sit at your desk, still wrapped in the soft towel, cleavage ever so visible in the frame. It was almost as if you were staring straight through him. Looking into the camera as you began to take a comb to your hair, starting at the ends and slowly working your way up, just as you had with the lotion that softened your skin ever so delicately.
Kick swallowed hard.
She’s just looking into her mirror…she must have moved it when I wasn’t paying attention…why did I take my eyes off her? He questioned silently.
But he pushed the thought down. He just continued to watch you. He watched as you carefully brushed your hair, carefully detangling each strand, the softness of it as it began to dry out. He watched you carefully reach for your makeup, the curve of your eyeliner with fierce precision, the way your lipstick glided across your plush lips, the curl of your mascara against your sweet lashes that always seemed to bat his way.
“Fuck..” he muttered to himself.
You carefully applied the finishing touches onto your makeup, staring into the camera for a moment before you reached for your setting spray, locking your makeup in for the next few hours. You closed your eyes as the mist landed across your carefully crafted face, before you opened your eyes to stare into the camera once more, painted lips curling into a smile as you slowly set the bottle of spray down.
Kick swallowed the lump in his throat once more, feeling a familiar ache beginning to form in his trousers.
You suddenly did something that he wasn’t expecting. Something neither of you had expected tonight.
You moved to the side of your bed, and quickly dropped your towel, body fully exposed and bare towards your camera.
Kick’s breath hitched, soft amber eyes widening as he watched you strip bare before him. He only caught a glimpse of your backside, and the smallest glance at the soft curve of your breast, before you slowly crawled into bed, completely hidden under your covers.
You settled in, and grabbed your remote. You quickly flipped your tv on, and scrolled for a few long minutes, flipping through channels and getting as comfortable as you possibly could under the covers.
Kick watched intently, the tent in his pants growing as he watched you indecisively flipping through whatever bullshit tv show it is you wanted to watch. He knew what he wanted to watch. He just had to wait and see what the endgame was.
You finally settled on a romcom, not quite hallmark, but not necessarily rated R either. Something to suit your late night. Calm, feisty, and seductive.
The next 40 minutes were nothing but you tossing and turning, or sitting perfectly still against your pillows as you watched the movie.
Kick couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You looked so pretty, so soft sitting against your fluffy sheets, and knowing of the figure imprinted in his mind that lay underneath them? He couldn’t help but palm at his jeans, biting his lip as he felt the relief ease up ever so slightly.
Finally, the two actors on the screen began to share a passionate kiss. You perked up. In turn, kick perked up as well. You watched on for a few more minutes, the scene progressing from a passionate kiss into a hot make out session, and finally the actors clothing began to seemingly melt away from their bodies, hands beginning to wander, and the sweaty bodies joined together in blissful coitus. You watched on, cheeks heating up under your makeup as you watched the scene unfold, and Kick watched on as you watched, hearing the soft moans coming from the tv as you watched intently.
You sat up, careful to keep the blanket pulled to your chest, and reached for something in your nightstand.
Kick raised an eyebrow under his mask, hand steadying on his bulge.
What are you up to girl? He thought as his eyes tracked your movements across the screen.
You pulled out a purple vibrator. It had a curved tip, and a little lower, there was another tip curving inward. It looked metallic, and heavy, so Kick suspected it may have been electric.
He let out a soft gasp.
Were you seriously about to use this in front of him? He thought as a bead of sweat began to run down his temple, more so out of arousal rather than anxiety.
You slowly drew the toy into the soft plush of the covers, a soft buzzing sound erupting from them, before it continued steadily. And along with the soft humming, came a blissful expression to your face.
Kick bit his lip, then clenched his jaw as he reached for his zipper.
You writhed underneath the sheets, head tossing back as your mouth parted, a soft gasp escaping your lips.
Kick gasped simultaneously, pulling the zipper down as fast as he could and heftily pulling his cock from his pants. He wrapped a fist around it, giving it a few firm strokes before he was at full mast.
You brought your free hand up to your breast, massaging it firmly as your mouth fell fully open, a soft moan escaping your lips as your vibrator drug across your clit, the tingling sensation overwhelming your senses.
And Kick watched it all. Every moan, every gasp, every little movement, just made him fist his cock faster. His breathing was heavy now, reports long forgotten, as he watched your pretty face contort, and your body writhe under the covers. He began to pump his shaft faster, and the louder your moans got, the more worked up he got.
The couple on the screen gasped, the screen cutting to a blissed out shot of the woman’s face, with a moan escaping her lips. You let out a whine, pressing the vibrator past your folds, pressing a button to activate the toy, the electricity snapping to life and starting to thrust the toy in and out of you automatically.
Kick let out a deep groan, his teeth grinding as he heard you gasp and shift under the covers, hearing the mechanical sounds of the toy as it began to move, wishing so desperately it was him there in place of it. He watched as you fucked yourself, hearing the slick sounds of your pussy underneath the covers, and he tried to match your rhythm, soft gasps and groans leaving his lips as he watched you play with yourself. Even though he couldn’t see you, he had seen enough to conjure up the naughtiest image within his mind.
Your hand fondling your breast slid down your torso and to your clit, swiftly replacing the toy, turning it off and tossing it aside. Your fingers grazed across the sensitive bud, and you let out a moan. Kick moaned as well, running his thumb across the tip of his cock, collecting pre cum and using it as a lubricant for the rest of his cock. You slowly began to move your fingers in tight, firm circles, letting out the most pornographic moan you could muster up, your upper body curving up, causing the sheets to slide off ever so slightly, your hardened nipple poking out. Kick gasped, fisting his cock faster, letting out a growl as he watched intently now, vein popping out of his forehead and sweat beading at his temple as he shifted his hand along his shaft. You could feel the pressure building in your core. The hot, deep magma bubbling up. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. Kick grunted.
“Baby c’mon…I need you to cum for me…I’m almost there..”
Your breathing picked up, and your body began to tense. Kick knew exactly what this meant. He began to pump himself faster, all cautions thrown to the wind as he carelessly let out the most pitiful whimpers and whines, grinding up into his fist as he watched you thrash beneath the covers. Your face lit up, moaning loudly as your whole body suddenly began to contort, shake, and spasm. You let out a drawn out scream, a breathy gasp tailing it. The curve of your exposed breasts, the way your face scrunched up in orgasmic bliss, the deep perversion of it all, made Kick break like a twig. He erupted, his cock twitching as he roared, spurts of cum hitting his chest, not caring one bit in the moment of the repercussions. He painted his uniform, and groaned as he gave a few more sloppy pumps to his cock, before he crashed back against his chair, panting heavily, cock twitching in the aftershocks. Your face was heated, body glistening slightly, though whether that was from sweat or the lotion, was a mystery Kick was happy to leave unsolved. He panted, staring at you through the tiny screen, as if he had just seen the most erotic porno of his life.
But, after a few drawn out minutes of you both coming down from your orgasms, you moved.
You sat up quickly. Tossing your legs over the bed and placing your feet against the cold tile. You slowly stood, the covers dragging off of your shoulders as you turned towards the camera. Kick’s breath hitched as he watched you slowly stand from the bed, your legs shakily carrying your bare body towards the computer. Once you reached it, you reached one arm up to the corner of the screen, then your eyes moved directly into the eye of the lens. Kick stared back. With a smirk, you quietly muttered.
“I know you’re watching me you filthy perv…so why don’t you come and get me.”
Before you suddenly pressed a button on your computer, disconnecting the signal.
Kick shot up, not caring about his cock freely out, his chair flying back with the speed of him flying up.
His heart rate picked up. His body felt ice cold. He almost felt sick.
But a sudden smirk crossed his face.
Underneath his mask, he was grinning.
You knew.
You really were as smart as Merrick said.
But now that you knew, he didn’t have to pretend he was just watching out of suspicion now.
He wanted you, and he wanted you all to himself.
He quickly turned off his phone and shut down his computer, pushing his cock back into his jeans and turning swiftly on his heel as he made his way to the door, pulling it shut with a slam.
the ghosts trying to sing on comms because during a lull kick says, "if at least one of us is the next phil collins we can all quit our jobs"
and elias ends up crying because he's finding out the hard way that half his team is nearly tone deaf and like only two of his guys could pass as okay singers and that's him being generous
Keegan arguing with Kick about something stupid maybe? XD
Like, idk... He was supposed to grab him mild KFC and grabbed both spicy instead 😆😆🔥🔥🔥
[ID: black-and-white drawing of keegan p. russ and kick from call of duty:ghosts. keegan is holding two KFC bags saying "SUPER SPICY" with a mildly annoyed expression, holding one of them up. kick is looking at it with a disappointed face. the dialogue reads:
kick: Aw, man- Keegan, I told you to get me the mild version :(
kick: I can't handle heat...
keegan: Your white ass WILL gain spice tolerance. Or I can't be friends with you anymore.
there's a smaller text with an arrow pointing to keegan, which reads: "genuinely forgot but won't admit it". End ID.]
