He knows the kind of person he is, the blood that's on his hands, and he doesn't want to make a child experience that. Some deep part of him is terrified he'll be just like his father. He grimaces at the thought of even being around kids long enough to become a role model.
That is, until he holds your baby for the first time.
She's a feisty little thing, the spitting image of her father, kyle. He had wanted to invite simon over for weeks now, show off the little miracle you made. The footie match on the telly goes completely ignored when kyle hands her to ghost, smiling "watch out, she likes to move."
"She's...small." ghost whispers, frozen in place as he cradles the baby. Wide eyes blink up at him, little arms waving as if trying to acclimate to his hold. Ghost looks between you and baby, brows pinched in worry "is she supposed to be this small? Is– is she okay?"
"Yes, she's supposed to be small, simon." Gaz answers for you, already pulling out his phone while you lean forward to adjust ghosts hands.
He's so big, baby could easily be held in two palms. She stares up at him for a moment longer, then squeals in delight and kicks her feat happily.
You watch in real time as ghost melts, leaning back into the sofa and holding the doughy little baby to his chest. His eyes crinkle into a smile, and you suddenly understand why gaz was so insistent about this.
"You're a natural, simon. She'll love you." Kyle rests a hand on ghosts shoulder. There's more behind the gesture than you can understand.
Later, while you and kyle take some much needed alone time cooking together in the kitchen, ghost will still be sat with baby on the couch. Whispering stories to her that only earn sleepy babbles.
You can't wait to watch her grow up with the two of them by your side.
Ghost can’t understand you today. Usually, you’re so boisterous, loud and excited and laughing. Sure, a bit excitable for a beta, but none of them really fit into stereotypes. Today though, you’re acting like-
Well. Him.
Silent, eyes distant as you roll through the motions of the morning. It’s strange, to see you so skittish- arms folded like you’re hugging yourself. Like you’re keeping all your insides in, desperately not trying to let your guts spill out. The others all notice pretty quick, Soap visibly deflating when you don’t laugh at his usual antics. When he reaches out- you stand, letting out some kind of half assed excuse that your breakfast isn’t sitting well.
You end up hiding in your garage most of the day, fixing their gear up- exchanging parts, counting ammo. It helps, physically doing something you know will make a difference. You don’t answer the group chat, or their individual texts. You’re just.. a black hole. A pit of this strange emptiness, your scent stale and brittle- like dead grass. He wishes your pheromones were stronger, wishes he could understand you better.
When you skip lunch, Ghost decides it’s enough. The hangar is silent when he opens the back entrance- large garage door shut tight, like you were in a cocoon. No music, just the sound of a welding machine and distant sparks from under one of your little personal projects. He knows you can smell his scent- the way it sours when you don’t stop working and sit up.
“Hey.” He grunts, nudging your foot. The sound of the welder clicks off, and you slowly slide out on your creeper. You don’t lift up the welding mask, a black pit of nothing for Ghost to grasp onto.
“You skipped lunch.” He grunts, his scent souring more when you look away instead, shrugging your shoulders.
“Wasn’t hungry.”
“Weren’t hungry at breakfast either. You broken?” His voice sounds far harsher than he means, and he can tell it’s not working when you roll back under the hood of your project again.
“I’m fine, Ghost. I’ll just eat later,” you growl, and he probably should leave it at that. His broken instincts click and spark in the back of his skull though, an urge to examine his pack mate- soothe them, maybe.
How did Gaz usually do it? His nest was always clean and nice, he usually coaxed Ghost into laying down and taking a nap in the omega’s nest. He purred too, let Ghost relax on his chest and fall asleep to the vibrations.
Hm.
That must be what you needed.
You let out a shout that Ghost ignores when he yanks you back out from under the car. You thrash and kick at the alpha, snarling and yowling when he yanks off your welding mask-
“Simon- quit it- let go-!”
Puffy eyed. Your face is red and wet, and those broken instincts are suddenly pounding at the inside of Simon’s skull. He lets out gargled chuffs, hugging your body tightly against his and rubbing his masked face against you. Your teeth try to sink into his shoulder, only to shudder when you get a face full of pheromones instead. Usually Simon isn’t very good at using his, relying more often on physical presence since his glands worked poorly on good days, too thick with scar tissue to properly fill a room.
Somehow, the need to soothe you makes something in him work- old alpha instincts that are gnarled and twisted howling with desperation. Of course your arms go limp, huffing and sucking in deep breaths of your lieutenant. It’s almost cute, how fast you settle against him- that snarling dog you were mere moments ago fading like smoke.
He carries you like that all the way back to Gaz’s nest, your body clinging tightly to his massive frame the omega yips and jumps at the sight of you two. Circling the pair of you, his own pheromones blanketing you as the man wraps you both in blankets.
“I knew something was wrong, you should have been honest, pup! Now look at you both, all tuckered out hm? Simon, you did such a good job, such a good alpha,” Kyle cooed, scratching under the man’s chin and pressing kisses against both of your heads. Simon’s rumbling became louder, pleased alpha mixing well with the omega’s calming scent. You felt high, drooling and blinking tiredly against Simon’s tit- his rumbling rattling your skull just slightly in this- super satisfying way.
Your eyes finally closed when Gaz curled up against the two of you, face tucked into your hair as you drifted off to sleep.
GhostGaz x fem!reader, accidental voyeurism, sub!ghost vibes, comeplay, handies, noncon touching at the end, threats
Your breath keeps getting tighter in your chest. You hate this, hate the stupid plain gray walls and doors that all look the same. Hate the big, scary soldier who had barked at you, snapping about who are you and get the fuck out of my way, so you'd skittered off and promptly-
Got lost.
Your steps pick up speed. You feel hot and anxious and you don't want to get yelled at again, not when you've only just started this job, so when you hear a double set of booted feet coming your way you gasp, panic, and fling yourself through the closest door- barely registering the nameplate.
It's someone's barracks- bedroom- personal space, a bed with military corners and a desk with crumpled paper and sticky notes, a closed laptop, a laundry hamper in the corner, and the feet stop right outside the door, and the handle turns-
You panic. You're not the best at thinking under stress. So you bite down your shriek and jump sideways, landing in the narrow slot of a closet, and the folding door on it closes just as the other door opens.
Two men, tall, you can barely see them through the narrow slotted vents, and you clap your hands over your mouth to muffle the desperate panting. Surely they can hear you. Surely they can pick up the pounding of your heartbeat.
Instead, one turns to the other and says, teasing, "You always leave your door unlocked?"
"I like to live dangerously," the other replies, and you nearly bite your tongue in half. Thats- Lieutenant Riley. You'd met him just this morning, a steady, intimidating man with biceps the size of your head, and you realize what the nameplate said. Riley. The Ghost.
Oh, he's going to kill you.
They're still talking, please oh please let them just grab something and go, and you can slip out and go hyperventilate somewhere else- and then the other man, Garrick, call me Gaz, cups the others cheek in his hand and murmurs, low, "let me see you?"
You crouch just a little to see better, still covering your mouth, and you're glad for it because Ghost tugs his mask up, both cheeks now cradled in Gaz's hands, and their heads tilt and their mouths meet and they're kissing, soft and slow and easy, familiar.
"There's my sweetheart," Gaz purrs, and Ghost's hands twine around his back, slipping low, palming over his ass.
"Not your sweetheart on base," he rumbles, the room too small for you to pretend you can't hear it all.
"Mm, but you can be a little sweet for me, huh?" There's a clinking like metal, fabric shifting, and you see Ghost's face flush pink across his nose and ears, his eyes closed, mouth soft, and when he moans you realize that Gaz has his hand down his pants, that it was his belt being opened.
All hope of a quick getaway vanishes.
You can't move, the closet is a narrow gap and any shift of your body would make the hangars shift, clatter around, and there's little shelving things on either side too. Instead you're stuck standing in place, as the two men kiss again, and then Ghost makes the sweetest sound, and Gaz moans into his mouth with his arm flexing, and all that adrenaline- the energy and pounding hormones to send you out the door and away- turns itself around and floods down, between your thighs, and your pussy gets wet so fast it aches.
The men are moving together, bodies moving back and forth, one of Ghost's hands going between them as well, and your eyes flutter closed at the sound of a second belt being opened, another soft moan and gasp when his own hand- presumably- closes around Gaz's cock. It's almost worse, listening in, hearing the way they sound, your own imagination conjuring up more images- does Ghost moan like that every time? Is that slick sound their cocks or Gaz licking the sounds out of Ghost's mouth? You want to touch yourself but don't dare, not when you're pinned in so closely, and instead your pussy only clenches on itself, and your squeezed together thighs rub softly, unsatisfied.
Your eyes open again when there's a sharp thud and a low, groaning moan, and you see that Gaz has backed Ghost up against the edge of his bed, their knees knocking into it, still standing but their fists moving harder, faster. They're pressed so close you can't see between them, only the sharp jerks of their arms, the way Ghost's mouth parts and gasps, Gaz taking control- taking him, hot wet sucks of his tongue and a hand fisted in the back of his balaclava, black fabric bunching up, the rolled edge over the bridge of his nose rising higher until Gaz huffs and rips it off fully.
"There you are, there's my fucking sweetheart," he says, and his voice is so filthy and loving it makes your clit throb. "I could tell you needed this. Just a break before you go be Ghost again. Come on, give it to me, Simon," and you swallow a gasp and a gushing squeeze of your pussy as Ghost moans and lets his head fall back, held up in Gaz's arms, his hips rolling forward, into the tight hot grip on his cock.
There's a gap between them, and you shudder when Gaz drags Ghost's head over to lick up his neck, sucking at the bare skin, before he takes his hand off his cock- Ghost whines- and shoves the man's shirt up his chest.
"Hold that for me," he says, and your fingers flex on your thighs, grasping at your skirt. You're so hot it hurts. Ghost lifts his shirt up, pale skin and muscle crossed with scars, and you nearly lose it all when Gaz spits down between them, slicking his fingers further, and starts stroking Ghost again, his cock fully visible to your hiding space now. It's thick and heavy and rosy-pink at the tip, flushing down toward his balls, hidden under his opened jeans.
"You're gonna wear this," Gaz pants, and Ghost gives up his efforts at stroking Gaz's cock to cling to his shoulder instead. "Yours and mine both. Want you to smell like us today," and Ghost groans and jerks his hips, half-collapsed over the bed, and comes in white spurts that glisten on his skin, that highlight Gaz's fingers stroking him through it, gasping and moaning deep in his chest, like he's been punched.
Gaz kisses him, rubs the slick cum webbing his fingers down across Ghost's cock, lower over his balls, moaning when Ghost gets his own hand back between them and starts stroking Gaz's cock again. "Fuck yes, baby, just like that," he pants, and your fingernails dig into your thighs, sharp pain to ground you, "come on, make me come on you," and the moan slips free of your mouth.
You freeze, horrified, but Gaz is moaning with you as he comes, the louder sounds swallowing yours, and his cock pulses and spills thick and hot into Ghost's stomach, his flexing muscles, a little puddle in the mans navel before dark and pale fingers wipe it up together, smear it around, kissing with the slow deep satisfaction of people pleased with themselves.
"Love you so fucking much," Ghost says, his face red and eyes bright, and Gaz sticks the slick wet fingers into his mouth and makes him suck, his eyes closing in delight, and you can't help it, your hips roll forward and your fingers slip between your thighs- oh fuck, you're soaked, dripping past your panties- and the movement makes you lose your balance, catching yourself with your other hand on the closet door with a thunk.
There's a moment where you think they maybe didn't hear you.
And then the door is ripped open and you're on the floor, arm twisted up and a knee in your back and the two men shout at you, a gun is at your head, your hand is trapped between your body and the floor, fingertips curling over your clit, and you have the most humiliating, horrible orgasm you've ever experienced and then burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You burst out, hot and slick and feeling every horrible inch the voyeur. "I got lost, scared, I'm new- I just started- I heard someone coming, didn't wanna- get- get yelled at again," you wail as your arm is twisted tighter, "I just wanted to hide and then you came in and I couldn't get out, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to watch I swear, I promise! I was just going to hide and leave when you were, all d-done, but you're so hot, I just didn't mean to, I, I'm so sorryyyy," and you end with another burst of sobs and your face in the floor and fuck, you can smell them now, the hot sweaty sex smell that you can't ever forget.
Gaz, kneeling on your back, sighs. "And I'm supposed to believe all that?" He says, cold. "That you were just hanging around on accident?"
"Check her," Ghost says, even colder, holding the gun, and to your horror Gaz uses his other hand to lift your skirt up the rest of the way and tugs your panties off. You can feel the way they peel off your pussy, sticky-slick and clinging. They both pause, looking at you, at the wet and throbbing confirmation you were watching them together.
A black boot steps near your cheek. There's a little droplet of cum on it. "...think she's telling the truth," Ghost says, reluctant. "New girl, looks like she spent her time in there humping her hand, not looking for secrets. She's not got anything hiding in her."
"Nope," Gaz agrees, and his finger prods at your hole. You clench on it, trembling. "Just dumb fucking luck," and at last your arm is released, the crushing weight off your spine. You don't try to stand up, just roll over, gasping. They're glaring fiercely, and the gun is still pointed at you. You shudder.
"I swear, I panicked, I didn't mean to come in or do anything," you plead, "I'm sorry, I won't tell anyone, I swear!"
The gun vanishes into a holster, and your eyes shut in relief. Oh, oh thank goodness, then two hands hard as iron close around your arms and haul you upright.
You stagger, clutching at yourself, your skirt, trying to push it back down. Oh god, you came on Lt Riley's floor with his gun at your head. Sergeant Garrick had put his finger in you. You might have a panic attack after all- and you swallow it right back down at their faces.
They're looking down at you, then at each other, communicating in shifts of their eyes, in the way their weight settles, and then abruptly Gaz yanks you so you're pinned against Ghost's chest. You stare up at him, gulping, tears still trickling down your cheeks.
"One chance," Gaz says, and points at your nose. "We get even an idea of you being more than a little voyeur, and this-" his finger jabs lower, down your belly, and hooks into your pussy. You gasp, choking on a moan when Ghost's hands grip your biceps, hold you back against his body- "will be the least of your fucking worries. Understood?"
He tugs at your pussy, a jerk that makes your blood heat, and you nod frantically. "Yes, yes I understand, I swear it was just an accident, I promise-!"
Ghost leans down across your cheek, his scarred one hot against yours. "Better be. Because we'll be watching," and a hand comes up around your throat like a threat, of even worse to come if you are stupid enough to lie.
Gaz takes his finger out of you, grins low and mean and dirty when you clench around it, your pussy sucking at it. "Get the fuck out."
You don't hesitate, you stumble past them, panting, slick with sweat and arousal down your thighs, and the door snaps shut behind you, this time with the click of the lock. God, you hope you can find a bathroom to clean up before you get spotted again, wipe the tears away and try to salvage yourself a little, try to pretend this didn't just happen.
You're halfway down the hall when you realize they never gave you your panties back.
hi gorgeous poppy here’s my request for the 10k special!!
call of duty- ghostgaz x fem!reader
animal shelter au- maybe married ghostgaz decides to adopt and reader works there?? idk
a bit spicy would be great!
thank you so much in advance angel <3
Hello!! Hi!! Oh, this is an interesting idea. Animal shelter au? Yes, please!! I've added a touch of spice here. Just a tease.
ghostgaz x fem!reader
mdni // cw: suggestive themes // wc: 435
10k event masterlist // 10k event rules // main masterlist
“This is a nice surprise.” Your voice is all breath. “Wasn’t expecting to see either of you again.”
The two men sitting at the table with you smirk, their gazes sparkling with amusement.
“We were hoping for it,” replies Kyle.
“Made an impression on us,” adds Simon as if they rehearsed this.
You fiddle with the half-empty glass in front of you. “An impression?” you ask tentatively, because you don’t want to sound too hopeful but you’re eager to hear more.
Kyle glances at his husband, the two of them sharing a brief expression you can’t quite place, before turning his attention back to you.
“A good one,” he states with a flirty wink. “Promise.”
Heat rushes up your neck and into your cheeks, forcing your gaze downward with flickering embarrassment. “How’s the dog?”
“A sweetheart,” Simon promptly answers.
Kyle snorts. “Chews through all of his balaclavas.”
“Like I said,” shrugs Simon. “A sweetheart.”
You start to form another question, to keep asking about the pup the two men adopted at the local animal shelter you work at nearly a month ago. It’s a distraction from what you really want to ask. These weren’t your usual customers. There was something about them. You were drawn like a fish swimming toward a wiggling worm on a line.
“But we want to know about you,” and Kyle’s voice has a sultry quality. Dreamy and lucid.
“Me?” you scoff. “Why?”
“Is it not obvious?” drawls Simon.
You bite your lip, knowing exactly what he’s referring to. “At the time, I didn’t think—”
“Didn’t think what?” interrupts Simon, leaning forward, staring at you intently. “That we weren’t interested?”
No. Far from it.
Kyle playfully tugs on Simon’s shirt sleeve, the love he has for his husband clear and bright. “Simon’s a terrible flirt. Can see why you’d miss it.”
Simon leans into his affection. “I’m impeccable, dear.”
As you observe the two of them, you imagine yourself fitting between them, as an equal. Maybe that’s what they want. To have a third. To add more love. Or they want to fuck and have a bit of fun. That is the mark of it. The center of the point that is this meeting. Not simple happenstance but planned by them.
You glance around the bar you know so well. The one near the animal shelter. The one your frequent. “How often have you come here?”
Simon doesn’t shy away from the truth. “Often enough.”
“For a chance to see me?” you ask, leaning forward to match Simon’s flirty posture.
The two men smile. You’ve caught them in their hunt.
“you two idiots are the worst fucking patients i’ve ever had!” - nurse!reader about kyle and simon who both insist on taking turns escaping medical for an hour or two every day up until their discharge papers have been signed.
our bodyguard - kyle "gaz" garrick x poc!fem reader x simon "ghost" riley
warnings: MDNI; NFSW; smut with some plot; nasty sex; orgy setting; threesome; oral (fem and male receiving); an*l; spanking; playful use of daddy; not proof read
Note: Literally the nastiest things I've ever written. Nearly 3k words so buckle in
Imagine Kyle, your boyfriend, asks you to accompany him and Ghost on an undercover mission. Something about a secret meeting among high profile drug dealers that the team finally gained access to after months of trying.
The plan is that Kyle will go in as an interested buyer, Ghost will be his muscle, and you’ll be his eye-candy. The mission just consists of observing a hand-off so Gaz sees it as an opportunity for you two to dress to the nines and drink/eat a lot of rich people food for free.
You obviously go because you know the sex afterwards will be amazing.
Nothing turns you on more than seeing your man dressed up and having him for a whole night, eating and drinking until you’re both full. You’re getting wet just thinking about how good riding Kyle is gonna be later. He’ll be laying on your bed with his button-up and blazer on, slightly disheveled, his stomach with a slight pudge from all the food he’s eaten, his pants low enough so he can slip his dick out. You’ll be on top of him, maybe clothed, maybe not, depends how desperate you both are when you get home. You fight the urge to rub your legs together. What is Ghost going to think seeing his sergeant’s girl squirming right next to him.
Thankfully, the limousine stops just before it gets too much. Ghost slips out first and politely holds his hand out for you. You take it to help sell the illusion. You have to give it to Ghost, despite wearing all black and a gator, he still manages to look good. It’s probably all those muscles.
Before you could gaze at Ghost's body any longer, you feel Kyle right behind you. His hands grab at your waist as his body presses against your back. He places a small kiss at the back of your neck and asks if you’re ready. You feel your face (and body) burn at the small gesture as Ghost’s eyes lingers on the two of you. You nod, knowing if you speak, your voice will shake.
“That’s my baby,” Kyle gleams. And with that, Kyle and you walk in the venue with Ghost trailing behind.
And when you walk in, you are the least bit surprised to see a poker table. Rich people and gambling… a match made in heaven it seems. You three easily jump into your roles. Kyle took a seat and played his cards right (literally). Ghost stood right behind him and intimidated everyone in the room. And you sat on your beautiful boyfriend’s lap, pretending to be his ditzy lover, letting him kiss and grab at you all night. You kinda felt bad for Ghost as he watched you and Kyle grope at one another but you have to admit, it’s kinda hot knowing that your boyfriend’s superior is watching your boyfriend fondle you.
Maybe this is a new kink that you and Kyle can play around with later…
— — —
After finishing your fifth cup of wine, a waiter comes by and hands Ghost a white plastic bottle. He nods and looks at the bottle. You notice his eyes bulge as he inspects the small container.
“What is it?” Kyle asks as he counts his chips. You lean back against your boyfriend as everyone else at the table receive the same white bottle.
Without saying a word, Ghost hands Kyle the bottle who looks it over and chokes on his spit. You peer over and gasp.
Lube. Water-based personal lubricant.
“What the fuck?” You, Kyle, and Ghost stare at one another, confused by the sudden gift from the waitstaff. You turn towards the room and catch the hungry stares that appear on everyone else’s faces. You motion to your boyfriend and his superior to look. They’re dumbfounded by the energy shift.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the head of the table announces. She smirks to everyone at the table, eyes practically glowing with hunger. “Enough of these games. Let the real fun begin.” She reaches under the table and dumps a box of a bunch of packets to the table. You peer over and freeze when you recognize the small packets.
Condoms.
“What the—“
Ghost calls Kyle’s name and motions him to look around. You follow suit but immediately look away. Men and women, guests and staff, grabbed at one another, shoving willingly folks to nearby furniture. Clothes were being shoved down or torn off as lips latched themselves on partners, acquaintances, or strangers. Moans and gasps filled the room.
You hide your face in Kyle’s neck and hiss, “did you bring me to an orgy?”
Kyle stutters a bit before answering in a low voice. “I-I-we didn’t know. Intel didn’t mention anything about this.” He becks Ghost over to try to figure out an escape. However, after going back and forth for a bit, they come to a harrowing conclusion.
“The hand-off hasn’t happened yet and I’m guessing it’s after this. If we leave now, we‘ll miss it, and I don’t know when we’ll have another chance at this,” Ghost informs. Kyle sits still, deep in thought. You alternate your gaze from your boyfriend to his superior.
As the moans and skin slapping got louder and louder, you can’t help but squirm. You face Kyle once more who gives you an apologetic look. Realizing that there’s really no other choice, you nod your head gently.
“Thank you baby,” Kyle whispers before lifting you up from his lap. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as he walks you over to a nearby (and thankfully empty) divan. He gently lays you down and climbs over you, diving his face into your neck, alterning between kissing and sucking on your skin. You grab at his neck and press him further to your body. With a knee in between your legs, his hands wander your sides, grabbing and rubbing as they explore. Kyle nips at your neck which causes a small moan to slip out of you. However, before you can really let yourself go, a shrill voice interrupts you two.
You turn your face to the side and see a woman sitting at the edge of the poker table beckoning Ghost to join her and her bodyguard. Ghost freezes at the offer. Oblivious or just willingly ignorant, the woman’s boyguard grabs Ghost’s arms and begins to pull him towards them. Ghost begrudgingly takes a step towards them, practically signing himself off to be used until —
“Ah, ah, ah sweetheart. He’s on my payroll so he stays with us,” Kyle laughs. He quickly gets off of you and grabs Ghost. He pushes him towards you. Understanding what’s happening, you get on your knees on the divan and slide your arms over Ghost’s shoulders as he plops down. You practically drape yourself over the man, chest pressed against his back, mouth close to his covered ear, staring daggers at the woman. She tries to fight back but Kyle quickly shuts her up by saying, “my girl doesn’t like to share her toys.”
She rolls her eyes and grumbles under her breath, clearly annoyed that she didn’t get a piece of the Lieutenant, but backs off, leaving you, Kyle, and now Ghost to the inevitable. You try to get off of Ghost but he grabs at your arms, firmly keeping them draped over his shoulders. You look up at Kyle who stands before the two of you, eyes glazed over with desire.
Is this really going to happen?
— — —
“Ooh g-god, yes!”
You push Kyle’s head further in your pussy as you grind your wet folds into his mouth. Ghost, who sits right behind you, groans in your ear as your desperate grinding causes some friction against his dick. You turn your face towards Ghost and kiss his uncovered chin until he captures your lips against his. You moan in his mouth as his tongue rolls over yours.
Kyle lifts his head for a moment and groans out, “Fuck. You look so hot right now.” And you felt it too. Your dress bunched in the middle, tits hanging out, one man in between your legs while another behind, pawing at your chest. Even with the leering eyes in the room, you didn’t feel an ounce of shame as pleasure overtook your mind and body.
Kyle furiously eats you out, alternating between sucking and licking your clit. You could literallly feel your clit beat in your chest as you gasp for air. Kyle keeps kissing, sucking, licking, sucking, licking, and sucking until you moan-cried into Ghost’s mouth, As an intense flash of pleasure overtakes your body, your boyfriend presses his arms against your thighs to keep you from lifting yourself off Ghost entirely. You pant against Ghost’s chin as you try to catch your breath. Ghost, the saint that he is, nuzzles against your chin as he rubs his hands all across your torso in an effort to bring you back to Earth.
“You did so good, birdie,” Ghost groans in your ear. Desperate for some relief himself, Ghost settles his hands around your torso and slowly rocks you against his growing bulge.
You look down at Kyle with half-lidded eyes and moan at the sight of your boyfriend in between your legs with his mouth wet and eyes starved. He lays butterfly kisses all over your thighs without ever taking his eyes off of you. Your entire body tingled with delight.
“Feel good?” He laughs as you nod your head without any hesitation. With a grin on his face, Kyle climbs on top of you and with a knee in between your legs, he captures your lips against his. Eager for more, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him against you, causing yourself to lay back into Ghost’s shoulders as Kyle practically laid on top of you. As you tasted yourself on your boyfriend’s lips, Ghost kept rocking you against him, hoping for some relief himself.
You feel your chin get wetter and wetter as you and Kyle fight for dominance in each other’s mouth. And knowing that Ghost was right behind you, his face a few inches away from yours, only made your pussy grow wetter. You find yourself slowly rocking with Ghost, obsessed with the way his body feels against yours.
Kyle breaks first. He moves back and laughs as you pull your head forward in the hopes to catch his lips again. You catch how Kyle quickly glances at Ghost. You freeze as for a brief second, you thought your boyfriend was going to react negatively at the fact that his superior was practically getting off with his girlfriend, but instead, your boyfriend sighs and looks at you two warmly.
“Why don’t you let him taste you, baby?” Ghost whines at the idea. Not one to disappoint your boyfriend, you grab Ghost from the back of his head and pull him in for a kiss. Ghost doesn’t hesitate and immediately pushs his tongue in your mouth, allowing it to explore every crevice and muscle in it. Overwhelmed by your taste, the burly Lieutenant grinds his groin against your ass while rocking you against him.
After a few seconds of desperate grinding, Ghost finally cums. His grip on you tightens as he moans in your mouth. He continues to rock you against his body until his body tensed from overstimulation. You break the kiss as oxygen became a necessity again. He lays his head back against the head of the divan, mouth open, heaving for air.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so relaxed before,” your boyfriend observes. You can’t help but giggle at the thought of the 6’8 Lieutenant being pacified by some furious grinding. Before you can dwell on it further, you feel a firm tug at your legs.
“Think you can help me, baby?” You follow Kyle’s gaze and rub your legs instinctively as your boyfriend’s impressive bulge makes eye contact with you. You scoot lower, slowly easing yourself down Ghost to give your boyfriend better access. However, Kyle, not wanting to exclude his superior, motions you to flip over. With your ass in the air and face in between Ghost’s legs, your boyfriend drapes his chest against your back and whispers in your ear, “clean him up for me while I make you feel good again.”
And without any hesitation, your boyfriend slowly eases himself into you. There's no need for the lube as you're practically dripping after your last orgasm. Fuck, you love the way he fills you up. You moan at the sensation and gently rock yourself against him. After a few fruitful thrusts, your boyfriend pauses. Before you have a chance to whine, a firm slap meets your ass.
“D-d-idn’t I say to clean him,” Kyle groans. You turn back to glare at him but he nods his head, motioning you to look out the room.
Oh yeah, you’re at some weird sex club. You look over and see how some men and women were being manhandled by their eager partners. Realizing what Kyle was doing, you decide to play along.
You give your best imitation of a pornstor moaning, and pout at Kyle. “Sorry, daddy.” You wink at him as you know how much Kyle hates that word. Kyle’s eyes tense for a second before smacking your ass once again.
Still dazed by his last orgasm, Ghost gasps as he feels your nimble fingers tug at his pants. His head goes fuzzy as you stare up at him hungrily.
“Can I?” you plead.
“P-p-please,” he begs. He groans when his half-hard cock springs out from the confines of his sticky bottoms. He doesn’t even have a moment to collect himself before you take his entire length in your mouth.
“Oh fuck!” he cries. He throws his head back as the sight of your head bobbing on his cock while his sergeant mounts you from behind becomes too much. However, that didn’t ease pulsating in his dick as you moaned against it when Kyle began to play with your clit.
You weren’t sure who was louder, you, Kyle, Ghost, or every other sucker in this room getting fucked within an inch over their life.
Ghost is the first to break. He pushes you off his dick and pushes his dick down before finishing. His cum lands on the couch instead of you. What a gentleman.
You unfortunately don’t have a chance to thank him as you’re the next to break. Without your boyfriend’s superior’s dick in your mouth, your moans fill the room as your dam breaks as Kyle hits the same sweet spot over and over and over again. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you start to sing your boyfriend’s name. Not wanting to blow their covers, Ghost presses his mouth against yours to silence you, forcing you to cry in his mouth instead.
Afte hearing the start of your name, Kyle’s thrusts become sporadic as he orgasm hits him instantantely. He practically falls on top of you, cursing your pussy, his chest against your back, laying you flat on the divan. Kyle sings your praises in your ear, complimenting how well you took him and his beloved “bodyguard.” Ghost rubs your head endearingly as words seem impossible at the moment.
You let out an airy laugh in response. You three slowly catch your breaths as the rest of the room reach their finish. If missions are always like this, you might ask to join them more often.
— — —
“Witnessed the hand-off?”
“Better. Captured it, cap’n. Wha, think we’re a bunch of novices?” Kyle jokes as he slides a flashdrive across the table to Price.
Price takes it and nods his head in approval. “Never doubted you two.” With a wave of his hand, Price excuses Kyle and Ghost from his office. Before the Sergeant and Lieutenant leave their captain to review their findings, John asks one final question.
“Oh Gaz, did your girl have a fun time?” Ghost stills while Kyle chuckles.
“A great time, but I think Ghost here had a better time. Right, L.T?” Kyle smacks his hand over Ghost’s shoulder which earns him a pointed look from his superior.
Not catching the underlying message, Price chuckles. “Good to hear. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
“Please do."
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something something ghostgaz and pricesoap about one half of the couple being too extreme so the other mellows him out.
for example:
ghost and soap being socially inept but each on opposite ends of the spectrum where ghost is an extreme introvert while soap is an extreme extrovert. ghost hates talking to people he's not comfortable with and will actively avoid conversations unless it's absolutely necessary while soap is intensely overbearing and bordering the line of creepy.
which is where gaz and price come in. gaz will be the one to handle conversations when ghost doesn't want to because he's got a friendly face and he's easy to talk to. price has a stable personality and stern enough to keep soap in check, very often reeling the mutt in when necessary (which is often).
whichever pair you’re dealing with, it always works. whether it’s Soap or Ghost on the verge of scaring you off, Price or Gaz is right there to pull you back into their clutches. and in some cases, Price and Gaz use their more unsettling partners to purposefully scare you so they can trap you. whether it’s Price using his secure nature to stabalize you after Ghost knocks you off kilter with his hostility or it’s Gaz’s pretty smile and honey sweet voice lulling your beating heart after Soap spooked you, it always works.
hiii fern!!! how are you?? i hope everything is alright <3
i saw that requests are open and lately i've been thinking about simon with his big tattooed arm maybe idk choking reader LIKE PURE SMUTTTT i just want this after a tough shift 😭😭😭😭
ps: if you don't write for simon maybe consider writing for GAZ!!!! i know he doesn't have any tattoos but it's fictional anyway soooo i'll be very happy with both of them btw
sending you lots of love and positive xoxoxo 💗
yeah why not both ?
ghost + gaz x fem!reader, 18+ smut, all porn no plot i’m sorry, no i’m not, gaz is a sweetheart and ghost is a bit of a prick (hot), quite short, unedited as per the usual x
(ps: i’m doing alright, thank you for checking in on lil old me lol. and i hope this is ok <3)
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a large, tattooed bicep enclosed around your throat, pinning you back against a mountain of a body; all thick with corded muscle, layered with soft fat; warm like a furnace and smelling of musk and bourbon-rich cologne.
your eyes, glazed and watering along your lower lash line, gazed ahead— that was the only way you could look— and watched as another body approached; dark and lean, sinewed abdomen chiseled from marble; sparse trail of dark hair trekking down from the indent of his navel.
greek gods basking in your personal space. ares and apollo. getting off on the way you writhed and shivered and trembled, soft body pliant beneath them, such a strange material compared to the stone they had been carved from. but they loved it: loved the way your skin dimpled beneath the weight of their broad hands, loved the way your tits swayed, and loved the way the fat of your arse rippled.
ghost had you pinned to the bed. a rabbit in a snare, pressed upon by an apex predator. you had been on your hands and knees when this all began, but now here you were, collapsed in a mound, sweating, panting. ghost had then hooked his bicep around your neck and peeled you back against him, unsticking you from the bedsheets to rut his cock into the clutch of your pussy.
he barely pulled his cock out all the way. rutting, humping against the curve of your arse. thick cock splitting you open, making your pussy drool, puffy clit shining with his spit as the ruddy head pushed deep towards your cervix.
he was hitting the right angle. the right spots. on target, each and every time. his hips rubbed up against your backside, the warmth of his bicep around your neck building sweat there. you mewled his name, and he tightened his grip, redoubling his efforts.
gaz stood at the foot of the bed, his own cock in his hand; flushed and leaking, twitching against his palm as he fisted himself, his dark eyes on the way your body moved. moved against the mattress, back against ghost’s large body.
your eyes, previously unfocused as ghost pushed you towards the precipice, honed in on gaz and the wet sounds unfurling from his enclosed hand. you moaned as pre-cum dribbled down his knuckles, your mouth dropping open in eager anticipation— and eager participation, much to gaz’s excitement.
pride bubbled in gaz’s chest. a cauldron of emotions burning hot against his sternum. he took a step forward, mindful of the way ghost’s rolling thrusts shunted you forward, like being pushed by a wave against the shore.
he held his cock out towards your face, tutting lightly under his breath at the way you stuck out your tongue with pleading eyes. opaque and glossy, tongue pink and much the same.
“give it a kiss,” gaz whispered softly, and through your moaning and the couple of tears rolling down your cheeks, you listened.
despite the anchoring bicep around your neck, a cast-iron clamp that hadn’t allowed you to move before, you leaned forward. ghost didn’t make an effort to stop you— in fact, he withdrew his arm completely.
you placed a kiss to the crown of gaz’s cock, a pearly bead of pre-cum smearing across your lips. you so wanted to envelop the thick of it in your mouth, but you withheld. especially when one of ghost’s hands, a broad paw with dry callouses across the pads, cuffed the back of your neck.
gaz cooed down at you as ghost forced your head still. “oh, my darling girl. such a sweet kiss, hm? you’re so gentle.”
the warm, wet head of his cock was brought back to your lips, and this time, ghost didn’t let you move forward to engage. collared, you waited patiently for gaz’s cock to reach your lips before you could kiss it again. gentle once more.
ghost grunted behind you. animalistic, blunt nails digging into the sides of your neck. his strong arm held firm against your back too, a slab of marble shaped like a forearm; ares, he was, with arms built to slay the son of the sea god himself.
strong, is what you were trying to affirm. unmoving and unyielding. almost as strong as the words that felt from his mouth.
“open your fucking mouth,” he uttered, hips slamming against yours. “give gaz a proper kiss.”
you did without hesitation. gaz, radiating light with a bright smile spread across his face, used one of his hands to pet the side of your head, and the other to carefully push his cock into your opened mouth.
his mouth dropped open in a breathy moan, your name tumbling out somewhere amongst the chorus, too. slowly, he slipped his cock into your mouth, warmth enveloping him.
“what a good girl. such a good listener,” gaz said, beginning to rut his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your mouth. you couldn’t do much with ghost’s hand still tight on the back of your neck.
behind you, ghost chuckled at his words. “s’only a good listener ‘cause she’s got a cock in her cunt. fuckin’ desperate for it— for two cocks, gaz. tha’s why. isn’t that right, baby?”
he knew you couldn’t answer. you couldn’t move your head, his arm a chain to your movements. you couldn’t speak, gaz’s cock a cork to the bottle of your voice. you could gurgle and hum from the back of your throat, causing vibrations that had gaz’s cock pulsing against the flat of your tongue.
ghost chuckled again. this time, darker. you wish you could’ve seen his face. imagining the way his eyes darkened had your pussy fluttering around his cock.
“actin’ a right mess. pitchin’ a fit for some big fuckin’ cock,” he said, still punching the air from your lungs as he thrusted in and out of you. “makin’ a fuss all evenin’ ‘cause her pussy’s fuckin’ soaked and her little toy’s aren’t cuttin’ it.”
you mewled— spluttered— around gaz’s cock. he continued to stroke your face, his presence warm and honey-tinted; an oracle of the sun, smelling like the earthy musk of shea and designer-expensive cologne.
“she’s allowed to have needs, ghost. she’s allowed to be desperate for something she wants. isn’t that right, pretty girl?” gaz said quietly, coaxing his cock all the way into your mouth. you breathed carefully through your nose, mindful now of your teeth.
ghost grunted. “hardly. needy slag’s been fuckin’ gaggin’ for it.”
gaz shook his head, still petting you while he literally choked you with his cock. “she’s been such a good girl. she deserves it.”
“yeah,” ghost grunted, not convinced. “deserves it.”
your orgasm built in your stomach. hot, frothing, bubbling high. your belly was awash with the tempest of your climax, the waves gathering power, white caps drawing static through your bloodstream. your legs began to quiver, sweat dripping down the backs of your knees.
your cunt clenched as you balled your eyes tight, clit exposed like a sea pearl, glistening and buzzing tightly as your climax gathered. you moaned around gaz’s cock, to which he moaned back, cupping his balls and holding the side of your head gently.
ghost fucked you towards pleasure’s end. he had every intention of leaving you on the edge of the cliff— dangling there, a heroine abandoned by her saviour. but, he looked up, and the surprisingly intimidating glare of gaz wiped the thought from his mind.
you’re lucky he’s feeling generous.
and nothing to do with the furies dancing behind the darkened irises of gaz’s eyes. nothing to do with gaz threatening to snap ghost’s red string of fate: a line tethered to both you and him, both for different reasons.
“go’on then,” ghost lowered his eyes to where he held you down, fucking into you, holding you like an oversized fleshlight. he was quickly enraptured by the arch of your back and the curve of your arse. “you wanna come?”
again, you couldn’t answer. but you looked up at gaz with pleading eyes, to which he responded with a pet on the cheek and a sympathetic smile.
“of course she does,” gaz answered for you. “she’s been such a good girl for us that she needs to come, ghost.”
ghost grunted, unconvinced— again.
gaz ran his tongue over his teeth as his cock nudged at the back of your throat as he began increasing the pace and depth of his own thrusts.
he didn’t have to say anything. ghost looked up and then immediately looked back down at you. gaz was burning hot, a pyre radiating waves of unavoidable heat. ghost could feel it melting the ice that holed his heart in his chest.
“okay— okay, baby, you can come,” he spluttered, head dropping. “yeah, that’s it, want you to come ‘round my cock.”
gaz smiled.
and you came— with a burst of galaxies behind your eyelids, your body broke, something snapping low in your stomach, something releasing in the base of your spine. you cried out around gaz’s cock, a loud moan reverberating around the stretched cavity of your mouth.
gaz wasn’t far behind. he held you steady as you fizzled down from your high and then came directly down your throat. his abs tensed, muscles shifting, stone moving. he moaned beautifully, head thrown back, pecs rising and falling as his cock twitched heavily in your mouth and spurts of cum coated your throat. not too salty, not unpleasant at all. ichor of the gods.
“good girl— that’s our good girl,” gaz panted, petting the top of your head as he kept his slowly softening cock in your mouth. “fucking hell, our good girl.”
ghost grunted, listening to the way you whined around gaz’s cock at his words, and the words themselves. ghost lost himself, finding familiarity only in the tight, wet heat of your pussy and beneath the veil of gaz’s praise. here, he came with clenched eyes and a vice-grip on the back of your neck.
he bullied his cock deep inside. as deep as it could go. ichor shot out in ropes, painting the plug of your cervix in warmth, some dripping out of your puffy hole and down the thick of your thighs. ghost allowed himself a small moan, then bit it back when his head started to swim.
“such a good girl,” gaz repeated, finally pulling his cock from your mouth. “right, ghost? our girl did so well for us.”
ghost panted and heaved, the mountain moving. nearly begrudgingly, and possibly tugged along by that thickening string of fate, ghost nodded. he couldn’t keep pretending like he didn’t think you were a good girl. their best girl.
“yeah,” he replied, voice hoarse, hand releasing your neck and smoothing down the expanse of your exposed back. “our best girl.”
