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Service Dog Johnny (18+) - Ghost/Fem Reader/Soap

Part 1 - Simon calls your bluff

Part 2 - Simon convinces you to fuck Johnny

Part 3 - Simon helps you cum

Part 4 - Your first time with Johnny

Part 5 - Simon gets you ready to fuck Johnny

Part 6 - Johnny fucks you in Simon’s bed

Part 7 - You rescue Johnny

Part 8 - Meet Cute

Part 9 - Sack of Flour

Part 10 - Johnny for dinner

Part 11 - Ghost in the bedroom

Part 12 - Soap bends you over

Part 13 - You spit in Soap's mouth

Part 14 - Ghost cleans you up

Part 15 - Fuck off, Johnny

Part 16 - Ghost holds you under

Part 17 - tbd

Service Dog Johnny Headcanons and Bonus Scenes

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Throuplegate and Johnnygate tags if you’re messy.

Concept for this series by Rowarn:

Art by Rinchu

Cry counter: 🤭 Reader ✔️✔️✔️ Johnny ✔️ Simon ✔️

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Moonlit Collection

In the darkness something gathers; in the moonlight, something blooms.

The 141 are sent to break up a human trafficking ring. The little rescue they bring back is full of surprises.

Ripped from the world you know, you claw and drag your way through this new one to save the ones you know and love. Little do you know that you'll be adding four more to that list of to-be-saved (and treasured).

AFAB Reader x Poly!141, slowburn, no y/n, (she/her) pronouns.

Reader!With a backstory

CW: Canon typical violence, captivity/human trafficking, torture

EXPLICIT 18+ (eventually!)

Archive of Our Own Link

Teaser

Chapter 1: Caged

Chapter 2: Cleared

Chapter 3: Trust

Chapter 4: Translated - scheduled 07/26

Chapter 5: Startled - scheduled 08/09

Chapters 6 - 10 - In progress

Think innocent thoughts…

That’s how schlatt eats pussy

Rewind

Pairing: Schlatt x gn!reader (no pronouns, no use of y/n)

Word Count: ~780

Summary: What do you get as a gift for someone who has it all?

Content: Fluff, pet names (angel). Schlatt and reader are childhood best friends who recently reconnected :)

A/N: Hi! This is my first attempt at writing for Schlatt. Let me know how I did! :)

You’ve been stressing ever since you flipped the calendar page over this morning. Your first anniversary with Schlatt is this month, the date marked with a heart, and you have no idea what you’re going to get him.

What do you get as a gift for someone who has it all?

You’re in your parents’ attic, helping them to clean it up a bit, when you find the answer to your dilemma.

You come across an unmarked cardboard box, which by itself isn’t unusual; you’ve already sorted through a dozen just like it. What makes it special is what you find inside—it’s filled with VHS-C tapes from your family’s old camcorder. You’ve just stumbled upon a treasure trove of memories.

You know for a fact that there is footage of Schlatt within these tapes, from birthday celebrations to stupid “movies” the two of you made together. As you pick up a tape, labeled with both of your names and the date it was captured, you start to form a plan.

Your childhood bedroom is exactly as you left it when you moved out, down to the old CRT TV and combination VHS and DVD player. After some quick Googling, you’re turning on the TV and popping the first tape, along with a blank DVD, into the player.

Static. Then, a picture comes into view: a grainy scene of a much younger version of you in front of a birthday cake, Schlatt right at your side as he and the rest of the party-goers sing “Happy Birthday” and you blow out the candles. You can’t help but smile at the display.

The video continues, showing you tearing into your birthday presents (with Schlatt right there to help you, of course). You’re transported back to that day, long forgotten until now, where you almost had more fun playing with the wrapping paper and tissue paper than the actual presents you received.

Soon, the first tape ends. If all went well, it should be copied onto the DVD now. You stay up well into the night converting tapes, too excited revisiting old memories to want to continue later.

The next day, phase two of your plan begins, with you uploading the new DVDs to your computer and putting your video editing skills to the test. You’re grinning like an idiot when it’s finally done.

You just hope Schlatt will like it.

You’re pretty sure he will.

It’s a few weeks later when the big day finally arrives. You can’t even count how many times you’ve had to hold yourself back from giving him his gift early, so excited to see his reaction.

You’re practically vibrating when you lead him to the living room and turn the TV on.

“What’s all this about?” he asks, plopping down on the couch.

“You’ll see,” you say, smiling as you connect your laptop to the TV.

You watch with him as little you and Schlatt are projected onto the big screen. You join him on the couch, listening to your younger self introduce your imagined audience to what the two of you creatively titled “The Dumb Idiots Show.”

You glance over at Schlatt, who is completely glued to the TV. You think you see that his eyes are glistening a little, reflecting the light of the screen, but you don’t say anything, just let the video continue.

The video came out pretty damn good, if you do say so yourself. It had been so much fun reliving these memories, and it’s even better now that you get to share them with your best friend, the one who was with you for all of it.

Eventually, the screen fades to black, and the room falls silent.

“Wow,” is the first thing Schlatt says. He leans back into the couch, running a hand through his hair.

“Did you like it?” you ask, not quite able to keep the nervousness out of your voice.

“Are you kidding?” he asks, voice tinged with disbelief. “I loved it.”

“Really?”

“Really, angel,” he says, pulling you in for a hug.

You sink into the embrace, relief flooding through you.

“I’m impressed,” he says when you part.

“Hmm?”

“Looks like I’m not the only one with video-making skills around here.”

You grin at him. “I mean, did you see my camera work on episode two of ‘The Dumb Idiots Show?’ I’ve always had a knack for it.”

He laughs. “You oughta start your own channel.”

“Maybe I will,” you say with a little smirk. After a moment, your face softens. “Happy anniversary, J.”

“Happy anniversary,” he echoes, a lovesick smile on his own face as he leans in to kiss you.

A/N: Thanks for reading! :)

Take It Right.

Alastor x fem!reader

ᯓღ Warm-up snip — gift idea for my wife @god707x

ᯓღ a/n: you got me; i love writing for Denki. at this point this is my entire life’s purpose. it’s to write filth with or for Denki.

SUMMARY: Alastor helps you take his knot when it’s still too big for you to take.

ᯓღ cw: knotting, womb fucking, cervix stretching, slight cumflation, slight mention of blood.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. Thank you~♡

“You can take it sweetheart, I know you can,” he laughed lowly, radio filter tickling in your ear. Your eyes roll back feeling him put more pressure on your hips and feeling his fat cock sink in deeper. The knot at the base of his length had swollen impossibly large and it’s teasing at your entrance the further down he forces you. Admittedly, you’re a bit terrified at the sheer size of the stretch his cock already spread you, but the added circumference of the knot had you trembling from more than just pleasure.

“A-Al please… I can’t—” you know begging and pleading for mercy is useless. He’s made up his mind, and deep down you wanted it. It was the surface fear that currently wouldn’t let you simply let go. Even as you tried to relax feeling every inch go into your soaked pussy made you clench.

“Here,” he purred, guiding your hand between your legs, “Follow my rhythm, let go, focus on my voice,” his voice sent a delicious shiver down your spine. He pressed your fingers against your throbbing clit, rubbing in tight circles to help ease the aching pain that’s his knot pressing against your hole.

He’s so close to having his entire length inside you and it’s taking him all of his composure to not shove you down; you know, make you bleed now and apologize for it later. But he didn’t want to do that to you. Instead he’s taking his time; the amount of foreplay and eating out had you wet enough to make a stain on the bed and he had stretched you out a decent amount. And as much as he loved your snug cunt, the only draw back would have to be this.

Even still, it’s maddening how good and warm you feel sucking his cock in, the way you cried and moaned his name. He reveled in your trembling figure sitting on his lap basically fucked dumb when all he’s done is ease you down half his dick. And even with the attention to your puffy bud it’s already making you clench, you’re going to cum again. With your body tensing and back arching he feels your orgasm and juices dripping down him. You nearly right down scream already feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed.

He took the opportunity to thrust up into your waiting heat, the tip of his cock pressing and pushing a past your cervix made your entire body spasm. His tendrils shot out to grab you, pressing you harder against Alastor’s chest, keeping your legs spread open over his lap and a gag to keep in your high-pitch cries.

The searing warmth and tightness of your sex made him moan out your name. Truly the prettiest sounds you have ever heard now that he’s successfully nuzzled his knot inside you and is spilling deep into your waiting womb.

You feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim but the knot stopped it from spilling out. You’re fighting hard against your restrains; it’s painful as much as it’s arousing and pleasurable that the radio demon has forced his way inside you. Big, warm tears begin to fall even wetting his cheek as you seek to hide your face into the side of his neck for comfort.

Being a little dazed himself he’s barely babbling praises and coos, “That’s a good girl, that’s my girl. See? You fit perfectly. Made just for me.” They aren’t even coherent full thoughts but you sob and keen at his words.

When you feel a pressure in your belly the hand that had been rubbing at your clit goes to press on your belly. Swollen, full of cum. Full of his fawn. You’re clenching and cumming again. Alastor sucks in a breath, he needs to also take a minute from the overwhelming ecstasy, the hold on your hips only gets tighter, his claws begin to break skin and warm red liquid slowly drips down your thigh.

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☆ p! twt links ☆

having fun during office hours with professor! price

riding professor! price after a long night of grading papers

price really loves your tits

thanking professor! price for boosting your grade

professor! price rewarding his smart little girl

price is a tits man 100%

price loves you pretty in pink

older bf! ghost manhandling your after a long day at work

ghost loves gripping your ass as he ruts into you

hands back, ass up for ghost

ghost loves choking you

ghost recording you for when he’s away

clapping your cheeks for ghost

movie night with ghost

soap stuffing your ass full of himself

soap loves teasing his sweet sweet girl

you’re giving older bf! soap the silent treatment, but still desperate for a fix of his cock

you’re a loud desperate slut for soaps cock

soap loves playing with your pretty little pussy

taking care of loser bf! soap

gaz fucking your pretty pussy

steamy night in with loser bf! gaz

gaz loves eating out your wet cunt

what gaz sends you when he’s away

older bf! gaz having his way with you in the shower

gaz and his fat cock

you and gaz get messy

riding gaz after hours

this is how simon riley eats btw 🤭

regency era!ghost x reader au (part 1)

oops my fingers slipped oh nooo. I just watched Pride and Prejudice (2005 of course) and finished the first half of Bridgerton season 3, and this just fell out of my head sooo here ya go

In the heart of debutante season, the grand halls of the manor glittered with an optimistic opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung in every room, and the laughter of the ton mingled with the notes of lively waltzes and invigorating English country dances. Simon Riley, the newly titled Duke, stood at the edge of the ballroom, a stern figure amidst the merrymaking. His eyes scanned the room, but they held no warmth; they were as cold and unyielding as the battles he had once fought in wars. 

Duke Simon Riley had gained his title through his distinguished military service, a feat that made him both revered and feared. His demeanor was hardened, his interactions brusque, and he regarded social gathering and balls with a thinly veiled disdain. He considered balls and galas a different kind of battle, one he navigated with nearly the same stoic resolve as he had the warfront.

Across the room, you move with effortless grace, the hem of your gown bustling around your feet. You are the embodiment of elegance and propriety, your every movement reflecting your strict upbringing. You were popular amongst the ton, your dance card nearly always full. You didn’t really mind, to a certain extent; yet, you’ve never had a dance partner who went past superficial conversation. It was something that irked you, but you had resigned yourself to it a long time ago.

Your father, a Lord, had made it a point earlier in the night to introduce you to the Duke. You glide through the sea of silk and satin, approaching your father’s proud smile in the corner of the ballroom. Next to him was the Duke; a tall, broad man. Quite handsome, you thought to yourself.

“Ah, here she is,” your father said warmly, taking your hand and leading you towards the Duke. “Allow me to introduce Duke Simon Riley. Your Grace, may I present my daughter.” 

You curtsy deeply as your father announces your title and name, your eyes fluttering open to meet the Duke as you offer a polite smile. 

Simon turns his steely gaze upon you, dipping his head slightly in acknowledgement. “My lady,” he said, his voice as cold and formal as his expression.  

“Your Grace, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have heard much about your service.”

“Indeed,” Simon replies, his tone clipped. “I hope the reality does not disappoint.” 

You tilt your head slightly, maintaining your composure at his bluntness. “On the contrary, Your Grace, I find the tales of your exploits quite fascinating. It must have required immense strength and courage.” 

“It required duty,” he said forthrightly, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And an ability to see through distractions.” 

Something in his tone struck you, a subtle but clear implication that left you momentarily speechless. You clear your throat, smoothing out of the front of your dress. “Well, we are all very fortunate that you were not distracted, Your Grace. Otherwise, who knows where we might be?”

Simon’s lips twitched, standing straighter than ever, but his eyes remained hard. “Yes, distractions can be dangerous. Such as a ballroom, where idle chatter and trivial pursuits often mask the true nature of one’s character.”

He eyed you up and down as he spoke, and you feel as though the wind has been knocked out of your lungs. You feel your cheeks heat up with anger at his veiled insult. 

“Your Grace, I must respectfully disagree. A ballroom is where one’s true character is often revealed; most often through grace, kindness, and the ability to navigate society with dignity.”

Simon raises an eyebrow, his expression unmoved. “It is easy to speak of ‘grace and kindness’ when one has never faced true adversity, my Lady. Perhaps your perspective would be different if you had seen the world as it truly is.”

Your temper flares at his condescension, your grip tightening on the skirts of your dress as you step closer. “And perhaps, Your Grace,” you hiss, “if you had ever taken the time to understand the world beyond the battlefield, you might see that strength and bravery comes in many forms. It doesn’t give you the right to belittle the lives and joys of others.” 

Your father steps forward, sensing the need to intervene. “Now, now,” he says, his tone conciliator. “Let not a misunderstanding spoil the evening.”

But the damage had already been done. Simon’s eyes remained fixed on you, eyebrows pinched and eyes cold. He had offended you greatly, swiping at your character even though he knows nothing of you. 

With a final cursory glance at him, you excuse yourself with as much dignity as you could muster, your heart pounding with anger and hurt.

As you walk away, you could feel Simon’s gaze boring into your back. You do your best to shake off your emotions, trying to regain your composure. An evening that had started with hope and lightness had turned bitter. And while the Duke might have won many wars, he would find that you were not one to back down easily. You were determined to show him that in the realm of society, you were just as formidable an opponent as he was in war.

> part 2

tf141 🌽 links

simon

simon breeds his smaller gf

simon takes his anger out on you

simon can’t keep his hands off you

johnny

johnny loves tying you up

johnny loves kisses

johnny will fuck you anywhere

price

price fucks rough

price loves anal

price puts his hands to good use

gaz

gaz eats like it’s his last meal

gaz loves dryhumping

bonus

gaz and johnny share

I DID IT WRONG SOMEONE ASKED FOR DATING YUMI PICTURES AND DELETED IT BY ACCIDENT 😢

COD MEN TWT!LINKS

okay okay, i kinda got convinced by my bsf to make more :3

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

punishing his pretty girl

backshots...

simon missionary with his big fat cuck

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

"why eat out when i can eat you out darlin'?"

riding him in a parking lot..

soap being meann :(

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

fucking in the shower

Capn' fucking his little darling

John being mean :(

morning pt.2

KEEGAN P RUSS

eat in and out

easy access ;)

his baby was overstimulated, what was he supposed to do :(

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

positions, positions...

sucking tatted gaz :3

office sex ;)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

taking advantage of that pretty body you have :(

:3

teasing your hermoso :(

VALERIA GARZA

slapping that pretty cunt :(

vibrator :(

spoiling you

this is part 5 of me editing official voicelines to make indecent audios for my fellow degenerates u guys <3 click here to hear more! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[reblogs always appreciated! <3]

P-RN LINK MASTERLIST — COD

just a link to all the p-rn videos i’ve been sent or found that are any of the cod characters-coded lmao + i’ll be updating as i get more/find new videos

18+ ONLY ✩ MINORS DNI

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

one

two ; ☁️

three ; ☁️

four

CAPT. JOHN PRICE

one ; 💭

two ; 💭

three

four

five ; 💭

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

one ; 💭

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

one ; ☁️

two ; ☁️

KÖNIG

one ; 💭

two ; 💭

three

four

tired of being misunderstood when i talk to my irls about my man (schlatt) and how hot i think he is and then they tell me they don’t see it at all and say mean things. like bruh you don’t get it. but you know who does? the tumblr mfs 🎀 they have my back and are writing the most insane smut about this same man for me to consume and enjoy💞

Masterlist

Fluff🌸

Angst🥀

Smut🌺

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Bodyguard!Simon🌺

Jschlatt:

Waiting 🌸

Waiting

Masterlist

A/n: This is my first work on my new blog and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Warning: use of “Toots” and “Missy”, Pure fluff

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Cuddled up in his bed, Jambo and Mister entangled in the sheets with me. It feels like I’ve been waiting here for hours. Doom scrolling through TikTok could only hold be over for so long. Schlatt had said he’d only be an hour or two, but glancing at the time of my phone if is almost 3 am. Four hours I’ve been waiting for him to finish his editing and join me for some well deserved cuddles and maybe a love, but at this rate I’ll be luck if our internal time zones will ever sync up.

As much as it pains me to get out of the plush sheets, and disturb the cats, I know I had to get him to bed. He works way to hard and as much as he likes to deny it, he needs his breaks. I slip on my rammie slippers I had stolen from his closet and waddled my way down the hall and into his office. I gently pushed the door open and saw the grouch, slouched in his office car. He truly did look awful, his hair untamed and the dark circles under his eyes way more visible.

He still hadn’t noticed me so I walked over to him and wrapped my hands around his shoulders, hiding my face in his neck, searching for any sort of warmth from him. He let out a low groan, and moved his head in order to look back at his monitor. I slowly peppered kisses along his neck and up his stubble until I reached his cheeks. He still had yet to pay me any mind. I sighed and retracted my head. I knew he was stubborn and once he was in the zone of editing it was so hard to get him out of it.

I started to run my hands along his neck and along the hem of his shirt. He cringed slightly at the coldness of my touch, but I continued and reached my hand into his sweatshirt and became to run my hands along his warm chest. This actions finally pulled Schlatt from his trance and he looked up at me.

“What’s wrong, toots? What are you still doing up?” He leaned into my arm and let out a content sigh. “I could be asking you the same thing. You said you were going to come to bed hours ago, I wanted to spend some time with you.”

Schlatt have an apologetic look, “I’m so sorry, I lost track of time and I just assumed you’d be asleep by now.” I pulled away from him and made my way in front of him, sitting on his lap, my legs hanging off the arms of his office chair. His arms snaked around my legs and held me close, my head resting on his chest. We sat there, relishing in each others company, this is what I had been craving all night.

“How has the video been coming along?” I mumbled. “Fine, just taking longer than I expected. Didn’t realize how much I had to subtitle it.” I hummed and ran my hands h see his sweatshirt, my hands freezing.

“You are so cold. Let’s get you to bed, missy.” Schlatt then got up, carrying me bridal style into his bedroom. I could feel myself slipping into sleep as soon as I was placed on the bed. I could feel Schlatt begin to walk away, I met out a whisper in my sleepy state, “Please don’t leave…”

“I’m not, toots, just changing.” I could hear drawers opening and closing with a little rustling, then I feel the bed sink next to me, and on instinct I rest right in his arms, head resting on his chest. As I began to fall into slumber, Schlatt kissed my forehead mumbling “I love you.”

Prompt List!!

If requested something from the prompts, either list it or write out the prompt. Also show the original creators of these prompts some love!!

Injury Prompts

Soft moments

Smutty Prompts

Welcome Post

MINORS DNI

Request are Open!

I ask that everyone be respectful, and NO KINK SHAMING!! Although I am a Cis fem, I would attempt to write from a male POV if requested.

I will write for:

Jschlatt

COD MW, or any other COD tbh

Good omens

The band Ghost

I will not write:

Scat

Ageplay/Incest

Anything about anyone underaged!!!!

MastererList

Prompt list

Lucifer = muppet

he is so silly but look at that face

He just reminds me of a Muppet, like come on. You gotta see it like:

look at that Muppety man

I can not be convinced otherwise, plus I'm pretty sure this is already something the creators knew/intended, he looks like a puppet!

They made him a puppet!

Listening to this song makes me think of corruption kink schlatt smut omg

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

masterlist [ongoing]

After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival.

Parts:

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve

ao3

the little things

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Medic!Reader Synopsis: Five times Soap questions the relationship between Ghost and the 141's Medic, and the one time he gets an answer. Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: mentions of blood, mild swearing Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters.

part two. part three. part four.

The first time is purely by accident. 

It’s not like he’s trying to eavesdrop; it isn’t his fault the infirmary doors were left wide open, and it doesn’t seem like you and Ghost are trying to be quiet. Price called everyone for a meeting in twenty and, since the infirmary’s on the way, Soap figures he’d swing by and grab you. He’s walking towards the doors, paying attention to nothing in particular, when your unmistakable laugh echoes into the hallway. Soap stumbles slightly, caught off guard by the sudden noise. 

Someone’s enjoying themselves, he thinks. He’s almost six steps from the door when you laugh again, this time followed by the deep timbre of a familiar voice that makes Soap stop in his tracks.

Price was the one who had brought you onto the team, but it was supposedly Ghost who had recommended you. “Only medic I ever met who actually knew what they were doing,” he had said. Apparently the two of you had previously worked on multiple missions together, and that was made obvious by the way you two worked flawlessly around each other with an efficiency that could only have been cultivated through a deep trust and years of teamwork. 

Soap slowly approaches, all his stealth training coming to the forefront as he leans next to the door and focuses in on what you’re saying.

“It’ll only take a day, two tops. I promise.” Soap can hear the smile in your voice. Glancing at the glass panes of the doors, he can just make out your reflection. You’re standing beside an empty bed, behind an overbed table that’s covered in papers, leaning on your elbows to smile widely up at Ghost as he stands against the wall on the opposite side of the bed looking wholly unimpressed. 

“You want me to spend an entire day sitting in the corner and watching you give everyone on base flu shots?” 

“No, I’m asking if you’ll sit in the corner and look intimidating while I give everyone on base flu shots. The “look intimidating” part’s important,” you speak matter-of-factly. 

“I’ve seen you amputate a man’s leg at the knee mid-combat. You’re telling me you can’t handle a few shots by yourself?”

Soap makes a note to ask about that story later. 

“I can handle myself just fine, thank you. It’s everyone else that’s the problem here.” Ghost blinks at you, seemingly not believing you. “I get it, you’re all big, tough guys who face death every day-” Soap sinks his teeth into his cheek to fight back a laugh as you try to lower your voice in a very poor imitation of Ghost, “-but the way some of these guys act, you’d think I was coming at them with some kind of medieval torture device. I just think-” “That’d be a first.”

“-If I had someone that everyone respects, and is a little bit afraid of, sitting nearby then they’d stop with the whining and I can get my job done faster.” 

There’s a long pause as you and Ghost stand locked into a staring contest. Soap swears that, for a moment, something like amusement crosses Ghost’s eyes. 

“You think people are only a little afraid of me?” Ghost asks, tilting his head ever-so-slightly. You let out a loud, exaggerated scoff, throwing your hands up.

“Fine! Go lurk in a dark corner and scare children, or whatever it is you do, instead of helping me. Just don’t be surprised if I’m suddenly out of painkillers the next time you get shot.” You’re facing away from him, pouting like a child with your arms crossed over your chest. Both Soap and Ghost know you don’t mean it, your flawless reputation is too important to you, but Ghost sighs and nods anyways.

“Just tell me what days-” Ghost is barely done talking when you’re spinning around, nearly knocking the table over.

“Really?”

“Whatever will get you to stop being a brat.” Like water off a duck’s back, the insult runs right off of you as you clap your hands together. “Now, come on. Don’t want to be late to Price’s meeting.” Ghost pushes himself off the wall as you shuffle your scattered papers into organized piles to look through later. Soap leans back, taking a few quiet steps back from the door as you and Ghost start to leave the infirmary. 

“Hold on, one sec.” Soap pauses as he hears your hurried footsteps, looking back to your reflection in the glass. Eyes widening, his jaw drops as he watches Ghost let you grab his arm and push yourself up onto your toes to place a quick kiss to the cheekbone of the larger man’s plated skull mask. “Thank you,” you speak softly, taking a couple small steps back. 

Soap doesn’t have time to process as you and Ghost step out of the infirmary, immediately spotting him as he stands dumbly in the hallway. 

“Hey Soap! You heading to Price’s office, too?” Soap blinks, shaking off the shock and giving you a quick nod. 

“Yeah, I was just about to come get the two of you.”

“Let’s go, then,” Ghost says, turning and walking away without waiting for you or Soap. You fall in step behind him almost instantly, waving Soap over. Soap glances between the two of you as he follows. He knew the two of you weren’t strangers. He’d even speculated you might’ve been friends, but he’d never imagined you might’ve been something more. He wants to know more, but also gets the sneaking suspicion that this isn’t something he should be prying into. Ghost has always been a private man. 

Either way, he has no time to think on it further as the three of you enter Price’s office. 

-

The second time, he’s in far too much pain and far too tired to really remember if it actually happened. 

Despite everything, the mission had been a success, though the cost had almost been too much. Your team of seven has two unconscious, three severely injured, and the rest sporting a variety of bullet grazes and knife wounds. None dead, thanks to your quick thinking and efficient work. It’s late and the team’s holed up in an old safehouse overnight waiting for evac. Soap is sat up against the far wall, watching you with drooping eyes as you flit around the safehouse, tending to everyone’s wounds. He had been fortunate enough to only have a few minor wounds, but the adrenaline of the fight is fading fast and the comedown is hitting hard. 

Ghost is on watch and is the last person you check on, at his own insistence and much to your annoyance. He bats you away from any of the minor cuts and bruises, so you pull up a chair next to his and focus on the deep gash running across his right forearm. Through his sleep-hazed gaze, Soap watches you expertly stitch Ghost’s arm. He can hear the two of you mumbling to each other, but doesn’t have the energy to try and decipher your words. Once you’ve finished wrapping Ghost’s arm, you glance around at the others. 

You must assume everyone is asleep by the way you deflate, running a tired hand down your face and stretching your neck with a grimace. You scoot your chair closer to Ghost’s, shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against his armored shoulder. To Soap’s surprise and not to yours, Ghost makes no move to push you away, instead shifting so your head’s not at such an awkward angle and settling into his own chair. Soap can feel his curiosity creeping up, but sleep wins out in the end and he passes out not long after. 

When he wakes, Ghost is in the same spot, but you’re curled up in a beaten up arm chair across the room still asleep. 

When evac finally arrives, everyone is awake, and you and Ghost hardly acknowledge each other as he briefs Price over comms and you help load wounded into the helicopter.

-

The third time, he’s sneaking through the rain and blood-soaked streets of Las Almas, Ghost guiding him through his ear as he makes his way to the church. 

He knows he should’ve seen it coming, but Graves’s betrayal stings nonetheless. Soap pushes the anger down, instead focusing on reaching the rendezvous point so they can escape and rescue Alejandro. The banter helps, but there’s an edge to Ghost’s voice that Soap understands as worry. 

They haven’t heard from you since you all were separated. 

They both know you can handle yourself, and worrying about it won’t help, so they talk and sort through their situation: what supplies Soap can pick up, how bad tequila tastes, the tactical uses for dog piss. Everything is as fine as it can be while on the run from deadly mercenaries. Until-

“The mask. Take it off.”

“Show my face?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Negative.”

“Are you ugly?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“Can confirm.” Soap nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden sound of your voice. 

“Holy hell, where have you been?”

“Aw, you worried about me, Soap?” The teasing tells him you’re not in too much danger, or are at least somewhere you feel safe, but something in your voice feels…off.

“What’s your status?” Ghost cuts in.

“Managed to get out of the village,” you groan through a deep exhale, and give a haggard laugh, “can’t say the same for the Shadows.”

Ghost gives a quiet hum of praise, but all Soap can hear is the strain in your winded voice. “You alright, Doc? You sound-”

“Dings and scrapes, Soap. I’ll be fine. Meet up with you later.”

“Wh-”

“Don’t worry about it, Johnny,” Ghost sighs, “just focus on getting to the church.” 

“Right,” Soap mutters. He returns his focus back to the mission at hand, rummaging through the drawers in front of him for rope he can wrap around his extra fan blade. 

It hits him just as he spots the reflective shine of a shard of glass on the floor. Can confirm, is what you’d said. Did that mean-

“The Doc’s seen you without the mask.” It comes out as more of a statement than a question. 

“Let’s worry about you, Sergeant.”

-

The fourth time, he lands hard on his feet in the pitch black of Alejandro’s safehouse. Soap has his back turned as Ghost climbs in the window behind him. Luckily for him, as Ghost sees the laser sight aiming right for Soap’s back. 

“Don’t move!” Ghost calls out, before launching a knife into the support beam across the room. Soap whirls around to shine his light at the beam just as someone calls out from behind it.

“¿Quién está ahí?”

Before either he or Ghost can answer, someone else stands and walks around to the front, “About time you two showed up!” Your voice is an instant relief as they both relax while you turn back to let Rodolfo know it’s safe to come out. 

“Either of you injured?” you ask, eyes scanning over Soap as Ghost hops down from the open window and Rudy returns his knife. 

“Nothing major,” Soap assures you, though your eyes linger on the bullet hole in his arm. 

“Found this one trying to climb in through the same window,” Rudy explains, nodding towards you. 

“I almost had it,” you laugh, leaning to the side to put your weight on the beam. They don’t miss the way you wince, and it doesn’t take long to notice your right leg is a deep red from the knee up.

“Your leg-”

“Looks worse than it is.” 

Soap doesn’t believe you, but the subject changes to Graves and he lets it go. The four of you settle around the table as the guys formulate their plan for Alejandro’s prison break. You set your palms atop the table, leaning forward to take as much weight off of your leg as you can so you can focus on the conversation. It doesn’t help much, but it helps enough and soon the plan is concrete enough to take action. While Rudy leads Soap to the weapons locker, you take a seat on a nearby box to check the haphazard bandages you’ve wrapped around your thigh.

“You’re staying here.” Soap glances over as Ghost speaks. You laugh quietly, leaning back on your hands to stare up at the man towering over you.

“Leaving me all by my lonesome?” You sound like you’re complaining, but even from a distance Soap can see the relief in your face. Your teasing does little to soothe the stress radiating from Ghost.

“Just-” Ghost lets out a long sigh before dropping his voice so low, Soap can barely hear his words. “Be careful. Please.” You sit up straight, face suddenly serious as you set a gentle hand on Ghost’s wrist.

“For you? Always.”

“Soap, can you grab the rest of the guns?” Soap snaps back to attention, nodding at Rudy and collecting what guns he can. It takes all of two minutes, and when he turns back, Ghost is sorting through papers and you’ve set to properly bandaging your leg. 

-

By the fifth time something happens, Soap is absolutely sure there’s something between you and the Lieutenant. He notices it everytime the two of you are together: the quiet banter, the dark jokes only the two of you enjoy, the way Ghost always seems to hover near where you’re standing. It isn’t until the 141’s every-so-often night out that his suspicions are confirmed. Gaz and Price stepped away for a round of darts ten minutes ago, and now Soap finds himself sitting alone watching you and Ghost talk at the opposite end of the bar.

“You keep staring like that, and they’re going to notice.” Soap chokes on his drink as Price takes a seat next to him, Gaz snickering as he flops down on Soap’s other side and claps him on the back. 

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” Soap coughs out, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but the other end of the bar. Price sees straight through his lie, of course.

“Gaz, why don’t you see if the Doc wants to try a hand at darts?” 

“Sure thing, boss.” Another clap on the back and Gaz is making his way over to you and Ghost. Soap startles as Price leans close and nudges him in the side with his elbow. 

“Keep your eyes on him,” Price whispers, and leans away to sip at his own glass. Soap takes another drink, sneakily glancing up just as Gaz reaches you and Ghost. You smile widely at him, nodding when he gestures towards the darts board. You turn and say something to Ghost before standing from the bar and following after Gaz to the other side of the room. Ghost’s eyes follow you the entire way, never once leaving your form.

“Watches like a hawk, that one,” Price hums, “and I thought he’d be better at subtlety.” Soap turns to his Captain, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“You-” Price shushes him, and nods back towards Ghost. Soap looks back, and they watch as Ghost sets down his empty glass, stands, then makes his way over to you and Gaz. He posts up, leaning against the wall closest to you where you can easily smile at him every time one of your throws lands. 

“Like a lost puppy,” Price laughs.

“What’s the situation there?” Soap asks, glancing back at Price, but all Price can offer is a lazy shrug. 

“Don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s been happening for a long time.”

-

“Alright, just got a couple papers for you to sign and you should be good to go,” you smile, gently turning Soap’s head to examine the area you’ve just pulled his stitches from. 

“Thanks, Doc. ‘Preciate it.” You give a playfully dismissive wave, disappearing behind the dividing curtain. 

“I’ll be right back!” you call and Soap nods, more to himself than you. He glances around at his sterile surroundings, eyes bouncing from the white walls to the white floor to the white bedsheets. The overbed table sits just next to him, though this time there’s no mess of papers scattered atop it. Instead, there sits a single file and after twenty seconds of solid boredom, Soap can’t help himself. 

Lifting from the bottom corner of the file, Soap nearly drops it as he sees your picture clipped to a pile of papers. He looks behind him, pulling the curtain just enough to peer through. He spots you on the far side of the infirmary, waiting patiently at the printer. Letting the curtain fall, he quickly turns back to your file. He flips it open, picking up the paper with your photo attached. It’s an older picture, maybe from three or four years ago, but your smile is still as wide as ever. 

Flipping the picture up reveals almost two entire pages of solid black lines. There’s more redacted information here than Soap has ever seen. Soap skims through what few sentences are available, every so often catching things like SIS and specialty interrogation tactics and a slew of words he never would’ve associated with your cheerful demeanor. He gets to the final page that appears to be a printed copy of the photo and his heart nearly stops as he reads the name written at the bottom and everything clicks together in his head.

Your last name is Riley.

Ritual- MDNI 18+

Devil worshiper!Jschlatt x fem!reader

Based on songs Ritual and Jigolo Har Megiddo, lyrics will be italicized.

CW: religious implications, praise and degradation kink, reader is AFAB, breeding kink, drinking and smoking, wax kink, mind control (this is my first fanfiction so i'm sorry if it is bad)

Halloween was by far the best holiday in your opinion, a day where you could dress up and an excuse to get drunk. Being a content creator yourself you had been invited to a few parties by some of your friend content creators. You decided this year you wanted to dress as a slutty nun, buying the costume online and a few days later it arrived at your door. You tried it on, looking at yourself in the mirror as the fabric perfectly formed around your body, it came with a rosary, and thigh high socks, putting it all together.

The night of the halloween party you dressed in your costume, wearing a dark red lipstick and eyeshadow that complimented well with your e/c eyes. Hearing a ding on your phone you check who texted you. Your eyes light up to see "Schlatt" come across your notifications.

"You coming to this party, it'd be boring without you" he texted you, "yeah, ill be there soon, waiting for my uber to get me" you replied back. Placing your phone down once more to look over yourself in the mirror, making sure your outfit was perfect. Another ding came from your phone saying your uber had arrived, quickly you grabbed your purse, phone, and keys and left your apartment to the halloween party.

Schlatt and you had been friends for a while, he helped you move into your apartment in Texas and you do did a lot of content together. Seeing he was invited made you feel more comfortable about this party, not like you were worried before, but it just made you feel more comfortable knowing someone like him would be there too. The uber parked outside of the house, it was decorated with various halloween decorations, and lights. Getting out of the car and going to the front door you see someone familiar standing on the porch.

"Hey there toots" he says to you. "hey there big guy" you say back to him, you take a moment to look over his costume, it was something you really didn't expect to see from him. He looked like a priest, but it was different, the rosary he held was upside down, and he was wearing devil horns on the top of his head. "Well what are you supposed to be?" you question him, placing a hand on your hip. "A devil worshiper, obviously" he snarked back. "I see you are a very unholy nun." His tone playful with you, something you always liked about him. "Wanna go inside, it's probably cold with that little outfit you have on", he winked before walking to the door, where you instinctively followed behind "oh don't worry about me, Schlatt, maybe I should worry about you and how satanic you are, given that you claim to be such a holy man." You smile, seeing him roll his eyes at you.

The party was full of people, content creators and friends of content creators. People were making drinks, some smoking, and you were one of them. Taking small drags off of a blunt as you passed it around the small circle of individuals, eventually seeing Schlatt once more, a drink was in his hands. He leaned himself up against the wall, not really paying attention to the people around him, as if he was in his own world. He turned his head, making eye contact with you for a moment before you turned away, embarssed at being caught. You weren't in your right mind, thoughts of Schaltt would come in and out of your head, the thought of how hot he was in his dress pants and shoes, the collar on his neck, how if you left hickeys there nobody would notice. You were brought out of your trance by the feeling of someone's hand being placed on your shoulder.

"Hey y/n", it was Schlatt, you didn't notice he moved while you were day dreaming. Looking up at him from your spot on the couch. "What's up?" you say, trying to act more sober than you actually were. "Wanna get out of here? Kinda bored of this place." Looking around the party was lively, you were confused on why he would want to leave, but another part of you also wanted to be alone with him. You shake your head, getting up from your spot on the couch, meeting him at his position behind the couch. He took your hand, walking you out of the house to the porch once more where you both started your night together.

He leans his body on the railing of the porch before asking, "ya know, I have an idea that we can do at my place." You look at him curiously, also leaning your body against the railing of the porch. "Oh yeah, what is it?" "was thinkin' we could go to my house, do a ritual and summon a ghost or something, I mean it is halloween we gotta do something scary." The idea of doing a ritual in Schlatts house was something you really didn't expect to come out of this night, however, doing something like that sounded pretty cool, and given the both of your costumes' themes it only made sense. "Sure" you finally said. "Good, I already called an uber". You were suprised at how eager he seemed to be, but in your state of mind it could've been nothing. Not much longer did a car pull up to the drive way, Schlatt moving from his position on the porch to go to the car, and you followed again, closely behind.

His house was big, and definitely didn't look haunted, his home was in a nice area, the outside of the house was well put together, getting out you both head to the front door. "So.. how do you plan to reach to the other side?" you ask, as you both walk into the house, Schlatt opening the door and quickly locking the door behind you two. "I can't tell you just yet" he said which raised your suspicions on what he had in mind. "um.. ok?" you did't really think he was going to be serious about it but he most certiantly was.

Taking you to his room he stopped for a moment before talking once again. "First you have to lay down." He said abruptly, you were kind of confused but you also felt mesmerized by his words, as if the second you walked into his home you became possessed. You followed his instructions, laying down on the bed behind you. You felt at ease with what he was saying, his voice was rich and you felt you had to comply to every word he said. The room was dark, only a small light shined into the room from the outside world, then a small flicker from what seemed to be a candle came to light. Schlatt held a red candle in his hand.

Laying there on the bed, even though you were not constrained in any way you felt you couldn't move, only being able to watch as he lean over your body, leaning the candle over your bare arm and letting the wax fall on your skin. The feeling burned, making you whince slightly from the pain, but it subsided. Once it did Schlatt seemed to have leaned over your body, whispering in your ear. "Repeat after me" with no questions you do. "Our father, who art in hell, unhallowed be thy name." his words were dark, it sent a shiver down your spine, but you followed his instructions "our father, who art in hell, unhallowed be thy name." "cursed be the sons and daughters, of thy nemesis who are to blame" he said, this time placing the melted wax upon your bare thigh was wasn't covered by your thigh highs. "cursed be the sons and daughters, of thy nemesis who are to blame". He leaned into your ear once more "thy kingdom come, nema." you finish repeating after him, when you feel his lips attach to your neck, making you let out a small moan.

Your body seemed to have been mesmorized, maybe Schlatt really was a devil worshiper with how well he was controlling you. He stopped placing small bites on your neck to place the candle down on the bed side table. Before returning to his spot on the bed, this time staddling over your body. HIs hands tracing the fabric on your body, eventually tracing the cross on your outfit with his fingers, it made you crave more.

"Patience, sweetheart" he said, taking his other hand to caress the back of your neck before once going back to biting on your senstive skin, leaving dark marks. The feeling was intense, you craved for more. Trying to get any more friction you buck your hips up slightly, gaining Schlatt"s attention. He stopped, removing himself from on top of your body, you whine not feeling him anymore. "Come here sister of god." He stood at the edge of the bed, waiting for you to lift yourself up to him. As you did he grabbed your cheeks with one hand, bringing it close to his belt he still had on. He didn't need to say anything for you to reach out to his belt, undoing it, letting him take on the rest of the job, pulling his own pants down, along with his boxers.

The sight of his cock made your stomach fill with butterflies, you didn't imagine he would be this big. You didn't waste anytime before taking your hands onto him, pumping up and down, which made him let out a small groan. You took him in your mouth, first licking from the base to the tip, which made him lean his head back slightly, you then took as much as you could of him into your mouth, gaging slightly. You began to move at a slow pace, trying to keep yourself put together, but Schlatt wasn't in the mood for it, taking his hand he placed it on the back of your head, grabbing onto your hair before shoving his cock need in your mouth, making tears come out of your eyes. Face fucking you while you took as much of him as you can, only stopping momentarily to look at you, your lips were swollen, lipstick smeared on your face and your eye make up was running down your cheeks. A devilish smile came across Schlatts face.

"Lay down" He told you once again. You followed his instructions to a t, laying down on the bed once more, hearing the removal of more clothes from Schlatt, before feeling a dip in the bed from his presence. Without notice he raised your legs to lay on his shoulders, the room was just light enough he could see how wet you were through your panties. Taking his fingers and rubbing them on the outside of your wet folds, which made you squirm from finally being able to feel some friction. Schaltt slowly taking his time before removing your panties, looking at what was before him. "Don't make a sound, or I will stop" he says, his lips close to your core, you shake you shake your head "yes, sir". It didn't take long before his mouth was sucking on your clit, making you squirm. You held your hands to your mouth to try and avoid making any sound, but when you felt the sensation of his fingers touch your entrance, you couldn't help but let out a moan. Making him stop just before entering you.

"What did I say, fucking slut, can't even listen to directions."

"Please, Schlatt, please I promise it wont happen again, please" You begged. Even though Schlatt didn't want to give in, he wanted to dive back into your pussy to taste the sweet juices that came from it. He lowered himself once more, this time giving you no time to react before a finger was inside of you. Making your legs come together slightly from pleasure

"That's a good girl" he said, slowly pumping in and out of your tight pussy, praising you through every second of it. He could feel how your pussy was tightening itself around his fingers, letting him know you were close. "Tell me how good it feels baby" was all he needed to say, your body let out high pitched moans from the feeling of him touching every right spot. It didn't take long for you to cum all over his fingers and into his mouth. He let off of your clit with a pop making your legs shake from overstimulation.

His hands then roamed over your body, feeling how your costume was still on he took your hand, making you get up from your position and then unzipped your costume from the back, letting you get up and set out of it. It didn't take long before he attached his lips o your chest, one hand rubbing circles around your nipple, with his mouth sucked on the other, making you lean your head back, grabbing the back of his head and combing your fingers through them.

Pushing you back onto the bed, he grabs the candle from before, seeing how a significant amount of wax has melted he took the candle and tipped it over, letting the wax his your bare stomach. The burn hurt but it felt good in a way. He traced an upside down cross from your chest to your stomach with the wax, letting it dry onto you. Once he was satisfied he placed the candle back before getting on top of you once more

"Now to finish the ritual" he said, bringing your legs up to his shoulders, letting him get into a position where he could easily slide into you. As he did you scratched his back, the pain made yours eyes fill up with tears, but soon pain turned to pleasure. Schlatt waited until you had relaxed before moving in and your of your dripping pussy. "Fuck- god your so tight, m' gonna fuck you so good baby" his words made you feel even more aroused as he continued to up his pace. Eventually leaning down to kiss you, while one hand was on your chest.

Schlatt continued to fuck you at a relentless pace, the sound of skin hitting each other filled the room, along with moans from you, "schlatt" you let out "I'm close" its all you had to say when Schlatt picked up the pace more "cum all over my cock baby" it didn't take long after that for you to reach your high, wrapping your legs around his torso and screaming out his name. The sound of your moans was making Schlatt come to his orgasm too, "fuck baby, gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up" he let out in between moans, his hair was sticking to his forehead as he fucked you. His pace was starting to become sloppy as he reached his high, finally spilling his seed in you, he let out a loud groan as his cum painted your walls white.

Laying there momentarily he moved, as he did you felt his cum leak out of you, before feeling his fingers reach back inside of you once more, fucking his cum back into your swollen cunt. Making you let out loud moans from over stimulation, finally cuming again on his fingers. Taking his fingers out he placed them in front of your mouth. "Clean them" he demanded, and you did, taking his fingers into your mouth, licking them clean of both of your juices. Once done he laid himself next to your body, holding you close to his. You broke the silence after a few minutes "I hope we didn't just summon the anti-christ" you laughed, finally feeling back to your normal self, most likely from sobering up. "I think it will be just fine, my love" he said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

-END-

I hope ya'll like this, I've never written fanfiction before so I'm sorry if it is horrible. Please only nice things, I don't want any critiques on my writing as of right now.

what do you think, guys? I kinda like this 🫣🫶✨

p.s. i did it by myself 😉