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[mydutys]

"One Night With You"

Part 2

That’s it.

That’s the last thread.

He doesn’t speak.

Just grab your jaw, slam his mouth back to yours—raw, open, hungry, like he’s been starving.

His gear hits the ground hard—tactical, frantic. Holster. Vest. Yours. His. Nothing’s safe.

Your back meets the cold wall with a soft thud.

He’s crowding you, pressing in, like even your breath belongs to him now.

“You don’t get it,” he mutters into your mouth.

“I’ve tried not wanting this.”

He fists your shirt, yanks it over your head—no patience. Not tonight. He carries you over to the old mattress in the corner like he’s on a mission and drops you down. Before you couldn't respond,he immediately opened wide your legs revealing your underwear that already wet.

He groans and kisses the wet spot, inhaling the scent before taking off your underwear and start licking your wet pussy.

You whimper and gasp when his tongue dancing around on your wet pussy. Your beautiful moans echoing the room.

He pulls back only to towering you with his muscle body while taking off his jeans, revealing his veiny massive thick dick,makes you choked with your own saliva.

He immediately opens more of your legs and then thrust his dick inside you.

"Aahhg-..!" Surprising with his thick dick filling you up

When he sinks inside—slow, too slow—it’s torment.

Like he’s punishing you. Or maybe punishing himself for needing this so fucking much.

You moan loudly and squeeze his arms that holding your legs to keep wide open.

"Aaahh- hahh please please.." you whimper begging for more. Begging him to fuck you

But he keep teasing you with his dick

“Jesus...”

He breathes it out like a confession.

“You feel like sin."

"Then stop teasing me..and make me scream.”

That breaks something in him.

He grips your thighs, lifts you like you weigh nothing. Drives into you again, deeper, harder—rhythmic, brutal, perfect.

Your loud moans echoing the room again

"Hmh- ah hahh-!"

His voice is a growl in your ear.

"Say it. Say you wanted this.”

“Say you thought about it.”

Your head hits the wall behind you with a soft gasp, breath caught in your throat.

“I- aahh!.. thought about it” you said

"No.” His fingers dig in. “Louder.”

"I wanted this..! Ahh aahh!” you breathe against his throat. “I wanted you!” you said with lust tone.

He groans—low and wrecked—and buries himself deeper like he’s trying to fuse your body to his. You claw his back and moan beautifully on his ear.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

...

“Then show me.”

And he does, he lifts your legs and puts it on his shoulder before ruthlessly pound into your pussy. He doesn't stop.

His thick dick is stretching you wide open with each thrust, slamming against your pussy repeatedly.

"Take it..." He growls quietly.

Again.

And again.

Until your nails leave half-moon scars down his back. Your wetness starts dripping down his balls and onto the bed. He leans forward, pressing your legs back against your chest, and starts fucking you even deeper.

You start to scream,biting his shoulder.

His mask is somewhere on the floor and the only thing left is Simon—raw, real, ruined for anyone else.

Your nails still dig into his back, leaving red marks as you moan loudly into his shoulder. The feeling of your sharp nails and wet pussy is driving him wild. He bites down gently on your shoulder to muffle your loud moans as he pounds into you brutally now—his balls slapping against your ass.

"Fuck..." He groans into your skin.

He's about to cum but he didn't wear any condom but he want to cum inside you,filling you with his hot thick cum. He doesn't care anymore but let out loud deep groans and slams forcefully at the end, filling your pussy with his cum.

You gasp loudly and your feet twitching in the air, sweat drenched both of your bodies. You can't think straight after he cum inside you,you don't care. This lust is taking over your mind. Your body.

After 10 seconds of break, he start moving again without pulling out. You tried to stop him,still need time to take a break but he didn't want to.

He put down your legs and kept moving slowly, his cum leaking out when he was moving in and out. You whimper softly and hold his hand, he pulls your hand down make your breast got squeeze between your arms.

He start move faster again when your moans getting wild. He is cursing himself and this situation

"Ghost- Simon-" you moaning his name with your short breath.

He growls deeply again and starts to lift you, making you gasp and wrapping your legs around his waist. He slams you to the wall and fuck you so hard, making you screaming so loud.

Your eyes roll back completely, only the whites showing as you convulse around his dick—a full-blown G-spot orgasm hitting you hard. You buried your face into his shoulder before screaming even more. Begging him to keep fucking her pussy.

"Simon..!!" You scream loudly his name again and again.

He keep fucking you deeply. Hardly. Making you cried out loud.

"Fuck..fuck- FUCK!" He keep pounding his waist into yours and crashing his lips into yours

You choked on your moans between kisses. You tried to pull away but he keeping you tightly.

He keeps kissing you when he reach his climax and slams forcefully as filling up your pussy with his cum.

You gasp weakly between your kiss and whimper softly, he pulls away only to see your condition.

"You good?" He said with a mock satisfied tone

"Should we do..another round? because it looks like you are already begging for more"

"Please..I need a break.."

"15 seconds, sweetheart. After that I will fuck you again until you can't walk... our night is still long."

Me rn:

[mydutys]

After preparing a horny with brutally spicy story and someone see me

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[mydutys]

"One Night With You"

Genre: Dark slow-burn • Enemy to lover

Vibe: They hate each other… until they don’t

The mission went sideways. Intel was wrong. You and Ghost were the only ones who made it out breathing. Barely.

Now you’re stuck in a safehouse 14 clicks from the exfil point. One medkit. No backup. One bed, because of course there’s one fucking bed.

You're sitting in the corner, cleaning blood off your thigh. It’s not yours. Ghost hasn’t said a word since the gunfire stopped.

Just pacing, checking weapons, brooding like death in a balaclava.

You break first.

“You wanna say it, just say it.”

“Say what?” He doesn’t look at you.

“That I got your ass shot.”

He finally glances at you. That look—flat, unreadable, pissed off and cold.

“You did.”

You nod, lips tight. “Cool. Noted.”

He steps closer. Drops his gear with a loud thud.

“You don’t belong out here,” he mutters.

You rise to your feet. "Fuck you."

“Not my type,” He fires back without missing a beat.

....

You both stare at each other. Seconds. Tension.

Breathing too hard for people not moving.

Then you say it, low. Hate tone

“You know what your problem is?”.

He replied with a mock tone. “You are my only problem here”.

“Me?! oh yeah... you just want someone to blame because you care too much. But no one’s allowed to see that, right? So instead, you pick fights. You push. You punish.”

Ghost’s eyes narrow. That vein in his neck twitches. "And what—you think you see me?”

“I know you.”

You’re toe to toe now. You’re shorter, but you stand tall. Chest to chest.

“I know the man who jumped in front of me today. I know the way your voice shakes when you think I’m hurt. I know the way you look at me when you think I’m not fucking looking.”

Silence.

His jaw clenches. You see the crack in the armor. And when he speaks, it’s not cold. It’s broken.

“You’re right.”

....

A pause. One heartbeat. Two.

“I do look-.. and that’s the fucking problem.”

He grabs your wrist. Just enough pressure to make your pulse spike.

“Because if I ever touch you the way I want to, I won’t stop.”

You should pull away but you don’t.

You lean closer.

“Then maybe stop pretending you’re still trying to.”

That’s what you said. And he? he doesn’t move.

For a second, you think maybe you went too far.

That you pushed the wrong Ghost button.

But then…

His hand slides to your jaw.

Gloved fingers. Slow. Firm.

Not possessive. Testing.

"You don’t get to say that,” he murmurs.

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t fucking afford to want you.”

He says it like a confession. Like he’s choking on it.

You blink. “But you do.”

He nods, jaw tight.

“Yeah. I fucking do.”

And then?

He kisses you.

...

No warning. No soft build-up.

Just lips crashing into yours like he’s trying to erase the war around him with your mouth. It was a rough kiss

"mmph mmh-"

His hand fists the back of your shirt.

Your fingers dig into the straps of his vest.

It’s not sweet.

It’s angry.

Months of buried tension, spitfire arguments, shoved-down feelings—all ripping loose in your teeth.

He pushes you back against the wall, but it’s not violent. It’s desperate. Controlled only by muscle memory, not choice.

“Tell me to stop,” he growls, forehead pressed to yours.

“You don’t want me to.” you tries to breathe while talking.

“No,” he breathes. “I want to ruin you.”

You bite your lip. “Do it, then.”

He rips off the gloves.

Warm calloused hands gripping your waist, your hip, your neck.

You slide your hand up his chest, under the gear, find his dog tags and yank it.

He groans into your mouth like it hurts to be touched. Like he didn’t think you’d touch him back.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he whispers, voice wrecked.

“Like what?"

"Like I’m worth saving.”

And then he stops. Just for a moment.

....

Breathing heavy. Brow to yours.

You can feel it—that Ghost instinct to retreat. The war between staying and running. He’s fighting himself in real time.

And you? You reach up. Slide a hand to his mask. Not trying to remove it. Just resting there.

“You don’t have to be anything for me,” you whisper.

“Just be here.”

That breaks him.

His hands move again—this time slower. Hotter. Focused.

Not like he’s angry.

Like he’s been starving.

Your back hits the wall again. Kissing you again roughly like trying to steal your breath away.

His hand is under your shirt now, dragging up skin he shouldn’t touch. You almost choked but he immediately broke the kiss.

You feel him breathe heavier the more of you he finds.

“Say stop,” he whispers again.

But you don’t.

You slide your hand under his mask. Not to pull—just to feel.

Skin. Sweat. A jaw that clenches too tight.

“You’re shaking,” you whisper.

His breath catches. “Not from fear.”

His hands grip your thighs, hauling you up. Your legs wrap around his waist like instinct.

He pins you there like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

Like you are the one thing keeping ghost from disappearing.

“I don’t do gentle,” he mutters, mouth brushing your jaw, your throat.

“I don’t do sweet. I don’t do promises.”

“I don’t want promises.”

“Then what do you want?”

You tilt your head back, lips parted. “You. Just for tonight.”

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[mydutys]

“Heat"

Genre: Enemies to lovers, Military tension, Power struggle, Slow burn heat

You and Ghost never got along.

You’re the new combat intel on the team—sharp, reckless, smarter than they like. And he?

He’s the shadow that won't get out of your way.

Everyone on Task Force 141 can feel it that you two don’t talk—you clash.

Banter turns sharp.

Mission reports come back with more red ink than usual when it’s your name paired.

Even Soap said once, “They either kill each other or fuck. No in-between.”

Ghost? He never denies it. Just watch you. Silent. Like he's trying not to look.

“Stay close,” Ghost muttered during a recon op.

You scoffed. “You mean ‘stay behind you so you can take all the glory?’”

He shot you a glare behind that skull mask. “No. I mean stay close so I don’t have to scrape your guts off the wall when you inevitably fuck something up.”

You smirked. “Aw. So you do care.”

"Shut up." He takes a quick glance before focusing back on the mission.

-------------------Skip Time-------------------

After a messy extraction mission, you're both left behind to hold ground in a safe house until evac.

One room.

Two rifles.

Zero patience.

The room's dark. Small. Cold. He tosses his gear on the floor.

“Take the bed. I’m fine on the floor,” you mutter.

“Not gonna happen,” he replies, unzipping his vest.

“God, is this about your damn ego again?” you snap.

“You think I want to sleep near you?” he growls.

You stand toe-to-toe now, heat radiating off both of you. He’s huge, pissed off, and breathing heavily. But you don’t back down.

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” Cold tone.

“Like you’d rather pin me to the wall than hear me talk again.”

Silence.

His hand shoots up, grabs the back of your neck, not rough—controlled. His voice drops, so low it vibrates in your spine.

“If I did that…” he muttered, eyes burning, “you wouldn’t be walking tomorrow.”

You stare back, heart hammering.

“Then do it.”

A pause. A flicker of restraint.

Then lift his mask,he yanks you forward and kisses you roughly like he hates you for it.

It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet.

It’s months of tension, of near-deaths and battlefield stares and screaming matches. It’s everything neither of you said exploding between your teeth.

When he pulls back, his voice is raw.

“Still think I don’t care?”

You whisper, breathless, “Still think I can’t take you?”

“You’re welcome to try, sweetheart.” He crashed back his lips into yours.

[mydutys]

You woke up slow. Head pounding. Body aching.

The room was dark, old wooden walls, flickering light from a fireplace. You were laid out on a mattress—no gear, no uniform—just a loose shirt that wasn’t yours. His, actually. Way too big.

You sat up, groaning.

That’s when you saw him—standing in the corner like a shadow. Simon. Ghost. Mask off, gaze locked on you like a predator that’s already made up its mind.

“You touched me.” Your voice came out cracked.

He didn’t blink. “You were bleeding out, Y/N”

“You went through my body like it was yours, for fuck sake". You raised your voice a little.

Still nothing. Then, after a beat

“And you’re alive, aren’t you?” Cold. Sharp. Controlled.

You scoffed. “Could’ve called anyone else.”

He stepped forward, slow. Each footstep heavy. You felt the air change when he got close.

“You think I’d let someone else lay a hand on you?” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You think.. I’d let someone else see you like that,huh?”

You swallowed, but didn’t back down. “Jesus christ.. I’m not yours, Riley.”

His jaw clenched. He stepped even closer. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean, sweetheart.”

He was toe-to-toe now. Towering. Breathing hard through his nose. That look in his eyes? Obsession barely chained.

“I carried your blody body through a warzone. You think I did that for someone I don’t fucking claim? I stripped you. Cleaned your wounds. Held your fucking heartbeat in my hand.”

Your breath caught. He leaned in, lips brushing your cheek—not kissing. Just there. Enough to make your skin burn.

“You can say you hate me,” he whispered. “But don't you dare to forget that night.. that you are screaming my name, Y/N.”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye—dangerous, quiet, hungry. "I'm thinking about you- Every. Fucking. Time." He stops to breathe heavily "You are screaming.. begging.. marking me with those nails but- FUCK! " He gets on top of you and trapping you between his arms.

You are surprised and panting so suddenly, you hated how right he was. How your pulse jumped. How you leaned into him without realizing. And he noticed—of course he did.

“Don't make me remind you how wild we were that night.”

You clear your throat with swallow your own saliva and he just smirks seeing that.

"That's what I thought." He whispered.

[mydutys]

Situation:he isn't in the mood for you

You: "i will go to sleep on the couch” you said with a sad tone. Simon watching you gather a blanket and pillow before leaving the bedroom.

Simon: "Jesus Christ." He mutters.

He throws an arm over his eyes, already missing your warmth. After 10 minutes of silence, he throws off the covers and storms out to the living room. You're curled up on the couch. Fuck it.

Simon walks over to the couch and so suddenly picks you up bridal style without waking you but you are awake and suprised

You: "Hey-! what the heck-! what are you doing!"

You're too small and light in his arms. He carries you back to the bedroom and throws you on the bed before climbing in after you. He pulls you onto his chest immediately possessively.

Simon: "Stupid woman." He murmurs. "Go back to sleep"

He wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You: "I thought you said 'sleeping alone?'"

Simon: "I can't sleep without you. And I'm not letting you sleep on that uncomfortable couch."

He buries his face in your hair. "Just- ...just don't move too much...okay? ".

[mydutys]

Ghost sees you slowly falling asleep on Soap's shoulder, your head resting gently against his body. The sight of you asleep and comfortable on Soap again triggers the pang of jealousy within him. He can't stand the sight of you being so close to Soap, the way Soap is holding you and protecting you. He clenches his fists and takes a deep breath, his expression unreadable.

He tries to keep his cool, but the jealousy is boiling inside him. He wants to be the one holding you, protecting you. He wants to be the one you lean on for comfort and support. But instead, it's Soap's shoulder you're resting on. He continues to stare at you and Soap, feelings of protectiveness and possessiveness washing over him.

"Is something wrong, Lt?" Soap said with a slightly puzzled and rough tone. He looks up at Soap, trying to keep his expression calm and neutral."No, nothing's wrong. Just tired, johnny" Soap just nodding and gently caressing your hair,ghost watches as Soap gently caresses your hair, his touch gentle and tender. The sight of Soap's hand on your hair makes the jealousy burn even brighter within him. He wants to be the one doing that, to be the one comforting you and showing you affection.

/skip time

Several hours pass. The fire has started to die down, and the night is quiet. You are still asleep on Soap's shoulder, while Soap himself is starting to nod off as well. Ghost continues to watch over both of you, his eyes darting between you and Soap. His mind is still filled with conflicting emotions, a mix of jealousy, protectiveness, and possessiveness. He feels a strong urge to replace Soap, to take his place and hold you in his own arms. He looks around and notices that Gaz is already asleep, lying on his back with his eyes closed. Soap is starting to doze off as well, his head starting to nod forward slightly as he struggles to stay awake.

Then a strange thought crossed his mind. What if Soap falls asleep completely... He could replace him, pull you into his lap and hold you close. He waiting for that happen for a few minutes before finally soap fall asleep.

With a quick glance around to make sure no one else is awake, he slowly gets up and moves over to you and Soap, he gently lifts you off Soap's shoulder and positions you in his lap, carefully supporting your head and body. You stir slightly in your sleep, but not fully wake up. ghost feels a wave of comfort and protectiveness wash over him as you're now in his arms, he lets out a small sigh of satisfaction.