#call of duty fanic

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 29 - Breathplay

Ghost x Soap - 2.3k (on ao3)

summary: Ghost gets rougher than Soap was ready for, but he finds he doesn't mind. (Johnny POV)

cw: choking someone until they pass out, somnophilia, dubcon because soap doesn't consent previously (but he's into it), light feminization, some degradation, use of the word "pup"

Johnny eyes roll back in his head when Ghost first nails his prostate, the sharp shock of unexpected pleasure sending him reeling. “Fu-fuuck,” he moans, drool falling from his lip.

“Yeah?” Ghost grunts from behind him, hands planted on Johnny’s hips as he angles his thrusts so they all hit Johnny’s prostate, sending the other man into a fit of moans and whines. “That the spot? That what feels good?”

Johnny scoffs as best he can with his mind being fucked from his body, face turned to the side on the sheets so he can catch sight of his Lt out of the corner of his eye. “Obv-obviously, c-cocky bastard.”

Ghost makes a sound that’s nearly a growl at that, ducking down to nip sharply at Johnny’s shoulder and forcing his back into a steeper arch. “Fucking brat. Can’t even speak without stuttering, but you still tryin’ to talk back?”

Soap wants to fight back, wants to push and push and push until Ghost gives him everything he’s got. The thrusts nailing that horribly sensitive spot inside of him leave him wanting to go soft, to lay limp for Ghost to make him feel good, but the parts of his brain that haven’t melted out of his ear yet whisper that he could make Ghost earn it.

So he tries to shove up, even with his arms shaking and moans spilling from his lips. “Some-someone has to d-do it,” he quips, trying to smirk and ending up with more of a half-drunk smile. “Need-need to keep you on your toes, o-old man.”

Ghost snarls at that, but Johnny spots the quick curve to his lips as he ducks lower to growl right in Soap’s ear. “Old man, huh? Doesn’t seem like you mind, moanin’ like a whore beneath me. My cock feel that good in your cunt?”

Johnny’s arms give out beneath him and he collapses back to the bed, eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck, feels-feels so good.”

Ghost laughs above him, a sharp and mean sound. “I can fuckin’ tell, you’re clenched up so tight it’s like you never want me to pull out. That it Johnny? You want to keep me in your cunt for the rest of your life? Never gonna let me go, are you?”

“No-ooo.”

“Tha’s alright,” Ghost rumbles, giving Soap several slow, hard thrusts, pummeling his prostate like it’s a punching bag. “‘M not lettin’ you go either, Johnny. Gonna keep you in bed, just a perfect little cocksleeve for me.”

His plan of riling Ghost up feels so far out of reach with the pleasure drowning him, and he’s left unable to even try and goad Ghost further. Instead he shifts one hand below his body, grips his throbbing cock and gives himself a few rough strokes, biting a pillow to hide his moans.

“What’re you doin’?” Ghost asks, grinding himself deep inside of Johnny and running a hand up and down his spine. “No, no, stop that.” His voice is scolding, and he worms a hand between Johnny’s stomach and the bed to force him to stop jacking himself off.

“Very bad boy, Johnny,” he tsks in what’s probably feigned displeasure, the hand on Johnny’s back moving to grip him by the throat and tug him back. He goes easily, whining at the lack of stimulation as his dick is left bobbing in the air between his legs. He shifts on his knees, pushing back to try and get more of Ghost inside of him, get more of Ghost. “Tryin’ to get your pleasure from somewhere else? C’mon, isn’t my cock enough for you?”

Johnny chokes on a moan, shifting forward just enough to drop himself back down onto Ghost’s hips, trying to get a hand back on his cock. It’s batted away quickly, Ghost wrenching his hand to the small of his back.

“Gimme your other hand, c’mon.”

Johnny groans. “No, Ghost, please… need to get off, c’mon, just let me-”

“Hand, Johnny.”

He listens, puffing a frustrated breath through his teeth as he lets Ghost grip both hands behind his back, the other still collared around his throat. “C’mon, Lt,” he grunts, trying to fuck himself on Ghost’s cock. “Need it, need more.”

“More?” Ghost hums, using the hand around Johnny’s throat to hold him still while he pulls out and forces his way back in, starting a harsh but even pace to try and melt the last parts of Johnny’s brain. “Greedy boy. You’ll take what you’re given and you’ll thank me for it.”

Soap tries to nod, bucking his hips back to try and get more, always more. He can’t manage much but a few aborted thrusts in his position, and his knees spread a bit wider, sinking him a bit lower on the bed. 

Ghost’s hand flexes over his throat, a quick pressure, and Johnny can’t help but keen at the threat.

Simon’s hips pause at the sound, and Johnny can imagine him tilting his head a bit in that annoyingly attractive way he does - like a predator scenting blood. His fingers shift along the column of Johnny’s throat, finding a more secure hold, and gripping.

The noise that rips from Johnny’s throat is half-strangled and half-moan, the lack of airflow sending sparks straight from his brain to his dick. He can’t help but try to thrust into a hand that isn’t there, trying to find any extra stimulation as his eyes flutter shut.

“Like that?” Ghost rumbles, hips rolling slowly in long, deep strokes. “A hand ‘round your throat, cock in your guts? Want me to choke you a bit, Johnny?”

He tries to choke out a yes, can’t manage it with such little air.

“What’s that?” Ghost shakes Johnny’s head by the neck, his eyes trying to open before they shut again. “C’mon, answer me, pup. You like a hand around the throat when you’re gettin’ fucked?”

Johnny nods as much as he can, managing to eek out a noise that sounds like affirmation. It’s the best he can do, and judging by the rumbly laugh over his shoulder it’s enough.

“Alright then.” Ghost pulls his hand away, dropping until his hand wraps around the base of Johnny’s cock, then a little lower to cup his balls. He thrusts a little faster now, starting to really fuck into Soap again. “How about this - you want a hand on your little dick, or a hand around your throat?”

Johnny can hardly think with the dragging against his walls, the stretch in his hole. His mouth is dropped open, little noises forced from him every time Ghost bottoms out. “Please- please, wanna come, Ghost, need it.”

Ghost hooks his chin over Johnny’s shoulder, forcing his back to arch so he’s presenting himself for his fucking. He feels unbalanced, held up only by Simon’s hands, and with one on his cock instead of his neck his top half feels too unstable.

“Soundin’ like a broken record, Johnny. Here, I’ll make it easier for you. One -” his hand wraps securely around Johnny’s balls, massaging them just in time with his thrusts and dragging a long moan from him. “Or two?” He moves back up, wraps his hand back around Soap’s throat and squeezes. His breath is cut off immediately, no matter how much he fights to get a breath in. 

“So? Which one, Johnny?”

He’s given just enough air to breathe back in, eyes flashing open as his vision goes a little hazy. “Tw-Two!”

There’s a pleased rumble over his shoulder, a stroke of a thumb over his Adam’s apple. “Attaboy.”

Ghost doesn’t waste any time - he pushes Johnny forward with the hand at the small of his back, begins to thrust far more quickly, harshly enough that Soap can hear the slap of his balls against his ass, and squeezes his throat tight.

Again, his airflow is cut off immediately. There’s a flash of panic when he’s suddenly incapable of doing something so natural, a privilege taken away that he’d never really thought about. He goes limp almost instantly, leaning further into Ghost’s palm.

“There you go, good boy, Johnny,” Ghost rumbles, squeezing his wrists. He’s panting over Soap’s shoulders as he hammers his way inside the smaller man, each thrust forcing Johnny to try and suck a breath in. 

The suffocation only brings him closer and closer to the edge, his cock red and angry. He can feel it creeping up on him, every second he goes without air bringing him closer and closer to that peak, just out of reach. If he had enough breath to make a sound, he’d whine for more. 

He’s not sure how long it’s been when he starts to panic. His vision goes splotchy, chest tight and almost aching from a prolonged lack of air. Completely against his own will, he starts to thrash in Ghost’s grip.

Simon grunts over his shoulder, muscling him over a bit so that he’s bent in half, held up only by Ghost’s hand and forced to rest his entire weight there. Johnny nearly manages to get his wrists free, but his fight is dwindling quickly.

“Fucking take it,” he hears Ghost snarl, thrusts quickening. “Thought this was what you wanted, pup? Practically begged me to fuckin’ strangle you, so take it.”

He’s- fuck, he’s so close, right there, just on the edge of coming, but he’s not sure he’ll even be conscious to experience it. His vision is almost entirely gone, heart racing as his lungs spams inside his chest. A prickle of true panic grows at the back of his head, something screaming to fight.

But he can’t get free. No matter how much he tries to thrash, Ghost holds him securely and doesn’t slow his hips.

In the end, Soap loses consciousness.

His eyes roll back in his head at a particularly deep thrust, the head of Ghost’s cock nailing his prostate in an almost cruel way. Johnny’s out like a light, the pleasure, the fight, and lack of oxygen finally doing him in.

It’s minutes later when he comes to again, Ghost’s hips grinding against his, his body limp on the mattress.

He groans into the pillow a bit, trying to shift and flinching at the sensitivity of his soft cock against the sheets. He blinks slowly, distantly registering the walls of Ghost’s room when the larger man pulls out.

Soap whines at the feeling of being empty, his hole fluttering around nothing, and Ghost grunts, gives him a sharp tap to the ass.

“You just woke back up and you’re already whinin’ again.”

Soap makes a small, confused sound. “L.t.? Did’ya… did’ya knock me out?”

Ghost hums an affirmative, falling to the bed on his back and contentedly tucking his arms behind his bed. “Sure did. You seemed to like it - milked my cock like a proper whore as soon as you were down.”

Soap shivers at the callous words, winces at the way his cock twitches beneath him. “You kept fucking me?”

Ghost looks at him like he’s insane. “Course I did. You got off, didn’t you? What’ve you got to complain about?”

Johnny’s brows furrow a bit as he scoots closer. He’s glad when Ghost doesn’t shove him away or roll over, allowing Johnny to rest his front to Ghost’s ribs, leaning against him. 

He’s glad he got off. Simon’s fucked him before and left him hanging - sometimes for days on end - and it’s a misery Johnny is never eager to reexperience. But he can’t help but wish he was actually awake to feel his orgasm, instead of passed out and used as a limp body.

Ghost sighs, dropping his arm to lay over Johnny’s shoulders. “I don’t know why you’re pouting, Johnny. D’you rather I didn’t let you come?”

He’s quick to shake his head. “No! Course not, it’s just…”

“Just what? Spit it out, pup.”

He sighs, buries his face into Ghost’s armpit to hide as best he can. “Wanted to feel it, that’s all.”

There’s silence for a minute, then Ghost laughs, low and rumbly. “You wanted to be awake? That’s what this is about?”

Johnny nods, just barely holds back a whine. Ghost sighs, affectionate but aggrieved, and throws his other arm over Johnny, effectively trapping the younger man beneath him.

“Shoulda known. Greedy pup like you, never wanna miss out on anything do you?”

He shakes his head, doesn’t manage to hold back the whine. A hand strokes through his mohawk and he relaxes a little bit further.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Johnny,” Ghost sighs, adopting a fake-pitying tone. “You wanted me to choke you, I wasn’t gonna just give you a little scare. Thought you’d appreciate it, way your always begging for more.”

“I do!” Johnny’s quick to correct, tucking his legs between Ghost’s. “I liked it! I just… just wanted to feel myself get off, Sir, that’s all.”

Ghost hums, scratches over his scalp. “Alright, I understand. We’ll see whether or not you deserve it next time, okay, puppy?”

Johnny nods, tucking himself into Ghost as deep as he can, until he’s not sure where his skin ends and Simon’s begins. “Course.”

There’s a sharp tug to his ear, sudden and painful. Johnny can’t help but yelp, looking up at Ghost with wide eyes.

“You forgetting something, Johnny?” Ghost asks, unimpressed.

He racks his brain for any rules he could’ve forgotten, quickly sees his mistake. “Thank you, Sir.”

“For…?”

Johnny swallows, tears his eyes away from Ghost’s. “Thank you for letting me come, Sir. Even if I couldn’t feel it.”

He gets another little tug to his ear for that, but Ghost hums and lets him tuck himself away soon after. They fall asleep just like that, wrapped around each other, both of them warm and sated.

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FFxiv Write 2023 Master list

Had not done continuous chapters in years. Took on this challenge to use some of the notes, partially done fics, scene descriptions in my notebooks. Had to go short story and summary/narrative (?) format due to lack of of a coherent chapter transition point and there being other little scenes in between those as well -_-'

If anything I cleared out a good chunk of my notes. Though some like Mor Dhona Days(ARR, EW 6.0 and 6.1) and Road to recovery stuff(EW between 6.0 and 6.1) still have bits and pieces coming out of the woodwork -_-'

Prompt #1: Envoy - An unused piece of Post EW timeline that involves traveling through Orthard with Hylnyan, Thancred, G'raha and Estinien Prompt #2: Bark - Post EW timeline, A parody dealing with Tomestone farming for mounts and a mount story Prompt #3: Extra Credit - Feathers. Post EW timeline but HW Vanu tribal quest related Prompt #4: Off the Hook - Taking Inventory 2 got transcribed. Hylnyan and Thancred's relationship Prompt #5: Barbarous - Timeline in mid EW, someone remembers Hylnyan all the way from end ARR as one of eight

Prompt #6: Ring - ShB 5.3 onwards Hylnyan from the POV of a dungeon support NPC's POV. Consider to be after Shed prompt Prompt #7: Noisome - EW dungeon run thing and a Miqo'te hunter Prompt #8: Shed - ShB post 5.3. My take on his mindset I guess Prompt #9: Fair - Mid HW between Awakening in Ul'dah and Into the Aery. short story for a thing that happened in Gpose Prompt #10: Extra Credit - Envoy. Post ARR, Taking Inventory 4 got transcribed. A very short window of happiness for Thancred. A Mor Dhona days short

Prompt #11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy - The start of EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series. No she's not as okay as you think she is, that last solo duty took much out of her. Prompt #12: Dowdy - ShB clearly someone expected things to be fanicer with Hylnyan's sense of fashion. What?! Do you not know how puny she is compared to her enemies? Prompt #13: Check - Pre 6.5 EW short. Being delivery Miqo'te, feat Ryne Prompt #14: Clear - Mid EW, Hylnyan's decoy team and the fellow collaborators who knew since mid-late HW Prompt #15: Portentous - Post ARR Thancred and Cid short that finally got transcribed. A Mor Dhona days short

Prompt #16: Jerk - EW end 6.0 that is after Dreamless Sleep series, the Mor Dhona part of Road to reovery. Something ridculous about Housing and the people looking out for Hylnyan since the Bloody Banquet. A Mor Dhona days short. My personal fave. the notes were tame, this one came out silly. The noodle incident is what it is. Prompt #17: Resting this day Prompt #18: A Fish Out of Water - ARR Pray return to NG+ Prompt #19: Weal - EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series, think about her companions who had to closed in around her, some of them been through this once in ShB Prompt #20: Hamper -EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series, Aetherial Sea Team was suppose to get a short story to replace an earlier one that was scraped

Prompt #21: Grave - EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series Prompt #22: Fulsome - ShB musing, Light corruption mindset. That which could have been. Prompt #23: Suit - Post EW timeline but SB Anata tribal quest related Prompt #24: Resting this day Prompt #25: Call it a Day - Post EW Pandemonium timeline, A parody dealing with Tomestone farming. Pandemonium boss spoiler

Prompt #26: Last - 6.4 timeline picking up ShB 5.5 stuff. Literally leveling WHM to clear the quest chain before touching 6.5 MSQ. Prompt #27: Sole - FFXIV short musing about Hylnyan Prompt #28: Blunt - EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series news about the injured Hylnyan travels Prompt #29: Contravention - EW spoiler guest in Binding coil with special guest stars Gudako and Co from FGO and a certain missing Catdude who's story never got told because I'm not ready to play through the time line that he got thrown into. Prompt #30: Amity - EW end 6.0 Closing off the Dreamless Sleep series