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annaphoenix1994 · 11 days
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Feeling like I'm craving a love that doesn't exist in this generation, and it's not okay. Everyone deserves a love they crave - to be desired and prioritized, and even that seems like it's not good enough anymore.
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annaphoenix1994 · 22 days
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YOU MATCH THE 141 ON TINDER 💓
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Summary:
While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
Pairing:
141 x Reader
The Beginning:
Teaser
Chapters:
Prequel
1- Kyle
2- Johnny
3- Simon
4- John?
5- GETTING LAID?
6- John.
7- Getting Laid!! 😈🌶️
8- Awooga?
9- Drinks?
10- SIMON?!
11- Excuse me?
12- A date?
13- Yes, and?
14- (B)romance?
More chapters - COMING SOON!
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annaphoenix1994 · 2 months
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Sassy
Main Masterlist / 60.8K words and complete.
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All works are 18+ Minors DNI AO3
I Got You He doesn't know your name. You've never seen his face. Leave He’s like a bomb Picture Soap gives Simon a picture. Heartbeat - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Simon made up his mind. First Sight - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Simon has felt this before. Sunlight Simon was due home four days ago. Courthouse You're the sun. Alone - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 You're empty handed and alone. Home Simon is your home. The Sun - Epilogue
Musings: Let's talk about Sass x Simon Grocery list Cough School pick-up
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annaphoenix1994 · 3 months
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Ch.131 - Desperate Approval
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Graves has unfinished business; Kiera's brother makes a visit and seeks advice from the only person who he knows won't lie to him.
“You know, Phil, I was beginning to think this day would never happen.” Tokala sighed, watching at Phil willingly signed the contract he and Tokala agreed upon.
“Consider it one of the best Monday’s to date,” Phil chuckled. “Wyoming has… certainly left its mark on me.”
“I see that,” Tokala smirked, taking the pen Phil had handed to him before signing his name on the dotted line. “Bring the check.”
“Wow, now I wish a big check like that would fit into my wallet!”
“It’s a big day, Phil. For both of us. Grab this end here and I’ll grab the other. We’ll present it to the press.”
“What’re we waiting for?”
“Bring them in, please.”
Tokala’s assistant nodded, her heels clanking against the hardwood floor before opening the office door to four members of the local press, all of them flooding in to get the first photo as well as compete with one another to have their story published. “Our ways of gambling with our future is over,” Tokala spoke. “Working together with new partnership only elevates our progress of succeeding.”
“To mark a new era for your generation.” Phil added.
“And for all of Wyoming.”
“Where’s our next location after we get the casino and hotel built?” Phil whispered under his breath.
“Kiera Dutton’s ranch,” Tokala smiled. “One day at a time.”
“I’ll be here every day of the week.”
*
“No, understand that not only is it Monday, but I recall telling you to email me the proposal so I wouldn’t have to look at you again, that includes speaking over the phone.”
“Look, I just wanted to let you know about another place I found—”
“God, you reek of desperation,” Kiera nearly laughed. “How about you do what I told you and fuck off?”
The realtor sighed on the other end of the phone, “I’ll be in touch.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” She scoffed, ending the phone call abruptly before retrieving her vape pen from the drawer in her desk. Although she had quit smoking for almost two years due to her pregnancy and raising her children, there were just some days where she was damn glad to have had one on standby for when she felt she needed it. Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, she nearly grimaced at the figure hesitating to even walk into her office in the first place.
Dennis.
“Boy, am I sure glad I have nicotine to get rid of the headache you’re about to give me,” She scoffed. “For a man with such a pea-sized heart, you sure have a lot of balls to face me right now.”
“I know it’s not a good time—”
“It’s never a good time when you come waltzing into my office. What do you want?”
Dennis sighed, “Look, I need you to put aside our differences, Kiera. Please remember one thing: we’re family.”
“Aren’t you entitled,” She breathed a laugh. “Suddenly, you’re family when you think you have the opportunity to take something that doesn’t belong to you? I find it funny because you never came around unless you wanted something.”
“I was busy, Kiera—”
“Too busy to not show up to your own father’s funeral? What a crock of shit. Or was it because you were too busy meeting your mistress in a hotel an hour out of town because you’re too chicken-shit to tell your wife you don’t love her anymore?”
You fucking bitch, he seethed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ah, still narcissistic I see. We owe you nothing. Daddy owes you nothing, and I owe you nothing.”
“Goddammit!” Dennis shouted. “I’m trying to at least seek some type of advice from the person I know who doesn’t sugarcoat shit. Can you at least be grateful I chose you to do that?”
“I’ll take that as a complement, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give you so-called advice. Lawyers and realtors like you don’t need advice, you ask for it just to get ideas. Daddy taught me a long time ago that a man who trades his saddle for a tie is no man. And boy, was he right…”
“Can you at least attempt to resemble something human and just… listen to me, because I’m not coming to you as a lawyer or realtor, I’m coming to you as your brother. I need guidance, Kiera.”
“How’re you trying to sweep the ranch out from under me this time? Because your little partnership with Jenkins is far out the window.”
“It’s not about that, Kiera,” Dennis huffed. “This is about my campaign—”
“Oh, you’re suddenly running for office now because the lawyer life didn’t suit you?” She scoffed. “How’re you going to run for office when you don’t have a solid campaign?”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
“Have you not learned anything? Politics get you nowhere, only a constant curtain draw and a bad name because everyone somewhere will always hate you.”
“I already have people who hate me—”
“Finally something you’ve said I agree with.” She mumbled, seeking another long drag from her vape pen, sincerely missing the taste of her preferred flavor: pink lemonade.
Dennis huffed before removing a folded newspaper from the breast pocket of his coat, “Look. This is my donor.” He said, pointing to the photo of Tokala and Phil that was taken after the signing of their contract earlier the same morning.
“Eh, you don’t have the same skin tone as him,” Kiera shook her head, referring to Tokala. “As far as Phil, I’d believe it. You both are conniving and just as greedy—”
“Grow up, Kiera, fuck! I really hope your kids don’t turn out like you one day—”
“Oh, I hope they do because they’d protect the ranch with as much force as Simon and I have. They won’t lack a backbone like you, Dennis. You want me to grow up? Fine, sit down and make sure your big boy pants fit because here it is: you’re not a politician, got it? As much as I’m sure you think you can, politicians believe they can manage people’s lives just how they want, the best politicians are liars and narcissists. Although I will say you fit in the same category, a real politician will always be better than you at it because they don’t need practice. They’re committed to doing anything to sit behind that desk. You aren’t that, so I’d withdraw if I were you because not only will you ruin this family more than you already have, you’ll end up ruining this whole damn state. You can’t even tell me what you are, Dennis. You’ve always been the one to look for a way into other people’s lives. You smell of the desperate desire for approval and you’ve got their noses all over you. They will rip you up and shred you apart, then it won’t be just you trying to take the ranch.”
“What should I do, then?”
“Think about your wife, hell, even your mistress. Put them first before yourself. You do what’s best for them and you’d be surprised how much you accomplish on your own.”
Dennis looked to the floor, shaking his leg impatiently. I can’t attack her, I need to attack him. There’s nothing left of her to attack.
“I wasn’t trying to take the ranch, Kiera. I hope you know that.”
She scoffed, “You know, you’ve grown to the habit of lying so much that you’re almost a politician.”
*
“The issue is that they’ve already secured the land,” Phillip sighed on the other end of the phone, talking to his trusted long-time friend as well as brother in arms, Ben Carbonell. “Jenkins has been keeping me in the loop. I know he hasn’t asked for my help yet, but I know if I have you on the inside, I’ll release the big bad wolf when the time comes, you got me?”
“Do they hold the deed, Graves?” Ben sighed, swallowing a gulp of coffee while he sat back at his desk.
“Not clear that I know of. Haven’t talked to Jenkins since this morning. I can find out, though.”
“These are things I need to know before you call, Graves. Don’t you have some desert to blow up?”
Graves chuckled, “Did that yesterday. I’ll be coming home soon enough. Just don’t know when.”
“Well, I can’t stop this Jenkins and Indian fellow if I don’t have information. For a man who’s been so good at recon, you sure failed at giving me any.”
“Forgive me for being on duty and trying to play both sides at the same time,” Graves scoffed. “I have business to attend to on both sides and by what Jenkins is doing, it’s getting me one step closer to my enemy.”
“Oh, so this is a revenge mission now, is it?”
“Not exactly, but it’ll be one when the time comes. For now, you just do what you do best: run your mouth and do your job. Remember where your bonuses come from.”
“That old bastard Shepherd taught you well,” Ben scoffed. “Too bad he’s dead and can’t knock some more bullshit in your head.”
“Yeah, you know who killed him right?”
“Who, Mr. TMZ?”
“Kiera Dutton.”
“C.I.A officer?”
“The same bitch who told you to go fuck yourself when you tried to hit on her on base that year, remember?”
Ben smirked, putting his phone on speaker before retrieving a cigarette from his shirt pocket. “I couldn’t help to complement the fine art of her perfect ass. But yes, I remember.”
“Well, she ain’t got it no more. Punched out a couple of kids, so you can have at it. Sure she’s more of a handful now that she’s got raging hormones.”
Ben murmured a hmph at the thought, “We’ll see about that. I’ll do some digging on this. You keep bustin’ ass over there – wherever the hell you are.”
“Will do, sir. I’ll check in by Friday. Sure is fun to play both sides, huh?”
“It’s only fun when you can play each side well, that’s why you called me.” Ben laughed, satisfied that Graves had hung up before Ben even got the chance, shaking his head before he continued to read through his morning paper, taking a quick glance at the front page. “A casino and hotel not even an hour from the Tetons?” He spoke to himself. “I have to figure out who the fuck this guy is.”
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annaphoenix1994 · 3 months
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Ch.130 - Negative
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Simon and Johnny take Baler hunting; Kiera is saddened by a negative pregnancy test.
“Rise and shine, lad,” Simon chimed from Baler’s doorway, smirking at how Baler groaned when the light to the room was flipped on. “Time to get up.”
“Dad, it’s Saturday!” He groaned, his eyes still squeezed shut as he rolled onto his back. “What time is it?”
“4 o’clock. I guess while you were busy getting wasted on cheap whiskey and being run over by a bull, you forgot about our hunting trip today, huh?”
“Can we go next weekend? I worked late and my head still hurts from last night—”
“That’s exactly why you’re still going today,” Simon chuckled. “You still have a lot to learn about your responsibilities, especially keeping your word. We’ve rescheduled this hunting trip once already and if we reschedule it again, there’s a chance we won’t get a deer and get a bloody squirrel instead. Now get up. I won’t tell you again.”
The teen groaned in disagreement, huffing before he forced himself to sit up in bed, exposing himself to the cool air outside of his comforter.
“Keep your huffing and puffing to a minimum when you leave your room. You don’t need to wake your mum and siblings with that noise,” He arched his brow. “Johnny will be meeting us shortly. Get dressed while I make you something to eat.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hey,” Simon nearly barked in offense. “Even though I’m still pissed for that little stunt you did last night, you still don’t have to call me sir, alright?”
“O-Okay, dad.” Baler nodded, swinging the comforter off of him while Simon left the doorway, making his way to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast while he waited for Johnny to arrive, knowing he’d eventually have to call him to wake him up as he was always one to sleep through a hangover. “Looks like I’ll have two kids to babysit today.” He huffed to himself, shaking his head while he reached into the fridge to get the carton of eggs and pack of bacon and cheese to make a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich for him and Baler.
“Never thought I’d see the day where you’re up early making breakfast.” Kiera giggled from behind him, shocked to see that Simon was unaware of her presence until she spoke.
“You should go back to bed, love. You’ve had a long night.” He chuckled.
“It was kind of hard to when my main source of warmth left from my side this morning,” She shrugged. “Besides, I smelled something cooking and was worried that you let Baler cook.”
“If he was cooking, this house would be burnt to the ground,” He huffed. “Besides, I think you’re mistaking yourself: you’re like a furnace when you sleep nestled against me. I’ll never understand how you can bundle yourself up with a blanket while you’re body is hot to the touch. I was ready to sleep outside.” He breathed a laugh.
“I can’t explain it either,” Kiera shrugged. “Is Baler up?”
“He is. And he’s not happy,” He chuckled. “He’ll wake up once he gets out in the cold.”
Kiera giggled at the thought, knowing that having to be awake and move after being primarily hungover was a better punishment than just grounding him. She sat down at the kitchen table, surprised at the glass of iced coffee Simon had made for her – topped with whipped cream and cinnamon sugar. “You must’ve known I was going to wake up if you had this waiting on me, babe.”
“I always know you wake up when I get out of bed, love.”
“Always proud of your husband of the year title,” She giggled before taking a sip of the coffee he had made for her. Perfect. “You always make the best coffee for someone who hates iced coffee.”
“You’d be surprised the things I’ve grown to like since you and I,” He smirked, adjusting the belt around his waist that held up his camouflage pants. “Just like I’ve come to force myself to enjoy that rubbish your mum calls sweet tea just because it makes her happy to see me drink it.”
Kiera’s heart swelled at his admission, knowing he was genuine.
“Morning, momma,” Baler spoke softly, yawning as he drug his feet against the floor to meet them in the kitchen, taking a seat at the dining table.
“Good morning, baby,” She smiled. “Sleep good?”
“I know you’re being sarcastic, mom,” Baler arched his brows with a huff. “My head fu- hurts.”
“That tends to happen when you drink cheap whiskey and get ran over by a bull.”
Baler scoffed, “Dad already told me that. I think I’ve learned my lesson—”
“You’re nowhere close to learning your lesson,” Kiera arched her brow. “But this is a start.”
“If you say so,” He nodded, his eyes glancing to her glass of iced coffee. “Can I have some?”
“No, it’ll stun your growth,” Simon chimed in, setting his plate down in front of him. “Eat fast. Johnny will be here in a few minutes.”
Simon watched as Baler began eating his sandwich before looking to his wife, “Hungry?”
“It’s too early for me to eat, babe. I’ll eat when Kristen comes over.”
“Okay, love.” He smiled, turning back towards the kitchen counter to retrieve his plate he had made for himself before joining Kiera and Baler at the table.
A few minutes later, Kimber had begun barking once she had heard a knock at the door, indicating that someone was at the front door. “I’ll get it.” Kiera announced, standing up from the table only for Kimber to follow close behind, opening the front door to greet Johnny, who also was dressed in camouflage with a bright orange beanie and a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder, leaving it leaning against the banister to avoid bringing it into the house. “Where’s my sandwich?” Johnny teased, nearly laughing at the glare Simon shot at him while he and Baler were finishing up their breakfast sandwiches.
“If you would’ve been on time, I would’ve made you one.”
“Lies, L.T.,” Johnny shook his head. “But I still love ya.”
“That’s unfortunate,” He grumbled, eating only half of his sandwich before standing up from the table and walking towards the gun safe to retrieve two hunting rifles – one for him and Baler. “Ready, kid?”
“Sure.” Baler shrugged, taking the last bite of his sandwich and taking his empty plate to the sink, swallowing what he had chewed before he wrapped his torso with an orange vest.
“Don’t forget your gloves and hat—”
“They’re in the truck.”
Simon nodded, looking down at the rifle he had picked out for Baler to use, ensuring that the chamber was empty and the safety switch was on. “Sling it over your shoulder,” He advised, watching the teen nod before doing as he was told. “Just like that. Hands away from the trigger unless you’re directed.”
“O-Okay.”
Simon could tell Baler was nervous, sensing that he had never used a firearm before in his life. “You remember what I told you about gun safety, right?”
“Yes.”
“It’s a big deal… taking a life. Just know we’re not doing this for sport.”
“Then why do you do it? The military—”
“That’s a discussion for another time, lad. This is about hunting for food, not killing just because.” He sighed, fiddling with the camouflage balaclava that was pressed between his thumb and index finger.
“Where’re we going, L.T.?”
“A place Kiera’s dad told me to go for the best game.” He answered, glancing at Kiera to present a warm smile to her, reassuring her that she would know where to find them if she needed to.
“Alright. Well, I’m ready when you are.” Johnny nodded, reaching on the counter to take one of the blueberry muffins Kiera had made a couple of days ago, the muffin nearly bigger than his own hand.
“Go ahead and go to the truck. I’ll be out in a second.”
Johnny and Baler nodded before making their way to the front door, Baler slipping on his boots before he grabbed the keys to the truck, knowing that Simon would expect the truck to be started and warming up while waiting for its driver. “Do you need any help before I leave, love?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Kiera’s cheek as her arms wrapped around his neck.
“I’ll be fine, babe. I’ll hold the fort down while you’re gone.”
“Knowing you’re going to be with Kristen, I wouldn’t be surprised if the fort was in shambles by the time I came back,” He chuckled. “The pair of you are nothing but trouble.”
“We are not!” She laughed. “Okay, maybe a little…”
“That’s what I thought. We’ll be back around noon if we don’t get anything. Probably in the afternoon if we do get something.”
“You know I’ll be here waiting for you,” She hummed, placing a kiss to his jaw. “I’m going to take that test when you leave. I want you to have something to look forward to and maybe you’ll come home quicker.”
“I always look forward to coming home, even if it’s a day you decide to hate my being,” He chuckled against her neck. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too. Take care of our boy.”
“You know I will, but I won’t let him know that.”
*
“You know the drill: where’s my niece and nephew?” Kristen laughed, hanging her purse on the coat hook before gingerly hugging her best friend.
“They’re in the living room. Evie has been sitting up on her own and Jacob isn’t far behind her!”
“Have they said their first word yet??”
“Dada,” Kiera huffed playfully. “I went through hours of labor and pain just for them to say dada first!” She laughed.
“Isn’t that just some shit?” Kristen chuckled, making her way into the living room to be greeted by Evie’s toothless smile. “There’s my beautiful niece! Oh, Kiera, she looks more and more like you every day! Jacob is a perfect mix between you and Simon.”
“Thank you. You know, it’s funny because Evie looks like me, but has Simon’s eyes, whereas Jacob looks like Simon, but has my eyes.”
“And let me guess: Jacob prefers you over Simon and Evie prefers Simon over you?”
“That’s exactly right. Although they both prefer us just the same it feels like.”
“I know. So, what’re your plans today?”
“Well, I figured we could order some food – more than what we both eat and watch a couple of movies all while talking about our favorite books.”
“Hmm…” Kristen hummed playfully. “Maybe we should get some iced coffee to go along with?”
“You should know that’s the case! I can make us some. I have your favorite creamer.”
“Cold foam?”
“Definitely!”
“I’m in. You’ve always been better at making coffee than I have ,” Kristen giggled. “Have you taken the test yet? How’d that perfume work out for you?”
“Girl, I didn’t have time to take the test last night if that’s what you mean!” Kiera laughed. “I ended up taking it this morning.”
“And?”
“I haven’t checked it, yet. I got sidetracked with things to do while I was waiting on you.”
“I’m so excited for you! You go check it while I order our food!” Kristen smiled, clapping her hands together as her heart swelled for her best friend’s happiness, seeing just how eager she was to become a mother again.
“Okay. My card is in my purse—”
“I’ve got it covered! Don’t you dare!” Kristen laughed. “Go check your test so we can plan on getting more baby stuff!”
“I’ll be right back! I told Simon I’d tell him the result when he got back.”
“Quit talking and go!” Kristen laughed, knowing that Kiera would babble when she got excited about things.
With excitement, Kiera waltzed into the bathroom with her fingers twined with the other in hope of positive news, hesitating to walk closer to the counter, eager, yet nervous to view the two pregnancy tests she had purchased the day before.
Closing her eyes, she forced herself to step closer to the counter, slowly opening them to focus on the two tests on the counter.
Negative.
Nearly in shock, she slowly sat on the edge of the bathtub as the tears welled up in her eyes, slowly trickling down her cheeks while her hands nearly trembled. “No…” She whispered. “I was so sure.”
She cried as she looked at the bold negative lines, her heartbreak turning to anger before she threw the tests into the trash can, storming out of the bathroom and back into the living room, immediately grasping the first baby to greet her with a toothless smile. Thank God I was able to birth you two, she cried to herself. You two have completed my entire life.
“Kiera? What’s wrong?” Kristen frowned, setting her phone on the counter before rushing to sit on the couch next to her.
“It… was negative.” She sniffled.
“Are you sure? I mean, were they just faint lines?”
Kiera shook her head, “N-No. They were bold. I-I was so sure I was pregnant! I was having cravings and everything!”
“Oh, Kiera. I’m so sorry—”
“It’s not your fault, Kiera. I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”
“I’m just going to have to go see Rachel and see what she finds.”
“Do you think the miscarriage had something to do with it?...”
“Probably,” She cried, wiping her tears with her free hand while the other kept Evie close. “What if I can’t be pregnant again? What if that time for me is up?”
“It’s not your fault, though. Just know that you were still able to bring Jacob and Evie to us.”
“I couldn’t even birth them on my fucking own,” She whimpered. “I had to have an emergency C-Section. I just feel like all of that shit I’ve been through has punished me by not giving me the natural ability to have kids on my own.”
“Honey, you can’t think about it like that. So many women have had a C-Section. Just don’t punish yourself about this. Maybe it just wasn’t your time to get pregnant again. The only thing you can do is keep trying.”
“I-I know,” She cried. “I just want to be pregnant again so bad. I miss that feeling. The pain was worth it.”
“I know, Kiera. It’ll happen again, I’m sure about it,” Kristen assured her. “Want me to get you anything?”
“No, let’s just do what we planned. I need to keep my mind off of this.”
“Okay. Well, I ordered our food and it should be here in twenty minutes. What movie were you wanting to watch?”
“Ever seen O Brother Where Art Thou?”
“No?”
“You’re about to watch one of the funniest movies ever made.”
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Two at Once - Ghost x Soap x Reader Threesome
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Ghost x Reader x Soap Threesome
Pretty self explanatory... This is written in Simon's point of view and is my first threesome drabble, and I honestly have been thinking about this for a long time.
Word count: 5.9k
Simon’s Point of View:
Originally, we had this planned for weeks, putting it off several times due to her nervousness, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, too. As for Johnny, I knew he wasn’t.
He had openly admitted to doing this before.
In fact, he was the one who brought it up – to share a girl we both were attracted to, except the only difference was that I had made it quite obvious that I had feelings for her and if it wasn’t for her admitting that she was curious about it as well as agreeing to it, I wouldn’t have agreed to do this in the first place, but I made it clear to him that I would share her only once, and after that, she was mine. She had feelings for me, too. Admitting that amongst the topic of conversation.
I was surprised when she didn’t text us that something came up like she did the last time, though I didn’t mind if she were to tell us to forget about it altogether. I really didn’t want to do this, yet the other part of me did as it had been a dirty thought in the back of my mind for years, but I never chased it due to the fact that I don’t like sharing what’s mine.
She and I have been close for months, our conversations becoming a little too flirty at times the more we got to know each other, though we had known each other for years as we lived in the same city and she lived above me in my flat. The only reason we had ever met was because I helped her boost her car when its battery died.
She had my heart ever since that day seven months ago.
My pure little angel, I never would have thought that this was how you wanted to lose your virginity. Maybe you aren’t so pure after all… Naughty little minx.
I knew her nerves were getting the better of her, and I didn’t blame her. This was all new – far out of the comfort zone for a girl who had never had sex, but she made it clear that she trusted us, and who was I to take her from something that she wanted after the subject was brought up? She was mine, yes, but it wasn’t official. Sure, we’d gone on a couple of dates, but things have never gone further than a sweet hug and kiss on the cheek every time we saw each other.
She was open to do as she wanted, so if that meant she wanted to screw Johnny, then she could have at it, but that doesn’t mean I was going to let her unless I was there to show him how to fuck a girl right for her first time, to let him know that I was the ultimate dominant on taking what was mine, insulting him by taking that right in front of him.
I was going to make her say my name so much that she would forget Johnny was even there in the first place.
Our unit was on a well-earned vacation leave, giving us two weeks to decompress before deploying to only God knows where at this point, so we rented an Air BnB between Manchester and London.
Because after all, I didn’t want anyone else hearing how we were making her feel.
Our goal was to make her as comfortable as we could, to take things slow and let her take it at her own pace until she said otherwise as this was a big deal in itself to do in the first place. Johnny admitted that this would be his third threesome, and I was shocked to say the least.
As for me, this was my first and last threesome I’d ever be in.
Might as well make the best of it, right?
I had made it clear to Johnny that I was going to be the one to take her virginity, not him. Yeah, I knew that theoretically we were supposed to take turns, but that primal part of me didn’t want him even looking at her, let alone fucking her. I was going to mark her – to make her remember that I was the best she’d ever have, even if she and I didn’t work out in the future.
But she’d remember me, and I was going to be sure of it.
While she was in the shower to freshen herself up and process that this was about to happen, I sent Johnny out for condoms and a contraceptive just in case, as well as some of her favorite snacks for afterwards. She had always been self-conscious of her looks, which neither Johnny nor I cared about. You’d think we’d be attracted to just gym-rat girls? No, if she was as fit as us or bigger than us, we wouldn’t care. She had an amazing personality and the biggest heart that would make you proud to know, and I felt bad that we were taking her in such a nasty way, even if she wanted it, although she had also mentioned that she wanted to get out of her comfort zone and explore new things, not just “vanilla sex” being her first time.
I just hoped that she would want to continue exploring different types of sex with just me. Johnny was only an exception this time because I trust him. She wasn’t in the military with us – just a good little future housewife waiting for the right man to treat her as she deserves so that she could waddle around with my baby inside of her. But until then, she was going to stay my little shy and conserved bookworm until my term was over so that I could focus on her.
That is, if she wanted it like that.
I sat on the couch with my elbows pressed against my thighs, my jaw tightening as I watched the bathroom door, waiting for it to open to reveal my sweet girl waiting for me – waiting to take her as my own. I had almost forgotten that this was supposed to be a threesome until I saw Johnny’s duffel bag sitting next to the door.
But if he didn’t come back in time, I wasn’t going to sit around and wait until he got back.
If that was the case, I’d cancel this entire thing myself because I had already claimed what was mine, but I again had to stop myself as I remembered that this is what she wanted, and I was only doing this for her.
In truth, I didn’t want my best friend and fellow comrade to see me naked, though it wasn’t anything new considering the barracks and shower quarters had no privacy at all, so it’s unfortunate that I had seen more penises than I have vaginas in my thirty years of life by being in the military. I grew desensitized to it after a while as it’s only another body part.
The thing I’m not desensitized to is hearing the vulgar things that men dare to say about women – about what they’d do to a woman they were attracted to, or how they’d “kill to get some pussy right now” while being out in the desert for months, or how they’d nearly traumatize a woman if we were in a civilized setting by talking nasty things to them.
The worst I had heard (literally to this day) was when I had to fucking babysit new recruits that were on their first deployment. They had met our team at the outskirts of a town that housed our target. It was simple recon, and Price had assigned me to lead this group that had no fucking idea what they were doing. “They need someone to keep them in line.” He said to me.
And I sure as shit did just that.
A poor lass rolled by in a wheelchair, purse on her lap and sweat beading on her forehead, and one of the guys snickered and said, “She’d have no mercy if she was with me. Couldn’t get away.”
I snapped.
Let’s just say that he got in the line of fire.
I guess that’s why I’m so protective and dominant towards a woman that I like. I wanted to protect her from the shit men say on a daily basis towards women in general. They cannot catch a break from being constantly sexualized, judged on their appearance, “ghosted” on dates, and overall being left in an emotional wreck to make them think that it was their fault for a man’s actions.
I knew that this was a “no strings attached” affair for Johnny as he was still young and not ready to settle down yet. He was attracted to her, and although I hate to know that, I knew he never pushed her to agree to this. He left the ball in her court to decide, and I only agreed because I didn’t want her to do this alone. He never got impatient when she would back out at the last minute. Instead, he’d just reassure her and say that he was there when she was ready. As for me, well, like I said, I was only doing it because she wanted to enjoy me and Johnny for her first time.
She trusted us – trusted me – enough to know that I wasn’t going to judge her for it. I mean, how could I? I was willingly doing this, too.
But you can bet that if I didn’t trust Johnny at all, I wouldn’t have let her do this. I didn’t care if she wanted to or not, I’d let her kill me before I let her lose her virginity to him.
My head shot up when I heard the shower turn off, my heart hammering against my sternum when the door opened after a couple of minutes. God, she’s so beautiful, even when she’s more excited than nervous. She was wrapped in a towel, and I was sure that those little bare feet were cold against the wooden floor of the house.
Oh, my little dove, how you won’t be needing that towel…
I grinned before I stood to my feet, closing the gap between her and I before she looked up at me, doe eyes wide before she asked, “Where’s Johnny?”
“Sent him out to get condoms. Are you sure you want to do this, love?” I asked her, my hands cupping her bent elbows, noticing that her knuckles were turning white as if she was afraid that I was going to force that towel off of her.
“I-I’m sure. I’m just nervous.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I am too,” I breathed a laugh, watching her face fall in relief that she wasn’t the only one that was doing this for the first time. I knew she was comfortable with me as we had known each other for almost a year, but even then, this would be our first time, too. I have never kissed her, even though I thought about it so many times after walking her to her flat after one of our dates, how I thought about how good she would taste, how I thought about how perfect she would be as my girlfriend… This was going to be hard – to watch Johnny work his way between her legs at her consent and give her pleasure. I didn’t want to watch this, even if I was participating, but I again forced myself to remember that this was something that was discussed many times between the three of us, going back and forth with her own thoughts about how she could follow through with it, making herself believe that it would be just as easy as it was to cancel.
I wanted to tell Johnny so bad that she backed out and to just go home so that she and I could have our first time together – intimately. I felt it was my job as a potential life partner to make this special for her, yet here I was getting ready to share her with my best friend.
Maybe a threesome with an overprotective man like me wasn’t such a good idea…
What if she likes him more than me? What if she decides that she would rather be with him when all he wants is consensual fun? What if she ignores my advice on going through with it and ends up having her heart broken when he tells her that he’s not looking for a long-term relationship right now?
Would I pick up the pieces? Yes.
Only if she’d let me.
“It’s not too late to back out now, love.”
“I-I’m not backing out. I want to do this, and I’ve already cancelled once before—”
“Don’t think that you should feel obligated to do this,” I arched my brow at her. “Don’t force yourself to do something you don’t want to do.”
“I want to, Simon.”
Fuck, how I hated to hear that, but this was just one time, right? I wasn’t going to look at her any differently, but I didn’t want her to. I wanted her all to myself.
“As long as you’re sure, sweetheart.”
“I’m sure,” She nodded, those doe eyes looking back up at me and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. What are you doing to me, love? “H-How do we even start this?” She breathed a nervous laugh.
Oh, you just leave that all to me. I’ve got you now. I’m not waiting for Johnny to get back. He can join in when he does, but I’m taking advantage of this moment – our moment.
“Relax, love. Leave that all to me.” I said, closing the distance between her lips and trapping hers with mine. She tasted delightful, and I couldn’t wait to taste between her legs – all untouched, and all for me. She folded into me, her free hand nervously trailing up my arm to rest behind my neck. My hands began roaming her body, although I refrained from touching her intimately until she wanted me to – told me to. Until then, my hands rested on either her hips or the small of her back, gently and slowly grasping small folds of her towel to bring it up to show her ass.
Testing the waters, so to speak. This was a big deal for her – this was her first time ever having sex. It wasn’t mine, though I haven’t had much experience myself, but I knew what I was doing. I knew how to treat a woman, how to touch a woman, and how to please a woman.
I felt her body shift to press her thighs together once the towel revealed that perfect ass of hers, and I couldn’t help but knead it with my hands as it was all mine for just a few minutes. When she moaned into my mouth, my jeans suddenly became too tight as my cock was definitely growing with anticipation. My free hand slowly came up to clasp the one that held her towel together, gently pulling it away to let it fall. Goddammit, I wasn’t going to last long at all. She was perfect and all mine, and I didn’t care if she did choose Johnny in the end – I’d still pick up the pieces and be there for her when she needed me, but I’d always be appreciative of this experience she was letting me have with her.
I knew she was trying to hide her body from me with her newly free hand, using that arm to lay over her stomach as if she was afraid I was going to reject her for not being stick thin. So what if she had a little belly? So what if she had cellulite? So what if one of her breasts was bigger than the other? So fucking what? I didn’t care about that. I didn’t care that she viewed herself as not “being like other girls”, I didn’t care. I saw what I wanted to see and that was who she was, not what she thought she wasn’t.
She was more than good enough.
I was sure Johnny would think the same as even though he likes to sleep around, he doesn’t view women as objects. He doesn’t pick a random girl off the street and asks her to fuck – he builds a relationship with them first, gets a feel of what they want. He doesn’t go into detail about it, but when I asked him, he simply states that if a girl doesn’t want a no-strings-attached type of relationship, then he respects it and moves on. He doesn’t pressure them nor does he degrade them for it. He likes what he likes – which is either a “friends with benefits” or a “no-strings-attached” type of relationship. As long as that’s what the other wants, then he’ll surely give it to them.
Johnny didn’t see or feel what I did towards her, and he knows that. He only knows what he wants to know, and he wanted her to be sure before she followed through with it, and he wanted me to be sure when I told him I’d do it too.
And I told him that as long as he didn’t try anything on me, I didn’t care.
Eventually, I had ended up carrying her to the bedroom, leaving only a dim light per her request before I settled between her legs, too obsessed with the feeling of my lips on hers that I didn’t care if I fucked her or not – her mouth alone was intoxicating to me. I really didn’t want to share her, but another part of me liked the thought.
Mainly because I knew I made it a personal mission of mine to fuck her better than Johnny could. I wanted to make him regret even asking me to participate in this that he would never mention a threesome with her again, especially to me. I wanted him to fuck off about the entire subject alone after this.
Maybe he’d learn a thing or two from me.
I knew how to roll my hips just right to hit a G-Spot, I knew how to send a shiver down her spine by just a kiss on her neck, I knew how to make her feel beautiful, I knew how to make her beg…
Johnny only knew how to fuck.
“Can I touch you?” She whispered into my ear while my lips were too busy exploring her neck, and I could feel those hard nipples pressing against my chest through my shirt.
“Use me to your heart’s content, love.” I assured her, my cock twitching when I felt her legs wrap around my waist and her hands travel under my shirt, tracing over my abs and the thick muscle of my back all while raising up my shirt just to pull it over my head.
“Oh, my God…” She panted, and I immediately thought that she was gasping at how my chest was littered with scars.
“What’s on that pretty mind?”
“You’re… You’re massive.”
I couldn’t help but smirk, knowing that my hard work is certainly paying off. I knew that she disappeared beneath me due to our size difference, but hearing that compliment alone made me absolutely feral. All a man ever wants is to be drooled over by their build, and I only worked so hard on mine because of my military status, but having her drool over how well built I was just motivated me to keep my body the way it was.
I couldn’t reply because of how she was touching me, how she was digging those nails into the thick muscle of my back while slowly building her confidence to kiss against my neck, unaware that the sensation drove me wild and I couldn’t help it when my hips rolled against hers. I could feel the heat between her legs through my jeans alone, and when she moaned into my ear when she felt my cock through my jeans, I couldn’t help but do it again.
She definitely had been building up confidence when I didn’t have to lead her hand to my groin. She did it all herself, and it drove me mad. She wants me, I reassured myself. When she fumbled with the buckle of my belt, I reached down to help her reveal myself to her and groaned when she grabbed my cock, pumping me slowly. Oh, how bold you are, love. My innocent little dove isn’t so innocent anymore. You know what you want, and you can use me to your little heart’s content.
“I-I don’t know if I can take this,” She breathed a giggle, referring to my size. I’m not one to brag, but I was gifted…
More thick than long.
“I’ll get you ready for that, love.” I breathed against her neck, nearly ready to bash Johnny’s brains in for surprising us with his return back to the house. It’s very rare someone manages to sneak up on me, and Johnny did a good job of it, because I didn’t know he had returned until I heard him speak, “Well, well, well, looks like you couldn’t wait without me, eh L.T.?” He clicked his tongue, removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
“Wasn’t my fault you took your sweet time.” I grumbled, hating that I was going to have to share my girl.
“Is our bonnie ready for us?”
Our. Fuck, no. My.
“Not yet, Johnny.”
He smirked, now sitting on his knees next to her head, palming himself as he was intoxicated by her doe eyes looking up at him. Begging.
And I hated it.
But again, she wanted this, so I was going to try and enjoy it for her.
My lips made their way down to her collarbone, leaving a sloppy trail until I got to her breasts, swirling my tongue over her nipples while her hands tangled through my hair, leaving to unzip Johnny’s pants when my mouth made its way between her legs. She smelled divine, and I couldn’t wait to make a meal out of that sweet little pussy.
I looked up, rage blinding me when I saw her willingly open her mouth for Johnny’s cock, her hand cupping his balls while his hand came down to touch her breasts. She winced when she felt my lips cage her clit, and my tongue began to swipe slowly up and down, gentle with its movements as I studied her body to get a feel for what she liked.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that she liked slow and sensual strokes with my tongue instead of flicks. When I heard her take a breath, I asked, “You ever finger yourself, love?”
“N-No,” She panted. “Only touched.”
Oh, how I was pleased to be the first.
“You let me know if you’re uncomfortable,” I told her, licking my index finger before I ran it between her folds, watching my index finger disappear within her with a pleased whine from her. “Fuck.”
“Look at that, L.T. The poor girl can’t even handle your finger,” He teased her, cupping her jaw with his hand as she sucked on his balls while pumping his cock, her hips jolting upwards once I was only to my knuckle inside of her. I wasn’t going to ruin her with just my fingers, I was saving that reward for my cock. “Good thing I picked up some lube.”
“Might need it even though she’s already soaking wet for me.”
Her legs trapped my head between them as my tongue worked on her clit and my finger slid in and out of her, and I was in Heaven.
“Might just have to have her come first.” He groaned.
I think you’re right, Johnny.
My tongue was relentless, coaxing her first orgasm out of her. It came fairly quickly, which was my goal, but I also didn’t want to overstimulate her too much for it being her first time. Honestly, I was still amazed that she was a virgin being six years younger than me. What a sweet little thing, saving herself for the perfect man, yet here she was about to be fucked by two.
But I was going to be the first.
And the last.
Well, hopefully, anyway.
She was nearly choking on Johnny’s cock. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t small, but he wasn’t bigger than me. I knew this and saw it first-hand – obviously – but he wasn’t a match for what I had. “There you go, bonnie. So fuckin’ sweet with that mouth of yours,” He hissed, letting her hands explore him while his hands did an exploration of their own, his jaw dropping when she nearly choked on him again. “Don’t hurt yourself, lass. Can’t have you tapping out so early.”
Although she was nearly choking on him, I was going to spare her the mercy from choking on mine.
For now.
“I’m not,” She panted. “You taste so good, Johnny.”
But I’m going to feel better for you, love.
He chuckled at her, “I know, lass.”
“You’ve already got her a drooling mess.” I commented, looking up to her, the tip of my middle finger ready to stretch her in an attempt to prep her for my size.
“’M pretty good at this, eh L.T.?”
I shrugged, “I’ve seen better.”
“Yeah? Who?”
“Me.”
I even felt the chills of excitement erect across her entire body at my words. I knew it was true, and I was ready to prove it. My eyes hid the daggers I was shooting towards him for pleasing my girl the way he was. If she wouldn’t have wanted this, I would’ve caved his head in.
But tonight, the sick part of me wanted to fuck that smirk right off his face – to prove what it was like to really choke on a cock and mock him for it like he was mocking her. I didn’t know why that thought even crossed my mind as I never had a thought like this before to another man, especially Johnny.
Maybe it was my anger towards him mixed with my intense lust I had for this situation, but regardless, it was still a thought that not even God himself could get me to admit.
I couldn’t take the now painful strain my cock was relentlessly punishing me for. She was soaking wet with a small puddle of her arousal staining the sheet underneath her. I moved to my knees and bent her legs to where I could pull her towards me – away from him as I slid myself between her folds. This was it – I was about to claim her as mine and she was about to claim me as her first. My heart was pounding, and a part of me wanted to shove myself to the hilt out of pure lust and to pound into her like I would a slag, but I reminded myself to be gentle and to not lose myself in my lust.
“You ready, love?”
“Y-Yes,” She panted, Johnny’s cock still in her mouth while Johnny watched me, and I could see his eyes widen at the sight of just how big I was. You jealous, Johnny?
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” I spoke softly, desperately wanting to watch her reaction to how I was going to stretch her – to make her fit around me. A strand of saliva kept her mouth and Johnny’s cock connected, and when her mouth flew open and her brows knit together, I nearly came undone at the sight alone. I slowly slid in every time I pulled out, obsessed with how tight she was around me. To distract herself from the slight pain, she returned her mouth to Johnny’s cock.
She fit me so well, and I couldn’t wait to take her again when it was just us as long as she’d want me. When my knees began to ache, I pulled out for a few seconds to drag her to the edge of the bed, grabbing a pillow and putting it under her hips for her pleasure. Grabbing the bottle of lube from the bag Johnny had sat on the nightstand, I squeezed a couple of drops on her labia before sliding myself between her folds again before entering her, the lubrication making it a lot easier for her when I buried myself inside of her again.
I moved her legs to where they were against my chest, my hands grasping her feet before I twined my fingers between her toes. And before you judge me for that, just know that the soles of feet hold a lot of nerve endings.
And according to the last girl I was with years ago, she enjoyed it.
She was cock-drunk off me already, and I began to speed up my rhythm when I felt that her body was growing to gain pleasure instead of pain. I felt the head of my cock rubbing against that spongy patch at the top of her walls, and I could see the pleasure in her face intensify when I kept up my pace.
She was about to come.
Heh, the first of many.
“There you go, love. Let me have it.” I groaned, reaching my hand down to rub my thumb in circles against her clit. She moaned against Johnny’s cock, making him groan in pleasure while he continued to praise her.
“Let it go, bonnie,” He whispered to her, keeping her hair back and out of her face.  “Let him have it so I can get another one out of ya.”
When she gasped loudly, I was shocked to feel a substance against my hand.
She had just squirted on me, and fuck was it hot. I felt her walls squeeze me like a vice, and I nearly filled her up right then and there, but knew better. “Fuck, L.T., when are you going to let me have my turn?”
Fucking never.
“When I have enough.” I grumbled.
“Yeah, and when is that?”
“Never.”
“Oh, come on, Simon,” He whined. “You should feel her mouth – it’s amazing.”
“I’ll take your word for it, but it looks like we’re going to be fighting for this cunt of hers,” I retorted, reducing my thrusts to ease her down from the high of her first orgasm. “Or you can take her in the ass.”
“Now that’s an idea,” He chuckled. “You think you’d like that, lass? Hm? Want me to fuck you in the ass?”
“I-I don’t know what it feels like…”
“Probably’ll feel better with me doing it because L.T.’s bigger than me. Wouldn’t want to stretch you out too much…”
“O-Okay…”
I didn’t say a word when I picked her up effortlessly against me, trapping her lips with mine as I moved to my back while still inside of her, and she gasped when her full weight bore down on my cock, sure that the head was pressing against her cervix. She littered my chest with kisses before her lips found their way back to mine while Johnny toyed with her asshole. She was still pulsing around me, and that sensation alone nearly made me come, so I pulled out to calm myself down, rubbing my hands up and down her back while my tongue left sloppy kisses against her skin.
I wanted to litter her neck with hickies – my mark, but I knew better.
I was going to leave them on her breasts instead, and I was pleased when I began seeing red marks against her skin.
All because of me.
She suddenly gasped when Johnny entered her, and she gripped me with her hands while she moaned into my neck. “Ffuck!”
“Bloody hell, L.T., no wonder you didn’t want me to get a feel for this. Fuck she’s tight!”
“Don’t get used to it, Johnny.” I grumbled, grinning when she seemed to hum in agreement of how possessive I was over her and our future. He knew I wanted her, and I was beginning to think that she picked up on it as well. Her hand cupped my cheek, gasping into my mouth as Johnny’s thrusts were rougher than mine. His grip on her hips was bruising, and she liked it, especially when she held onto me for stability.
Her teeth grazed against my jaw, gasping when Johnny smacked her ass, holding her still while he continued to pound into her. I swallowed her moans, my cock twitching at her taste alone against my lips. I was ready to pound her again.
When Johnny stopped, he pulled out to calm himself down since we both didn’t have condoms on yet. She yelped when he squeezed a drop of lube between her ass, using his finger to make sure her ass was well-lubricated before he would have the pleasure of being the first to stretch her. “Fuck, your ass is so perfect, lass,” He groaned, pumping himself before pushing his head against her. “Can’t wait to fuck this.”
She gasped when she felt the intense pressure from him. “Relax, love,” I whispered against her ear, reaching down to slip my cock back into her, thrusting slowly to distract her from the pain that was soon to come. “Take a deep breath and relax. There you go.”
I kept her ass spread for him to make it easier, and eventually, he pushed his way in and stilled to let her adjust to the new pressure between her legs. Her nails dug sharply against my chest. “Fuck, it hurts!” She whined.
“Want me to stop?”
“N-No!”
Once she had adjusted, both Johnny and I began to thrust in unison, her palms pressing against my chest as she tried to push herself upwards, and my hands cupped her breasts, groaning in pleasure when I felt them recoil against my hands. “It feels so good, Simon. You feel so good!”
“You’re taking us so good, love,” I encouraged her. “Such a good girl for me.”
I was growing close after a few minutes, and I knew I had to pace myself to keep from filling her to the brim. “Fuck, I’m about to come.”
“Do it, Simon,” She panted. “Do it, baby.”
God, my name sounded so good coming from her mouth. “Say it again, tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you two to come inside of me.”
“We don’t have condoms on, bonnie—”
“I don’t care,” She sighed. “Do it! It feels so fucking good!”
Vulgar lass, you are. I’m going to fill you up.
The sounds of the squelches leaving her walls because of me drove me over the edge, and I bucked my hips hard up into her as my cock pulsed inside of her, intense heat filling her to the absolute brim. Johnny wasn’t too far behind me, filling her ass full of his spend before he stayed inside of her to come down from his high, the both of us overstimulated when we pulled out.
She collapsed on top of me, panting while I peppered her shoulder with reassuring kisses while Johnny did the same to her back, his hands rubbing over her ass to soothe the sting of his slaps.
“You did so good for us, love.”
“’M going to go get a rag to clean her up, L.T.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I continued to place kisses across her hot skin, gently turning her over to lay on her back. I looked down at the mess I had made between her legs, smirking when I took my finger and collected the spend that dripped out of her pussy and shoved it back in. She gasped in overstimulation, and I kissed her as a reward. “Keep me in there, love. You’re mine now.”
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Ghost x Civilian Masterlist
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Note: This is the masterlist for my Ghost x Civilian collection of one shots. They are all part of the same universe, following the story of how he met his civilian and fell into a relationship with them but it won’t be like a fluid series but rather just little stories that are all connected. Key: 💜 Fluff; 🔥 Smut; 💔 Angst Dating Phase - First Meeting 💜 - Second Meeting 💜 - First Date 💜 - Second Date 💜 - Workplace Distractions 💜 - Push and Pull 🔥💔 - Push and Pull - Part 2 💜💔 - Saturday Night Football 💜🔥 - Your Flat 💜🔥 - Classic Games 💜 - Seaside 💜🔥 - His Shirt 🔥 - Handy Man 🔥 - Clumsy 💜🔥 - Night Out 💜🔥 Married Life Phase - New Hobby 💜 Requests - Forehead Kisses 💜🔥 - Stalker 💜🔥 - Soap's Discovery 💜 - Sketchbook 💜 - Sick 💜 - Jealousy, Jealousy 💜🔥 Drabbles - Airport 💜 - Cooking 💜 - Barbie Movie 💜 - Teasing 💜🔥 - Showing Love 💜
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*bells jingling in distance* ahhhhh, we’re here… it’s the month of all months, it’s Christmas time!
This year I wanted to bless you all with a very smutty gift of 12 days of glorious and dirty kinks. I’ve listed them all above. This post will act as a Masterlist, so sit back, enjoy and merry Christmas~
A very special thank you to all my wonderful helpers who assisted me in choosing kinks 💜
14th: Christmas Presents - Toys
15th: Let it Snow - Cumplay
16th: Pull the Cracker - Hair pulling
17th: Christmas Party - Voyeurism
18th: Naughty List - Spanking
19th: Christmas Movie - Video Making
20th: Ho, Ho, Ho - Dirty Talk
21st: Christmas is Coming - Overstimulation
22nd: Grinch - Edging
23rd: Christmas Walk - Outdoor Sex
24th: Santa Baby - Lingerie
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annaphoenix1994 · 4 months
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Protective. (Ghost x Reader)
!CW! NSFW, Smut, slight yandere behavior, mentions of blood and violence, death, possessive Ghost, men making reader uncomfortable, (let me know if I missed any.)
(Summary): Ghost discovers his feelings for reader and doesn't know how to deal with them.
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When you joined task force 141, everyone took you under their wing. They looked over you.
You were significantly younger than everyone else, smaller than the massive men too. They didn’t need to look out for you, you could handle yourself obviously but they felt obligated.
Ghost specifically felt the need to watch over you. He was constantly watching you from afar, watching you interact with everyone else on base. Making sure you were happy and not uncomfortable. A couple times men on base have made you uncomfortable it doesn’t take Ghost long to intervene.
Soap had made a couple jokes about it in the past, how his stern eyes watched upon you constantly to make sure you were okay. A small threat had Johnny not making another comment. Mumbling out a small “I’m just joking LT, damn.” Ghost tried to push these feelings he had back. Tried to think about anything besides you. But he just couldn’t. He always felt this slight burn in his chest when he seen you interacting with the other men on base, felt the sting when you were friendly to him. He wanted you to be his. Sometimes he’d daydream about you, a life with you. He imagined you sitting with your feet in his lap, massaging your feet while you were plump with his baby. He imagined running his hands over your pregnant belly. He was obsessed before he knew it. And he didn't know how to control it.
Ghost respected Alejandro and Rudy. He respected Los Vaqueros. But when Alejandro flirted with you, called you pretty. A wave of anger he’d never felt before came over him and it didn’t take long for him to intervene there too, saying you needed to get to the next base for a mission. He liked Alejandro, but couldn't help but hate him for saying such things to you, you were his, didn't he know that?
Ghost is staring off into space. It's lunchtime for him, everyone else is scattered on base. A couple men are off on missions but 141 was still here awaiting their next mission together. He's staring down at his MRE, it's not good at all. A giggle left your lips and Ghosts ears perked up immediately. Who was making you laugh like that? He stood up from his chair, rounding the corner to see where you were and who the hell was making you giggle like that. He relaxes when he sees you down on one knee. “Fawn, what are you doing?” His voice is stern and you jump slightly. “There’s a ladybug.” You smile, picking it up. His heart jumps in his chest. He’s smiling under his mask but you can’t see it. “What, ya gonna keep it as a pet?” His rough voice warms your ears.
“Can I?”
“What?” He says confused. “Can you even keep them as pets?”
“Yeah?”
You perked up. “How?” You ask. “Just.. get a jar and put some grass and sticks it in or something.” He crosses his arms. “Do you know if we have a jar?” You blush. He sees your reddening cheeks, this is his moment. This is it. He nods his head for you to follow him. “I don’t have a jar but I do have a plastic thing that was full of those furniture sliders.” He breathes. It’s a cylindrical shape, 8 or so inches tall by 4 wide. It has a plastic top with tape. “Cmon, I’ll help you.” You follow him out, cupping the ladybug in your hand so it doesn’t fly away. Ghost washes it out with soap and water. He makes sure all of the soap is rinsed out and dries it, stabbing some holes in the top for ventilation, making sure not to make them too wide. He didn't want the ladybug escaping. “Here. Put it in.” He holds it out. You let the ladybug crawl off of your hand and into the side of the container, closing the lid. You follow him outside, cute smile on your face as you look into the jar at the ladybug. He helps you gather everything you need for it. A small layer of dirt and grass in the bottom, leaves, sticks. You had spent some time outside with Ghost before. Usually you picked weeds in your free time to make the front of the base look a little nicer. Ghost would lie and say he needed some sun, which didn’t make much sense with the mask but who’s really keeping count. Sometimes, you’d pick a flower and hand it over to him. Occasionally you’d tuck it under the straps of his helmet, or on his vest somewhere. Sometimes he’d “forget about it.” And would only remove it when someone would point it out or until it died. Soap teased him the couple times he’d seen you doing this. It was probably weird, but he never threw them away. He would flatten the petals out and leave them in a book to flatten them out.
“What do they eat?” You ask, looking at it in the jar. “I think microscopic insects.” He’s watching you. You’re sitting in a chair and he’s standing behind you. “You’ll have to keep adding leaves and dirt and grass so that it has more to eat.” You nod your head. He’s watching you as you looked at it. His heart swells in his chest. “Should we wet it down a little bit?” You ask. “Yeah, Johnny has a spray bottle for his hair.” He disappears down the hallway.
He knocks at Soap’s door. “What’s up LT?” He asks. “Can I borrow your spray bottle?”
“Uh.. yeah? What for?” He asks. “Y/N found a ladybug and made a terrarium for it.” Soap smiles. “Ah. You helped her?” He smirks. “Yeah?” He narrows his eyes. “The spray bottle Johnny.”
“I’m going I’m going.” He raises his hands in surrender. Johnny could see right through Ghost, and Ghost hated it. He knew he liked you. Soap hands him the bottle and he spins around, walking back toward the mess hall where he had left you. He passes you the spray bottle, sitting in a chair next to you as you moved the ladybug out to mist the inside of the container. When you’re finished, you put the ladybug back in and smile. “I’m gonna keep it in my room.” You smile. “Come on.” You grasp Ghosts hand. He feels his heart freeze in his chest, breathing out. Just the slightest touch from you had his heart jumping in his chest. You pull him along. Placing the small container on the small nightstand you had. You scooted it to be near a window. Half of the container was in the sun, the other was in the shade. “There. You got your pet ladybug, fawn.” He let’s out a deep chuckle. You smile real wide at it, and his eyes want to roll back into his head at how sweet you were. A knock at your door has you both perking up. “You both decent?” Soap asks. “Uh… yeah?” You say confused. Soap opens the door and smiles. “Sorry, seen you both come in here alone. Didn’t want to walk in on anything.” Your face heats up, realizing. Ghost wants to ring Johnny’s neck. “No, we’ve already finished.” You send a wink Soaps way, and Ghosts cheeks burn, eyes widened. Soap laughs. “Jesus Christ.” He rolls his eyes. “Was thinking about going to the pub later. You guys wanna come?” Ghost would only agree if you said yes.
“Uh.. sure yeah.” You smile. Ghost crosses his arms. “Yeah I’ll go.”
For the rest of the day, Ghost was glued to your side. Most of your time was spent in the mess hall, talking to each other.
When the time came to go to the bar with them, you got a little dressed up, not your usual uniform. You were squeezed in the back seat of Price’s truck next to Soap and Ghost. You were in the middle between the massive men of course. Gaz in the passenger seat, and Price was driving. “Why you so dolled up little lady? Planning on going home with someone?” Soap smirks. Ghosts eyes tear him to shreds from the other seat. “Got a piece of Ghost and want more already?” He tries to save himself. “No. I just wanted to feel like a person today.” You blush. “I’m just giving you a hard time. We all know Ghost isn’t gonna let you go off anywhere alone. He’s like your protector.” Soap nudges you. Ghost wants to tear Johnny apart right now.
When you arrive, you follow everyone inside. Ghost is behind you. Following you close behind.
The night goes pretty smoothly. Everyone is sitting at the bar until a few of them decide to play pool. Ghost excuses himself to the bathroom. He sits at the sink, he hated this. He hated feeling this way for you, he didn’t feel this way for anyone. He was usually able to swallow down his feelings but he just couldn’t with you. He takes a deep breath, walking back out to the bar. He sees that someone has filled his seat next to you. Price, Gaz and Soap have disappeared to the back to play pool. They didn’t really need to see this anyways. Ghost could see how uncomfortable you were. “I’m sorry- but I have a boyfriend.” He hears you lie. This random man’s hand reaches to touch your hair. Toying with it. “I don’t see him anywhere.”
“He went to the bathroom,” you shrug his hand away. Ghost knew you could handle yourself. But knew you didn’t really like to with your own people. You only wanted to eliminate terrorists. “I was just in there, didn’t see him. Why are you lying sweetheart? You don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Yes. She does.”
The man looks up from you, seeing Ghost standing tall. 6’4 1/2. Mask on his face. Arms crossed. His chest raised with his intake of a sharp breath, he wanted to kill him. His eyes burned a hole into the man. Nobody was supposed to be touching you, period. “I suggest you get away from her, before I make you.” Ghost raises his jacket, showing his sidearm in his waistband. The man’s eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender. “Sorry man, I didn’t know she was taken.”
“She told you she was, mess with another girl in here again and you will regret it.” He seethes. The man stands up, walking for the door.
Your heart flutters with admiration. The way he defends you, it’s so amazing. It makes you feel invincible. A breath leaves your lips. Ghost sits down next to you. “You okay? Did he hurt you?” His hands are on you, making sure you’re okay. “I’m fine Simon, thank you.” You breath. The way his name rolls off of your lips. It throws him for a curveball, closing his eyes tightly. You’ve never called him that before, it puts him in a daze. “I like that.” His voice is deep, raspy. “What?”
“I like when you call me Simon.” You smile. “Well. I like your name, Simon.” You chuckle. Ghost could tell you were a little buzzed.
This is what this was. This is why he’s having such a hard time with you. You see right through him, right through his tough shell. You see Simon. This wasn’t Ghost growing feelings for you. This was Simon. He’d pushed back Simon, as far back as he could. Simon had been hurt one too many times and all that was left was Ghost. Until you came along of course. Simon emerges from the depths of his mind, every time you compliment him, or give him those tiny purple and white flowers, a Daisy occasionally. Sometimes you’d manage to find a wild rose, passing it to him. When you were hurt, his eyes full of worry. That was Simon.
Ghost only ever seemed to emerge when someone was messing with you. When it came to killing people for you, when you’d been shot or stabbed or cut. He was heartless, ruthless. When it came to them. He had no mercy for those who endangered you. But, once the threat was eliminated. When you laid there, laughing off the pain, fading feeling of dying haunting your brain like a plague. It was Simon who aided you. Simon who’s eyes filled with tears, scared to death at the thought of losing you. It was Simon who sat in the infirmary with you, by your side. Jumping at the slightest snap or sound. It was Simon who felt the rush of relief when your eyes opened and you sent him that same lazy smile. His heart swelling in his chest.
Ghost was in danger because of Simon. He’d pushed Simon back all of those years ago. The pain, the hurt. The shredding he felt in his chest from sorrow and despair he’d suffered from other people, from the military. From losing everyone he’d ever loved, losing everyone he’d ever known. He felt sick. He felt nothing but sheer pain.
He was coming to terms with it. Simon would take back over when it came to you.
He was in love with you.
He had nothing else to do but accept it, accept the fact that you were haunting his mind day and night.
“Do you want to go back to base, fawn?” He asks. You nod your head. “I thought that… dressing like this would make me feel normal. Not put me at risk.” The sadness in your eyes makes Ghost want to march outside. Find that man, and beat him until he stops moving. He hated seeing you sad. “Let’s go, we’ll walk back. It’s not far.” He smiles. He passes you his jacket, leaving him in a long sleeve black shirt. “Hey, we’re going to head back to base. She’s not feeling good.” He says to the others. They nod their head, and he walks back to you. Exiting the doors with you. “Thank you, for being so kind to me Ghost.” You smile. He nods his head. The walk back to base isn’t so bad, it’s a little cold, the air nipping at your cheeks. Ghosts jacket keeps you warm for the most part. “You want to check on my ladybug with me?” You smile. “Sure love.” He laughs. You grasp his hand, pulling him along to your room. When you get inside, your ladybug is still crawling around. “I’m not sure what I’m gonna name it.” You look at it closely, resting your head on your hand. He thinks for a second. “I’m not sure.” The both of you think for another few minutes. “I got a couple books in my room. Maybe we can find something there.” He laughs. You nod your head, following behind him.
When you get there, he passes you a book. He doesn’t think. He totally forgets.
You flip a couple pages and a little dried flower wisps it’s way to the floor. Ghosts eyes widen and you furrow your eyebrows, picking it up in confusion. “Is this..” you start, flipping through the book, finding many more. A small smile appears on your lips and his eyes look down, crimson creeping up onto his cheeks. “Are these the ones I’ve given you, Ghost?” You ask. “Uh..” he scratches the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah.” You smile. “I didn’t know you kept them. I thought that you just threw them away.” You smile, tucking the fallen flower back between the pages. “Yeah.. I.. My mum always taught me how to make stuff with them. It’s a force of habit.” He rushes his words. “I think it’s sweet.” You smile. He laughs. A genuine laugh. You’re so oblivious to his feelings for you. You’re so sweet, it’s almost too much to bare. It’s hard for him to believe you’ve killed people, that you were so mentally and physically strong when it came to the military. “Listen.. Y/N.” He breathes. Your real name falling from his lips has you looking at him in confusion.
This wasn’t Ghost talking anymore. It was Simon.
“Sit down for me, yeah?” His voice is soft, something you’ve never heard before. It leaves you confused. He grasps the bottom of his mask, pulling it over his head and completely off. Your eyes widen. Having never seen him before. His blue eyes burn into yours and you’re in awe by the fact that he’s just revealed himself to you. Not Ghost. But Simon.
He takes your hands in his, kneeling before you. “I..” he takes a deep breath. “I like you.” He sighs. “And. I always told myself I’d never put myself in this position again. But I can’t take it anymore. I need you to know. That I have feelings for you. It’s okay if you don’t like me back. I just needed you to know, needed to get this off my chest.” He breathes. He looks down. He expects to be rejected by you. You were much younger than him, he imagined you’d never go for someone like him.
You take him completely off guard. Cupping his cheeks with your hands and pulling him in to kiss you. When his lips are on yours, it lights a fire inside of him. He wraps his arms around your lower back, lifting you up with ease and you wrap your legs around his back. He shoves the small wooden chair to the side with his foot, and backs you up into the wall behind you. His lips don’t move from yours until the both of you are panting. Lips swollen and blushing from the rough kiss you’d just shared. “I.. I like you too. I’ve just been too anxious to say anything because I didn’t think you liked me back.” You smile, breathing out. He presses his forehead to yours. This was Simon. All of him. His eyes, his lips. His beautiful smile. “You’re.. so handsome.” You giggle and he pulls you back from the wall. Backing himself up until he falls back into his bed with you. You’re straddling his hips, scooting up onto him. “Thank you sweetheart.” He blushes. You can see the pink appearing onto his pale skin. He definitely needed some sun. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Simon.” You giggle. “Can’t believe you’ve kept such a beautiful face a secret.”
“I wish I could keep your beautiful face a secret. My own secret.” He smiles. This side of him was so different. You lean down, kissing him again. It felt so foreign. So forbidden. His lips were soft on your own and you couldn’t help yourself as you propped yourself up. You deepened the kiss and slid your hips up his front. It takes him off guard. Did you really want him like this? When he pulls away, he looks into your eyes. He doesn’t see even an ounce of hesitation. He slips his fingertips under your shirt, feeling his fingertips on your bare skin. It’s too much. He’s hardening beneath you, you can feel him throbbing against you. His dark jeans were refining him. You rock your hips into his, eyes darkening as you looked down into his eyes. A sigh leaves your lips when he pulls your hips into his, groaning out. “This is a bad idea,” he pants. “Yeah it is.” You lower yourself again. Lips on his. You kiss him harder than before, teeth knocking into his from the force of your kiss. You grasp the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, discarding it somewhere on the floor of his room. His fingers move along your waistband, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down your hips. You lift yourself up, sliding them down your legs and throwing them down with your shirt. You’re only in undergarments now, dazed from the effect he had on you. He unclasps your bra with ease, ditching it to the side. You’re only in panties now.
He pushes them down your thighs, exposing you to him completely. Your lips go back to his as he unbuttons his own jeans between the both of you. You have to move so that he can slide them off, pulling his shirt off. He’s fully naked now. Nothing is stopping you, no thin layers can be used as an excuse now. You look him in the eyes, taking a deep breath as you grasp his rock hard cock, lining him up with your sopping entrance. When the tip of his dick brushes against your wet folds, his eyes roll back. This didn’t feel real, he felt like he was dreaming, he’d wake up soon. He was sure of it. His fat cock pushes into your opening, stretching you. Your lips part, eyes widening slightly as he stretched you. “Oh-“ you breath. A gasp leaves your lips when he lifts his hips into yours, bottoming out in one thrust. “Fuck-“ you gasp out, the first time he’s heard you curse. And it’s on his cock.
He fits perfectly into you, brushing right into your spongy spot. He made your thighs shake and weaken. A lazy smile covers your lips and your eyes are screwed shut. “I.. it’s almost too much.” You giggle. Thighs shivering as you lift yourself up onto him, sliding back down. “Shit!” He groans out. “My god you are fucking tight around me.” He gasps. His chest felt heavy from the pleasure baring down onto him. “Fucking hell you feel good-“ he grits his teeth. Muscles showing as his clutches your hips. He wanted you to move against him, was going crazy by the a sense of you lifting your hips into him. You started grinding your hips into him, unable to lift yourself off of him without shaking and collapsing. It was pathetic how he made you like this, had these effects on you. He grasps your thighs, beginning to help you lift your hips into him. “Oh- it’s too much- ah!” You gasp. He lifts you up, flipping around to where you’re underneath him. Legs shivering, body spasming as he slipped into you. He bottoms out, growling out. “You’re going to have to let it be too much.” He groans, sliding his hips back and thrusting into you. Hard. A cry leaves your lips, and he thanks whatever god is out there that everyone else is at the pub. He hammers his hips into yours, bottoming out with each thrust. You could barely take it. “Ah! Simon!” You mewl, clutching onto the bed sheets. He halts his thrusts. “Hold your legs open for me sweetheart. Let me take care of you.” He breathes. You wrap your arms under your knees, pulling them apart. He takes a slow deep thrust, sliding perfectly into you. Brushing up against parts of you nobody had ever touched. Parts of you that you never thought were possible. A moan leaves your lips. Skin heating up and covering with a slight sheen of sweat. “Simon-“ you whimper.
This was different from any other person you’d been with. He was gentle with you, yet so rough. It felt different, the way his calloused hands touched you, so soft yet so warm. The way he touched you, it wasn’t desperation. It wasn’t lust, he took his time. He was caring, reassuring. Realization came down onto you. Washing over you like a rainstorm.
He was in love with you. Saving the flowers, watching over you, protecting you. Only you, no one else. He loved you.
Each thrust of his hips has you falling apart beneath him. You were no longer collected, no longer cared about how you looked. You moaned, whimpered, mewled. You could barely keep yourself together. He felt so good inside of you, and you were desperate for that high that he was pushing you closer and closer into. “Simon!” you moan. Bringing your hand down between the both of you to run circles at your nub. He pushed you further to your brink. You tried to keep your legs open for him. He leans down into you, panting into your ear. He was trying to keep himself together as well, but the way you squeezed around him had him struggling. He was moaning more than he wanted to, he didn’t want to feel anymore vulnerable than he already did, but the moans and whimpers slipped from his lips like a song, he couldn’t keep himself together, his lower stomach was clenching up tightly. He was so close. He clenches his teeth, gripping the sheets besides your head tightly. “I- I’m gonna cum Simon!” A pant falls from your lips and you’re right there. He keeps a steady pace, making sure not to move a muscle from where he was. Your eyes started to grow heavy, harder to keep them open. “I- I-“ a cry leaves your lips when he pushes you over the edge and he rides your high out. His hips halt. “Why are you stopping?” You pant out. “I don’t want to push you too far.” He breathes. “I can take it.” You look up at him. “Are you sure?”
You nod your head, so he continues. His thrusts resume their slow deep strokes until he’s hammering his hips into yours again, feeling your wetness dripping down the both of you. He bites his lip hard. Eyes screwed shut. He lifts himself up slightly, face a few inches from yours, the muscles in his arms clenching up tightly. “You can tell me if it’s too much okay?” His voice is deep and unsteady. His dog tags dangle in your face and you can feel another high building. You nod your head. The size of him makes you feel so small beneath him. He was so caring, even during something so sinful. He’s right on the edge within a few more thrusts, his cock twitching slightly. This is where Ghost starts to show through. Those cracks showing darkness. You were going to be his, he was going to knock you up. You were his- only his. He’d prove it to you. You were made for him, he could take care of you. He’d worship the ground you walked on. He would protect you. Thoughts of you, round with his child. It pushes him closer to his high, he was so lovestruck by you, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Forgive me sweetheart. I can’t stop myself.” He groans. “I don’t want you to stop- you can cum inside me.” He growls as you say it. Teeth gritted. So sweet, but letting him do such dirty things to you. When he finally hits his own high, his cock throbs hard with each spurt of his cum filling you up to the hilt. The sound of a door opening has you pulling him into you, kissing him hard to muffle his cries as he came hard into you. Pushing you into another orgasm. You muffled your own moans with his lips. “Fuck.” He grumbles. “Shhh.. S’okay.” You giggle quietly. “You’re soaked around me sweetheart.” He mumbles. Smiling into your lips as he kisses you again. He’s fucking perfect. Beads of sweat forming on his toned chest and arms. Face beat red, hair flattened with sweat. “Shit..” he sighs. Laying next to you. He hears another door close and could tell it was Soap going into his room for the night.
After a few minutes of laying together and cooling off, you clean up. Returning your clothes to each other and putting them back on. He follows you to your room quietly. Saying his good nights to you before returning to his own room. He sighs out. Sitting down on his bed. You were his.
As he lays on his bed, he thinks for a moment. The shadowy side of him beginning to appear. You needed to be his for good. He imagined fucking his cum deeper into you with his fingers, thought about sneaking into your room, you were just down the hall. He breathes out. He has to force himself to sleep so that he doesn’t act out. He wanted your trust, wanted you forever. He’d do anything to get it.
The following morning, he got up before everyone else, sneaking his way into your room. When he steps inside, he feels that it’s more cool than usual. He notices the frost growing in the small plastic container your ladybug was in. “Shit.” He mumbles to himself. You were warm under your blanket, small sighs still leaving your lips. You must’ve forgotten to turn on your heater. He picks up your terrarium, hurrying out the door quietly. He steals your alarm clock on his way out, setting the terrarium where the sunlight would shine so that it could warm up. He waits impatiently as the sun appears. Leg bouncing up and down. “Uh. LT? You okay?” Soap asks. “Yeah.” He sighs. Price appears, a confused look on his own face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He growls out. Price raises his hands in surrender. “Nothing son, you just. Um..” he breathes. “I moved Y/N’s alarm clock. Don’t wake her up.” He says quickly. “Why? Is something wrong?”
“Her ladybug froze, I’m going to go look for a new one when it warms up outside.” They nod their heads. “We can help you find one. What color was it?” Price asks. “It was Red, but it was a big one.” They nod their heads. When it’s warm enough, everyone is outside searching for ladybugs. “I’ve found 2, but they’re orange.” Ghost thinks for a minute, “add them in, she’ll love it.” He smiles. Gaz finds another, a big bright red one. Just like the one that was shriveled up on the bottom of your container that he had removed earlier. “thank god.” He sighs. “I got a real light orange one.” Price says, flicking it off of his thumb into the container. “Great. She’ll love them.” He sighs. Soap is smirking at him when they return to the mess hall. “You really like that girl don’t ya?” Price chuckles. “Uh.. yeah.”
Everyone looks upon him. “What?” He asks. “You don’t have a mask on.” He reaches up, touching his bare cheek. “Jesus Christ,” he groans. Walking off to his room. They’d seen him.
They seen Simon. Searching to please his girl, so that he didn’t have to see her heartbroken. Protecting her. Looking out for her. He returns his mask on. He’s sitting at a table in the mess hall across from Soap when you finally emerge from your room. He’d messed with your alarm clock and turned it off. Placing it back down. “My alarm didn’t go off I guess. How come nobody woke me up?” You ask. “You seemed peaceful. Besides, Simon has a surprise for you.” Price smiles. “Hm?”
“We all found some ladybugs when we went out this morning.” He nods to the terrarium. “Oh my gosh really?” He nods his head. You sit down and lower your head, looking into it. Ghost looks at Price, giving him a nod. The smile on your face as you watch them all climb all over the container brings Simon so much joy, it warms his heart. You were his, completely his at last.
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annaphoenix1994 · 4 months
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Sending thoughts for those alone for Thanksgiving. Whether it's without a loved one or a partner to introduce to your relatives, Or having no way to celebrate, I'm thinking about you as I am in that category. I love being in a fandom, but I hate the harsh reality of being lonely and having nobody special to celebrate with. My sister and I were asked a couple of times why where still single, and I couldn't help but feel the reminder that I'll probably go the rest of my life without that special person.
I hate being lonely, and I hate that I'm not the only one feeling this way.
We all deserve love, yet I want everyone else to find it before me.
I love seeing girls find that special man who takes away their insecurities, yet I always envy them for having something I've always wanted.
Okay. I'm done ranting.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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annaphoenix1994 · 4 months
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Kinktober Prompt ~ Outdoor Sex
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Ghost x City Girl Reader
During a friendly game of Capture-the-Flag, you and Ghost take things to extreme, after a bet turns into something not so suitable for work...
Future NSFW 18+, Part One, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Porn w/ little Porn, Hatemance, Enemies to Lovers, Mean Girl/Bratty Reader, Sarcastic Ghost, Teasing, Flirting, slight Slow Burn, Outdoor Sex, Banter, Toxic Relationships
Author's Note: This was random. Felt like writing some dirty smut for Ghost and I liked Spice as a character, so here's a spin-off! Split into two parts so I can make the next chapter juicy. Please enjoy the build-up for now ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ"
Also! If you want to read it in conjecture to the other parts, this is after Part Two but before Part Three :3
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It was meant to be a team building exercise; a friendly game of competition between you and your comrades. Capture the flag. Only the rules were a bit altered this time around.
The game went as plainly explained by your captain: one team has to collect the flags and bring them back to their designated checkpoint, while the other team has to stop them. Three rounds will be given, with teams swapping positions each time. Winning team takes all, including the bragging rights.
And as if a competitive sport between the Task Force's deadliest members wasn't already enough, Price figured he'd spice things up by having the games happen at the dead of night as well. Many of your missions as of recent have been late night ops, so he felt that the extra training was needed.
This means night vision goggles, zero comms, stealth utilization, and strategy. When the exercise started and you were left out in the woods to begin, it was up to you and yours to be alert enough to get the job done. And if your team does win, you'll get first pick on the next mission.
You couldn't speak for everyone, though your sure the sentiment is shared; you've always loved a little competitiion. You just hid that side of you well, only letting it show when it was needed. But beating your peers at their own game was a rush like no other, and that feeling never left you even as you grew older. In fact it increased tenfold. It was a rush better than sex half the time.
Competition keeps a goal in mind to focus on, and damn did it feel good to win. And right now, there wasn't anyone you wanted to beat more than the stealth master himself, Simon Riley.
If one thing had been known about the man, it's that his expertise in stealth and sabotage weren't in need of questioning; he's practically a living legend after Roba. Some missions he's even been able to pull off alone, given his size and brutish combat tactics.
He's quite literally a ghost. That's just simple fact. A fact that might intimidate some, but only made you want to call him out on his bullshit. You honestly didn't believe all the hype, even after having gone on a few missions with him already. If anything, from what you've seen, the guy's just got funny luck.
If you want something done quietly, you send Simon Riley. If he needed to enter a room without you knowing, then you wouldn't hear him until you've felt the knife in your back. If he had to stay out of sight, then you won't see him in the shadows until he chooses to make himself known.
You aimed to prove that point tonight, knowing it would make the perfect thing to hold over him any time he wants to give you shit. How you've dethroned him of his ghostly status and made a mortal man out of him, now not only in the bedroom but in the field as well. It made you giddy just thinking about it.
Tonight you'd been given the chance to put your money where your mouth is. By a random luck of the draw, you've been placed on the offensive team with Gaz, making you the hunter, and Ghost your prey. A unique position to be in, and one you hadn't planned on squandering.
"I bet you $20 you won't get a single flag," you taunted.
Your comment had been enough to make the man snort. No doubt he'd been a man up for a bit of competition himself. And what better reward was there than having the privilege to say he humbled you as well? Now that's a rare occasion.
Ghost finished retying the laces to his boots before standing back up into his full length, looming over you like a big, playful shadow.
The hallway grows dark and empty around you, a familiar setting as of late. Since that night at the club, situations like this seemed to spring up more and more often. Ones which involved the man standing just close enough for you to smell the scent of him, and for him to catch that lustful glint you hid so well behind your eyes. Had you not had places to be, he'd fuck you right here and now, you're sure.
"Why don't we sweeten the pot some," he adds. "You still throw in that twenty, but the loser owes the winner a favor they can't say no to."
"Ooo, I like the sound of that!" You smile, already picturing all the most humiliating things you were going to make him do. You could make him fuck you in that one position dangling over your bedpost that you liked (and he kept complaining about "having to do"). Or you could even make him do all your work for the day as well. Oh the possibilities were endless; it had you practically jumping for joy.
Ghost chuckles at your preemptive celebratory dance, letting you go on for an unnecessary amount of time with your gloating and teasing. It'll only make his victory all the more sweeter.
"Figured you might like tha'," he says. You can practically feel the man smirking underneath his balaclava. He extends a hand out to you, giving you a chance to shake it. "Is that a deal then, Spice?"
You take his hand and shake on it.
"You're on, Manchester."
As you shake hands, Ghost keeps his grip over you for a moment, holding you in place a little longer so you could hear him when he taunted you. "We'll see how good you are when we get out there, won't we?"
"I'll try and go easy on you," you purr.
"I wouldn't want that. Too boring," Ghost teases. "It's much better when I have to work for it."
"Spoken like a true dog."
You both would have continued going back and forth, had Price not entered the hall to retrieve you both.
"OK, wrap it up lovebirds," he teases, earning a respective groan from you both. "We're heading out to the course now, so no more dilly-dallying."
"Roger that, sir," Ghost says. He watches for Price, waiting for him to leave before he's left you with a final parting phrase himself.
"May the best soldier win."
(ノ・_-)☆ Part Two Coming Soon...
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Author's Note: I've included the previous taglist just in case you guys also wanted to read this spin-off (I know it's been over a month (^^'). I can remove you from the second part if you're not interested though!
Part Two will be longer and will involve the actually competition before things get spicy. I haven't decided who's gonna win the game yet either so it'll be a surprise for all of us. But I'm planning on the smut to be worth the two part split. Stay Tuned ~
Taglist: @babygirl-riley, @homicidal-slvt, @deadbranch, @argella1300, @poohkie90 , @glitterypirateduck , @sarraa-26 , @quincessimus , @crazymela, @13thprogenitor , @joce2fine, @sapszilla , @dmitriene, @justherebecauseafarisucks, @zevrajalexxandra, @corvusmorte
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annaphoenix1994 · 4 months
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Sassy
Main Masterlist / 60.8K words and complete.
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All works are 18+ Minors DNI AO3
I Got You He doesn't know your name. You've never seen his face. Leave - AO3 only He's like a bomb. Picture Soap gives Simon a picture. Heartbeat - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Simon made up his mind. First Sight - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Simon has felt this before. Sunlight Simon was due home four days ago. Courthouse You're the sun. Alone - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 You're empty handed and alone. Home Simon is your home. The Sun - Epilogue
Musings: Let's talk about Sass x Simon Grocery list Cough School pick-up
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annaphoenix1994 · 4 months
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My beautiful render artists, I recently have gotten an iPad and I’m wanting to pursue artistic renders for my Call of Duty obsession. I don’t know where to start and would love some pointers!
My favorite artist here is @ave661!
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annaphoenix1994 · 4 months
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100%! Some of the best fics I’ve read have had the least amount of votes, comments, and notes. The writing was immaculate and the undertones were addicting. I’ve read SO many where I’m sure the author wishes it would’ve blown up as much as some fics that don’t have good grammar, plot, and just bland characters.
don't judge a fic by its stats
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