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whats the point if taging shit as x reader when its not x reader. tag your shit right because this is hiw people lose traction. not all of us are fucking Lisa's

I'm sorry this disappointed you. When I started writing it, it seemed strange to me that the close character, to whom the reader can relate, had no identity. That's why, when I did the first dialogues between Ghost and Lisa, I thought it would be more comfortable and believable for the reading if the character had a name ( it seemed better for Ghost to refer with the reader, without always having nicknames). Maybe I should have put as a caveat that, in this case, the reader had a name in the story. But anyway, I won't do the same thing again, don't worry.

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As a surrender

Summary: Your relationship with Ghost is not the best. But feelings are undeniable for him. Everything changes when your life seems to be in danger. Note: Not very explicit but it does contain sexual scenes(oral sex). The perspective in which I wrote this is not what I'm used to, but I hope you like it.

Warning: the reader can identify with the character of “Lisa Muñoz”, this is just a name I use for the background of the story but if you still don't like the fact that the reader is not textually represented, I'm sorry.

When you joined the task force, it was Ghost that caught your attention the most. A man with a suit that made him look even more corpulent than he already was and a mysterious mask, which hid his identity, caught your attention as soon as you met the lieutenant. You were delighted by Ghost's mysterious attractiveness, but, that vanished a few seconds after they spoke for the first time. You remember very well, the first time you met, you didn't talk at all, he was minding his own business and you just admired his masculine body and... Did I mention strapping? For someone not very tall like you, that man could be intimidating with his presence. The second time you bumped into each other, that's when the mutual contempt and hatred between you broke out.

“Lisa… Who the hell is Lisa Muñoz?” Ghost's irritated voice was heard, between the walls of the operating room.

The murmurs were not long in coming, people felt nervous, which made you feel reckless as you rose from your seat. His eyes rested on your weak figure. He folded his arms, waiting for you to approach him.

“Do you need something, Sir?” you asked, feeling the bile rise in your throat fearing to be the source of his bad mood.

“Yes, I need to know how on earth you were employed. Your report is awful, I've never read anything so terrible before.” He fanned the envelope in your face, cutting the few feet of distance between you.

“The report is thorough. I doubt there's anything important missing in there.” You replied, somewhat annoyed by his sadistic attitude.

He watched you, impressed that you confronted him instead of giving him some apologies for, as he saw it, a barely perfunctory job. He pushed the enclosed folder to your chest and with a tense jaw said, “Do it again, I want it ready by eight o'clock tomorrow. If you don't deliver something that meets my expectations, I'll make sure my superiors fire you.”

The jerk had you all night working up at least 3 different versions of an old mission report (just in case he didn't like any of them). The next day, when you turned in your very hard work, he didn't bother to tell you, “I guess that's what I can settle for. It could have been better…”

A total jerk, no doubt. Sometimes when you were in a good mood, you tried to empathize with him by being “nice.” You always failed because, to whatever it was, Ghost would respond rudely. He didn't like you and you didn't quite know why. The truth was far from what you thought, Ghost was captivated and even almost in love with you and your loving way of being. He hated himself for that, being close to you he was vulnerable and didn't like to experience emotions like that. In his eyes, from the first moment he saw you, you became the most exquisite woman he had ever seen. I mean, Ghost wasn't a virgin man or anything like that, God knows everything that man has done, but with such a complicated life he never thought about love. You were always good at doing your job and people love you, especially men and he always knew that. That's why every time he sought you out to belittle what you did, all he would say to you were poor excuses so he could talk to you and of course it was his jealousy showing through. He never knew how to handle his feelings, which is exactly why he thought it was best to be a bully to you.

His hateful attitude changed when you started accompanying him on missions, he often worried about your health and despite teasing you for feeling nervous. Although when the two of you started to suffer from the uncomfortable atmosphere, he could think of nothing better than to tell jokes. They were strange and boring, but you felt almost blessed that he wasn't treating you harshly for a few minutes. They used to distract you from the fear and started to help you and Ghost get along better, gradually you felt closer.

Neither of you imagined that the next mission you would be alone on would turn your relationship upside down.

“When can we rest?” you asked with a yawn. “I don't know… But you should have slept before we started the mission.” Ghost muttered, from the other radio.

“I'd like some coffee.” “Maybe, when you get caught you can ask the narcs for a couple of beans, surely they must have some.” “What do you mean, when they catch you?” You asked quizzically. “They won't have a hard time catching you, Lisa. You're sleepy and alone, plus you always screw something up.” “Fuck you. I'll still beat you to the package. “You whispered as you walked down a narrow hallway.

“We'll see about that, doll.” He mocked you back.

You stopped your steps when you reached the entrance to a large lighted hallway/balcony. You walked to the edge of the metal floor and peeked out, careful not to fall, taking a close look at the drug-filled tanks.

<<What the fuck is all this>> you thought.

“Apparently you were right, you got here before-” Ghost's sudden voice from behind you took you by surprise. You panicked and by instinct your body lurched as you spun around. Your feet slipped and you fell. The muffled cry that came from your lips, calling out to him, sent Ghost running to the shore.

“Shit, shit, shit…” shouted Ghost, frightened for you.

He didn't hesitate a second longer and jumped in your search, to your rescue. Your body plunged into a tank full of grams and like quicksand, the tons of dope pressed down on your body, drowning you quickly. Ghost fell with momentum into the same tank you were already in. The strength of his body helped him avoid being trapped. The lack of oxygen kept you asleep for quite a while, as Ghost struggled to pull you out. When he finally found you, his big arms grabbed your hips, pulling you close and pressing your body against his, keeping you from being separated by the pressure.

He swam to the outside and while he held your fragile body with one hand, he levered the edge of the tank with the other to get you out. He held you like a sack of potatoes as he walked across the rough floor. He stopped on a roofed place and, with great delicacy, supported you on the pavement. He sat on you while holding your jaw. He took off a glove and with two fingers searched your neck for any sign of a pulse.

<<She is unstable, fuck>> he thought as he sighed in anguish.

“Lisa.” He mumbled a couple of times. However, you didn't wake up.

He lifted his mask up to his nose and slowly bent down until he was level with your face. His hands moved to your nape and jaw, holding you firmly as he pressed his lips together, giving you oxygen.

You moaned in pleasure as Ghost's soft caresses spread over you, opening your eyes as you smiled. Ghost pulled away, embarrassed and confused.

“What the fuck?” “You fell for it, you fool. You thought I was dying and-”

He didn't listen to your taunts, he understood perfectly well that you had wanted to scare him, give him a bit of his comeuppance. Bravely, he leaned in to taste the flesh of your lips again. As soon as your mouths met, your tongues danced with each other playing foully. Ghost lay on top of your body as you both rubbed each other with need. When you separated for lack of oxygen, a thin line of saliva held you together. You regulated your breathing, dazed.

“I think we need to finish the mission…” you whispered, still unwilling to let go of Ghost.

“No way, the mission can wait.” He answered you.

You didn't notice when your thighs were pressing against Ghost's head.

“You taste fucking sweet.” He babbles drunkenly for you as his tongue sucks intensely at your hole.

Your fingernails scratch the hard cement of the floor and your back arches with each suck Ghost makes on your needy hole. His fingers move between your belly and your extremely sensitive clit, warming you with every mark he leaves in his wake.

“Come on, baby. Lubricate my face.”

His warm breath crashing into you, drooling as he urges you to cum makes you dizzy. He playfully digs his teeth into your swollen lips, making you moan incoherent sounds. You were so shattered when he thrust a thick finger into you, that with tears running down your cheeks you come hard into his mask and mouth.

No doubt it was going to be a very long night….

Extra note: English is not my first language, so I apologize in case there are some mistakes, I try to get better every day. Also if you think I need to work on something, don't doubt to let me know.

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Dinner

Summary: For months you worked with Ghost, forming a healthy friendship and a connection beyond the… Ethical? Anyway, Ghost feels a need to go for more with you, he wants you, and he plans to win you over, so what better way to start than with a date?

Note: if this gets good results I will think about making a short serie based on this. Also, I was inspired by a tiktok video, so I took the time to write this as best as I could, enjoy :)

I expected anything but this. A couple of days ago, during a mission Lieutenant Ghost, with whom I had a nice friendship, followed by some innocent flirting, came up to me and said:

“I know I'm older than you, for God's sake, I'm 43 and you're barely 27. However, you're very pretty, doll How about we go out together?”

Day and night I held his words in my head, Doll? My legs trembled just remembering his rough voice uttering and referring to me that way. I've been in love with him since the first moment I met him, but I never thought Ghost would yearn for me the way I did.

And there I was, sitting in a refined, yet romantic restaurant, fiddling with the pearls on my bracelet as I watched the burly man I was accompanying tense his arms with his shirt rolled up and his jaw clench as he argued with a waiter.

I swirled the wine glass, amused by the liquid moving in reflections through the glass. I was surprised when in the glass, Ghost's large figure distorted as he sat next to me.

"Excuse me, sweetheart. These idiots… I booked this place days ago and we'll still have to wait a long time for them to take our orders."He sighed. "Don't worry, I'm not hungry. We can wait with these muffins."I smiled falsely as I pointed my hands at the basket on the table.

A deep chuckle peeked out from her thin lips, something very captivating.

"All right, all right. But I owe you a better date, a more… Perfect one."He said, resting his hand on my thigh, snuggling the fabric of my dress.

His very masculine perfume captivated my 5 senses in an impressive way, certainly a scent I wasn't used to, as his suits often hide his whole body, leaving my imagination in charge of what he would look like under his clothes.

"Ghost" "Tell me Simon, please."He interrupted me. "Simon… As much as I would love to spend the whole night with you, I can't get back to my place too late."I mumbled, almost embarrassed. "Oh, no problem, honey, but why should I let you go earlier?"he smiled sweetly. "Tomorrow I have to organize my things and pack them, because I'm moving, closer to work." "Wow, that's interesting."Her hand stroked his chin wisely."Well, if you need help transporting or storing your things, I'm here for you." "Thanks, Simon. I know I can count on you."I replied as I reached out to subtly caress his cheek. To which his body immediately reacted, bristling.

Our order was taken care of and delivered sooner than Simon and I expected. As the delicious plate of spaghetti and meatballs was placed before me, Simon very generously grabbed a cloth napkin and placed it on my legs.

"We don't want your dress to get food on it, do we?"he said with a flirtatious smile.

"Excuse us sir, your plate will take a little longer to arrive, but you won't even notice when it's in front of you."said the waiter, a bit anxious.

"It's okay, I can wait. Just bring me a bottle of wine, please."he replied wearily.

I stroked Simon's forearm as the waiter nodded to his request and vanished among the tables.

"If you like, we can share the food on my plate."I offered. "Don't worry, you eat in peace." "In that case, I'll wait for your food to arrive, I'm not going to eat alone."I answered.

"Oh, not that. Your food will get cold."He said as he settled back in his chair. "I don't care if it gets cold."I said, crossing my arms. "Well, I do, so if you don't eat on your own, I'll make you swallow it all." He looked at me with a mischievous smile.

"Make me."I provoked him with my eyes.

He was quick to grab the services and hurriedly cut up a couple of noodles and meat, leaving them ready to eat on his fork. He exhaled loudly as he grabbed my face with one hand and stroked me from my cheeks to my chin with Desperation? Maybe, yes… I gawk at him, shivering at his caresses and I can't be sure if it's because of the fact of his dominating aura in front of me or because I could see all the expressions his face articulated, he definitely needs to be out in the open and without his mask more often.

A gentle, but quick slap brought me out of my thoughts, taking me by surprise.

"What was that?" "Open your mouth."he ordered me.

I didn't argue with him and instead behaved submissively and let him feed my mouth. My face was overwhelmed with how hot I felt.

"Enjoy…"he whispered in my ear.

He kissed my gristle and then, pulled out a small rose that adorned the vase on the table and placed it between my ear and my hair. I laughed as I tried to chew my food, amused at his somewhat bipolar actions. The move could wait. Without a doubt, tonight would be unforgettable and romantic… And rough.

Extra note: English is not my first language, so I apologize in case there are some mistakes, I try to get better every day. Also if you think I need to work on something, don't doubt to let me know.

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Rescatándola

Resumen: Básicamente tienes una relación con Ghost, con quien también trabajas. Durante una misión, ambos discuten y siguen sus propios caminos durante el día, hasta que el equipo enemigo te atrapa y tu hombre debe ir a salvarte.

Here is the English version

El bastardo que me había abandonado en plena misión ahora había vuelto por mí.

Me habría gustado escupirle en la cara y decirle que podía salvarme yo sola, pero, estaba atada y también muy aterrada. 

-¿Cómo es posible que te haya dejado sola un par de minutos y te hayan atrapado, eh?-

-¿Minutos? Fue casi una hora y fue tu culpa que me hayan dejado en esta tonta silla, me dejaste sin ni una sola arma para defenderme.-bufé, molesta con su presencia.

-¿Quieres bajar el volumen? Si los del bando contrario llegan a escuchar tus chillidos, estaremos fritos.-Susurró contra mi oído, mientras intentaba cortar los cables que me sujetaban por detrás.

Giré mi cabeza hacia atrás, intentando verlo. Su uniforme no lograba ocultar los músculos de sus fornidos brazos, que se flexionan cada vez que mueve el cuchillo cerca de mis muñecas.

-Eres un idiota, Simon.-escupí en voz baja. 

-La idiota eres tú, por dejar que te atraparan tan fácilmente, arruinando nuestra misión. Y no vuelvas a decir mi nombre, que alguien te puede escuchar.-Su intensa mirada recorría mi rostro, intentando asustarme con su firme tono.

Resople indignada cuando finalmente fui liberada de aquella oxidada silla.

Observé a Ghost de brazos cruzados quien guardó en sus bolsillos un par de cosas.

-¿No estás feliz de que te haya liberado?-me preguntó.

-Solo me viniste a buscar porque la misión no ha tenido éxito, habría preferido que me hubieras dejado abandonada… Hubiera sido mejor que simplemente no te hubieras parecido.-

-No te abandoné, simplemente quería estar solo. No me estabas ayudando en nada de lo que te pedía y el hecho de que empezáramos a discutir no era… agradable.- suspiró cansado.-Además, ni tu misma te crees todas esas cosas que dices, sé que te alegra que haya salvado tu bonito trasero.-

Aparto la mirada, incapaz de seguir peleando, mientras él abre con cuidado la puerta de la estrecha habitación que me había aprisionado por largos minutos.

Ghost caminó delante de mí a través de los oscuros pasillos, guiándome.

-Nena…-murmuró con inquietud.

-No me digas así. Sigo enojada por lo-soy interrumpida por su mano que tapa mi boca.

Con rapidez me acorrala contra una pared, protegiéndome con su corpulento cuerpo.

Mi cabeza está confundida hasta que unos pasos externos resuenan en mis oídos. Mis manos automáticamente se sostienen de la espalda de Ghost y me refugió en su pecho, con temor de que nos atrapen. Una vez que estuvimos seguros de que no había moros en la costa, los dos tomamos distancia. 

-Eres un imbécil.-susurré contra sus labios. 

-Y tú una loca y gruñona.-respondió.

Lo vi levantar su máscara hasta su boca antes de que nos embriagamos en un confuso e intenso beso, que hizo que olvidara completamente mis razones para haberme molestado con él. Sus guantes rozaron la delicada piel debajo de mi camisa, hasta llegar al cinturón de mis pantalones. Con avidez, mientras su lengua jugaba con la mía en unas sucias caricias, con fuerza bajó mi ropa hasta mis rodillas, quedando inmediatamente expuesta a él.

-Simon, nos pueden ver…-susurré con un jadeo.

-Te dije que no dijeras mi nombre acá. Ahora, será mejor que te mantengas callada.-

Antes de siquiera poder contradecirlo, se arrodilló ante mí, con sus manos separó mis piernas para luego, abrir mis labios hinchados y brillantes de excitación. 

Sus dedos se movieron hasta apretar la carne de mi trasero y se inclinó sobre mi vientre con delicadeza.

-Mierda, nena. No tienes ni puta idea de lo deliciosa que eres…

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Fulfilling dreams

Summary: After escaping from the city with Joel, things get tense between the two of you when you reveal your big dream, to get pregnant and be a mother. Joel is willing to help you with that, of course.

Note: there is not much to say other than that this is +18. I hope you like it, English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I have.

Being involved in a lot of trouble for having helped an old man, was not what I expected for my life. I always imagined that being paired with a soldier would make everything easier, within this apocalypse. Clearly, I never thought that by saving someone's life, my man would make sure to throw me into misery for having betrayed him. Since I escaped with Joel's help from the hustle and bustle of the city, my life had become more hectic. He assured me that he would help me find a safe place as a token of his gratitude for saving him from certain death. For 4 weeks we were traveling without resting. The horses and the different types of vehicles with which we moved exhausted us, so when we arrived at an old, but safe town in Wyoming we took refuge in a stable, not far from the central square of the town.

I sighed a little tired as I lit a cigarette near the campfire. "I finally find you, you've been missing all day," Joel spoke behind my back.

"I was taking long walks, that's all. I needed some alone time." He mutated to just nodding. I watched him grab an axe and large pieces of wood, cutting them on the dry ground. "Do you plan to stay and live here, girl? It's beautiful around here." "I'm not sure yet, although it seems to be a quiet place." "Well, if you stay, I hope you won't be bothered by my company." I looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?" "I've been longing for a life like this, in the countryside or anywhere that's far from the city and the problems." I smiled at his confession. After spending so much time together, Joel had placed a clear trust in me.

The bounce of the wood on the earth was heard over our pleasant silence. "Can you believe it?" At any moment humans could disappear. I mean, apart from the fungus that has spread around the world, it's hard to have babies under these circumstances," I mentioned almost melancholy.

"What is that thought about?" Joel asked me, as he moved the wood to keep the fire alive. "I don't know, I always dreamed of having a baby, they are so adorable and... I think I was thrilled to see all those kids playing near the village. I haven't seen a few little ones play happily in a long time." He didn't say anything for a good few seconds, I just watched him approach the bench where I was sitting, settling next to me.

"Babies can be tender, yes... But they are a great burden. I'm surprised that at just 25 years old you dream of being a mother," he murmured in his hoarse voice. "I was supposed to try to have one with my ex. He was willing as long as neither I nor the baby bothered him... Besides, he thought that this was how we were going to save our race" I said with my fingers forming quotation marks. "Was that the guy you lived with, who tried to kill me?" I nodded. "I see, what an idiot," he said with a grimace of displeasure at the memories.

"I guess you won't do any more dirty work, Joel," he shook his head. "That's part of my past," he assured me. The fire was lit, with intensity and affection. Inhale the smoke and then let it come out with pleasure. "Well, maybe..." after all, you save our generation, my dear," he said with a laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to be a mother so much, maybe we can get a safer place where you can get pregnant and raise your little ones."

"I don't understand," I blurted out, confused.

"It's not difficult to understand."

"No, it's just that, for that I would have to sleep with someone first, and I don't have anyone to do it with. A couple, of course," I mentioned amused, not caring about the words she spat out in front of Joel. 

I shuddered as his palm reached my thigh, gently squeezing my pants. His mouth crept up to my ear and then shrewdly said: "You have me, child. You're right, we have to preserve the species... And what better than the two of us to lift it." I remain silent, I don't know if he is teasing me or serious, his face does not show expressions of mockery, but at the same time he remains defiant.

"Stop kidding, Joel. You should have been an actor, I almost believe everything you just said," I answer with a nervous laugh, moving away little by little to maintain a prudent space between us.

"Don't be too alarmed, I'm just playing with you. But if one day you decide to be a mother, here I am... Young lady." He said with a half-smile, too joking for my liking. He got up from his seat and with a soft gasp stretched his back. He looked at me with compassion and stretched out his arm towards me. "It's getting late, I think we should go into the cabin." I held onto his hand as I stood up, his rough palm gripping me firmly but carefully at the same time. I can feel sleep invade me as we walk to the door of the house, I shake my head trying to stay awake until I reach my bedroom.

"Good night, Joel," I shout through the corridors that lead us to our rooms.

"Rest, child," he exclaims from the living room. 

The days passed peacefully, Joel and I toured the entire town, visiting pastry shops, bakeries and a couple of other shops. Although there wasn't a great deal of tension or awkwardness between us, I couldn't help but think about what Joel had previously proposed to me. Every time I looked at him, every time he looked at me, I imagined what it would be like to have a baby together. In my head I wondered what traits our little blessing had, maybe his nose or his eyes, even his personality. Joel may be an older man who is even in another stage of life, but does all that really matter, now? I arrived from the market with plastic bags full of fruits and vegetables. I hurriedly dropped them off at the inn, anxious to see Joel.

While I was shopping, I had decided that I would risk talking to him and seeing his true intentions, I needed to get the doubts of what we talked about that night out of my head. I don't know if I was more excited about the small possibility of being pregnant, ok that Joel fucked me until I could be pregnant.

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 We got drunk in a pleasant kiss, where our tongues danced together and in need of... More. Apparently it was enough for me to remind him how ready he was to make me a baby a few nights ago to light the heat flames in his crotch. We walked blindly to his bedroom, kicking open the door and very nimbly cornered me against the wall, while he locked us in the bedroom. With one of his large hands he held my wrists over my head, the other, he slid between my body, reaching my center dressed. He cupped it firmly, making me moan between his lips.

We separated so we could breathe and a thin layer of saliva held us together like a spider's web.

"I'm going to get you pregnant and you're going to thank me, darling."

"Yes, please," I whispered desperately. He pushed me against the bed as I undressed in a hurry. His fingers got tangled in my jeans and in my panties at the same time. I gasped in surprise as he threw them to my knees.

"Honey..." he murmured with a pleading brow before me. Almost immediately he knelt down and completely removing my garments, his large hands guided my thighs towards him, opening them and massaging the flesh. He wasted no time and with much lust, his tongue traced a whole path in me.

Licking, spitting and masturbating... He tortured me a lot and I liked it. My fingers run through his hair decorated with some gray hair, tightening and pushing him deeper. I keep my eyes closed, enjoying every sensation that runs through my delicate nudity on the cream-colored sheets. Just when I'm a mess of moans and twisted movements, the moment I feel like I'm going to get rid of it he pulled away rudely. Between soft gasps he watched as he stood up and began to undress. He takes off his shirt, belt and pants, leaving him in old boxers, marked by his great erection. I try to sit with the annoying pain between my legs at his sudden absence, my fingers caressing his hips while my nails catch on the worn elastic.

I'm sure of the pride Joel feels when he admires my pale face, my mouth drooping at the proud stiffness that hit his stomach.

"You're the prettiest thing I've seen in a long time, missis," he murmurs as he holds my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Joel, please."

"Please, what?" "Fuck me," I hummed impatiently. Almost like a primitive movement in his being, he holds me by the shoulders and with great force and speed he lays us both down. I feel his hands hold my lower back up to my butt, massaging it and opening it. He moans as he moves between my legs to line up the red head of his cock at my entrance.

"Treat me with love, please," I whisper against her cheek.

"Of course, beautiful. Now, launder your hips... Do you want to?" he growled against my mouth.

He penetrates me carefully, making me feel every vein that begins to run through my walls.

"Fuck."Exhale."You're so tight."

 After a few minutes, their movements become precise and slow, but with strength and consistency.

"You're going to be full of me, sweetness," He moans through clenched teeth. Once again, he retreats and with sweat running down his forehead, he charges vigorously. With a faster rhythm, coming out almost completely from me and then hitting my skin with his heavy balls.

"Every drop, you're going to take it and you're going to be grateful." -Fuck... Joel, I'm going to-"

"Do it, damn it. Lubricate my cock, darling."

My body shudders and my vision is obscured by the tears that run down my face. I cling to Joel's broad back, clawing like a cat as I moan his name, losing control of my orgasm. A sweet warmth brings me back, the huge cords of cum paint me inside, very deeply. A storm of pleasure envelops us, defeating us completely on the mattress. Joel shifts and lies down next to me as I continue to recover from the exquisite feeling he left in me. His burly arms guide me to him, carefully embracing me.

The sun illuminates my face through the thin curtains, when I turn to look for Joel I discover him sitting, admiring my naked silhouette.

"Good morning," He murmured in a voice hoarse with sleep.

"I hope you have energy, my dear. We have no way to make sure you got pregnant last night… You have to keep practicing, at least until your belly grows," He said sensually.

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Bodyguard

Summary: What if I told you that you are Price's daughter and left in König's "excellent" care?

Note: I think I have to grade this as +18 and the protagonist is of legal age(18 years old). But anyway, I hope you enjoy it and I apologize in case I have bad writing in the text, English is not my language. If you think I need to improve at something, let me know.

Being Captain Price's daughter wasn't that simple. Being a father at the young age of 19 marked him as overprotective, he always tried to keep me watched and protected, since according to him, his work made me take risks. It was stressful to have a different "bodyguard" from time to time. I often asked my father to change the people he left me in my care either because I was bored or disliked by them. Everything changed when one night, while we were having dinner, he said to me:

"From tomorrow you will be protected by König, my partner. You're going to be in good hands. He will pick you up after school and accompany you wherever you need to go." 

And that's how I met him. He was waiting for me leaning on his car, his mask and his large physical size definitely caught the attention of everyone at my school, including me, of course. From then on I tried to get his attention with subtle flirtations, failing in all my attempts.

Yes, maybe he could be older by a few years, but there was something about his voice and his enormous size, compared to mine, that undoubtedly made my skin crawl and made me fantasize��every night about being able to feel him inside me. However, König treated me like a simple brat, sometimes with luck he would talk to me. 

I was supposed to read my literature book, but the scene in front of me was stirring things up a bit... inappropriate in my mind. I can't decipher whether it was the intense sun or the warm grass in my backyard, but I couldn't take my eyes off König's sweaty body, doing push-ups and various exercises a few feet away from me. The liveliness of my mind was interrupted by his hoarse voice.

"How are you doing with the book, girl?" "Well... I'm going to finish it." I mentioned a little nervously. 

I felt intimidated when I saw him walk towards me, panting with exhaustion. He leaned in front of me and with a firm attitude, he took the book from my hands and turned it over.

"Yes, you must have entertained yourself by reading backwards." he said, handing me the reading in the correct posture. I swallowed, embarrassed to be discovered. His intense eyes, almost hidden through the mask, examined me from top to bottom. 

With a subtle squeeze he held my jaw, guiding my face towards him.

"I don't like lying pups, little one." "Sorry me..." Immediately, I was interrupted by a push towards the blanket that covered the greenish grass. 

König cornered me on the ground, getting between my legs and pressing hard.

"Do you think it's easy to exercise when I'm around you, in this tiny dress, looking at me like an obsessed schoolgirl?"

"König, I-" "Don't speak, I don't want to hear your voice if it's not for you to moan for me." <<Shit.>>

For a man as intense and big as him, getting naked was not a problem, at all. It didn't take long for him to choose to push himself hard and set his own pace, his thick cock made me want to lose control. With one hand resting on my side of my head and the other keeping my leg on his shoulder, he charged deeply, making sounds and cries of despair that I never thought I could make. He grunted every time he touched my g-spot, knowing that I was getting closer and closer to overflowing.

"Shit, König." My feet twisted as I climaxed. "Run for me, girl. Do it, fuck..." 

As I collapsed beneath him, tightly closing my eyes, I felt his hands slide down my hips, propelling his own orgasm. 

A soft kiss on the neck brought me back to reality, my fingers moved to her head and when I felt her hair on my skin, as if I had seen a ghost my eyes widened.

His mask pulled to the side of us was the first thing I saw and when I finally appreciated the face of the man who had fucked and torn me apart like an animal, my heart melted with love. Neither said a single word, as if our minds were connected, we came together in a pleasant kiss.

"If my father finds out about this, he will kill us." "Correction, princess. He will lock you up for the rest of your life and he will torture me to death." he said laughing.

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Saving Her

Summary: You basically have a relationship with Ghost, with whom you also work. During a mission you both argue and go their own ways during the day, until the enemy team catches you and your man must save you. 

Note: Sorry if there is a bad wording, English is not my first language, I will upload the Spanish version soon. Enjoy it :)

Aquí está la versión en español

The bastard who had abandoned me in the middle of our mission had now come back for me. I would have liked to spit in her face and tell her that I could save myself, but I was tied up and also very terrified. "How is it possible that I left you alone for a couple of minutes and caught you, huh?" "Minutes? It was almost an hour and it was your fault that they left me in this silly chair, you left me without a single weapon to defend myself."I snorted, annoyed with his presence. "Do you want to turn down the volume? If those on the opposite side hear your screams, we'll be fried." He whispered into my ear, as he tried to cut the wires that held me from behind. I turned my head back, trying to see him. His uniform couldn't hide the muscles in his burly arms, which flex every time he moves the knife near my wrists.

"You're an idiot, Simon," I spat quietly. "You are the idiot, for letting them catch you so easily, ruining our mission. And don't say my name again, someone can hear you." His intense gaze ran across my face, trying to frighten me with his firm tone. I snorted indignantly when I was finally freed from that rusty chair. I watched Ghost with his arms folded and put a couple of things in his pockets. "Aren't you happy that I have released you?" he asked. "You only came looking for me because the mission was unsuccessful, I would have preferred that you had left me abandoned... It would have been better if you just hadn't looked alike." "I didn't abandon you, I just wanted to be alone. You weren't helping me with anything I asked of you and the fact that we started arguing wasn't... Besides, you don't even believe all those things you say, I know you're glad I saved your pretty ass."

I look away, unable to fight any further, as he carefully opens the door to the narrow room that had imprisoned me for long minutes. Ghost walked ahead of me through the dark corridors, guiding me. "Baby..." he murmured uneasily. "Don't call me like that. I'm still angry about it-I'm interrupted by his hand covering my mouth. He quickly corners me against a wall, protecting me with his burly body. My head is confused until external footsteps ring in my ears. My hands automatically hold onto Ghost's back and I take refuge in his chest, afraid of getting caught. Once we were sure that there were no Moors on the coast, the two of us took distance. "You're an imbecile," I whispered against his lips. "And you're crazy and grumpy," he answered.

I watched him lift his mask up to his mouth before we got drunk in a confusing and intense kiss, which made me completely forget my reasons for having upset with him. His gloves brushed the delicate skin under my shirt, all the way to my pants belt. Avidly, while his tongue played with mine in a dirty caress, he forcefully pulled my clothes down to my knees, being immediately exposed to him. "Simon, someone can see us..." I whispered with a gasp. "I told you not to say my name here. Now, you'd better keep quiet." Before I could even contradict him, he knelt before me, with his hands he spread my legs and then, opened my swollen lips and shine with excitement. His fingers moved until they squeezed the flesh of my butt and he leaned over my belly gently. "Shit, baby. You have no fucking idea how delicious you are..."

[delreyshit]

Sweet Dreams-Javier Peña

Note: this is the first smut(short) I write so if I made mistakes or I didn't manage to satisfy the reading, I apologize, I'll be improving little by little. Also, English is not my first language so I'm sorry if I dodged writing. Enjoy it :)

The cold winter was not perceived with the heat I felt in my blood. His breath on my neck weakened me with the passing of the seconds, his palms guiding me in a lazy, but constant rhythm I despaired. I was clinging to his red chest, victim of my nails. I needed more from Javier, to touch me, to stop making fun of me and fuck me like a real man. My head fell back, closing my eyes tightly that watered at the overwhelming sensation. 

A quick blow burned my breasts. He soon manipulated my jaw, bringing my face closer to his.

"When you're riding me, keep your eyes on me, do you understand?" he muttered annoyed. I groaned at his words, nodding frantically, unable to formulate any sentences.

"Words Marina, I want words."Javier leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

"Fuck me... I'm sorry. I won't take my eyes off you." I replied with what little coherence I had left when his tongue began to lick my ear. 

His cheeky smile satisfied me enough to squeeze his cock inside my walls. His arms ran down my back, hugging me while his legs pryed the desk to accelerate and me mercilessly.

"You're a slut, Marina. Having wet dreams with your boss, when you should be working." 

My eyes snapped open. 

My chest was moving rapidly and I could feel the pain that was forming in my wet crotch. Anxious, I sorted out all the documents scattered around my desk. Once again I fell asleep at work. <<And thinking about Javier Peña, fuck.>>

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Who suffers the most?

Note: I didn't know if I should put warnings, but, this is just something cute (I guess) with a slight mention of needles, plus it's a short excerpt. English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are bad essays or anything like that. I hope you enjoy it!

aquí está la versión en español :)

"You have to treat my girlfriend well, because if you don't..." "I think I get the message, Simon," I interrupted. 

Today I had decided to go visit Gabriel, an old friend who works in a piercing shop. A long time ago I dreamed of becoming the "Nostril", so I took advantage of the fact that Simon had returned from a mission to accompany me. From the moment we set foot in the place, I sensed that Simon almost immediately distrusted Gabriel, perhaps it  was his jealousy or simply his instinct to want to protect me from the"unpleasant" place.  The black-paintedwalls that contrasted with the  harsh lighting, the leather or metal furniture, and the speakers playing rock music weren't exactly a cozy place.

"Are you ready?" Gabriel asked as he put on some latex gloves. "No," replied Simon, anticipating me.

I pursed my lips, holding back the laughter. I was nervous but  definitely not as nervous as he was.

"Well, let's take a deep breath..."Gabriel began to say while  positioning the needle. "Breathe, breathe, breathe..." Simon murmured behind me.

 A couple of minutes later, I finally felt the metal of the ring go  through my nose.

"That's it, that was it," said Gabriel, proud of his work. "Oh my God," Simon sighed as he hugged me by  the neck, planting kisses on my forehead.

"Did it hurt a lot?" "No love," I replied between sobs and laughter. He grabbed my chin and put our lips together in a tender kiss.

"Thank you for joining me." I interlaced our fingers as we walked  outside the premises. "It's nothing, honey. I just hope you don't do anything to your body  again, for a long time." "Don't worry, next time we'll do something together." I mentioned  with an exaggerated smile. "You're crazy," he replied, incredulous but amused.

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¿Quién sufre más?

Nota: No sabía si debía poner advertencias, pero, esto es solo algo tierno(supongo) con una leve mención de agujas, además de que es un extracto corto. ¡Espero que lo disfrutes!

-Tienes que tratar bien a mi novia, porque si no…- -Creo que ya capto el mensaje, Simon.-lo interrumpí.

El día de hoy había decidido ir a visitar a Gabriel, un viejo amigo que trabaja en una tienda de piercings. Hace bastante tiempo soñaba con hacerme el “Nostril”, así que aproveché que Simon había vuelto de una misión para que me acompañase. Desde que pisamos el local, presentí que Simon desconfió casi de inmediato de Gabriel, tal vez eran sus celos o simplemente su instinto de querer protegerme del “desagradable” lugar. Las paredes pintadas de negro que contrastaban con la fuerte iluminación, los muebles de cuero o metal y los parlantes reproduciendo música rock no eran exactamente un lugar acogedor.

-¿Estas lista?-preguntó Gabriel mientras se ponía unos guantes de látex. -No.-respondió Simon, anticipado a mí. Apreté mis labios, aguantando las risas. Estaba nerviosa pero definitivamente no tanto como él.

-Está bien, vamos a respirar profundo…-empezó a decir Gabriel mientras posiciona la aguja.-Respiramos…- -Respira, respira, respira…-Simón murmuró detrás de mí. Un par de minutos más tarde, por fin sentí que el metal del aro atravesaba mi nariz.

-Listo, eso fue todo.-dijo Gabriel, orgulloso de su trabajo. -Dios mío.- Suspiró Simon mientras me abrazaba por el cuello, plantando besos en mi frente. -¿Dolió mucho?- -No amor.-le respondí entre sollozos y risas. Agarró mi barbilla y juntó nuestros labios en un tierno beso.

-Gracias por acompañarme.-entrelacé nuestros dedos mientras caminábamos fuera del local. -No es nada, cielo. Solo espero que no te vuelvas a hacer nada en el cuerpo, por un buen tiempo.- -No te preocupes, la próxima vez haremos algo los dos, juntitos.-mencioné con una exagerada sonrisa. -Estás loca.-me respondió, incrédulo pero divertido.

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Tea cups

I saw this on my pinterest, and I needed to write something about this Ghost. It's short and my first language isn't English, so I apologize in case the writing isn't very good. 

aquí esta la versión en español :)

When I saw him in a huge pink dress, playing "cups" with my niece, I held out with all my might not to laugh in their faces. Simon was a big, intimidating man, sometimes a total curmudgeon driven to his ideas. However, he managed to try to act gentlely and follow all of Little Eli's orders. 

I leaned against the frame of the children's room, observing how they interact.

-I think you have to give a thumbs up every time you drink tea, Simon.- the little girl explained, offended by his lack of manners. 

-Excuse me, but I don't think it's necessary to do it anyway.- he snorted mockingly. 

-Well, but it's my tea party. So you'll have to follow my orders to be able to play.-

 -You're just as bossy as your aunt.- I blush as he turns to me, smiling flirtatiously.-I'm going to drink tea as I please, little brat.-  I became a disaster with laughter when they started fighting, throwing stuffed animals across the small table.

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Las Tacitas

Básicamente, vi esto en mi Pinterest y necesitaba escribir algo sobre este Simon "Ghost". Es corto pero espero que les guste, es mi primer post.

Cuando lo vi con un enorme vestido rosado, jugando a las “tacitas” con mi sobrina, aguante con todas mis fuerzas no reírme en sus caras. Simon era un hombre grande e intimidante, a veces un cascarrabias total llevado a sus ideas. Sin embargo, se las arregló para intentar actuar con dulzura y seguir todas las órdenes de la pequeña Eli. 

Me apoyé en el marco de la habitación infantil, observando cómo interactúan. 

-Creo, que tienes que levantar el pulgar cada vez que tomas té, Simon.- Le explicó la pequeña, ofendida con su falta de modales.

-Discúlpame, pero de todos modos no creo que sea necesario hacerlo.-bufó burlesco. 

-Bueno, pero es mi fiesta del té. Así que tendrás que seguir mis órdenes para poder jugar.-

-Eres igual de mandona que tú tía.-me ruborizo cuando se voltea hacia mí, sonriendo coquetamente.-Voy a tomar té como se me dé la gana, pequeña mocosa.-

Me volví un desastre de risas cuando empezaron a pelear, tirándose peluches a través de la pequeña mesa de madera.