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Gaz whos always calm and collected in situations that would have his teammates lashing out.

Not because he isnt angry, because he doesnt have a choice. Because he grew up with nannies, teachers, officers, all waiting for him to break. To prove them right that he really was violent. His mom used to tell him to "not give them a reason, sweetie". And thats how kyle has lived since. Cautious and aware of how every one of his actions could be interpreted as too aggressive. He didnt have the luxury of anger.

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Well. Its the sex pollen post. Featuring ghost ofc.

Ghost gets hit with some powder or something while dealing with drug smugglers, reports it and resolves to get checked as soon as he can.

He doesnt really need to, though, because the affects become abundantly clear moments later. His whole body sensitive and cock hard where it rubs against his boxers with every step. Ghost grits his teeth and deals with the last of the gaurds, but hes panting into the mic by the end of it. The others assume its just exertion until he practically throws himself into the humvee sporting a raging boner.

You have to scoot into soaps space with the way ghost manspreads and begins stripping his gear. Price pulls out of the parking garage when ghosts tac vest hits the floor. "Fuck- i cant-" hes whining like a dog, and soap audibly gasps when ghost unzips his pants and shucks them just low enough to pull his cock out. "I think- ahhhh shit- i think that was- hm- an aphrodisiac."

Gaz turns around from shotgun to watch incredulously as ghost jerks off. You whistle lowley for a second, eyeing the sheer girth that fills up ghosts honestly large hands "good for you, ghost."

He doesnt seem to even register the compliment, head thrown back in pleasure. Soap makes a sneaky remark about fairness and his own hard cock, but youre too focused on the way precum steadily drips down ghosts cock. "Fuck!" His hips jerk, but nothing more than a few more shiny drops of pre spill out "fuck I cant- it wont-"

Tears gather at ghosts eyes and you have no idea what possessed you, but you reach out and run a fingertips along his slit. "Oh god! Fuck yes! Dont move, please-" ghost grabs you palm, wraps it around his base as thick white spurts paint the back of the driver's seat. The sheer amount of it has soap swearing under his breath.

Ghosts cock is still hot and hard in your hand, and as he begins to rut again you realize two things. He can only cum if someone else it touching him, and he seems to have plenty more rounds in him. He let's out a pathetic whine, and you decide itd be cruel to just leave him like this.

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Just a thought

Gaz would be the best to cuddle with

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Two posts in one day? Crazy stuff dovty

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Erm so someone asked for more of my last angst post, go read it before this one. Pt1

Aftermath

Ghost angst

Pt 2

Tw: depression?

What if only you died? What if Ghost was the only one to survive? His whole team was gone, you were gone.

Ghost sat in the hospital bed staring up mindlessly at the pristine white ceiling. His hand held you dogtag, running over the letters engraved into the small piece of metal. The nurse told him he would struggle to hear due to how close he was to the explosion, past sign language classes coming in handy.

The nurse and doctors told him he was lucky to be alive, to be found between all the debris. He thought that you would be alive too, that you would be right by his side. He tried to ask every other nurse and doctor that came into his room about you. They stared at him like he was crazy. That only he was found beneath all the rubble.

“MIA” he thought to himself. You could be alive.

You were right next to him, how could it be? You were right there, you were crying in his arms as the bomb went off. He tried to tell them, tell the higher ups that you were with him. You couldn't have gone far off, not with injuries if you were close to the explosion just like him.

Ghost was recovering slowly, a few months in, many visits to hospitals and clinics. Physical therapists,otolanyngologists. He lost most of his hearing, his body needing help to build back the strength to move around. He was experiencing chronic pain, the doctors told him it will take months, possibly years to go away. He was also recommended to get a therapist to talk after getting hearing aids.

Simon didn't do the talking, he listened.

He listened to Soap talk to Price and Gaz bickering about the lunch and other dumb shit he would find interest in. He told dumb dad jokes with Soap over comms, he heard Gax speak about the most mundane tasks he would do in a day. He heard you complain about the amount of times you have seen a rookie do dumb stuff that got them in deep trouble. He listened to you talk. He was forgetting how your voice sounded. The few pictures being the only thing keeping him from forgetting your face entirely.

Now he laid in his bed, a few years after the explosion. He didn't cry, he didn't get mad, he just was there. He hadn't visited any of the team members' graves. He couldn't find the will even if he wanted to. The few therapists he got all asked him how he felt and he just shrugged. They tried to pry more but he stayed silent.

The phone rang in the silent house, it rang about five different times previously. His therapist is trying to get a hold of him. He didn't budge from the bed, he wasn't planning to answer, He didn't want to. He couldn't.

The phone fell silent again.

Ghost felt weak, exhausted.

From what? He didn't know, he hadn't budged from his bed for a few days other then getting a small bar to quench his hunger and to the bathroom.

He felt useless.

He couldn't even go back to the battlefield, not with his injuries, not with the ptsd that haunted him every time he closed his eyes. He kept recalling the moments his team died. The comms that cut off mid fight.

Letting out a sigh he turned to his side to look out the indow, the clouds looked grey, even between the sad clouds the sky itself looked so gloomy. It felt suffocating.

He could get up and take a walk, he could talk to someone, he could try doing something –Anything. It was frustrating to lay in bed but it seemed to be like that was all he ever did these days.

He missed his old life.

Having the team… Having you.

So cheerful, so calming. Always looking for a challenge even when you were already in some deep shit and struggling. You fought all the time. He knew you struggled so much; he heard your rants even when he pretended to not listen to you while cleaning his own guns and knifes.

“I didnt want to get out of bed, I wanted to so badly. I felt like a caged bird. My wings were clippled.” he stayed quiet letting you go on “my nickname came from when i was a rookie, they saw me get back the urge to live again. They said I practically grew wings to tease me, but I took the name as something to cherish. I changed Ghost, i felt alive.”

A new you.

Ghost felt that dreadful ache in his throat again thinking about you, this time the ache was worse more than ever. The burn of the tears in the corner of his eyes. His jaw clenched to try to not let out that ugly cry escape his larynx. He held his breath hoping that that would distract him; lungs aching for oxygen.

He gasped, a strangle cried escaping his chest. “Why?” He begged into the tense room. “Why aren't you here?” He pleaded to know, he wanted you.

Those terrible sobs wrecked through him. A surge of anger building up. He sat up hand in the blanket into a fist before slamming it down into the mattress. “It shouldve been me, its shouldve taken me-”

“Come back” he cried hysterically, he grabbed the pillow below him and threw it with all his force to the side like it damned him. The lamp on the nightstand crashed into the ground with the pillow, breaking. “I can’t-I can't" he cried and crumbled into himself, his lungs stuttering to take in breaths through his cries.

It was like Ghost's anger deflated leaving sorrow, grief and want.

“I need you” he whimpered, hands going soft. The bed covers are dampened by his tears. “I-cant-” he choked “not by myself, please… come back.” He felt like he was losing it, reaching out for something that wasn't there. For someone that wasn't there.

Ghost needed you.

…Simon needed you.

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Ghost and bartender reader pt 2

Gn reader

Read part one if ya want or not

God did you like to talk, chatting his ear off like a morning bird singing outside your window at 6 of the morning. It felt nice having someone to talk to, a friend.

Occasionally he would leave and not visit for a few weeks, and his excuse was that he just was busy. You didnt pry more into it.

It was like any other time, you serving drinks waiting upon the other mans daily visit. The door bell chimed, you look up from the drink you were preparing for another customer smiling before freezing seeing Ghost have a cast on his arm.

“Whay the fuck happened to you?” You blurted out rather rudely as you handed the drink to the other man

“Work” he grumbled, taking his seat on the stool like always. “The usual”

“You're getting way to overworked.” You comment washing your hands before getting to work

“could day the same about you Wings” he retorts, you shake your head with a light scoff

“I wouldn't say living is more like surviving” he pointed out.

“Shut up.”

You slide the drink towards Ghost with a smile “bon appétit!” He glanced at the drink. A vodka martini with a lemon twist as garnish.

“Not what I ordered Wings.”

“Try it.”

“Im not paying for this”

“Its on me as a thanks for all the tips ya have been govign me geez” you grunt

“Arent you growing broke?”

“Shut it and be grateful” he just huffed out a laugh before taking a sip

“So?”

“Not bad” he mumbled “still prefer my tea”

“Damn brits.” The man just smiled about to say another remark “hold on” you said as you headed to another customer. He watched as you started to cash out the man. The bar was busier, more chatty. He didn't mind since you were on shift.

People loved talking to you, a listening ear, a calming presence you had on the people around you. He waited for you to come back to him quietly observing the bar.

“Mannnn some people are rude” you whined waking back towards him “so you were saying?”

“There is a new restaurant open downtown, we should head over”

“Asking me out on a date, Ghost?” Your eyes shone in mirth.

“Didnt say its one” he grumbled

“You insinuated it”

“i take it back then”

“Too late.”

He sighed, rubbing his face “this saturday good?” He asked

“Sunday” you said “ill call out on my other job for it”

“How many jobs do you have?” He said, he sounded slightly concerned but you brushed it off.

“Three, two for week days, one in the morning, another late at night , which is this one at the bar. Oh and my third job is at a bakery on weekends. I love the sweets I take home.”

“And I am getting overworked?” He scoffed

“I need the money” you told him “so sunday, what time?”

“Six alright for ya?” You hum in agreement “fancy place, dress nice.”

“I always wear a suit to work” you deadpanned he shrugged.

He finished his drink and placed a hundred bill on the counter.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Thought you said you weren't going to pay.” You said grinning, you still took the money however.

“Just dress nice will ya? Nothing too uptight nor lazy wear.” He said avoiding the subject, he slid a napkin toward you with his non broken hand. Phone number written on if. “Text me.”

“Bold of ya no?” You chuckled taking it too

“You're getting paid practically to go out with me, be grateful-” He got up "don't be late. I'll pick ya up.” The door bell chimed once more.

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So... this is the fluff before angst that im still working on. A lil snack.

Remember to like n follow pls!

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Prepare for angst, it's currently being written on cheap school lined paper

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Friendly face?

Genderneutral! reader n Ghost oneshot?

You have always been in the background. A Quiet life, a mind numbing routine with three minimum wage jobs that barely pay off your parents’ debts. One in the morning, retail, the whole working week and late night shift at a local bar. And another job that takes up your weekends at the bakery.

8 in the morning, wake up, go to work on the first shift at a retail store, listen to people's complaints about prices. Clock out at 5. Take a quick nap before the second shift at 9 at your local bar, serve drinks, deal with unwanted complaints from peoples lifes, sorrows and great achievements.

You get the gist.

You sighed, the bar was less busier tonight, Christmas holiday.

The quiet chatter filled the small bar along with the different whiskeys, cocktails and beer scents. Only those with no one to enjoy the holiday with came, someone like you.

You heard the door bell chime as another man came in, you didnt even raise your head focused on not spilling your customers' drink. You didn't want the money to come out your paycheck again.

“Welcome in!” You greeted, a habit you built. Keep the customers happy your managers said.

“Three whiskey shots” The man said, no greeting. Must be having a bad day

“Coming right up.” You said as you handed the other customers their drink. They muttered a quick thanks before leaving to sit at a booth. “Just the whiskeys?” You asked as you grabbed the small shot glass, filling three of them up.

You slide it towards the man, a quick glance at his face and you saw multiple scars all over him. Faded but still there.

“Rough night sir?” You said making small talk. Another quick glance and you noticed the dog tag neckless, either he was in the military or someone he knew.

God you were curious.

His hand took one of the whiskey glasses and drank it quickly. “...something like that.”

You hummed not prying more even as you felt the need to know more. You continued to move around cleaning the bar areas here and there, removing the bar mat to clean the spills and placing the now clean one on the same spot.

“Are you the new employee?” The man asked, you looked back at him. His three shot glasses are empty now.

“Changed shifts time is all.” You replied walking over to where the man sat on the stool. “Need more?”

“Whiskey sour, thanks.” He mumbled, he watched as you turned your back to get working. He watched as you started to add whiskey, sugar syrup and lemon juice to the shaker.

“Are you a regular?” You asked as you continued to shake it.

“One would say.”

You added ice into the shaker before mixing it again. “I'll take it as a yes.” You chuckled, you grabbed a glass heading back to where the man sat. Placing it on the bad mat and letting him see how you poured the drink into the glass, placing the shaker on the side and adding a cherry on the side as a garnish. You slide it towards him. “Enjoy.”

He nods as he takes a sip. “Name?” He asked, eyeing you, you seemed harmless.

“Wings.” You responded

“I doubt it”

You grinned cheeky “Its a nickname, the most ya will get from me mister…?” He huffed

“Ghost.”

“See you aren't willing to risk it either.”

“im just being fair.” He said, taking another sip of his sour whiskey. “An eye for an eye as they say.”

You snort out a laugh. “Sure okay.” He cracked a smile.

“How much?” He asked

“Thirty one dollars.” You replied, “cash or card?”

“Cash.” He said gruffly placing down a fifty dollar bill. “Keep the change wings.” He stood up waving at ya lazily. “Cya around.” The door bell chimed again, and he was gone.

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Dovty here!!!--just wanted to say i lowkey will keep the reader named as wings to keep it gender neutral as much as i can. I was also writing this during class time so... hope ya like it, might continue it later since this was originally supposed to be a one shot. Consider following please 🦎

P.s this was lowkey inspired by rommy on tumblr, they write a lot, n love their work. Dont tell em.

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Man yall eat up the angst more then anything 😭

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Shit i lowkey wanna write about Dorian 😼🫶🏼

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⚠️Heavy angst!!!⚠️

Ghost and gender neutral reader

Tw: deaths mentioned

Pt1, pt2

You failed.

Now sat beside Ghost, the man looked defeated. You were too. A failed mission, now your waiting for the bomb to go off.

There is nothing you could do.

Price was killed with a shot to the head, Soap was stabbed and Gaz went missing. Possible dead too.

You felt dread, terror and anger. Dread that your not living anymore after the bomb goes off, terror at not knowing what comes in the after life.

Anger because you couldve stopped this.

Ghost glanced down at you. His mask was off. You could see his eyes, devoid of life. He swallowed heavily and nudged ya. "We going to the shop down town after this?" He muttered

You stared at him.

A frown carved into your face as you teared up. "Y-yeah. Wanna tag along?" You asked trying to huff out a laugh, a way to keep from crying.

"Don't have a choice eh?" He said dryly as he pulled you closer to your side. He hated touch, you knew it.

But you loved it. You craved affection, physical affection after all your trauma.

You leaned into the warmth. "No, no you dont." You mumbled back. Hands trembling, clinging onto Ghosts gear to calm your tremors.

You stayed quiet, you could hear the countdown in the background.

A minute and 40 seconds left.

39... 38...37-

"You reckon we will have a beach day with the others? Mactavish would be crazy" he said trying to distract you in your last moments. You chuckled.

"Ill be sure to tell him next time i see him." There is no next time however, you both knew it.

"Ya know i always wanted to do so much, never thought i would be here." You told Ghost, he glanced down at you.

"Like what?" He asked indulging your thoughts.

"I dont know... ive always wanted to do so much. I wished to be multiple people at one to experience everything, being a artist, baker, fighter, dancer, ballet dancer... i always wanted so much as a kid." You rambled, Ghost stayed stayed quiet listening to you.

"I wanted to be someone. Who impacts the world, i wanted praise to be known for all the great things ive done." You continued, tracing circles into Ghost's hand.

"You are someone." He replied calmly

"Not someone people will remember..."

"I will." His hand intertwined with yours. You smiled briefly.

"One minute remaining" the machine started to count out louder.

"Are you scared? I am" You told the man

"A little bit."

"What do you think happens after?" You asked again, he shrugged. "I dont want to be alone."

"You wont, im right here Wings." He said your code name.

"...sorry for not trying harder."

"You tried, thats enough." His hold tighten on you. You wish you could zone out the world and stay in his hold.

30 seconds remaining

"...so tomorrow, your going to wake me up right?" You asked, your throat started to ache. Tears in the corner of your eyes.

"I will." He said his own voice growing shaky.

"And we will bother everyone else together?" Your sniffle no longer able to hold back tears. A quiet whimper left your throat, you would be ashamed if it was any other moment.

But right now?

Your scared.

"We will wake up soap with a bucket of ice." Ghost tried to humor you.

20 seconds remaining

You clung onto Ghost harder, you wanted to hide. It was so stupid. You cant hide from death itself.

"Im scared."

"I know. It'll pass."

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"You wont let go right?" You practically pleaded

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"I wont."

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"Thank you."

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"Thank you too. For everything."

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"Just close your eyes. Ill wake you up." He mumbled as he held you close, your face buried in his neck. You felt your lungs stutter as you tried to not cry more.

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"Goodnight Simon" you whispered, he faltered.

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"Goodnight wings." He mumbled, his body tensing up. Cradling you close.

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He took a deep breath, ash and blood. You hang onto his scent trying to remember it.

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He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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So i had to lowkey take pauses here and there cuz i was lowkey crying myself just a little bit. I had this idea from many sad songs 💔.

Leave asks please? Im bored now. Enjoy some Ghost art to make up for the angst 🫶🏼

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Fuck i forgot to put the chapters name 😭

Sorry readers im fumbling already 💔

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This will be like a whole story but in bits because i write like every other week sorry! I will try to post as much as i can because i love angst n wanna get to the best cruel writing, this is all inspired by mitski, i love her sad songs that make me wanna cry endlessly at night as if i got my heart broken by someone which i havent...yet.

Anyways this doesnt have an exact plot and i will try to make sure there is no plot holes, once this is completed here i will post it on Ao3 complete version no mistakes(if i can avoid em).

Enjoy 🦎-Dovty

Male reader

Task Force 141

Chapter 1

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You spent years training and fighting to climb ranks.

Having failed school and ran away to the military as an escape, how naive you were. Thinking this was going to be much more simpler to just follow orders, to not have to think and reply to everything and everyone with a simple “sir, yes sir”.

How stupid.

Laswell reassigned you to the elite team 141 after the incident that happened in your last team. Said how it would help you learn from the elite team, and said how you know more languages then one (spanish, english and German) it’ll help. It was before you arrived at the meeting point did you start getting nervous.

You didn’t do well with social interactions, and Laswell, bless her soul; she urged you to actually make connections for once outside of the whole following orders like a good soldier.

You started to check your gloves, worn out and torn. You’ll have to sew it together again, you thought. How many times have you already sewed them together over the years?

Before you knew it you arrived, the chopper landing and its engine killed.

‘A good impression, I have to leave a good impression. Greet them, shake hands and smile. Yeah, that easy’ letting out a shaky exhale you finally got off the chopper and saw four soldiers standing almost shoulder to shoulder.

One on the far left to you with a mohawk? He was grinning, looking like he was ready to sprint full speed towards you or something. You swear you could feel the energy radiating off of him.

Another one right next to him on the right with a skull mask, was he glaring at you? It looked like it but you couldn't look at him long before he looked away. Not a fan of eye contact you noted, at least you had something in common with one of them already.

Your gaze drifted off to the man with a hat that had a British flag in the middle, he was smiling. He looked calmer compared to the one with a mohawk, younger perhaps. His tag was more visible then the others, ‘Gaz’.

The last one on the furthest right had a hat as well.

A bucket hat.

He was the first to step forward as you got off the chopper, he reached out a hand to you with a smile. “Captain Price. It's a pleasure to meet you, Private.” He said, you shake his hand.

“Y/n Ellwood Wings, pleasure is mine” you replied giving him a small smile. You looked at the others waiting for their introductions.

The one with a mohawk walks closer “Sargent Johnny Mactavish, call me Soap!” He had a heavy accent, you shook his hand too.

The man with the british flag in the middle of his cap patted ‘Soap’s’ shoulder and smiled at you. “I'm Sargent Kyle Garrick, call me Gaz.”

The man next to him shook your hand soon after him “Lieutenant Ghost.” He said, you tried to see more of his face before he pulls away leaving your thoughts on a whirl. You also noticed his accent, Gaz and Price also had it.

You had the urge to copy their accents, you didn’t. Want to leave a good first impression after all. “Pleasure to meet you guys too. Heard a lot ‘bout yall, good things mainly.”

“Couldn't say the same bout you Wings.” Ghost muttered looking away and getting a stern look from Captain Price.

Ah.

So they’ve heard about your recent accident. Your hands twitched behind your back, this didn't help your nerves.

Fuck that.

It didn’t help your first impression on them.

“Sorry, what?” You forced smiled at him, he stayed quiet now glaring at you.

Price cleared his throat taking your attention off of the man “Don't start picking fights Lieutenant. Gonna scare off fresh meat, can’t have Wings flying off”.

Soap snickers beside him.

“Gaz will give you a tour of the base. Learn it, that's your first task.” The captain continues patting Gaz on the back before walking off with Soap and Ghost.

You turn to the man Gaz. He smiled at you. “C'mon” he said as he started to knead the way into the base.

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You and Gaz have been walking all around half of the base, Gaz pointing out things and giving his opinions here and there about things like the food they get or the amount of times someone has been thrown into a specific wall leaving an indent while they were sparring.

It felt nice, he was easy to talk to.

“Your Kidding!” you laugh as he retold a past mission “So you were hanging out of a damn helicopter?!”

He was grinning as he nodded, “They thought I was dead, the bullets were going back and forth the whole time too.” You laughed more, you swore your face hurt from how much you have been smiling.

“I wouldn't be surprised if you had a concussion.” Gaz snorts shoving ya playfully, you in turn shoved him back.

“Well i think that concludes our tour” he said as he stopped in front of your barracks. Your things were inside already.

“Well thanks.” You said feeling more confident around him. He pats you on the back.

“It's nothin’. By the way dont let Ghost get to ya, the Lt is just sarcastic and grouchy at first. You'll warm up to him, I'm sure.” He said, smiling softly at you.

“I'm sure, thanks again Gaz.” His name felt weird to say, a feeling you will have to get used to. He nodded once more before walking off leaving you to your own devices.

You sighed as you turned to look into your room, boxes with clothes, personal care supplies. You went to the first box to your left by the entrance. Your worn out blanket, you loved it for its star design.

You have loved things with stars on it, childish things that still made you feel joy. Tossing the blanket onto the small bed, itll be a long evening getting your things sorted out.

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My boyfriend is giving me more ideas for spicy content for Ghost n male reader...

It involves some praise shenanigans

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Ill eventually post smth about soap and gaz... give me ideas tho pleass 😞

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I lowkey forgot to post it to Ao3.... oh well ill do another one soon 🥀

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Tw: spicy content, insomnia or smth

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You had insomnia for years.

Some nights were worse then the other, constantly staying up tossing and turning. It would be 2-4 of the morning when you would be able to sleep for a few hours before getting up for work.

Your boyfriend, Simon, a sweetheart he is often tried to help you. He would make you chamomile tea's to help calm you or would go out to buy you melatonin for those rougher nights.

He would be in the bathtub in the warm water with you rubbing your back and thighs while kissing your head. The scented oil lavender coming out of the bathroom when he massaged your hole body.

He would hold you close to him, running his hands through your hair muttering sweet words and calling you his pretty boy.

"Ill get you to sleep eventually." Simon muttered quietly, hands rubbing up and down your thighs. You glanced at him.

"You dont have to stay awake. You have work, you should sleep in" you tried to put distance between you and simon

Simon instantly pulled you back."I don't have work, not tomorrow at least luv" He cupped your face pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your heart fluttered, you were weak to his affection.

"Still... your going to mess up your own schedule Simon" he kept pressing kisses to you face making you smile more.

He started to kiss your neck, soft lingering kisses and bites. He didnt leave marks on your neck knowing you had to look presentable to others in work. "Simon" you muttered, hands wrapping around your lovers neck.

He hums, listening to you. He pulled your shirt off, his eyes ranking all over your body taking in the view. "You look so handsome" he told you.

His kisses trail lower to your chest and stomach. You felt your face start getting warmer, heart starting to speed up as he trailed lower. He glanced up at you, hand at the hem of your pants. A noticeable bulge in your pants.

You nod.

He pulled your pants and boxers off in one go. Clothes now forgotten on the floor by the bed. Your breath hitched as he started to kiss and bite at your thighs. He was leaving hickeys on your thighs and licking each one afterwards. "Simon" you moaned softly hand going to his hair.

"Relax sweetheart." He said as he kept leaving bites.

"Simon please" you whined wanting to feel his hands or mouth on you.

Anything. Your hips bucking up hoping to get any sort of contact on your dick. His hands grabbed at your hips. "Relax." He told you again. "Cant you be good for me?" His voice was low.

You whined again but nodded.

"I need words sweetheart"

"Y-yeah ill be good for you." You said looking at him "just please.. i want you. I need you Simon."

He gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before he started to lick at the head of your cock. Your breathing started to get heavier, hips threatening to buck up into the slick warmth of his mouth drawing more filthy noises from you.

"Fuck simon" you moaned, fingers in his hair. He gently grabbed your hands in one of his to keep you from trying to rut into his mouth.

He started to suck slowly at your cock, he hummed around you sending goosebumps over you. You were falling apart in his hands. Your eyes fluttered closed.

He took your whole cock in his mouth making you moan loudly and fucking up into his throat. Tears at the edge of your eyes from all the pleasure.

You could see the him lapping up the pre-cum from your tip. He moaned around you as he kept the steady pace. "S-Simon! Ah- shit im close! Dont stop, please-dont stop" You babbled loudly, your whole body felt so hot. A warm feeling pooling in your stomach making you writhe in pleasure. 

Simon pulled off for a split second before finally deepthroating you, you gasped as you finally came down his throat. He swallowed around you trying to keep any of the fluid from staining the bedsheets. He pulled off after licking his lips, sitting up to press a kiss to your lips which you happily returned.

"Going to sleep now luvie?" He chuckled as he grabbed the duvet to cover your melted form.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you cuddled up to his side. His arm wrapping around your waist. "I love you." You finally said

"I love you more." He replied pressing his head against yours. Head bonking you gently, you laughed softly. You loved head bonk kisses, something you made up with him. And only him.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight sweetheart" he mumbled watching yoy finally get the rest your body needed.

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This was inspired by my own insomnia issues and my freaking handsome pretty lover who constantly deals with my shit. I love him so much :DDD