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Simon "Ghost" Riley is afraid to propose to his girlfriend (reader)
notes/warnings: fluff, angsty-ish, cursing, typos i'm sure (i wrote it in like an hr and then lost all energy to closely proofread. sorry)
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Forty-Two months. Youâve been together for forty-two months, and Simon Riley is no fool. He knows what he has. Through every imaginable horror, youâve been by his side. Youâve held his hand, kissed his forehead, brushed your fingers through his hair, let him lay on top of you after a night of sex when heâd just needed to feel you and know that youâre with him. Youâve cried with him and for him. And when itâs asked of you, youâve waited for him.Â
Youâre absolutely everything. Of perfect quality despite your flaws. A reminder that things in this world are soft, beautiful, gentle. When he loses faith in the concepts of decency and humanity because of the things heâs seen, you refuel what has been depleted. You make things make sense in a cruel existence. And yet, he hasnât asked you to marry him.Â
Ok, maybe he is a bit of a fool.
For forty-two months youâve watched your friends get married, cousins and second cousins, and even your mother and your auntâall of whom began relationships with their new spouses long after you and Simon declared yourselves officially together. Youâve taken Simon to so many weddings in the past three and a half years that youâd both agreed youâd had your fill. But Simon is under no illusions that if it were for you and him, youâd manage to find the energy for one more wedding.Â
You donât pressure him or drop painfully obvious hints, and if heâs honest, that almost makes it worse. Price and Gaz and even Johnny have faced threats of their own in the past by the women theyâve been with, with varying results. Price was happy to agree. Gaz a little less, but his lady was pregnant and it was the right thing to do. But JohnnyâŚJohnny wouldnât marry his current broad if it meant a quick death. You, though, are a gift. Better than all of them in Simonâs eyes. You deserve to have the man who loves you acknowledge that love by asking you to be his wife. Simon just canât bring himself to ensure that that man is him.
He attributes that roadblock to your relationship not being equal. He doesnât provide you with everything you provide him. While he does his best to be supportive and loving and comforting, youâve mastered those skills and he canât compete. And how is it fair to ask you to pull that weight for the rest of your lives?
It doesnât stop him from wanting to ask, but when the question is on his tongue, he canât get it out. However, because youâre stronger than him, more open and sure of what you want, it turns out he doesnât have to.
â
âSimon, will you marry me?â
Youâre not looking at him. Youâve been spooning on the couch for the last three hours watching mindless TV, and heâs refused to let you up from your spot. At the question, his hand under your shirt that has been lazily fondling your breast freezes. Heâs half hard and was about thirty seconds from trailing that hand down your body and into your sleep shorts, but now he canât.Â
Simon swallows. âW-What?â he asks, though he absolutely heard you. Does anyone mistake those words for anything other than what they are?Â
His pounding heart clogs his ears, but to his surprise, his cock gets a little harder.Â
After too many beats of silence, you guide his hand out of your shirt, and with a sigh, you stand, round the couch, and go into the bedroom. In your absence, he sits up, running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath.Â
What just happened? He thinks. And what the fuck did he just do? He didnât answer the way he should have and now youâre gone. Heâs hurt you, and heâs so focused on his fuck up that he doesnât notice you come back until youâre standing directly in front of him.Â
A black band is trapped between your thumb and index finger. Youâre not smiling. Thereâs no glimmer in your eye. You simply hold the ring, staring at it.Â
âI just want to marry you,â you say, your voice dripping with the disappointment he knows youâre expecting. âAnd you havenât asked me.âÂ
âLoveââ he starts, but then you drop to your knees, calves folded under your thighs.Â
His heart cracks right down the middle, jagged and splintered. A few pieces fall into his gut. You still wonât look at him, so he reaches out a hand, cups your cheek, and turns your face up to his.Â
âYou donâ kneel to me, Love,â he tells you, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.
Half-heartedly chuckling, you say, âSometimes I do.â
Simon lets his lips curl into a slight smile because his girl is still in there. Despite the forlorn look on your face, he didnât completely break your spirit with one unanswered question. And thank fuck for that. Â
He doesnât mean to, but he forces you to sit in limbo as he thinks. The woman he loves is on her knees asking for something that she so evidently believes she isnât going to get. And yet, itâs from that riskâthat display of your love for him and the leap youâre willing to take to prove itâthat Simon snaps out of every negative thought that has held him back.Â
Hand dropping from your face, he rises from the couch and, just as you had, makes his way into the bedroom. He has no idea where youâd hidden his, but yours has been in a dresser drawer for nearly a year, tucked behind the socks that are never worn because he has too many pairs.Â
When he returns, he stops dead in his tracks because youâre still sitting there but your head is down again and a teardrop falls onto your bare thigh as you fiddle with the ring, and that is unacceptable; his behavior is unacceptable. And now heâs more sure than ever.Â
Simon discards the box and goes to sit back on the couch. Your embarrassment is palpable, and he hates himself for yanking that out of you. Shame is the last thing he has ever wanted you to feel in his presence.Â
Ring between his fingers, Simon lowers his hand until heâs sure the diamond is within your line of sight.Â
Your gasp is faint but he catches itâa master at catching every little sound you make and savoring his ability to have you make them. Your head shoots up, eyes wide as they connect with his.Â
With his free hand, Simon brushes away the tears that have yet to fall from your cheeks.Â
âSwitch,â he says.Â
âWhat?â
He takes your hand, pulling you with him as he rises to his feet, and turns your bodies. âSit,â he says, and you do. Then he eases onto one knee, ignoring the crack of his bones, and holds out the ring. âIâm so sorry it came to this, Love. I didnâââ he shakes his head, ââs my fault.â
Your head cocks to the side. âYour fault?â
âMy fault,â he nods, his brow pinching as he decides how to say what he needs to. âYouâre my wife,â he says. âI know youâre my wifeâIâve known itâbut I get in my head and I start going through the list of things that I donâ think I deserve, and youâre the Queen of that list, Love. You make everything else on that list seem so unimportant that they have no right beinâ there.â
âSimonâŚâ
âBut Iâll make you a deal,â he continues. âIâll marry you, if you marry me.â
You snicker and, excluding the tears heâd caused, your face does exactly what heâd hoped it would do wherever he imagined proposing. The only detail unaccounted for is your answer, which he supposes is fair. He hadnât directly given you one either.Â
But then you say one the best damn things heâs ever heard leave your mouth.Â
Your pretty lips part and you tell him: âYes.â
A/N: I donât think love has to be affirmed in the form of a proposal and wedding, but for the sake of the ficâŚ
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/nâs a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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family: âwhy are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?â
me whoâs been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
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P2 P3
Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.
You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.
But what about the father?
Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.
Let's forget how you leg-locked him.
When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.
That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.
So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.
Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.
Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.
You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.
With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.
Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.
That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.
The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.
Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.
People wore still those?
"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.
That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."
He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.
Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.
"Next in line! Mctavish!"
The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.
Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.
He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"
Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."
Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. âThe lass with the wee oneâsheâs got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.â
Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."
Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."
"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.
"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that heâs discovered the jackpot.
"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.
"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.
The sergeants just got their Christmas present.
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Husband Simon Riley who has scared the shit out of you so many times and so badly that on certain occasions youâve almost cried.
He doesnât do it on purpose; he swears. Heâs just so silent when he moves that you donât even realise heâs right behind you until you turn around and let out a loud scream.
One night, youâd gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. You couldnât be bothered to turn the light on in your on-suite but as you were washing your hands, your saw a massive figure in the doorway. You let out a blood-curdling scream, only realising it was Simon when he switched on the light and looked at you as if he were crazy.
However, when he saw you tip your head into your hands and saw your shoulders shake, heavy with emotion from fear and shock, he knew he had messed up. He gently pulled you into his arms, carrying you back to bed and apologising profusely.
âIâm so sorry, baby.â
âI didnât mean to scare you that bad.â
âShouldâve spoken so you knew I was there, yeah?â
He makes it up to you eventually and promises to start speaking whenever he walks behind you in the future.
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Thinking about how when youâre drunkâand I mean really drunkâyou get it in your head to catcall men. They could use a little harassment. When you reach that point, your friends immediately know itâs time to cut you off, acting like the Secret Service as they usher you out of the bar and towards the Uber. But they couldnât anticipate the group of men standing outside the bar swapping laughs and smoking.
Of course you pick the scariest one of the lot and:
âHey!â you shout, half giggling. âHeyâyou, in the mask!â
The man turns. You canât see his mouth with the surgical mask in place but you can tell his eyebrows are raised. Heâs fucking huge, towering over his counterparts (who are nothing to sniff at), thick and strong. His head cocks in silent question.
âCan I get your number?â you shout, licking your friendâs hand when she slaps it over your mouth. All your friends rush to brush the guy off, but heâs already ashing his cigarette under his boot, slipping his hands into his pocket, and crossing the street quietly.
He stays a healthy distance away, aware of how it looks: a man his size approaching a group of young, inebriated women. You think heâs come to harass you in return, or maybe just to mock youâeither way you are stunned silent, mouth agape, eyes wide. Heâs so much taller up this close.
âGot a pen?â he asks.
He only approaches then, shoulders hunched to make himself appear smaller and innocuous. He takes your hand in his own and writes his phone number on your forearm.
When you wake up hungover the next morning, his number is there on your arm along with a reminder that you hadnât been able to see in the dim lighting of the parking lot: XXX-XXXXâS. Drink water.
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Simon âGhostâ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife
You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, whoâs walking alongside Soap
âOh! Sorry about that, sir.â You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for
The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met in his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him
That one smile and he was done for
âWho was thaâ?â The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghostâs attention still fixated on you.
âThink that was my wife.â
âYer what?!â
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife
Well, everyone apart from you apparently
He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base donât exactly run themselves
Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case
Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course
By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, itâs understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as itâll be changing soon enough anyway
âYou can call me anythinâ you want, love.â His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. âSo long as you call me, that is.â
By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isnât a date) heâs wondering if youâll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and his cock into you
You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself âHusbandâ, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently werenât aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as heâd saved your contact under âWifeâ
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe youâre only playing
âAch, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.â Soap said, seeing Ghostâs approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand
âSâfor my wife. Get your own.â The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where youâre curled up on the couch, reading a book
âAw, thank you honey.â You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips
âHappy wife, happy life, sergeant.â Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other manâs pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch
âGod, maybe I really should keep you.â Youâd laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him
Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses
âIs there some sort of party happening?â Youâd questioned, confused out of your mind
âSuppose you could consider it a party.â Heâd answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white
âNow while youâre lookinâ through dress sizes,â heâd added, taking your left hand in both of his. âYou know your ring size? Got my own shoppinâ to do âround here.â
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Simon gets a message from reader while heâs on base. Itâs a video. The thumbnail looks like a blurred image of a store isle
Once he has a moment to himself, heâs able to sit back and finally check out what you had sent.
The camera pans down to show yours and simonâs two year old daughter. She has half a mini chocolate muffin clutched in her little baby fist and chocolate smudges on her nose and bright pink cheeks. Sheâs standing, staring at something out of frame.
The camera is a bit shaky and Simon can hear you trying desperately to hide your laughter.
âBaby,â you say, âbaby, look at me.â You bend down to bring the camera closer to your daughter, who only turns to look at you for a second before going back to staring at the same spot out of frame.
âWho is that?â
Your daughter raised one of her chocolate covered hands to point towards whatever it was that had been captivating her the entire video. âDaddy.â
Simon hereâs more of your pained stifled laughter and the camera follows your daughterâs gaze, revealing a cheaply made Halloween grim reaper statue, with dusty purple robes, a plastic scythe, and a hilariously misshapen skull face.
He reads the accompanying texts that had followed the video.
[She just started saying âdaddy daddyâ over and over and it took me forever to figure out what she was talking about]
[for a second I thought, âoh is he here?â]
[Im so dense lol]
[she really misses you ]
[I miss you too]
The next text was a picture of your daughter fast asleep in her car seat. Now cleaned of chocolate, she had replaced her muffin with a giant plastic rat that she hugged to her chest like a teddy bear.
[she refused to leave without it]
Simon smiles. It had been a long time since he had a family. People who loved waiting for him to come home.
Your texts had been sent hours ago, and he felt bad about not responding all day.
[thatâs unfair. My mask is made of much better materials]
[I miss you both too. If everything goes right I should be home by Monday]
[and donât call yourself dense]
Simon thinks for a moment, something eating at him about that video
[I wish she didnât know about the mask. I donât want her to see me that way]
You respond quickly, making Simon feel worse about his delayed reply
[Dont worry about that honey. Sheâs only two, and I think she only saw you wear in mask once once or twice. Sheâll forget in a month.]
[She doesnât see you as anything other than her daddy]
[her daddy and her jungle gym]
[lol yes that too]
[Im sorry I donât have a lot of time. Iâll try and call you tomorrow]
[ok Im heading to bed now anyway]
[goodnight I love you â¤ď¸]
[goodnight I love you too â¤ď¸]
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when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, âhey, there you are, love.â his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghostâsimon riley, the one person whoâs kept every feeling locked up.
âsimon, do you⌠do you remember anything?â you ask, testing the waters.
he blinks, looking at you with confidence. âof course, i remember. youâre my wife.â
you freeze. his wife? this is new, and youâre not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, âmaybe just⌠go with it for now, eh?â heâs got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you thereâs no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.
so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesnât act confusedâin fact, heâs more open with you than heâs ever been. suddenly, heâs holding your hand like itâs the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you âloveâ or âdarlinââ in front of everyone. heâs even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isnât real.
the teamâs amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when heâs away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listensâfocused, attentiveâfeels more intimate than anything youâve shared before.
one day, youâre patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like heâs memorizing every detail. âi donât know what iâd do without you,â he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. itâs so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget itâs all just part of his memory loss.
then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. âdo you ever think about us?â he asks softly, like heâs trying to get at something just out of reach. âhow weâd be if things were⌠different?â
youâre not sure how to answer because thereâs no script for this. âsometimes,â you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, youâre almost grateful he canât rememberâbecause maybe, just maybe, itâs the only reason heâs letting himself be this vulnerable with you.
as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than heâs letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like heâs in on the secret. and just when youâre starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.
âi know iâm supposed to remember,â he whispers, âbut i donât want this to end. not yet.â
itâs in that moment you realize the truth. heâs been aware all alongâheâs been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.
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werewolf! simon who posts videos of him fucking other creatures such as other werewolves, vampires, pixies, really anything he can get his paws on that get really good views that is until he meets you, a little trinket fairy.
he sets up the tripod, and you're standing next to him, only ending at his massive hip. you're waving and smiling so cute and sweet too.
you're plump with extra to grab and simon loves that.
que ten minutes in the video and you're being bounced up and down simon's fat cock, the knot nudging against your gaping entrance.
the camera was high quality, able to get an excellent view of the way your pussylips swallowed his impressive girth.
your slick gushing making simon's glistening dick and fat sack that was swollen and drip with your creamy cum that made a mess between his thick and powerful thighs.
simon had his hands tucked underneath your knees to keep your legs spread open as he used you for his own pleasure like you were a toy.
and in a way you were.
the way his tapered tip kissed your cervix you squealed with pleasure and pain that blended together in an intoxicating haze as you gripped his biceps letting your head bounce around.
he fucked into you so deep that you swore he was in your throat, simon was everywhere and there was no escaping his hold or his dick.
comments and hefty tips flowed in the more your pussy gushed that sweet essence which wafted up to his snout that he pressed into your neck. each thrust jingled your trinkets noisily.
your sweet cries brought in the most viewers simon has ever had, sure everyone else he fucked was good but you? you're better.
the way you cling to him trying to tap out after your third orgasm but simon wasn't done. "you promised me love to finish this video, now be good and let me cum in your wet hot cunt "
his knot swelled before he pushed you all the way down making your pussy swallow him whole. "simon! fuck!" you wailed loudly.
a thick load of cum filled your quivering cunt which only added to the wet sticky mess between your legs as simon read the comments petting your hair and kissing your cheek.
"i think you'll just be a regular from now on."
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Lately Iâve been getting a kick outta the idea of Ghost having a girlfriend that Johnny is painfully interested in (tale as old as time). But she a lil neurodivergent and selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!). Sheâs comfortable enough with Simon that sheâll talk to him when theyâre alone, but she wonât say a word to Soap (she doesnât talk to the other guys either, but you know that Johnny chooses to take it so damned personally).
The worst part is that Soap will say shit to her, and sheâll give Simon her little signal so he can bend down and she can talk to him so fucking quietly. Itâs like they speak a different language and Simon is the interpreter. And itâs so infuriating to him because shit like this will happen.
âAinât you looking a right picture, bonnieâ that dress new? Fits ye like a damned glove, sweetheart.â
You tug on Simonâs sleeve so he can lean down. Soap is rocking back and forth on his heels, anticipating an answer. Heâs down so bad, he doesnât even care that heâll hear it from Simonâs lips and not yours. You whisper for what feels like minutes on end.
âShe says thanks.â
âGod damn, L.T.â you know she fuckinâ âad to âave said more than that!â He whines indignantly, Simon smirking. Simon knows all about his little crush, and chooses to let the lad suffer. His time will come when youâre ready.
This goes on and on for months on endâ and you know what? Itâs hard for Johnny to jerk off to the image of you wedged between him and Ghost when he has no idea what you sound like, moaning or otherwise. You can probably see him half hard in his jeans every time he heads home from a movie night with you and Simon.
âGânight, L.T. Night, hen.â Soapâs almost all the way down the walkway when he hears something almost inaudible over the ambient sounds of the night.
âGoodnight, Johnny.â
Now thatâs gonna keep his fantasies fed for weeks.
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simonâs not a virgin by any means, but the first time he sinks his thick cock into your tight, sweet little cunt, he absolutely loses it.
the sugary tone in which you gave him permission to fuck you after he asked, begged you so nicely, like he was even deserving of it.
how he has to bite down on the rugged knuckle of his fist when he presses the head of his cock to your soaked cunny, failing to stifle down his groans but already too fucked-out to care whatsoever once he bottoms out (or at least as much of his cock heâs able to fit in).
the way his name spills from your puffy lips when he finally starts to move, just barely an inch in and out with each âthrustâ because youâre just so fucking warm and welcoming and he doesnât want to separate from you for even a split moment.
how your fingertips lightly graze between the divots of his flexed, pronounced abs, nails raking over his skin with a softness no one has ever shown him. heâs turning greedy for you; needs more and more.
you turn dumb in a matter of seconds. so dumb, in fact, you havenât even noticed he finished inside you the instant his cock was fully sheathed within your tummy, and how heâs already coaxing out his second load to join the first one fucked deep into your womb.
and you canât even blame him, considering he was fucked utterly stupid from the moment he set eyes on you :(
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me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst
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GHOST uses to workout quite frequently, because of his job in military. He never admits it loud, but he likes to be in good shape. He likes the glances that youâre sending him when heâs taking off his shirt on purpose to present you his muscular back, covered in black ink tattoos.
Thereâs only one thing that he hates during his daily routine â push ups. He doesnât know why he dislikes to do that workout, itâs just happen. He prefers other exercises, but while heâs at home, without the gym equipment, itâs just whatâs left for him to stretch those arms muscles more.
But fortunately, recently youâve got an idea of how to make this workout more pleasant for him. You find yourself on the floor, underneath Ghost while heâs grunting and sweating. Itâs not what you think it is, but that doesnât mean it isnât making you feel in a certain way.
You like the view from down there. Heâs shirtless and the only piece of clothing that he wears are the grey sweatpants. The way heâs looking and sounding makes you want to wrap your legs around his waist and just keep him down.
âDonât try to give up, because youâll squish me.â You giggle once Ghost makes another push up, giving you a quick kiss in meantime.
âNot gonna, doll.â He says back in breathy tone, pushing himself back up. He grunts again and lower himself down, giving you another kiss.
You make this exercise quite enjoyable for him.
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Older boyfriend Price who is absolutely DISTRAUGHT over the fact that you donât care about marriage because you think heâs over it.
Note: this one has no smut but it has mentions of sex and sexual relations so interact at your own discretion. Reader is in mid twenties.
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âWhat the fuck do you mean by you donât want to?â If Price had been any louder, anyone outside his car wouldâve been able to hear him.
It had been a few months into your relationship with Price after almost a year of being friends with benefits. You werenât sure how your arrangement changed over time but you were glad to be with him as he valued you a lot.
âI mean, think about it. Youâre like, what? 40-â
âIâm 37, loveâ
âRight, yeah, I just think that it doesnât really matter as long as weâre having fun together. Honestly, I thought youâd agree.â You said before taking a bite out of your burger.
Price could only watch you in shock. Sure, your relationship started on the basis of sexual benefits but when he did think of the future all he thought of was you. Even if you were a generation younger than him, he had never felt such synergy with anyone before. It was a connection of a lifetime - emotional and sexual.
âSo you donât give a shit about marriage because you think I donât care about it.â
âKind of. If Iâm gonna get married I need my partner to be on board too, donât you think?â He sighed at your reply. You looked up at him, confused and cheeks full with your dinner as you grabbed the plastic cup of coke.
His heart swelled at the sight. It was like looking at an innocent chipmunk. To think that the same face looked fucked out an hour ago awed him but he couldnât let himself get distracted by your unintentional seduction.
He grabbed your drink and put it back in the cupholder. You were about to whine but he grabbed your face and pulled you close, noses almost touching.
âYou-â peck â-are the most wonderful thing to happen to me and Iâll be damned if I donât tie you down with me in the future.â
Your face heated up. You had swallowed your food not too long ago but your mouth felt like it had gone dry.
With your face in his hands he continued. âIâll have a rock on your pretty little finger before you know it.â He left a longer peck on your lips this time and pulled away.
What you didnât know was that he already had a ring for you. It was stored away in a hidden drawer in his desk, waiting to be worn by you.
In fact, he had brought it just a month into your relationship. He wasnât religious but he knew that a person like you was the blessing of a lifetime.
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Absolutely cannot have fresh shaved/waxed pussy around the 141 boys.
Soap will cry over it, mourning the loss of your bush and "talking his girl(your pussy) through the loss" ie fingering you until you're soaked and sore as punishment.
Price will make it his mission to give you beard burn, shaking his head like a damn dog while he's eating you out, scratching the hell out of your pussy and thighs with his beard. He's trying to bleach the damn thing you just know it.
Ghost is the worst. Taking the opportunity to leave his dental imprint in the soft flesh surrounding your clit. He's going to bite until you're sobbing just to see the dimpled marks he's left.
At least Gaz is sweet. Pressing little kisses over the newly shaved/waxed skin, giving your clit soft little licks and pulling back to rub his fingers against your clit with gentle praises. Until you realize he's been doing that for the last hour, giving you just enough to keep you making those nice breathy noises but never giving you more. Maybe you should try Soap again...
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