Pigeon

She/her 19

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[unknown-unicorn13]

I got a lust for life

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[unhingedgirldiary]

2014 is so back

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@tjdripleymysteriogf.

[unknown-unicorn13]

I got a lust for life

[piccionethepigeon]

I was never good at anything I did, my attention to short, my hands too shaky, my eyes too wandering, my tongue always twisted, but everything I did I did with love and that is enough.

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Da qualche parte nei miei ricordi abbiamo ancora sedici anni e io ti faccio le trecce, anche se faccio schifo a farle

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I wanted to apologize to anyone who was waiting for helping hand part 4 and was disappointed, I just didn’t have a good idea for the next part… also busy life, the only idea was they go to the cinema bc ghosts wants to give y/n a “normal relationship” and they they fuck at the movies, the end maybe some fluff

But if y’all are still interested in that I might try

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Guys this if my first time writing on here. So let me know how I do

Ghost X Medic Oc.

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: Fluff Ghost being a sweetheart, just cuteness

Summary: Medic has been with the 141 team for a while and gets along well with everyone, especially Ghost. So what happens when one-day recruits try to flirt with the Blonde medic who is haunted?

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“Sunshine, the recruits are waiting for you in your office. Most of the will be with us, but there are a few who will be with you for the day. “Price said to the woman who was currently sitting next to Ghost drinking her tea. “Right Cap, you got it,” she said and finished her tea. “See you, boys, later. And try not to kill anyone.” she said and made her way out the door before looking back in again, pointing at Ghost “And I'm looking at you Ghost” she said with a smile on her face. Simon scoffed at her. She gave him one last smile and left for her office.

Throughout her joining the team, the two became the unlikeliest of friends. She would always laugh at his bad jokes, mainly because of how bad they were. Despite that, she laughed. He wasn't used to small gestures, but he came to appreciate hers. She would share some of her snacks with him and make his tea in just the right way. They had an unusual friendship and would sometimes nip at each other with small insults. Soap always wondered how she always walked away from him, still alive.

Soap called him her scary dog, which always earned him a glare from Ghost and Sunshine. Her glare was just as scary as Ghosts. Evie arrived at her office where she was met with four women ranging from the age of 19 to 24. “Moring girls, let's get the day started, shall we?” she said and made her way inside.

Simon had been trying to teach the rookies about knife control key word trying for the past 4 hours. He did not have the patience for them. He needed a break. He started making himself some tea and started making Evie's as well, wondering if she was having as much trouble as he was. After making her tea, he walked to the medical room where she would be. He could hear her talk to the women inside. He knocked on the door before entering the room. “Hi love, you need anything?” she said, looking up from her papers.

He walked up to her, ignoring the other girls in the room. “I brought you tea,” he said and handed her the cup gently to her. “Oh, thank you. You are a lifesaver,” she said with a smile and place the cup on her desk. “How are things going on your end?” she asked him. “Horrid. They are driving me up the walls,” he said, looking down at her. She gave a small laugh. “Well, at least you haven't sent anyone here” she said with a laugh, making the man smile under the mask. The two hadn't noticed that the rookies had stopped working to observe what was happening. “Yet,” they both said at the same time.

Simon liked the way she could read his mind. “Well, I'll see you later, love,” he said and made his way to the door. His tea was getting cold. “Don't kill anyone. "she called after him. “No promises,” came his reply, making her laugh. That's when she noticed all the girls smiling at her. “What?” she asked them. “He likes you,” said the Redhead. This made Evie laugh. "Don’t be ridiculous,” she said and made her way to the medical table where they all were. “Really? The man watched you like a hawk.” said the brunette. “He moves when you move,” said the redhead. “He brought you your tea,” said the black-haired girl.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, we are just friends,” she said, getting back to the matter at hand. Besides, she was asexual. She didn’t have any sexual attraction to any of the men. The 4 women just looked at the older blonde and went back to work.

After taking his break, Simon made his way back to the rookies to see if they had made any improvement. They haven't . After an hour, Simon became very much irritated, but that all vanished when he noticed Sunshine making her way to him. “How are things going?” she asked as she came to stand next to him. “Terrible,” he said plainly. Her appearance made all the men look up at her as she spoke to the mountain of a man. “What a beauty,” said one of them. Soap appeared behind him and laughed. “I wouldn't. She is haunted,” he said nonchalantly. Soap watched as the two interacted.

“Just try not and injure them too much. But if you do, just send them my way,” she said and patted his muscular back. She could be the only one to touch him without his permission. He gave a small smile to her from under his mask. She made her way back inside, but not with the occasional wolf whistle thrown her way. Soap just laughed at the boys who were about to witness her scary dog privileges. “That'll do,” came Ghost's harsh voice to them.

At the end of an exhausting day, the whole team was inside the recroom. Soap and Gaz were playing video games. Ghost was brooding in a corner while joining in on the occasional banter that Soap instigated. Evie was sitting in another corner reading a book. Occasionally tuning into what they were saying. “You mean scotch” came Soap's voice. That made her get up. “He drinks bourbon,” she said, making her way to the small kitchen area. “Like a good ole boy,” she continued Ghost eyes following her form. This made Soap and Gaz smirk at each other. She came back from the small kitchenette with a cup in her hands and placed it in front of Simon. “Your tea,” she said with a smile and went back for her cup. “Thanks, love,” Simon said to her. “You're welcome,” she said and made her way back to her chair, but not without patting him on the shoulders. She went back to her book not long before Price called to her.

“Sunshine, they need you at medic,” Price said to her as he walked past the room. “Ah, there is no rest for the wicked,” she said as she got up. She took her tea and book and made her way to her office. There, she found two of the newest recruits, both with gashes. She guessed Ghost had them continue with practice and it got out of hand. “Right then lads, please sit,” she said as she got her supplies.

After a week, boys showed up almost every day with injuries, serious or not. After two days, she had become very irritated. She was constantly being flirted with and questioned by the girls. She was currently sitting in the briefing room next to Ghost, her leg bouncing up and down. Today had not been a good day for her. She had been running on four hours of sleep. And it finally made her snap. “I'm going to get into trouble,” she said under her breath so quietly that only Simon heard her.

“I'm sorry, but is there a point to this meeting?” she asked, looking up at Price. “Watch the attitude Sunshine,” price warned looking at her. “Um, I don’t think so. I have had a long day. I'm running for four hours of sleep. I am constantly being flirted with by a bunch of horny teenage boys and being questioned by the girls whether I like him,” she said and pointed to Ghost, who looked at her with his deadly stare. “So forgive me if I'm not being the Sunshine you all want today. But this meeting could have waited till tomorrow,” she said, making her point and getting up and leaving the room to go to hers.

As she entered her room, she went to lie down on her bed, rubbing down her tired face. “You gonna explain yourself?” came the thick Manchester accent from the door. “If you are going to scold me, just get it over with Ghost. I'm tired,” she said and got up, making her way to her wardrobe to get a towel. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” he asked from behind her, watching as she went about the room. “Because I am a big girl and shouldn’t have to rely on you who constantly looms behind me like a shadow,” she said, sitting down on her bed with her head in her hands.

The tall man came and sat down beside her. She sat up and leaned her head on his biceps. “Well, next time say something. We are a team,” he said to her, her flora perfume invading his senses. She sighed, knowing was right. “Fine,” she said and sat up straight again. That's when he got up. “Get some sleep. We don’t want another thunderstorm,” he said to her, making her laugh. “That's better,” he said, with the faintest of a smile on his face. She smiled back at him as he left her room. Simon stayed outside her room for about 4 seconds before making his way to the rookie's dorms. They were about to know who Ghost was.

The next day, no one bothered her or even dared to. Soap came to stand next to her as she watched Ghost take down every rookie coming his way. “See, what did I tell you, lass? Scary dog privileges,” he said, making her laugh. She guessed he was right it was nice having scary dog privileges. One big, scary dog named Simon Riley.

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[littlemerzoste]

Panic attack

Summary: The ghost helps you during a panic attack.

pairing: ghost x reader

(Author's note:this is the first time i post a fic in english, besides being the first one i'm posting on tumblr. Hope you like it.)

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"Heart racing, palms sweating cold, chest pain, severe vertigo... Just a few signs of a panic attack. It wasn't normal for something like that to happen, and when it did, at most you could feel your palms starting to sweat.

At that moment, you were in your room, lying on the cold floor while hugging your own knees and breathing hard, trying and failing miserably to calm down.

The reason? To your surprise, your mentor, the man who made you one of the best agents in the 141, was on base. You were told that he had been there for some time to assist with some missions. Why so afraid? Why get so scared and panic?

From the age of fifteen to twenty-three, you were tormented and used to being beaten, punched and kicked, mostly in the face, stomach and ribs, often drugged to create resistance. The list was still long, he made you lose your fear of many things and also become afraid of many things, and one of those things was him. Seeing his face, hearing his voice and even feeling his hand on your shoulder was enough to make you sick. you believed that you would be away from him, that you would never need to see his face again, but no, it seems that you would not get rid of him so soon. Soap noticed that you didn't seem well right off the bat, he tried to talk to you, but at the time it wasn't something you needed, you were so out of control it was possible you'd end up punching Mactavish in the face. Price also noticed, he was practically like a father to you, and obviously he cared like one. And at the moment you wouldn't want to talk to him right now.

The truth was that you believed that you could and that you should deal and face it alone, your mentor made you believe that, that you didn't need anyone's help.

As you tried to normalize your breathing, you heard a knock on the door, followed by a very familiar voice.

— I know you're not okay. I'll go in.

Ghost...The last person you expected to come after you.

— No... You can't come in!

—I didn't ask your permission, Sergeant.

His voice resounded almost like the rumble of thunder. And in that moment, you were stupid not to lock the door. When you saw the doorknob start to be turned, you quickly got up and ran towards the door, when Simon soon started to enter, you pushed him out, but it was useless, he was bigger and stronger, and easily entered the room, closing the door behind him. Giving up, you returned to sit on the floor again, soon putting one of your hands on your face, then sighing shakily. You knew he was looking at you, analyzing and seeing your state. He already knew what you were feeling, and he clearly understood that you weren't willing to talk at the moment. You started to press your nails against the back of his hand, it started to hurt without even realizing it, but he noticed.

Without warning, The ghost grabbed your wrist, which startled you and slapped his hand away.

— DO NOT TOUCH ME!

The two of you made eye contact before Ghost grabbed your wrists and pulled you into a hug, pulling you close so you had your back to him, making it impossible for you to hit or kick him. his strong arms held you, pressing your back against his chest as you struggled and tried to break free of him, you failed miserably.

— DÉJAME IR HIJO DE PUTA!

You cursed him. It wasn't out of malice, but you felt in complete despair.

— I'm only going to let you go when I think it's okay.

— LET ME GO!

— We've been through this before, remember?...

Yep, you had a panic attack on one of your first 141 missions. You were trapped in a small enemy base by yourself, having to deal with a bunch of enemies on your own. When your companions finally managed to enter the place, the first to find you was Simon. You were hurt, tired, bloodstained, but still full of adrenaline, and for a while it almost didn't kill him, and in an attempt to calm you down, he hugged you and held you until he passed out from exhaustion. He wouldn't do it for just anyone, but he saw the terror in you, and he needed to keep you from hurting yourself and others, and the last thing you needed was to be treated like a rabid animal in that state.

— take a deep breath Sunshine.

It was almost like calming to hear him call you Sunshine, a nickname he gave when he realized that you liked to spend hours looking at the sunset, even though Soap called you by that name more often, whenever Simon called it, it sounded much better. Ghost wasn't the type to show feelings or be the most outgoing guy in the world, but during your friendship, he started to show more sentimentality to calm you down at times, and now it was time for that.

— You don't have to tell me anything now, I won't make you... But I'll stay here until you calm down, scream if you want, cry yourself to sleep, I'll stay here, and no one will hurt you, you have my word.

— I...I can't...he's...going to hurt me...I can't go back...I can't, I can't, I can't, I CAN'T!

— I already said that nobody will hurt you, you are safe here, nobody will take you. I wouldn't allow that.

— please...let me go...I won't...I won't do anything...

— you want to do something, i know that...tell me what it is, and then i'll think about letting you go.

— I...I...I need...a hug

Hugging wasn't a strong point in your friendship. Sometimes to comfort or calm you, he would touch your shoulder or put his hand on your face to make you look into his eyes. In your words, in your tone of voice, it was already clear how much you needed a hug. Then very slowly, he let go of your wrists, and then you turned to him and hugged him. Reluctantly, he put one arm on your back and the other behind your head, which made you feel safe. Your face was buried in his shoulder, and Simon felt that you were shaking, that you were crying silently.

"Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you"

You don't know how long you stayed there, you don't know when you fell asleep, you just remember falling asleep in Ghost's arms. He noticed and carefully took you in his arms and laid you down on the bed, and before moving away to cover you with the blanket, he felt you were still holding his hand. He knew you would fall into despair if you woke up and didn't see him, not least because of what you said about being "taken away". The masked figure then let go of itself lightly and covered you with the blanket, then taking one of the books from your shelf and sitting in a chair there, hoping you would wake up soon.

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Helping hand part 3

Part 2

Simon Riley “Ghost” X fem! Medic! Reader

Summary: Semi public seggs and feelings heheh

Warnings: sexual content minors go away, semi public sex, rough sex, bad writing for Ghost and bad writing in general, mutual pining

Ghost woke up well rested for the first time in a long while, all the tension in his body had melted away, his body still felt bruised and sore in some places from the last mission and the stiches in the wound pulled if he moves too much but he was feeling pretty damn good.

Then memories of the last night started to flood, oh shit he did really fuck you… and it was great, but the bed was empty and that made him anxious, it felt stupid to be anxious for something that small and it made him pissed. Maybe it was just a hookup for you and you would continue to act like always, but he was not content with just that anymore he had a taste and he could not go back; not just sexually but shit he wanted to take you to get coffee and movies and get to know you and that was fucking terrifying for him.

During work people gave you quite a lot of side eyes for the clothes you were wearing, at least 3 sizes too big, but you had a hard time caring, it was a little embarrassing that half the base knew about your night but you were a grown woman so what if you had sex! The reminder was in the masculine scent of the clothes and the ache between your legs. Fuck you should be regretting the night since things would definitely get awkward between you and Ghost…. But it was the best night of your life…. Sigh. You could only smell the sleeves of the shirt like a perv and hope for the best.

The only thing you were regretting by lunch time was not being trained to kill since you definitely wanted to kill Soap. While you sat down in the cafeteria Soap propped down in front of you and you said hi “hi Y/n” he began eating before freezing and looking at your clothes with suspicion “oh my god fuck y/n ya got laid!” You almost choked on your food and wanted to slap that shit eating grin off his face “who is the lucky guy? Ryan? Dave? Wait those clothes look kind of familiar-“ he said loudly but before he could finish you slapped a hand on his mouth “shut up just shut the fuck up yes it’s who you think it is keep your voice down” your face felt hot and when you removed your hand his grin was only bigger.

“Hah he owes me a favor then, I’m glad the good old boy got his dick wet he’s always got a stick up his ass” you really wanted to fucking kill him “it’s not really thanks to you hey got laid you left him drunk in a bar… what happened just… happened and I’m glad it did even if things just got complicated” he scoffed “ya didn’t talk did ya? Not his forte, more a man of action like ya saw, but he likes ya I’ve seen how he looks at ya” “you can’t know that” you were sure your face was redder than a tomato “but you like him or you wouldn’t give a fuck about this conversation” you say nothing but you can’t also deny and that gets taken as confirmation by Soap.

Before the conversation can go any further someone fucking papers out of nowhere and sits down next no Soap without a sound, fucking Ghost isn’t called that for nothing, his eyes are glued on you and the heat of the last night is replaced with ice cold, he looks very pissed and his aura lets everyone know, you can see Soap tense trying to chew his sandwich “Sup Sir.” Is all he can spit out and you just smiled weakly at the pissed man and try to ignore him while eating, and when finished you mutter a goodbye before dashing away like a damn gazzelle; you don’t want to stick around to let him tell you how last night was a mistake, his look tells you everything you need.

But everywhere you need to be Ghost pops up like mushroom, and everywhere you bolt he pops up soon after, kinda ironic considering a few days ago e was avoiding you like the plague. After running around base like a manic the last place to hide is one: the broom closet, not the smartest idea but the last you have. And that turns out to be the stupidest one ever.

The door of the closet creaks open in a way that sounds on purpose, and a giant man blocks the light in the entry and the hair on your neck stands up, you don’t need to turn around to know who it is his aura betrays him before his voice “i’m going to shut this door in five seconds so if you want to run away do it now” but you don’t, you wish you could because your heart is already breaking before he even speaks, but you don’t and he shits the door locking it.

His steps are barely a sound while he makes his way to you and soon you’re trapped between a bunch of shelves and a wall of muscle. “Turn around” is voice doesn’t sound as pissed as before but it’s still thick with authority so you comply and his eyes are still icy but softer. “Y/n did I… hurt you last night?” Of all the questions if did not expect that “no you were quite gentle, I’m only a bit sore because our uhm anatomical differences that’s all” shame and arousal dance in your lower stomach. “Then why are you avoiding me, we have to talk about this” tears form in your eyes “then just go ahead and say it, that you were drunk and it was a mistake… I understand” he goes back to look pissed af “that’s what you want?” “Of course not! I have feeling for you Simon, have for a while I think… last night just slapped me in the face and made me realize it, I don’t want to be just damn colleagues, but I’m a professional and will learn to live with it!” But then fabric rustles and dry but soft lips are crashed on your own making your heart jump in your chest, his tongue finds a way in your mouth and he lifts you up by the waist making you sit on a random shelf to match his height, it’s confusing and arousing, “I’ve never been one for words in better with actions” he murmurs between kisses “but I’ll say that I want to take you out y/n, buy you coffe, get to know you better, hold your hands, kiss you, all that stupid if it’s with you” it’s all the confirmation you need and you hug him tight.

He returns then hug with a little too much force leaving you breathless before talking “I was fucking pissed because i found my bed empty and finding you with that wanker, but seeing you wear my clothes and chasing you running around like a little bunny got me worked up, but since your sore i have to kiss it better” and you soon find out he is a man of his word, getting on his knees and taking off your leggings before tonguing your pussy like a starved man, sucking your clit, using his hands to part your thighs as much as he wants to, and when he inserts a digit then two pumping them easily while sucking and licking your clit harder and faster like you’re the best meal of his life, he interrupts himself as not to mutter “you taste so good bunny” against you making you shiver and moan at the vibrations and when he begins again even harder you cum on his face having to use your hands to muffle the sounds of pleasure escaping you, calling his name like a prayer, after lazily pumping his fingers and licking you to have you ride out your orgasm he gets up to put your leggings back on you and kiss and cuddle you in your post orgasm bliss,his huge arms hugging your while your head rests on his chest his heartbeat pumping hard while you stroke his tattooed arm and murmur praises, he is really a dream come true.

But soon you have to get back to work and while you’re pretty sure your juices have soaked his mask he puts it back on like it’s nothing and helps you get out while holding you with an arm by the shoulders making sure your legs don’t give out, but Price passes by holding a coffee right in that moment and stops to say hi, but before he does he looks at the both of y’all and puts the pieces together, getting out of a closet together + the blush on your face + Ghost still holding you, he just winks and makes a gesture to say he will be silent and walks away, Ghost just scoffs and holds you tighter but you’re sure if shame could have killed you would have been dead and buried so you hide in his wide chest cheeks burning.

Author note: part 4 will be posted in a few days and maybe a part 5, guys just be mindful of something, i write smut and horny post on the internet but I’m just a regular girl and me posting nsfw is not an invitation to sexually harass me in dm, I know 99.99% of y’all won’t do that but it has happend, I won’t let it ruin my gun because writing this is fun and i still look forward chatting with people but please just don’t get try to get sexual with me directly, my work is for the girls and gays only and maybe Hetero men who won’t harass me.

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You can’t make a tall guy with a deep accented voice, tattoos, veiny arms and sultry bedroom eyes and expect us not to want to fuck him

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Semi update:

Helping hand part 3 is going to come out! (Maybe even a part 4 or five if I get inspired) but it’s gonna take a week probably as uni exams are fucking me harder than than how I wish Ghost would fuck me <3

Also I really love and appreciate y’all likes comments and reblogs<3333 some of y’all’s usernames crack me the fuck up and also the hashtags on reblogs says Ghost is on his horny arc lmao, makes my day really

Feel free to send asks and stuff <3

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[piccionethepigeon]

Helping hand part 2

Part 1:

Part 3

Simon Riley “Ghost” X fem! Medic! Reader

Summary: in the following days ghost is acting weird and when forced to go out for drinks with his teammates Ghost runs into you things get complicated

Warnings: I don’t know jack shiii about Cod I’m just horny for beefy masked men so he could be out of character and other things inaccurate, sexual content, injury and blood, pining, clueless reader, also probably bad writing and grammar as this is not even my first lenguage , size kink, obsessive! Ghosts, marking, belly bulge, lots of shit tbh, go away minors

You were pretty sure Ghost was avoiding you, he did buy you coffe as a thanks the next day but he almost threw it in your hands and with a quick “see ya” he was gone again, and whenever you ran into him while doing your duties around base he seemed to just…puff vaporize, he would not be in a room for more than 30 seconds with you and it was kind of upsetting.

He could not be angry about the pain you caused him while mending the gunshot, he had wounds way worse than that, ugh before that your relationship with Ghost could have been considered friendship, a thing he did not give freely, he talked to you more than most, never snapping at you and always being polite, with some jokes sometimes you could even make him snort and that was the closest he got to laughing, the only think he was quite uncomfortable with was touch, if you patted him on the arm or grazed his side with yours while passing in a corridor or something his whole posture demeanor would straighten and stiffed up and quickly put distance between you two…. But he seemed fine with occasiona pats on the back and playful hitting with Soap and Alejandro… even if with Soap it was often reciprocated with a punch, but that was more of a game between them than anything since Soap just smiled and punched him too.

Huh maybe he had trauma with women? Or just didn’t feel comfortable with you like that. Fuck maybe that was also the reason he was avoiding you, you touched him too much to medicate him and he was angry or upset, maybe he felt harassed .

Panic flooded you, did you harass the man?! You did maybe overdo it with the touching but that was the only thing that came to your mind to comfort him, and now you could have lost your friendship to him…. The thought gutted you.

After avoiding y/n for days Ghost would have been pretty content laying in bed all day sulking and jerking his cock till it bled but of course the others wanted to go out for drinks and just had to drag him with them.

Now he was in a crowded pub with a glass of bourbon in his hand with his skull balaclava on looking like a freak. But drinking bourbon with a straw was better than showing his face, lately it was harder for him to go out without his mask, in crowded areas more so, all fault of the PTSD and shit.

So there he was nursing a glass of bourbon with a straw watching Pierce and Alejandro cracking jokes and ordering drinks like they were free, Soap was flirting with a tall blonde girl. Ghost usually secretly loved the nights out with his team, they made him feel normal. But his mind was still buzzing with the images of y/n kneeling between his tights, and the shame that followed it, also the shame of avoiding you for days because he felt like a bastard for beating his cock at the thoughts of a woman doing her job, but it was not any woman...but y/n….and that somehow made it worse.

So he wasn’t really in the mood for jokes or watch Soap try to fuck some girl.

The Blonde got up and slapped the shit out of Soap for a comment on her tits, and it made Ghost chuckle, the same chuckle died in his throat when he saw someone walking to their table.

Out of all fucking people it could have been it was Y/n, in the tightest and shortest black dress he ever saw in his bloody fucking life, leaving nothing to the imagination, and she was waving cheerfully at them, fuck, he drank the last of his alcohol.

“Hi guys! Having a boys night out?” Why did y/n have to be so goddamn pretty and cheerful all the time.

Alejandro replied “yes bonita, want to join us for a drink?”

You looked unsure “uhm yeah why not, but only one tough, I’m waiting for a friend and she’s going to be here soon”

Ghost was relieved… relieved that you were dressed like a dream come true only fro a friendly outing and not a date, he was not the jealous type especially for a girl that was not his…. but the idea of you with another man made his hands itch.

But it was also not ideal that you were joining them and also that the only place in the boot with a free seat was next to him. You eyed him unsure and that made him gaze soften, he was acting like a dick avoiding you for something you didn’t do, he patted the seat next to him. “Come here”

You smiled happily at him and sat right down.

Having you around was sweet sweet torture, your scent, your soft voice laughing with everyone, your warmth that he could feel radiating from you as you brushed arms with him on accident, and if he looked down accidentally with you being shorter he could look right down your cleavage.

So he started drinking alcohol like water joining his friends hoping it would help numb and calm himself.

Of course it did not, it just made his desire harder to control.

Oh and his friends definitely knew.

Soap spoke to you “Y/n come on let’s go dance a bit, the music is fucking awesome and I’m a great dancer” but as he said that to you his eyes were on ghost the whole time, being met with a sharp gaze that screamed a warning.

You laughed and playfully smacked soap on the hand he offered you “I’ve seen girls falling for your charms but I’m not charmed so easily” Soap just laughed back and then full on smirked when Ghost extended his arm on the back of the boot caging your shoulder without touching you.

When you looked inquisitively he just shrugged, “starching” he muttered while finishing another glass, alcohol definitely made him bolder and making his restraint thinner than paper.

He knew so by watching the smirks on Pierce’s and Alejandro’s faces too. The only one clueless was y/n.

He was going mad, every time he shifted his good leg it brushed on yours making him suppress a shiver, and with all the alcohol flowing in his veins he even had trouble holding his head up. On top of that y/n phone flashed with a message: her friend was sick and could not make it, meaning he had to endure that for hours.

Ghost looked around, Soap was supposed to bring drinks but he was nowhere to be seen…fucking hell there he was: going out the door with a smile so big he looked like a child with candy…holding a dark skinned brunette by the hand. He was glad for his friend to get laid but that wanker was also his ride home, well not anymore.

“That fucking wanker” he slurred.

Pierce shot him a sympathetic look “he was your ride to the base wasn’t he? You can ask y/n to give you a ride her house is close to base”

You smiled “yeah sure it’s no problem”

Ghost was tense, but nodded, didn’t seem like he had much of a choice.

You were tense, still scared that Ghost was somehow upset with you, lost in tough you didn’t even notice the 6’2 man get on his feet, and trip over them to almost crash into you steading himself at the last second putting a hand in the table.

Alejandro laughed “Ghost you’re way drinker than I thought, I’m going to help y/n walk you to her car” it was almost amusing seeing such a powerful man usually so stealthy, quick and precise struggle to keep his balance while standing.

After saying your goodbyes to Price you were grateful for Alejandro’s help, him supporting ghosts right shoulder, you the left, since the man was probably more than double your weight so impossible to carry on your own, he seemed pretty unhappy to be escorted like that but didn’t complain if not with his eyes.

Alejandro made Ghost sit in the passenger’s seat of your car, and you fastened his seatbelt your cheeks heating at the closeness.

“We’ll drive save and tuck Ghost in hoping he doesn’t throw up in his mask, goodnight”

You replied “goodnight!” While Ghost just gave him the middle finger.

The drive to the base was silent and tense, once there you helped unfasten Ghosts seatbelt and tried to get him to get up witch was pretty challenging, thankfully once out he walked on his feet. “Uhm I’ll walk you to your room so I’m sure you don’t pass out in the corridors” he just glanced at you and nodded. “Are you able to clean and change the bandage to your wound in this state?” He sighed “no I’m not but I’ll be fine” “oh that’s bullshit I’ll help you, you risk getting an infection otherwise” you argued, Ghost just grunted not having any excuse, but he knew things were stepping into dangerous territory.

The walk to his barrack was fast and when he ulivi ed his door untori heart was pounding like crazy, an you felt silly, it was just to clean his would and make sure he was not feeling sick nothing alse.

He opened the door and let you in, his place was so much like him, few posters and personal items, tidy but not perfect, a king size bed with grey sheets and just one pillow. He sat on the bed just gazing at you with an unreadable look on his eyes.

“Uh take off your pants please, that way I can reach the wound” you wandered off in the bathroom to grab gauze and give him some privacy, even if eventually you had to see him in his underwear and that made your heart pound hard in your rib cage. You could admit to yourself you had kind of a crush on him… it was silly and you could not let it make him uncomfortable.

Eventually you had to get back and there he was sitting on the bed with his legs spread, his black boxers doing nothing to hide how uhm well endowed he was. Don’t stare at it, don’t stare at it, don’t stare at it. You walked over and got on your knees, Ghosts inhaled a sharp breath.

You felt guilty he was clearly uncomfortable, starting to clean the would you were carful to touch him only when necessary then spoke “Ghost… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable when I patched you up I really didn’t mean to, you just seem to be avoiding me” you looked up and his gaze was scorching and glued on you.

Ghost was still feeling bold from the alcohol and could not pretend anymore. “I was acting weird only because I could not stop imagining you on your knees for me, your pretty mouth on my cock” your face was burning “oh fuck off your drunk stop joking around” you squealed. He just cocked his head and just kept staring a you.

You finished changing the gauze and stood up abruptly just to find yourself still in between his legs and your tits almost to his face. “ Oh I- I have finished you can go to sleep now and I’ll leave you a-alone” “I’ll go to sleep only if you give me a kiss goodnight” his gaze was piercing, you wanted to so bad oh fuck but he was drunk he didn’t really want that… if it was over the mask it could not count right? Trembling you lowered your face and spliced your lips where his shoulder be under the mask they were so warm even under the fabric and the heat spread from your lips to your core.

“H-happy now?”

“That was a shit kiss, this is a real bloody kiss”

Before you could even comprehend the sentence a hand was on your eyes and a sound of fabric shifting before hot chapped lips smashed on yours, it was just a peck at fist but then his lips gently coaxed your mouth open and his tongue entered your mouth, it felt like e was devouring you the best way possible.

Fuck he was so good with his mouth that it made your head spin. Nonono this was wrong he was drunk he… felt so good fuck. A moan escaped your lips only making him kiss you with more fervor.

After a while his lips sadly left yours and you were pretty sure you were wet not only on your mouth.

He placed his mask back before removing his hand from your eyes. Then you felt Ghosts strong arms cage you while his heated eyes gazing straight into yours still. In less than a second he shifted and moved you like you weighted nothing, before realizing it you were on his bed under him, his huge body caging yours.

His hips flush to yours and you could feel it pressing on your core… it was hard and huge making you grind on him without meaning to and his hips bucked making you moan, his breath on your neck Ghost spoke “I want this, I want you so bad… so you want that?” His voice betrayed uncertainty.

You whimpered and nodded.

“I need you to say it? Please doll” he asked.

Your mouth was still full of his taste and you gulped. “ yes yes please, touch me Ghost”

He looked at you and something in his eyes snapped, he grabbed your dress and ripped it off you making you yelp.

“H-hey I liked that”

“I’ll buy you a new one” his voice was deeper than usual thick with his own arousal.

He discarded his shirt then making you stare in awe, he was so damn hot, he was muscled but beefier than models or people who trained for aesthetics but even more gorgeous, because those were muscles made for strength. Every scar he wore on his torso only bothered you because it was a visual reminder of all the pain he went thru.

Ghost was breathing hard “ you’re so fucking beautiful, fuck” his hands were all over your body caressing, squeezing, teasing, like he was trying to memorize the look and feel of your body.

Then out of nowhere he snapped your panties and bra off, one hand on your boobs groping them gently before giving attention to the nipples tweaking them gently between his fingers then with the other hand he began touching your folds smearing the slick “Fuck you’re so wet and soft, looking like a damn dream, and I bet you’ll feel like one too, can’t wait to have my col buried in you” the dirty talk made your face burn and your pussy clench “but I’ll have to prepare you well or this is going to hurt, I’m much bigger than you, and I want you only to feel good” you thoughts were barely coherent any only moans and his name could leave your lips “G-Ghost” your hips raising to get more friction on his fingers, he started to pet your clit and fuck he was also good at that making you moan shamelessly.

He then inserted one digit while touching your clit with his palm , then a second digit, then a third and the stretch was stinging but he moved his fingers gently and the palm on your clit was pleasurable. Meanwhile you palmed him though is underwear with one hand and the other on I’m his huge tattooed arm to keep yourself grounded. He moved his fingers faster and faster your cunt making squelching noises. “G-ghost gonna c-cum soon!” You slurred “not yet doll the first time you’ll come is going to be on my cock” he said in your ear and removed his fingers, the emptiness was unbearable for a few moments before he discarded his underwear letting you see him in all his glory, a deep v line ending a thick uncut cock that was now very hard and dripping.

The sight alone was overwhelming but existing, he grabbed it and started to rub it in your folds to slick it up then centered it to go in but stopped “i’m going in alright?” Is voice was hoarse.

“Yes yes please Simon”

He groaned “I love my name on your lips” then bottomed out in a single slow thrust.

It felt like too much and stung a bit but it was also so fucking good you could not stop mewling.

“Fuck that’s it you’re taking me so well, good girl”

His voice made you shiver and you looked down, he was stretching you to the limit and there was also a small bulge in your lower belly.

“Fuck Simon please move” and so he did slow at first to get you used to his size then harder and harder making you moan and sink your nails in his back, was groaning and occasionally swearing in your ear adding a lot to the pleasure together with the delicious friction of his pelvis on your clit every time he bottomed out, his top kissing your cervix.

“Simon i-I’m gonna cum gonna c-“ you moaned.

“Cum for me doll milk my cock” and so you did clenching and screaming his name.

But he kept on moving stretching your orgasm impossibly long turning it into overstimulation but even that was fucking delicious.

“Love I’m going to cum can I do it inside of you? Hell I want to so bad”

“Yes yes I’m on birth control please fill me up”

At that he lifted up his mask to kiss you passionately while he grunted and fucked his seed lmpossibly deep into you.

You were struggling to catch your breath and si did he after lifting his mask up again, but he was still hard inside of you.

“Doll are you up for another round?”

His soldier stamina would probably kill you but it would have been a glorious death.

“Yeah”

And he went again making you scream even louder.

After that you probably fell asleep because it was now morning, you were sore between your legs and a bit sticky even tough you were sure he cleaned you up with a towel before joining you in bed again.

His tattooed arm was draped over you squishing you a bit but it was comforting. It was the best night of your life but… what if he was only drunk and rejected you as soon as he woke up? That thought was crushing.

You didn’t even have time to think about that, work was in half an hour, I guess thankfully the barracks were so close to base.

With some struggling you slipped away from under a sleeping Ghost and took a shower, noticing in the mirror after that he left a huge hickey on your neck during the night. Uh that would be hard to hide.

With the dress ripped you had no choice but steal a shirt and hoodie to wear, and thankfully emergency leggings into your bag. The problem was the hoodie was clearly too big on you, meaning all base would know you hooked up, making all day a walk of shame, and his scent o the clothes would remind you all day of the previous night.

Slipping out the door you glanced at a Ghost once last time, what a dork he even slept with that mask, the feeling in your chest was more than a crush and you knew it.

Author note: I just wanted to to thank you all for liking the first part of the fic I never expected that many likes 💗 I never expected so many likes, that means y’all are probably mentally ill like me and spend your free time reading or writing about masked men’s dicks and I respect that, let me know if y’all wanna be tagged in part 3

(Also I know hitting the Cervix isn’t that fuck irl but it sound hot so let me be delusional)

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Heyy I just read your helping hand ff and I really liked it! I just have some remark and a Tipp for your grammar. I know you wrote that English is not your first language so if you don't wanna hear it feel free to delete this :)

I just wanna say that you could try to stick with just one pov bc I noticed that you sometimes switch between "her", "you" and "y/n". And you technically don't have to write "ghosts pov" if he's not the narrator.

I hope I could help if you're open to that if not that's totally cool too

I'm excited for part 2 tho 👀

Have a nice day and keep up the good work! :))

Thanks for the input, I could take out the povs but it was a way to show y/ns view of the situations vs Ghosts but maybe you’re right and doesn’t really need to be a pov, I did that and tried to switch you with y/n and her to try and make it less repetitive because saying you every 2 sentences or so gets really repetitive in my opinion.

I’m open to constructive criticism so if you have more ideas about the matter or other stuff let me know, since I don’t have a beta reader.