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DAMN GODDAMN

Thinking about Ghost who loves physical touch but everyone assumes he doesn't.

Sfw/somewhat angsty in the beginning then Nsfw. DNI: Minors, Fem Aligned, Accounts that are ageless and or have no pronouns.

This is my work, don't copy or steal nor put into AI. Thank you :3c 5,163 words

GN reader, but clearly made with masc/men aligned in mind! Nsfw will be at the end and have a - at the beginning and end of it to signify it. Also reader does top by penetrating Simon with only their fingers, and it is hinted at that reader rails him after but isn't written so everyone masc aligned can enjoy! (Also hinted at polyam 141 at the end).

Thinking about Ghost who loves physical touch, but everyone assumes he doesn't. Even those who arguably know him quite well tend to hesitate, or barely have ever touched him.

It stings him a bit when he sees how easily Price taps his hand on Gaz or Soap. How Price will even slap their chest and or call them sunshine.

It burns when Gaz is able to pull Soap into a friendly hug, bantering away with the other man. Sure Gaz will share a joke or two with Ghost, but the easy camaraderie he has with Soap and Price is never shown to Ghost.

It downright hurts when all Soap ever does is touch his shoulders, or bump his fist against his chest. Never pushing further and pulling him into a hug, but he's glad Soap at least banters with him. Pulling small breathy chuckles from him as they share their jokes, from dad jokes to army jokes to dark but actually pretty funny jokes. Those moments soothe the longing and loneliness he feels, soothing the buildup of emotions lodging itself into his chest.

That's why it's a surprise when you come along, having been added to the team by Price.

Price had explained that you were too friendly with your allies, liked to pull people into hugs as a greeting. Granted, you never did so without making sure the person was okay with it. But you were too rambunctious, and while your previous team was okay with it, it got on their nerves and annoyed them as time went on.

When he had heard that, he had let out a laugh. "I'm sure we'll kick 'em off that habit, doubt the newbie would hug me." Garnering chuckles from the 141. Internally, however, Ghost was reeling.

How could anyone get annoyed at physical affection? It's all Ghost ever wants, someone he knows is safe pulling him into a hug. Someone he knows has his back, easily slinging their arm around his shoulders. He wants to be put in those playful headlocks, he wants to be gently moved to the side by someone who isn't afraid to put their hand on his back or waist.

Internally, he thinks your previous team is ungrateful and stupid. And he hopes that you'll share that easy affection with him too.

Of course it takes you a bit to warm up with the 141, not shy around them but obviously trying to gain your footing. But when you do, it's the friendlier ones you start to show affection to first.

The first one is Soap, who had been sent on a solo mission. When he had came back, you were the first one to greet him and pull him into a hug. Congratulating him for coming back safe, uncaring that he's all dirty and reeks. Soap of course, is dead tired and melts into the hug. Clearly needing it by the way his hands shakily come up to your back and grab on. His body leaning against yours as he buries his face into your neck, and you? You had the biggest, most warmest smile on your face as you let the man cling onto you. Not even hesitating to help him towards the showers, muttering how a debrief can wait, and rushing off to Soap's room to grab him some clothes to change into.

He had watched that all with wide eyes, want flaring in his gut as he sees the way Soap tiredly looks at you rush off with a small grin.

"We've got ourselves a sweetheart, don't we Lt?" Soap's tired exhale is lighthearted, his eyes meeting Ghost's.

"We sure do Johnny. Now hop in, you reek." Soap's laughter reaches your ears as you speedily return, making you curious and ask what was so funny. Handing the clothes to Soap who just smiles and pats your arm in thanks.

"Don't worry about it, thanks for this." Soap smiles warmly, turning around to head into the showers and closing the door behind him.

After that, it was Gaz. The man had been feeling down lately, revealing to the team that his partner had broken up with him right before valentine's day. That they had been sweethearts since they were teens, and this breakup had him reeling as he truly thought they were the one for him.

Of course you being the person you are, you had sought out every single thing you knew Gaz liked. You made him tea just the way you had seen him make it, handing it to him without a word and scampering away. Leaving a confused 141 behind, as you do so. All of them sitting on the chairs and couches in the rec room, eyes going to Gaz when he lets out a small noise.

"How the hell has the newbie managed to make my tea exactly the way I like it?" Gaz's eyes are wide, looking at the others with disbelief.

"You guys haven't noticed? The guy's observant, I could practically see the mental notes taken whenever we like something a certain way." Price pipes up, leaning back in his chair as he chuckles.

That makes them all begin to think, sure they had noticed your eyes on them. But had brushed it off as curiosity, and as you figuring out the nonverbal boundaries of the team.

You come back a while later, Gaz's tea long gone by now. With four bags in your hand as you walk in.

"Happy Valentine's day, everyone." You murmur softly, a slight hint of worry in your tone as you dump a bag in Gaz's lap first before dumping a bag in the rests of their laps. You run off once more, to do God knows what, and leave them reeling once more.

"No way!" Is the exclamation that has all of their heads turning to Gaz once more, whose face is now filled with excitement instead of his earlier sad mood.

"All of my favorite sweets, some clothes in my favorite color, flowers, and new headphones to replace my broken ones? This is better than anything my ex ever did!" Gaz's excited words had them all pausing, before eagerly ruffling through their own bag.

It seems you truly did pay attention to them each.

While they all roughly got the same things as Gaz. Sweets they like, clothes they like, a flower (less than Gaz's amount since he did just go through a breakup), and an item they had expressed wanting recently but haven't had the time to grab.

It was the fact that each of their things was truly meant with them in mind. Even Ghost had thought no one had paid attention to his mumbling about his favorite color, or the fact he needed some new gloves from this one brand he likes. The military issued gloves were too rough on his skin, and the brand was just as good but better on his hands.

You hide away for a bit, before finally showing up once more. Ducking your head when they all thank you, Gaz coming up to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you, I really appreciate you trying to cheer me up. It worked very well." Gaz says softly, an easygoing grin on his face. Only to let out a slight oof when you drag him into a hug. Making the man chuckle, but he leans into it, clearly needing someone to simply be there for him.

"It was no problem." You mumble softly, one arm wrapped around Gaz's waist as the other moves up and down his back. Your hand gentle but firm as you rub Gaz's back, making the man breathe out and close his eyes.

"You're a good man, and I know you'll find the true love of your life soon." Sure they had all said the same thing to him, but you're still newish. So it's different coming from you, making Gaz soften just a bit more and melt against you.

The next one is Price. Price who seems to be at his wits end, pacing and storming around the place. His hand smoothing down his beard as he mumbles to himself.

Usually everyone just steers clear of Price for a bit, letting him stew until he makes eye contact with them first. Then they ask him what's wrong, getting the man to finally cease his pacing. Only for them to hear him sigh and shake his head, a firm "nothing" leaving his lips.

But you take one look at him, and just.... Seem to know what to do.

Price doesn't even register your very light hand on his back guiding him towards the couch. Just goes along with it as his muttering continues, only half noting what you're doing.

You stand behind him, your hands running along his shoulders for a moment. Before finally beginning to massage Price's shoulders and neck, lightly at first. Enough to make the man's muttering stop, but his hand keeps smoothing his beard and his body remains tense.

"Tell me Captain. What's wrong?" Your voice low and soothing, not wanting to overwhelm the man.

"It's nothing, just getting too worked up in my head." About to get up when your firm hands push him back down, getting a surprised grunt from him.

"That happens to me too sometimes. I get so frustrated over things, but instead of bottling it up, I do something to get my thoughts and feelings out. What do you do when that happens, sir?" Surprisingly, putting yourself in the same light as him has Price's tight lipped hold on his thoughts loosening. Empathy truly works, as your hands become more firm on his shoulders and neck.

You know you found the right pressure when he lets out a groan, letting you work the tightness out as he finally begins to spill his thoughts to you. The others watch with wide eyes as you do what they never really could as easily, always having to really pry the other man's thoughts out of him.

Ghost, by this point, thought you were afraid to touch him too. Granted, you treated him just like the others but.... You haven't had that breakthrough moment you did with the others with him, and at this point you had been around for a bit longer now. Enough for the term newbie to be freshly dropped away, and your callsign or last name to be used more often.

He had been walking past your quarters when he heard faint sniffling and muttering coming from behind your door. Concerned, he knocks twice gently before you murmur a soft come in. Your puffy eyes and sad smile meet him as you continue to rub off the tears that had no doubt just been on your cheeks.

"What's wrong, are you alright?" His low voice filled with concern as he walks into your room and closes the door behind him, meeting your tired gaze.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just got something silly in my head, I'll be fine in a moment." You rub your face as you stand up, letting out a weak chuckle as you look at him.

"Are you sure? You know I wouldn't mind if you talked to me or needed something." He says gently, voice as soothing as he can make it. Something he hasn't had to really do in a long time, not having anyone to comfort in years.

He sees you debate his words in your head, a long momentary pause, before finally nodding your head.

"I need a hug, if you don't mind?" Your voice far too weak for his liking, making Ghost's heart clench as he opens up his arms.

"Course, come on then-" Barely finishing his sentence before you're lunging towards him and hugging him tightly, your face burying against him as you finally touch him.

Parts of Simon feel guilty for finding some relief in your hug, especially since you needed one so bad. But a bigger part of him is just happy he can help you during this moment, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight against him.

"You'll be sound soon, mate. Just relax for me, alright?" He mumbles lowly, feeling you nod and relax into the hug. The desperation in your grip loosening, but you keep your arms wrapped around him.

After that moment, it seems the wall had been broken down.

You would find him wherever he was and sling an arm around his shoulder, asking him with a smile how his day was so far. Or he'd be making himself tea and grabbing a mug from the cupboards, only to feel your hand on his waist as you squeeze past him. You'd even plop down next to him, squeezing yourself half onto his lap and half onto the seat of the armchair he sits upon, happily talking to him.

He loves it.

But he especially loves seeing the rest of the 141 look on with wide eyes, as if they can't believe he isn't throwing you halfway across the room. Sure they know that's not how he'd actually react, plus they know he doesn't mind small touches here and there. But he knows it's a sight to see when he melts into your touch, not minding more than just a hesitant pat on the shoulder or chest.

What he didn't expect was for the others to start showing him affection too, emboldened by your actions and becoming more touchy with him. Suddenly Price isn't hesitating anymore when he taps his shoulder or chest, even smiling and calling him Simon even more warmly than before. Suddenly Gaz is bantering with him and putting an arm around his shoulder, no longer hesitant to make a harmless joke at Ghost's expense. Suddenly Soap is pulling him into a hug after Ghost is sent on a long solo mission, strong arms easily handling his weight as he marches him to the showers.

It's everything he's been wanting and more, soothing the stings and burning want in his chest that no longer appears. His mood becoming brighter as the days go on, and he knows everyone's picked up on it. All thanks to you, and the ease you have when it comes to affection.

- That's why it surprises him when he starts to crave more, his eyes wandering to your hands and face. Wondering what it is he could possibly want from you now, after all he has everything he's been aching for. What else is there for him to need or desire?

It isn't until you're all at the pub near the base, needing time to unwind from the common stressors of being in the military. He doesn't quite know what or who started this conversation, but he tries to pretend he isn't paying rapt attention to your words as he sips at his drink.

"Yeah I've had men, women, people of all genders in my bed before. Tried quite a few things and figured out exactly what I like." You say easily, not quite as buzzed from the one drink you have in your hand. Smiling when Gaz and Soap turn to you with interest, curiosity in their eyes.

"Really? Would have never thought you were all that experienced." Soap's surprised tone makes you laugh, landing a hand on his shoulder as your own shake in amusement.

"You thought I was a massive virgin? I'm hurt MacTavish." Making everyone chuckle before Gaz grabs your attention.

"So what did you figure out is exactly what you like? If you don't mind me asking." Gaz asks, eyes on you like a hawk that's found something quite interesting. Always being the one to want to know more about whatever he finds intriguing.

"Men. Preferably strong, tall, and manly. Makes them all the more sweeter when I take them apart." You pause, realizing you've just said a bit too much to your team. Making you duck your head slightly as an embarrassed grin makes its way across your face.

"That was a lot, maybe this drink is affecting me more than I thought." You all laugh it off, changing the subject seamlessly after some harmless teasing. But Simon?

Simon was reeling.

He can't help but imagine it. Those hands of yours wrapped around his length, slowly pumping him as your other hand's fingers pushing into him. Your mouth spilling out warm praise about how good he's being, how beautiful he is as you take him apart.... It has him clearing his throat and excusing himself to use the bathroom, unaware of how your eyes follow him with curiosity and guilt. Wondering if you've made him uncomfortable.

He's at the sink, the back of his mask rolled up so he can cool the back of his neck and lower face with water. Hearing you come in, giving you a glance before he continues to try and cool down.

"Hey, I'm.... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there. I know not everyone is alright with sexual topics being a bit vulgar." You mumble, avoiding his eyes in the mirror as you look away. Your words have him pausing, pausing for too long.

"I'll just go, I'm sorry Ghost." But that's wrong, his callsign is wrong coming from your lips when not on a mission. Something in his chest clenching as he rushes to grab your hand, stopping you from leaving.

"Don't apologize, or call me Ghost. I wasn't uncomfortable, you never make me uncomfortable." He whispers, letting go of your hand when you turn to face him.

"Then why'd you leave so stiffly and suddenly, Simon?" Murmuring under your breath, wiping off the wetness of your hand on your pants after his wet hand had grabbed yours. Uncertainty in your gaze as you look at him.

He hates that, never wanting you to be unsure around him.

He breathes in, warring with himself internally. Does he tell you the truth, that what you said had him hot and bothered? Wanting you to take him apart so skillfully, ruining him for anybody else. Or does he lie and say some other asinine thing to make you think the timing was just coincidental.

He pauses, before steeling himself. He'll tell you the truth, and hopes for the best case scenario. Even if things go south and you become awkward around him, he'll give you your space until things can hopefully settle once more.

"I left because what you described had me wanting it badly. I left because you got me all hot and bothered, and I didn't want everyone to see me shamelessly want beg you to take me apart." He tries to ignore the anxiety pooling in his gut as you take in his words, his already damp palms starting to become sweaty as he stands before you. Feeling like a weak schoolboy confessing to his crush, even locking his knees in place the second he feels them wobble.

God, Simon. Get it together.

The relief he feels when you smile at him, leaning in close as you slowly put your hands on his waist. A shudder running through him as you begin to whisper.

"You want me to take care of you, Simon? Take you apart until all you know is how my name tastes in your mouth?" Your voice pitched low, sensual. It has his breath hitching in his chest as he nods, probably a bit too enthusiastically when you laugh softly at him.

"Then come on, sweet thing. Let's head back to base and I'll take care of you, yeah?"

He's glad for his mask as he feels himself become flushed, letting you hold his hand and guide him back to the table with the others. Knees slightly wobbling at the way he can feel your thumb rub soothing circles on the back of his hand.

"Lads, Simon and I are heading back to base. He's not feeling too hot, and I'm feeling peaky myself. Probably a bug going around that's decided to hit us now." Easily creating an excuse, voice so nonchalant that if he didn't know you were taking him to base for other reasons, he'd believe it too.

After the others nod, say they hope you both feel better and that they are staying for a bit longer, you head off. Hand in hand towards the base that Simon wishes was a bit closer so you can have him faster.

When you finally get him into your room, he feels a bit out of his element. Sure he isn't a stumbling virgin, but usually Simon takes the lead. Having his flings moaning and crying out his name, melting into the sheets as he makes them come apart.

So he's a bit out of his depth, standing awkwardly in the middle of your room as you lock your door. Turning around and smiling knowingly at him, walking up to him and running your hands slowly down his arms.

"Relax, alright? Just let me lead, and I'll take good care of you Simon." Your voice sends a wave of heat through him, makes him swallow thickly and breathe out slowly.

"Alright." He echoes back just as soft and quiet, breath hitching in his chest as your hands move to his waist. Leaning forward to kiss his lips through his mask, then sensation making him shudder.

Your lips are distracting, even with the mask in the way, your hands just as much as well. He doesn't even realize that you've got him on laid out on the bed until you pull away from his lips, chuckling when he tries to lean up and follow them.

"Relax, be good for me yeah? I won't leave you wanting, doll." You peck his lips once more, teasing your hands at the hem of his shirt. Simon thanks his lucky stars he decided to forgo his usual layers and just wear a long-sleeve shirt instead. The heat of your hand radiating through that simple touch has him practically about to keen.

He nods, settling down and helping you remove his shirt. Gasping when your hands finally explore his body without a thin barrier blocking the feel of your skin against his. He bites down on his bottom lip when you begin to kiss and nip your way down to his chest, breathing out through his nose when your mouth meets his pecs.

Fuck. You're too good at this. Tongue swirling as you suck on his nipple, treating his chest like he's got the plumpest tits in the world. Your fingers coming up to play with the other side, making his back arch up into the sensations. He didn't even know he would enjoy his chest being played with so much, and the way you're going about it has him weakly moaning low in his throat as he fists the sheets.

"That's it love, sound so sweet for me. Doing so good, behaving perfectly." You nip at his pec, before bringing your mouth to the other one. Making Simon buck against you, breathless as he loses himself in the easy and pleasurable haze you're putting him in. He doesn't even notice the whimpers leaving his slack lips, because you're touching him so fucking good.

He whines, honest to god whines when you pull your mouth away to kiss further down. Licking and sucking your way down his stomach, kissing just below his navel. Nosing his happy trail as your fingers trace his belt, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"Can I?" Laughing lightly when he nods enthusiastically, already lifting his hips up to help you slide them off.

When he's bare under your eyes, you can't help the breathless noise you make as you drink him in. His flush chest is puffy and thighs spread wide, his thick length twitching against his stomach. He looks so delicious like this, surprising you when he reaches up and rips his mask off. Mouth wide open as he pants, and you're struck with the feeling that you did that to him.

"There you are pretty boy, so gorgeous." You hum out, kissing his thighs and smiling as his cock jumps the closer you get. You don't tease him for long, because you need to taste him and hear the sweet sounds he'll make.

Simon doesn't disappoint, crying out hoarsely when you lick slowly up his length. Throwing his head back and fisting the sheets when you take his tip into your mouth, hips squirming with the need to buck up more into your warm mouth. Making you huff through your nose, and hold his hips down, feeding more of his arousal down your throat.

You peer up at him through your lashes, humming around him at the sight you see. Flush chest heaving as he looks down at you, eyes teary and wide. Cheeks darkened by his blush that spans down the length of his neck and reaches up to the tips of his ears. Knowing he's getting close as his thighs tense around you, and his tip steadily leaks more into your inviting mouth.

Pulling off while wiping your mouth, you coo at him sympathetically when he protests. Claiming he was so close, and just needed a bit more. Making you lean down to finally taste those bitten red lips of his without his mask blocking the way, shushing the man up.

"Can I finger you? Unless you want to do things differently? Your choice love." You rasp, throat already beginning to sound wrecked from the fact you had his long length in your throat.

He groans but settles down, going pliant against the sheets while you reach into the nightstand next to your bed. Grabbing your lube, then kneeling between his legs after kissing him breathless. Smiling when he whines once more, letting himself watch you lazily through his wet lashes.

"That's it love, stay relaxed and sweet for me yeah?" Uncapping the lube and pouring it onto your cupped palm, closing and tossing it on the bed. You rub your hands together, slicking your fingers and warming the cold lube. His breathing beginning to calm down, only for him to jolt when one of your warm slick hands wrap around his length to stroke him slowly.

You scoot a bit closer, sitting back on your heels as your thighs hold his thighs up and open for you. His hole twitching as your pointer finger traces his rim slowly, getting him used to the feeling as your strokes quicken enough to distract him. Smiling when he breathes in sharply, biting down on his bottom lip as his hips roll up.

"You ever been opened up like this? Soft and slow?" You ask softly, sinking in the tip of your finger slowly when his mouth falls open to answer. Making the man groan as he shakes his head, fisting the sheets once more.

"No, never.... Never like this, like I'm fragile." He hums when your finger pushes in more, hole swallowing your finger easily because of how lax against the pillows he is. Shuddering when you begin to slowly explore and stretch his walls gently, hips bucking up with a moan when you graze his prostate.

"Right there love?" He nods at your question, eyes rolling back as you press and circle the gland with the pad of your finger. Leaning down to kiss and suck on his chest once more, his hand coming up to gently grab the back of your head. Unable to help his moaning as you play his body expertly, a piano under the hands of a pianist. A violin in the grasp of a violinist, a canvas being painted on by an artist.

"Fuck you sound so sweet, darling. Feels good doesn't it?" You mumble, lifting your head up to look at Simon's face. Cheeks flushed, lips spit-slicked and red, puffs of air escaping his mouth as he looks up at you. And God, you just can't help but taste his lips again. His sweet low moans adding to your pleasure of knowing this big man is all yours to slowly break apart, so strong yet mush beneath your touch.

"I need—fuck—another finger. Please." He pleads against your lips, leaning forward to slot your lips together. Whining into your mouth as another slick finger slides into him, your other hand speeding up its strokes. Punched out groans and gasps swallowed up by your mouth until you pull away, leaning back up to watch where your hands touch and push. Your eyes zoned in on making this man sing for you.

And that's exactly what you do, curling your fingers just right. Stretching him open on another finger, smoothing you thumb against his tip before smoothly stroking down his length. It's easy and mind numbing pleasure for him when he cries out your name, your name ringing in your ears and vibrating around your skull. Pulling your hand on his length away to clean up the mess he made, his cock twitching valiantly when your tongue darts out to lick it up. His eyes on yours as he shudders through the aftershocks, walls squeezing around your still fingers.

With how his chest heaves, you thought he wouldn't be able to go another round. Beginning to slowly take your fingers out when he reaches down to stop your wrist, slowly sinking back down onto your hand.

"We've got all night, and I want to see you taken care of too." He moans when your fingers are fully back in him again, letting go of your wrist to lean up on his elbows. Lazy smile on his face when he hears your sharp intake of breath.

"You're right, we do have all night don't we?" -

The next day you and Simon are clean and dressed, walking towards the rec room and wondering why none of the 141 wants to meet your eyes. You don't wonder for long when Price speaks up, tips of his ears red despite the professional look on his face.

"We all came back right after you two did. So we heard.... We heard everything."

Had you been lesser than, you would have hauled ass to your room. But luckily enough for you, it's Simon who puts a hand on your shoulder. Stopping you from making your great escape to never show your face again.

He leans close, masked lips pressing against your ear.

"Look at them, love. They aren't embarrassed, nor trying to embarrass us." He whispers, voice sending a shiver down your spine as you pay attention.

The other men were looking at you with curiosity, intrigue, desire. Making your eyes widen for a moment, before settling into the thought of taking apart each of the other members of this team. Imagining what each would taste and sound like, if they'd be as sweet as Simon.

And well.... Maybe Simon wouldn't mind sharing as long as he remains the one who's mostly benefitting from your touch.

#the best fic ive read in a while really

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