Idk What To Write If U Guys Have An Ideas Lmk!!

idk what to write if u guys have an ideas lmk!!

i also kinda wanna write for outer banks

Cold

Grumpy simon smut

Here you go since I’m bad at writing smut without plot like gr anyway I think this is cute he’s kinda jealous a bit grumpy

Also if you have requests send them in! I’m always looking for ideas.

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“So? Are you in?”

“…”

“Yes.”

“Good, you leave tomorrow. 6 am.”

…

That’s how I found myself on a helicopter in the early morning, being transferred to the base where task force 141 resides.

I stared out the window quietly, since I’d run out of things to talk about with the pilot. I see a large building come into view as we slowly start to descend.

The heli lands and I grab onto my large duffel bag, swinging it over my shoulder. I look over our surroundings and see four men standing in the distance. I recognize only one, captain price.

I step out and walk over towards the group, a smile on my face.

“Hi, I’m Alessandra.” I say as I look between them. “John price, I’ve heard about you, laswell

Says your one hell of a shot.” He smiles at me and I only nod along.

“Soap, you can call me John if ya like lass.” He says with a grin spread across his face, I can’t help but notice his hair, which is cut into a Mohawk. I smile at the friendly man and shake his hand.

“I’m Kyle, team calls me Gaz though.” He nods at me before crossing his arms.

I look over to the last man who stays silent before Soap speaks up. “This here is si-“

“Ghost.” He says cutting off soap. I nod and give him a small smile.

The walk me through the base and what missions may come up soon, before dropping me off at my room and letting me settle in.

I place the few items I have around the rooms before smiling to myself and exiting. I wander down the hallway to where I remember the kitchen was.

It smells good?

I walk in and see price in the kitchen, storing something in a pot. “Ooh what are you makin?” I ask curiously as I take a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Chilli, perfect for winter, no?” He glances at me and I nod. I turn my head as soap walks into the kitchen “he says it’s world famous” he grins “honestly he probably stole the recipe from some old woman” he says making me laugh.

Price serves us a bowl of chilli and a piece of bread on the side. I begin eating when I look around and notice Ghost is absent from the table.

Gaz must have noticed me looking around as he speaks up. “Doesn’t like to eat around new people” he shrugs “don’t take it personal” he says with a friendly smile.

We all finished our food and have moved onto to board games, which I have to say i am the best at by far.

We’re playing charades, which Ghost has decided to not show up for either.

I was partnered with soap, and we were winning by a lot.

“Okay three words.” Gaz nods at the captain “first word.” He starts waving his arms around like a distressed seagull.

“Uh..windmill” He shakes his head and starts doing the motion again. “Damn, uh..” the timer goes off and soap and I cheer.

“It was flying a kite! I was trying to do a flying motion like a chicken” he puts his head in his hands dramatically.

“Chickens are horrible at flying idiot!” Price shouts before we all burst out into laughter, soap practically falling to the floor.

We play a few more rounds before calling it a night and everyone starts to head off to bed.

I’m waking down the hallway as I hear price call out to me, I turn to look at him.

“So you know, you’ll be shadowing Ghost tomorrow. Just to get a feel of things round here.” He says before patting my shoulder and heading off somewhere.

I head off to bed, practically falling asleep as soon as my face hits the pillow.

…

I’ve been looking for a Ghost for a while now, since I was supposed to shadow him. But he really lives up to his name since he is nowhere to be found.

I reach a shooting range which seems to be empty until I spot him at the very last lane. I walk inside and stand a few feet away.

He puts his gun down and turns to face me, somehow sending I was there..

He gives me a blank look probably wondering what I was doing but not saying anything.

“Price said I would shadow you today, to get a feel for things I guess?” I say as he only sighs and starts to put his gun away.

“So where are we going? Do you have to do much around here or is it more like waiting for the next mission?” I wonder out loud as he stays silent which urges me to talk more.

“And about the mission, how do you guys plan them? Or is it price who does most of it and then you guys kinda just follow the plan.” I say not even facing him anymore as I ramble on.

“Jesus..” I hear him mumble under his breath as he starts to walk out of the room. “Hey! Where are you going lieutenant?” I ask as I trail behind him.

He walks down a long hallway, a few soldiers passing by us and giving him a nod. I look around curiously, not having yet explored this part of the base.

I follow him into a room at the end of the hall, which starts to look more like a office the more I glance around.

As soon as I fully step inside he’s slamming me against the door and locking it. “Don’t know how to be quiet, huh?” He asks as he pins my arms above my head.

I can only sit there and stare at him, fully at a loss for words.

“Acting all friendly with everyone, don’t you know when to shut up? Don’t you notice all the people eyeing you.” He says in a cold tone as his face is inches away from mine.

“Need someone to teach ya?” He stares me dead in the eyes. I nod my head at him slowly.

“Words sweetheart, words.” He mumbles as he looks down at me. “Yes..”

“Yes what?” He asks teasingly “yes..please.” I swear a see a smirk under that mask.

“That’s better.” He mutters before slowly lowering his head and lifting his mask just enough to show his lips. He kisses along my neck sloppily, leaving hickeys all over the place.

I let out small whimpers, trying to stay quiet in case anyone decides to walk by here. His hands roam down to my waist and gives it a little squeeze before he’s picking me up and putting me back down on his desk.

He slowly reaches down to my pants, harshly pulling them down without any warning. His hands find the hem of my panties and he tugs on them before looking up to me, seemingly for permission. I nod at him eagerly as he drops the to the floor, letting them fall in some unknown corner.

I hear heavy breathing and the sound of his belt clanging as he moves to undo it. His pants drop along with his boxers.

I look down and damn.

He moves closer, holding onto my thighs with his large hands. He lines it up with my entrance and slowly starts to push in, giving me a few seconds to adjust.

I let out whimpers and moans at the feeling of him inside, which only seems to feed his ego and make him more eager.

He starts to move, his pace slow at first. “Fuck, so tight..” he mumbles into my neck as he thrusts faster. “Doing so good f’me”

His hips rocks into me, pounding harder until I can practically feel his tip in my stomach. I let out loud moans at the feeling.

“Gotta stay quiet sweetheart, yeah?” I bite down onto my lip, trying to keep any sounds inside. He moves relentlessly, practically feral.

“Gho..” my voice is hoarse as I speak.

“Hm?” He says breathlessly. “M’ so close..gonna cum..” I whine into his shoulder. “Fuck, fuck..gonna cum for me? For your lieutenant?” He grunts into my ear as I only nod at him eagerly.

He holds onto my thighs harshly as I feel the waves of my orgasm hit me, hard. My legs shake a little but he holds them down, as he cums right after me.

“Think ya can give me one more?” He says cockily before he starts pounding into me again. I let out whines as he only goes harder this time.

“S’too much..” I moan out “you can do it, you’re doing so good.” He encourages as his hands find my waist and he clamps down on it.

“Fuck, gonna leave marks all over your body.” He grumbles “everyone will know who you belong to then.”

I stay silent, too lost in the pleasure he’s giving me to respond. I feel myself once again reaching a high and my hands find his back, probably leaving marks all over.

“You close?” He asks and I nod eagerly. I open my mouth a little as the feeling in my stomach rises. “You wanna cum?” He asks “yes!” I practically shout. “say your mine then.” He says coldly.

“I’m..yours, please..” I pant out as his grip on my waist tightens “good girl, so good f’me.” He says as I come undone on his cock.

Heavy breathing fills the room as he holds onto me tightly. Letting me relax in his arms before pulling out.

“Tired?” He ask softly and I nod against him. He picks me up and dresses me before leading me to my room and letting me fall asleep on his chest.

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MASTERLIST

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Miguel O’Hara

SERIES

Part one

Part two

SHORT STORIES

Miguel x female anomaly reader (Smut warning)

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

SHORT STORIES

cold, Grumpy simon x reader (Smut warning)

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JJ Maybank

DRABBLES

Best friend JJ (smut warning)

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Rafe Cameron

DRABBLES

Fake dating Rafe Cameron

Credit to @saradika for the dividers!

Miguel O’Hara

This is a part two to my first mafia!au Miguel fic, find it here

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Miguel pulled back, still looking smug at your heavy breathing and inability to stand still.

“goodnight sweetheart.” he says, before his usual expression is back on his face. He walks off down the hallway, as you only watch from the door.

you stand frozen for a moment, not sure what to make of the situation.

Eventually you make your way into your apartment, locking up and going to bed with the thought of him still on your mind.

Like he said, he shows up to your work. This time a little earlier and with a grin on his face.

“Your happy” you say to him, a smile playing on your face as you wipe down the counter.

he only nods, pulling out an envelope from his coat and placing it in front of you. “Got something for you.” he leans forward, pushing it closer to you.

You pick up the envelope curiously, inspecting it. “it wont hurt you muñeca.” he teases as you give him a look.

You open up the envelope and read the paper that was placed inside. It was..a job offer?

“Position opened up at my company.” he explains. “It’s an assistants job, nothin’ too difficult.”

He looks over at you expectantly. “well I..” you mumble, a bit unsure. “Promise you it’s better then here.” And he gets to keep an eye on you all day, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

You read over the contract slowly, eyes flicking between the words written down. “would i go for an interview soon or something?” you ask, looking back up to him.

He chuckles for a moment, finding something amusing. “You want it, the jobs yours.” he shrugs. “But..how i mean..they can’t possibly know if i’m qualified.”

“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he sighs. “Come in monday morning, 7 am.”

And with that he drives you home, wishing you goodnight an expecting to see you in a few days time.

Time passes unexpectedly quick, making you jittery and nervous as you walk down the cold concrete sidewalk.

the fall leaves grace the sidewalk and crunch beneath your new heels. The heels you had worn for this special day.

a excited smile is plastered across your features, as you open the door to the building.

you walk into the lobby, a red head woman sat at the front desk, typing away on her computer.

you walk up to her, placing the envelope he’d given you yesterday on the counter.

“Hello! i’m here for the uh..assistants job” you say with a small smile planted on your face. She looks at you then to the envelope.

She grabs it, inspecting the paper inside before giving a nod and lifting her eyes to meet yours.

“You can go on up hun, top floor.” he says plainly as she slides a key card over to you. you give her a nod and slip the card into your pocket.

You ride the elevator all the way up. The door dings and you step out, examining every inch of the room. you walk in a bit further, the waiting area seems empty.

suddenly a girl pops out, a cheery aura surrounding her. She gives you a smile and walks over.

she introduces herself as lyla and walks you through what you need to know about the job.

soon after she leaves you, so here you sit alone in the office waiting for the boss to show up.

the elevator dings and unexpectedly out steps Miguel, although your happy to see him he looks cold, colder then usual.

“Miguel!” you chirp up, standing and walking over to him. he only gives you a sjde glance before continuing to walk to the office door.

“Oh uh, Miguel i don’t know if you can go in there..the boss is out.” you say, trailing behind him.

he lets out a chuckle, though you don’t think there’s much humor behind it. He opens the door to the office, sliding a key card to unlock it.

He walks in the shuts the door behind him, leaving you a little confused at his actions and mood.

you slowly walk back to your desk, sitting yourself down and going through work when the memory of the first time you’d been in this office pops up.

the man who was bothering you, when Miguel walked in he called him..boss. God how could you not remember, it was so obvious.

how could a man like him not be the boss here, and he’d gotten you a job so quickly, of course.

The rest of the shift passes, leaving only half an hour left. You had only seen Miguel a few times, and each time was similar to the last.

he was almost silent, giving you only short worded answer to any of your questions. And the way he held himself seem different too.

It wasn’t like before, when he so kindly offered to drive you from work everyday. No, now he seemed arrogant, cold and completely uninterested.

You’d wondered if you had upset him, maybe said something wrong or annoyed him in some way.

You’d scrolled through emails and documents, endlessly doing work before something popped up that Miguel actually needed to be informed of.

You dreaded it. Especially since he seemed to be mad right now, or at least pissed off. Regardless, this was now your job.

you wondered if he’d be like this all the time, if working here was one big mistake. Yet you still walk to the large office doors that, file in hand as you prepare yourself to face him.

You knock curtly on the door, waiting for the standard ‘come in’ before entering.

you look around as you do so, plaques covering the shelves and walls. Along with some other more personal items.

“what is it..” he grumbles, not even looking up from his work. You step forward placing the file on his desk.

“They said it was urgent” You point to the small stack of papers that were neatly placed inside. You stand around for a few moments waiting for him to say something more.

“That all?” he asks, reaching for the documents and leaning back. You only nod.

you look down to him, hoping for the sweet man you knew yesterday to re appear.

“Miguel,” you say as he lets out a hum. “Have I..made you mad or something?” you ask cautiously.

“Y/N, i’m busy.” he waves you off not even looking up before going back to his work.

“i know but, i’m just a bit confu-“

“Y/n i said i’m busy, fuck off and bother someone else.” he says harshly slamming the pen he was holding down.

you nod timidly and stare for a moment, unsure what to do.

he says nothing after that, only ignoring you and going back to what he was doing as you awkwardly walk out.

after the uncomfortable shift you find yourself walking home, The dull street lamps barley lighting your path.

A gust of wind passes you by, making you shiver, pulling your light coat tighter. You really needed to get a car..

after walking for a while your apartment building finally comes into view.

you enter your apartment, swinging your coat on a nearby chair and going to your bedroom to put on more comfortable clothes.

After an hour or so of lounging around, reading books and watching tv you decide to turn in, feeling a bit concerned about miguels behaviour keels you up all night, and by the time morning comes you don’t feel or look so good.

You stare in the mirror, tired written all over your face. you move through your morning routine like a sloth and eventually make it out the door. Although his change of attitude threw you off, you still couldn’t afford to lose this job by being late.

The elevator door opens with a ding as you step onto the top floor, where Miguel’s office is located.

Lyla gives you a concerned look as you walk up to her, but says nothing. She hands you a small stack of papers and asks you to bring them too the boss.

you push open the doors and silently walk over to his desk, he looks at you for a quick second before doing a double take.

Your about to walk away as Miguel grabs onto your arm, a worried look written on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asks, earning an eye roll from you. You mumble a quiet ‘mhm’ and try to walk away. To which he stands up.

he walks around the desk swiftly, standing directly in front of you. He reaches out to grab your hands with his own, but you move away quickly.

A disappointed look crosses his face but he leaves it and walks back to his desk, looking like a sad puppy with his tail tucked between his legs.

The day is coming to an end and Miguel’s patience has only gotten thinner, he’s snapping at everyone for anything he can think of.

you hear him barking orders at an assistant just as your packing up, sighing to yourself as you say goodbye to lyla and leave.

you arrived home an hour or so ago, lounging around and putting off making dinner.

that’s when your phone rings, you glance over and see miguel’s contact flash across the screen.

you honestly don’t really feel like talking to him, but he is your boss now so regardless you pick up.

the line is silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything. Then your hear a gruff voice.

“Y/n?” he says to which you stay silent “Y/n, say something please.” you groan internally before answering him.

“Hi miguel..” you say quietly as he sighs in relief. “do you need something?” you ask him.

“yeah i..” he pauses “i’m sorry muñeca, you know i never meant to treat you like that. That was..” he trails off as you cut his sentence short.

“why did you hire me? you had no reason too and you clearly don’t like me very much..” you mumble to the phone.

“what? sweetheart of course i like you, I’m..Im sorry, Somethin’ happened and m’no good at telling people i trust bout that sort of thing.”

you stay silent.

“please let me make it up to you, i’ll take you for dinner and we can talk bout it, how’s that’s sound huh?” he sighs “i want to spend more time with you and..and i for sure fucked up so please, let make it up.”

you smile a little at how persistent he is, and your sure he can hear it as you speak. “okay, fine” he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you sweetheart, i’ll see you tomorrow at work, alright?” he clicks his tongue “And call me if ya need anything.”

you say yours goodbyes and hang up the phone

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this was in my drafts for so long and i just wanted to put it out so here you goo!

i need more of this PLEASE

virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!

Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.

One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.

Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?

So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.

All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.

Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.

Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?

Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:

"Stay. Don't move around girl."

And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.