Simon 'Ghost' Riley X POC! Reader Pt.2
Warnings: NSFW, harsh dirty talk, british dirty talk lmfaooo, some sweet fluff at the end
Happy Valentines Day <3 sorry for the wait and I'm sorry if he's out of character, but I had a lot of fun writing it this way.
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Ghost stared at the snow’s glittering runway on the horizon’s surface while the sun began to set. His eyes were relaxed and content, not truly thinking about anything for once while he adjusted his black beanie and mask a bit. He would’ve preferred to be wearing his old Air Force bomber but he’d much rather see you wearing it like it was a trophy while he took comfort in knowing you were warm and happy in it.
He’d never admit that over the time you’ve worked together, he’d grown quite attached. Lately, you’d become his private escape in his mind. When the mission came to an end, as much as everyone wanted to give a sigh of relief, you had reached an even bigger bombshell and lead.
Makarov festered in your minds for a good while, however, Price encouraged the team to loosen up and have fun. Or at least to the best of their abilities. The bright side was everyone had about a two week leave, you having one so you and Laswell could get a quicker head start on planning and research.
Everyone talked amongst each other except for you and Ghost. You sat next to each other, separating yourself from the side conversations and only uttered low words to keep your privacy.
Ghost swore that every time he saw the dim lowlight of the bar and scattered neon hit your beautifully colored skin, he felt like the peace in his heart was being illuminated and rising to his eyes like it once did many years ago. As for you, Ghost’s words from when he found you injured and being carried by Rudy on the Los Vaqueros base rang in your mind like your mother’s favorite song.
After Rudy cleared the area and Soap distracted Graves’s tank away from your position, he began to tend to the nasty gash that went from your hip to your knee on the outer part of your leg. You and Rudy fought tooth and nail until Graves blew up a building that was just close enough to send a good chunk of razor-sharp shrapnel flying past your leg and blowing you back onto the concrete.
Your lip was bleeding and there was a gash right over both corners on the left side of your mouth. Rudy gave a slightly frustrated sigh as he pulled out a bandage roll from one of his tactical pockets, “I’m so sorry, mi hermana. Backups on the way, just hang on for a bit.”
You furrowed your brow and grunted, “I-…I think I can walk. If anything…ngh, its my fucking lip that hurts…h-holy shit…AGH!”
Rudy winced, “Forgive me, but you’ll thank me later. I hope.”
You quickly pulled your spare pistol out of your hip holster and shot down three other enemies before Rudy shielded you with himself; a loud BOOM followed by a wave of pure heat washing over the two of you. Black overtook your vision as your eyes began to feel like fallen marbles.
You gasped at the sudden upside down turn of the world, “Wha-“
“I got you, love, it’s alright now.”
The name echoed in your mind.
You winced as he put you across his shoulders, “Don’t…touch me….bassstard…”
“Easy, bookworm. Don’t speak and keep your eyes open, you hear me?! That’s a bloody order!”
You scoffed drowsily, “I dare you to order me….bitch….heh.”
On the plane, Ghost set you down as gently as he could, allowing your legs to take up his own seat. Price rushed over to you and sighed, “Quite the nasty one you’ve got there, aye love?”
It didn’t feel the same as when Ghost said it.
You gave a tired moan in response, “Tell that Party City reject….I…said thank you…”
Soap looked over at your leg as well, “Bloody fuckin Jesus, lass.”
“I’m Scottish, actually….”
Ghost leaned in close to you, putting his hand on your forehead as gentle as he could, making you give a close-eyed pout, “Ugh.”
Your Lieutenant huffed, “You’re no demon on the field that’s for sure, but you fight like hell, don’t you?”
A smirk, “Damn right, Skullface.”
Now, you walked with a limp. But that simple and common nickname made you feel something. Something deep inside you but light; it felt like a gentle caress for your soul. It quite literally lit you up. You knew the name probably meant nothing…but you just couldn’t let it go. It festered and grew to the point of where you were actually more nervous than you should’ve been when he left you in the infirmary to finish the job in Chicago. You wanted him to come back safely so he could hold your hand gently like he did before he left, what he assumed was, your sleeping beauty like form.
You hated the power he had over you so suddenly. How dare he. He has to know what he’s doing, right? Or did he suddenly have you wrapped around his finger just because you were delirious and high on adrenaline? He…you sighed. ‘He was probably just fucking with me…,’ you frowned at the floor.
“Say it again? I couldn’t hear you, love.”
You were quickly brought out of your thoughts at his question, “Er…I don’t like that you’re letting me wear your jacket. Are you really not cold in this weather?”
Ghost huffed in amusement, a puff of vapor wisping away into the air through his mask, “No. Being deployed to random locations means random climates. You adapt.”
He smiled slightly at the sound of your slight chuckle, “Just say you’re a reptile, it’s okay.”
You stood beside him, watching the mix of colors in the sky, “Be careful on the next mission, Ghost. You hear me?”
Ghost nodded as he looked down at you, his eyes void of any amusement, “Always.”
Something about his stern sureness made your stomach tighten while his voice became so mind numbingly addicting, you could practically taste it. It was thick and sweet like caramel.
As he watched you, he thought of the name Alejandro gave you. Demonia didn’t suit you; not to him. Sure you were capable of killing and doing it well, but so was Soap and his name was the last thing that would have others looking over their shoulders. No. You didn’t make him tense and ready himself for action, you made him relax and soften his eyes.
He made you feel safe. So safe that when you the shadows darkened on his face, youd forgotten the threats that lurk in darkness. Your eyes always relaxed and sometimes he could swear they even sparkled like the water tonight.
You gave his favorite smile, “Always a pain in my ass.”
He huffed, “Not too sure I mind that if it’s yours.”
The heat in your face quickly rose as you punched his stone solid bicep, “SHUT UP!”
Ghost took hold of your fist, making you regret your decision quickly until he pulls you closer. He didn’t say a word. His stare was intense and made you practically stop breathing out of sudden self consciousness.
You held back a whimper as his free hand gently grazed over the wound on your leg through your jeans. His voice was husky and thick. You swore you the two of you could’ve melted the snow around you.
“You’ll be okay while I’m gone, won’t you, love?”
Vapor left your nose in a scoff of amusement again, “Why wouldn’t I be? I fight like hell, don’t I?”
You watched as he looked around and whispered to you, “Come back to my flat?”
Without hesitation you nodded.
Neither of you knew or cared how you got here. One minute you were at the bar, the next you were on his bed straddling his thighs and grinding yourself against him in a heavy make out session. You panted as he tossed his mask off, desperate to feel your callusing hands in his hair. You’d seen his face before to welcome you to Ghost Team but even now, you were left breathless. Simon didn’t allow you to ogle for too long though as he buried his face in your neck, licking the sweet spots where he could taste your perfume and skin together.
It truly was sweet. Sweet saccharine coating his tongue that caused his hips to begin to thrust harsher and rougher into your quickly dampening center. Your moans were music to his ears while he chose to ignore the potential moral dilemma of figuring out whether or not he liked hearing you moan in pain or pleasure. Simon decided to test that theory by giving a nasty SMACK to your supple ass, making you whine loudly.
“S-Simon! Ah,” you yelped. You could hardly catch your breath before he captured your lips in his own again, panting heavier at your responses. He loved the volume that came with you being in pain. He wasn’t a very loud lover himself, but he adored and ached for your sounds to challenge the gunfire that had interrupted your silences on the field.
“Knew you’d like that, bloody slag,” he grunted against your skin. Simon’s large, rough hands ran themselves up your shirt, practically yanking it over your head, before gripping your hips and pushing you down against his hard, clothed cock, “Don’t be shy. I know you want this. If you hold back, you’ll get worse than what’s in store for you.”
You whimpered through heavy lids and even heavier pants. You were submitting faster than you wanted. It was embarrassing to have fallen to his command so quickly. So you slowly slid your hands down from his hair to the sides of his neck and squeezed, “Maybe that’s exactly what I want, Simon. Mmm, fff-fu-uck! Hah, fuck, I want you to fuck m-me…”
Simon had never felt the pleasurable pressure around his neck before, but he didn’t have the heart nor desire to stop you. How could he when you submitted and begged so quick and perfect for him? As much as he wanted to take his time with you, he was still human despite what the team might think. He roughly and tightly held your jaw in his large han; running his thumb over your bottom lip slowly. You sighed a blissful nirvana as you licked his thumb and held his wrist, giving a look that he knew only the devil would use to tempt man.
“Fuck me, Simon. Fuck me like you hate me,” you enticed.
Simon couldn’t help but let out a small grunt of pleasure and submission to your words. He knew the game you were playing. But would it be so bad to lose this one time? To lose to you? Could he trust that possibility? For once, he thought he didn’t care about losing. Especially to you. If anything, that’s what he truly wanted.
It was malicious; the speed he possessed as he pinned you to the mattress and ripped your clothes off. You didn’t bother wondering what you were gonna wear to go back to your own flat the next day. If he let you go there at all. You whined and moaned as he slid his fingers against the wetness of your desperate, starved pussy.
“D’you always get this fuckin’ sloppy when you see me, love?”
You pulsed at that damn nickname. That fucking nickname you always got weak in the knees for. Fuck standing, you’d live on your knees for this man above you if you could. You let out a breathy whimper, “Mmm…mm mm.”
Simon scoffed, “You quite liked that, didn’t you, love? You like when I call you that?”
He furrowed his brow and harshly grabbed your neck, squeezing just enough to make you open your mouth before he spat into it and kept a tight pinch on your throbbing clit, “Answer me, slag. Now. You know better than to ignore your Lieutenant, yeah? I know you do.”
You cried, “Ha-ah!! Y-yes, sir! I-I love it! I-..ah! I a-always get this w-…wet…when you call me that..!”
Simon found a certain innocent charm in the shyness of your confession, “That’s a good girl. Behave while I fuck what’s mine, got it? You’re lucky I’m giving you this much so soon.”
You held back a whimper as he gently rubbed your clit in apologetic caresses and circles, “Y-yes..sir…hah, fuck Simon. Ple- Ah~!”
His pace reflected exactly how he fought. Quick, harsh, and damn near godly. The only thing he could focus on as he rammed his large, thick size into you was the moonlight on your naked being. A goddess of the night and rebirth. Taking you felt holy. Like he was being baptized and reborn into a better man than the one he once thought was long gone and dead like his childhood memories.
This was his confession. Of love, sin, and desire. A desire to hold you forever in his arms. A desire to forever keep you as happy and pleased as you are now. He wanted to be all you looked forward to seeing and being beside. His Holy Goddess that brought him back into the light of safety and temporary, blissful peace.
Your nails dug into his back, desperately trying to get his body inhumanely closer to your own. The sounds of his pleasurable grunts and filthy phrases of encouragement sent shocks so vigorously reviving, you would’ve believed Zeus struck the two of you for being the dirtiest sinners alive. But if a love and carnal passion like this was such a bad thing, then you didn’t want anything to do with anyone’s god or version of heaven. This was your heaven. Your nirvana. Your true point of enlightenment.
The closer Simon got to his climax the sloppier his kisses on your lips and body became, “Wait for me. I want you to wait for me, love. Please. Will you, when I’m away? Hm? For me? Please?”
His begging and half whimpers sent you into oblivion as you bit your lip and cried, “M-Mhm! Y-yes, Simon, I’ll wait! I’ll wait as long as you want me too, my love. I love you! Hah fuck, I love you!!”
Simon’s lips crashed into yours as he kept your body pressed against his chest while he thrusted so fast that if you were in an apartment, you’d’ve been scared of the headboard breaking through to the neighbor’s wall. As the two of you climaxed together, stars and swirls of rainbows filled your eyes while Simon never loosened his grip on your body; holding you in a tight, warm embrace.
Your minds were blank. Nothing but lust-filled chemical concoctions attempting to settle themselves down in your minds while eyelids began to grow heavy with delirium and tranquility. As you began to doze off, Simon pulled the covers over the two of you and pulled a spare mask from his nightstand, replacing the old one and once again preserving his features. You whispered, “Don’t leave me yet, Simon…stay…”
Your lieutenant stared as your eyes closed while he laid back down beside you. His heart fluttered at the sight and feel of you cuddling into him for warmth, “You’re much better than your big jacket.”
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