I'm Lucid and welcome to my fanfiction blog. She/They. 26. I write romance with angst, smut, and fluff. I have a thing for dark characters with skull motifs. I do take requests so do not be shy! Minors DNI!
(Warning: All stories contain plot and smut. The only exception is the short imagines which are just smut or fluff. Stories may also include angst, violence, gore, and strong language. Read at your own risk.)
Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀
💞 Multi-Part Stories:
🗡️ Taste Like Venom (Ghost x Assassin!reader) - Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10
👑 First Light (Ghost x Princess!reader) - Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10
💋 Black Blood Red Kiss (Ghost x Vampire!reader) - Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ TBC
💘 Requested One-Shots:
🔩 Nuclear Date Night ~ Hate to Love ~ Ghost x 141!reader (fem!reader, weaponsengineer!reader, codename: Byte)
Pairing: bodyguard!Ghost x princess!reader (fem!reader)
Word Count: 3.8k
CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, physical abuse by parents, opposites attract, forbidden love, slow burn, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, kissing, fingering, p in v, vanilla, virginity loss
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: After receiving death threats from a mysterious terrorist organization, your royal parents make a decision to reach out to the United States for help. Specifically, they want the US to send a bodyguard to protect their precious princess. When the 141 is called upon to investigate, Ghost is the one assigned to protect you. With your lack of experiences outside of your royal life and his experience with nothing but deadly, worldly affairs, opposites attract.
Chapter Synopsis: A year and a half turned into two years. Loving a military man was indeed tough, but despite the challenges, Ghost and you were still going strong. Then, now, and forever. (Smut alert!)
Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10
“Congratulations, Queen Y/n, on this new chapter of your life.” The first president of Stuocca remarked, giving you a genuine smile among the barrage of flash photography.
You gave her a gentle look, one that inspired confidence in her position. “Please, just Y/n is fine with me. I am grateful to see my country in such capable hands.”
More pictures were taken, press shouting over each other to try to have their questions answered. They were ignored, for now, as you signed the final constitution revoking your royal title and power over the country. As the ink of your signature dried, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders.
Finally, you were free.
This was two years in the making. After Simon left, you spent another couple of weeks recovering and then planning for the end of Stuocca monarchy. Working together with your father, the leader of the attempted resistance, and regular citizens, it was decided that the best choice was to have an elected president.
They had tried to get you to run, having proved yourself as a capable and generous leader, but you were insistent on moving on with your life. The leader of the resistance didn't want to be the president either. He had only wanted to open the channel towards democracy. Thus, a two year long constitution project began.
It was a lot of time and work to write a thorough document with plenty of checks and balances. There were public hearings, voting, and executive decisions to consider during the entire process. Even if you were going to sacrifice your power, you gave everything you had to ensure future leaders would be qualified and accountable at all times.
Signing the finalized document representing the wishes of its citizens was like finishing a marathon. At times, you thought you would die of exhaustion. Now, you couldn't be more proud of what you accomplished.
After the signing, an afterparty was planned. The party was open to the public on palace grounds, the new center of political work. Gone was your old bedroom and priceless works of art. Gone were royal jewels passed down through generations. You didn't need any of it anymore. All of it was sold, donated, or traded for more important things such as granting all citizens with a universal basic income and healthcare.
You didn't feel like attending the afterparty. There was sure to be more people to talk to even if you were no longer in charge. Your social battery had long since burnt out, your body craving the soft comfort of your own bed.
Someone tapped you on the shoulder as you walked with the crowd in the pristine halls. Turning around, you met your father, tears of pure joy in his eyes. “I'm so proud of you, my sweet daughter. It's been a long journey, but I think that it was well worth all the effort. Are you attending the party?”
You looped your arm around your father's naturally as you walked. Some royal habits still stuck. “Thank you for your recognition. I plan on celebrating in my own way back home. A week-long nap should make me feel celebrated enough.”
He chuckled as he led you the way towards a back exit, aiming to grant this wish of yours. “Sounds like a great time! And what of Lieutenant Ghost? Will he be celebrating with you soon?”
Your bright grin began to dim, your heart aching in your chest. “He hasn't written back in a while. I'm hoping that he's just busy with his new mission.”
The former king clicked his teeth in annoyance, yet quickly followed in a disappointed sigh. “I'm sorry, sweetie. You know, even when you start to get wrinkles from aging, I will always be your dad to help you out. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you.”
At that, your mood picked up slightly. Your father has really changed since the beginning of all the chaos. Ever since his late-wife's passing, he was more free to be the father he wanted to be, not the king always under a social microscope. “Thank you, dad.”
“Have a wonderful rest of your night, Y/n. Get plenty of rest. You deserve it.”
“You as well. Enjoy your retirement!”
“You betcha, kiddo!” Your dad gave you a pair of thumbs up, making you giggle as he headed towards the afterparty. You headed out in your own direction, finding your car in a private lot to take back home.
The drive to your quaint house was pleasant. The streets were alive with celebration. Citizens dancing, chatting, and laughing in the streets. Plenty of police ensured safety, but there was a level of camaraderie between citizens and authority. You even noticed a few sharing drinks with one another. It was a good night for everyone.
Your house was on the outskirts of the capital city, a place on the edge of the countryside. It was a humble home, three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It was purchased with some of your royal inheritance, a set amount of money you kept for yourself to ensure a comfortable life, but no more than you had to keep. Now that everything was over, you were thinking about finding a new job. A new passion. Yes, you were going to take time off, however, you couldn’t do nothing for forever.
You unlocked your front door and stepped inside, a subtle, tired sigh blowing past your lips.
“That knackered, Princess?”
Looking up towards your living room, you saw your long-distance lover, sitting on your couch quite comfortably. Tears began to fill your eyes as you rushed into his arms almost before Simon even had a chance to stand up. He inhaled your scent deeply as he held you tight, having missed this for two years too long.
He had meant to visit earlier. Work got in the way of that. It was important work, but when he heard about his extended deployment, it nearly broke his heart. Now that he was here, your tears of joy soaking his shirt, his heart hammering in his chest, he couldn’t imagine himself being apart from you ever again.
Pulling back to wipe your tears, you got a better look at the face you dreamed about every night. He hadn’t changed much from what you could tell. His eyes were still so warm like fresh hot cocoa. His scars were still bold against his skin, reminding you of all the sacrifices he makes to keep the world safe.
You couldn’t help yourself any longer. Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed him. Without a second thought, he reciprocated, leaning down to ease your strain and giving back each kiss you gave tenfold. Your arms wrapped around his neck, encouraging more of his embrace. More of his kisses. Each kiss became more passionate as emotions overflowed. Before you both knew it, Simon was pressing your back against the wall, his arms holding you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.
His tongue dove in, groaning in such arousing satisfaction to taste you once again. You were a hot cup of tea, perfectly balanced and the cure for all of his loneliness that has been building since the day he had to leave you. The taste of him also made you melt further into the moment, your moans charged with electric indulgence.
You could feel his growing hard-on within the confines of his rough jeans press against your crotch, your legs tightening around him to bring him even closer. Obeying your clear desire for more, he swiped his tongue against yours in a heated tango, allowing you to wrap around him as much as you wanted.
As you caught your breath, he playfully kissed your neck. “I missed you, my princess. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
His voice was a light in the dark. Phone calls were rare when Simon was on duty. You nearly forgot how it sounded. It sent a shiver down your spine, his voice a song of deep cello. “I missed you too, Simon. I missed you so much.”
“Mmn, show me how much you missed me.” He nibbled your ear, causing you to gasp and bite your lip. Despite feeling like complete mush with each teasing motion, you guided his face to face yours for more kisses. This time, you pushed past his lips to explore his mouth, his grip on your hips tightening as you showed him just how much you couldn’t live without him.
He couldn’t help but start grinding into you, aching to take you after all this time apart. Holding you so you wouldn’t fall, he began moving the action from the living room to your bedroom. Fingers tangled up in his blonde locks, feeling smooth to the touch. As he settled your back against the mattress, your hands landed on his reddening cheeks.
Taking one of them, he brought the palm to his lips. For a second, he closed his eyes and basked in your touch. “It’s your first time, right? Be careful or else you might encourage me too much.”
“What if that’s what I want?” You admitted, your heart racing faster every second that he looked at you with such loving eyes.
“Then it would be a sin to deny my princess what she wants.” Simon smirked, your confidence bringing on a bliss he couldn’t deny. The truth was that he had been dreaming about taking your virginity. To have you open your arms and allow him to put you through pain and euphoria. When he had time to himself on a near never occasion, he jerked off to the thought of you becoming his in a way that could never be erased.
Like hell he was going to pass up his chance.
He zipped off your dress and drank in your body. You were healthy. Perfect in every way. Even your bullet scar that stubbornly refused to lighten over time was a halo on your skin. “Fucking hell. . . I fucking missed you, Y/n.”
Before you could respond back, Simon had a nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling as if licking his favorite treat. Your eyes fluttered and you ran your delicate fingers through his hair once more. It seemed like ages ago since the last time you were so intimate together. Everything he did was felt tenfold, an electricity in the air that made every inch of your skin sensitive to the touch.
You bit your lip and moaned, hips grinding up to remind him to not wait too long to make you officially his. His hard-on strained against his zipper, finally pushing him to take off his jeans along with his shirt. The feeling of your bare skin against his nearly had him melt right there.
Simon’s dick twitched as he peppered kisses along your breasts. He took extra time feeling your softness under his calloused hands. How firm your perfect buds were against the most heavenly pillows on Earth. Oh, and how your plush thighs squeezed his waist as you attempted to feel him against you. Your breathy whimpers made your impatience clear as day.
“Patience, princess. Your first time is probably gonna hurt. Don’t wanna hurt you any more than I have to. . .” He reminded you and to himself. God damn was his patience also getting thin. Especially when you whined like a spoiled princess.
“Mnn, but I’ve been waiting so long, Simon. . .”
He kissed further down your body and stripped you of your panties. Opening your legs revealed a hot, sticky, needy mess that really showed him how eager you were for this day. Gently, he pressed his finger against your slit, swiping your wetness up to your clit to make you more comfortable. You shuttered and tried not to buck your hips too much.
Kissing the inside of your thighs, Simon began to leave light hickeys. “I’ve been waiting for a long time too, so it’s really important for me to prepare you. Be my good girl, yeah?”
A thick digit slipped inside you, the movement smooth as silk thanks to your arousal. However, you felt the pressure within you just from his large finger alone. It made your breath catch in your throat. Your toes curled as he pumped into you slowly. Cautiously. After a minute, the tense pressure faded into something blissful.
Simon felt you relax as you got used to the sensation, his thumb pressing against your pearl to make you feel even better. He watched carefully as he pushed in and out. Not too fast. Not too rough. Slick coating his fingers like dipping them in sweet glaze. When he looked up at your face, he caught you looking down at him. Your arms reached out to him. “Simon. . . I want you closer.”
He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he pushed himself up to lay by your side. His finger never left, only continued delivering pleasure that seemed to travel to the tips of your hair. Kissing your cheek, he slowly pushed another finger in. Your teeth clenched hard as that pressure came back, brows scrunching as you waited for it to pass. Your lover whispered praises into your ear that made you weak in all of your muscles. “That’s a good girl. There you go~”
Moving his fingers once more, he took your lips. Eating up your moans like sugar, he pumped deeper into you at a steady pace. Thumb pressing harder against your throbbing clit that nearly made you bite him on accident. As he continued to prepare you, your hand went past his boxer’s waistband and touched the tip of his leaking cock. As his pre-cum spread against your skin, he gave a low groan and stopped your hand by the wrist.
“Fuck, Y/n, not tonight. Gonna have me embarrass myself if you do that.” He confessed, his heart going a million miles an hour. He appreciated you wanting to touch him. Truly, it was like turning down a free ticket to nirvana. Painful. Wasteful. But you were much more important than him. Like hell he was going to blow his load early in front of you.
Your small giggle made the tips of his ears turn pink. The joy it gave you that Simon could lose his composure like that was too much for you to hold back. “Next time then?”
“Since when did you become such a naughty little princess?” A third finger entered you, this time the aching pressure not showing itself. You gasped as you saw a flash of white, a pleasure point being teased enough to have your legs shaking. Simon hummed in satisfaction, peppering kisses against your neck.
More and more moans filled the air as he reached the legendary g-spot. No amount of reading or porn could have truly prepared you for just how good it felt to be teased there. “Simon~! Th-There~!”
He could feel you getting tighter. Wetter. So hot and bothered that it was infectious. More beads of pre-cum escaped his tip and stained his boxers. Each cry for him made his head spin. Deeper. Faster. Anything to make you cum. Anything to make up for all the time spent apart.
Finally, you came. Clenching his fingers in a vice, you spilled all of your honey all over his hand. Your legs kicked out electricity, your head filled stars from the heavens. You had nearly forgotten that only Simon could make you cum like that. As much as you did try to achieve that intensity by yourself thinking of him, it was never as good.
But, you weren’t ready to be done yet. After regaining your breath, you turned towards him, a look of pure yearning swimming in your eyes. Without words, he knew what you wanted.
Slipping out of his boxers, he lined himself up with you. Taking time to coat himself thoroughly with your wetness, he began to talk you through it. Damn, he was more nervous than he thought he would be. His heart could crawl out of his ribs right now. “If it hurts too much, let me know and I’ll pause. Take as much time as you need to get used to it. And if you wanna stop at anytime, let me know. I-”
“Simon, I trust you. I want to be yours.” You reassured so confidently that his heart nearly stopped beating. He didn’t notice it before, but he was shaking. A first for him. But your words did the trick. If you were willing to give your virginity to him so resolutely, then who was he to deny his beautiful princess.
Extra slowly, he began to push his length inside you. The tip entered fine, however, when his girthy shaft started, you felt the pain. Your breath stalled by instinct, your nails digging into his arms. “Breath in, princess. Inhale. Exhale. Nice and steady.”
As you took deep breaths, you felt the pain start to reside. Simon really was being as gentle and considerate as he could with you. Without you even asking, he had stopped all of his movements. Even if it was absolute torture for him to be stopped inside the most flawless woman in the world, he did it for you. Only for you.
It was only when your body released the tension that he began to push in further. Still at the pace of sweet molasses, you gradually took him deeper and deeper until, finally, he was all in. There was a slight bulge in your stomach from his size, a sight that nearly had him lose all of his inhibitions. Underneath him, you were trembling with pleasure and pain. Christ, you were bloody stunning.
“You alright?” He checked, never being able to live with himself if he hurt you too bad. It already made him feel guilty putting you through this inevitable pain.
“Y-Yeah. . . I’m okay. You can start moving.” You sighed, your body starting to get used to his large size.
As soon as Simon made his first thrust, his heart soared. His dick twitched and leaked. His eyes rolled. It was impossible to contain just how much he enjoyed this. “Oh fuck, princess. . . Bloody hell, you feel so good~”
The constant praises and audible euphoria from the person you loved most in the world was more than enough to ignore the lingering pain. The emotional bond you felt brought so much comfort and bliss that you felt the familiar fire of passion set in again. Moans got heavier. Breathier. They morphed into a song that Simon dreamed about every night.
Intertwining your hand in his, he made love to you. Deeply. Sensually. Each purposeful thrust sought to etch his existence into your heart and body forever. More and more, you became his. And of course, he became yours.
The gradual pull and push of his long length made you feel every inch. Every throb. A fiery heat that threatened to melt him together with you. Your eyes met his, a troubled expression gracing his features as he tried to keep it together. Such a look made you wrap your legs around his hips, forcing him closer with no escape. His eyes widened. “Princess-”
“Simon~!”
“Princess~” He agreed, once more not needing too many words to understand that you needed more. That you wanted him to not hold back. He thrusted faster. Nothing could ever compare to you. How good you made him feel physically and emotionally. Pressing his luck, he pistoned deeper, hitting that spot that made you beg earlier.
You screamed as he hit that spot for you again. There was a dull ache as he pushed you to the limit, but you could never imagine asking him to stop. Especially when you could feel him getting close to climaxing. His harder grip, shaky groans, and glimmering eyes told you that he was about to explode. Being the considerate lover that you are, you wanted that for him.
Arms looped around his neck, fingers pulling his hair, you pulled him down for a tender french kiss. Feeling his tongue slide against yours so hotly sent shiver after shiver down your spine. With you taking initiative, he couldn’t resist your encouragement. Simon’s hips staggered and he closed his eyes before pressing as deep as he could go. You winced, but took it. If it was Simon, you could take anything and everything.
Like shots of fire, he unloaded over two years worth of yearning into you. So much so that he felt lightheaded for a moment. He knew that you would be the best he would ever have. This proved that you were so much more.
Taking a moment to regain his composure, he remained on top and inside you. You also felt the need to catch your breath, but no desire for him to leave just yet. You liked his weight on top of you. You could feel how hard his heart beat as his chest pressed against yours.
When his eyes opened to meet yours, he couldn’t stop the words from escaping his tongue. “Marry me.”
You froze, unsure if you heard him right. “Pardon?”
“Shit, I wanted to do that better.” Simon cursed, inwardly scolding himself for letting his heart get ahead of his brain.
“Wait, what?” You curiously questioned, not quite believing what he was inadvertently saying.
Simon rolled over to settle you on top of him. Still holding you close, he cupped your cheek. “I planned on proposing pretty soon after I came back. Got a ring and everything. But I didn’t plan on asking you like this. Guess I couldn’t help myself. But. . . what do you say? Marry me?”
Without a second thought, you leaned down and kissed him. A strong, assured kiss that left no doubt in Simon’s mind that you did indeed want to be with him to the end of his days just like he wanted to be with you.
A grin brighter than the stars in the sky painted your face. Finally, you will have your knight in shining armor forever. “I will!”
Imagine: Simon Riley has taken an interest in you, the base's archive librarian, ever since he started taking quiet refuge in the space when the outside became overwhelming. It's hard to follow the "Stay Quiet" rule when he is insistent on making you cry in pleasure.
A weight lifted off of Ghost's broad shoulders as soon as the heavy door closed behind him, hiding him away from Soap's onslaught of pressures to hang out after work. He didn't mind going to the usual pub, but this time the request was a full blown strip club. The fact that Ghost said no in the first place made Soap have a personal goal of wearing him down.
When you asked if he needed assistance, he finally noticed that he wasn't alone in the room that was normally dead. You were sitting behind a desk, a fictional book in your lap to pass the time and a glimmer of interest in your captivating eyes. It was extremely rare to have soldiers come to Archives. Everything was digital nowadays. Still, the base couldn't risk their important, physical documents being left unattended. That's where you, the Archive Librarian, come to in to play.
And that is what you did a majority of the time. Read. Play solo card games. Reorganize and dust on occasion. Everything and anything to pass the time while everyone opts for the more accessible wonders of technology.
So when Lieutenant Ghost came in suddenly, you were instantly intrigued.
"Didn't realize this old paper closet had a librarian." He confessed, feeling rather foolish for never having met you before. He would have definitely introduced himself if he saw your pretty face anywhere else on base.
"No, most people don't. I'm the only one that opens that door on a regular basis. Anyway, looking for something?" You inquired once more.
Ghost shook his head, walking further into the archive tentatively like he was in your house. As he got closer, he got a better look at you. A real hidden beauty right on base. "Temporarily running away from a problem, but only because the bastard is too stubborn to take a no. You mind?"
You waved a hand dismissively, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your nail polish. He instinctively imagined those pretty colors traveling through his hair, tugging his locks tight. "Stay as long as you need."
After that, Ghost began visiting you everyday in secret. It was easy to talk to you since you were so open for conversation. Once in a while, you would have a cup of tea ready for him, tempting him to skip his responsibilities all together.
During a visit, you excused yourself to the bathroom. While Ghost waited, he got curious about the current book you were reading. You had a new one every week, each cover looking different from the last in different ways.
When he read the synopsis on the back, he couldn't help but flip open to where your bookmark was.
As soon as you returned and noticed what he was doing, your cheeks turned crimson. The book you were enjoying was a rather smutty, kinky, romance novel. A spicy book that kept you entertained at work and your imagination going when you were home. The place you bookmarked was right in the middle of a sex scene, one that you had to pause and save for home.
And here Ghost was, the man you had in your head when you remembered those steamy sentences in bed. The man that so pleasantly entered your life with confidence and thoughtfulness.
With your brain short-circuiting, you scrambled to explain yourself. "Ah, my friend is letting me borrow it. It's not something I would normally pick up. Just figured I would try to read something different."
"Mmn, and what do you think of it? I see you're pretty far into it. Is it exciting?" He pressed further, enjoying the way you cutely blushed and nervously come up with excuses.
Your face grew even more flushed and you swallowed. "It's not bad, I guess."
Ghost stood from his seat, stepping over to you and placing his hands beside your head, pinning you against the sturdy bookshelf. "I know we haven't know each other for long, but I can tell you're lying. How about you try again?"
His voice came out in a low, rough whisper. Your heart could leap from your chest. Before you knew it, you told him how hot you thought the scenes were. And with even more flirtatious encouragement, you admitted that you got off on it at home. That you replaced the characters with you and him.
Wanting to fulfill your fantasy, Ghost released his sense of control and started fucking you between the shelves. He stood, your body pressed against his strong chest as he supported your weight by grabbing your ass and leaning you against the shelf.
His cock was buried inside you, his size much bigger than your toys. Each thrust was deep, purposeful, and absolutely world-shattering. With the position, you were able to melt into his chocolate eyes that were focused behind the mask.
It didn't matter to you that his mask was still on. In fact, it made your cunt pulse in rhythm with his hips. "Such a hidden gem you are. Getting away with reading such naughty books at work. Waiting for me to come find you~"
His deep voice echoed in your head, daring you to respond. To cry. To sing your song of pure pleasure.
"Careful, beauty. Don't want to break your quiet rule. This is a library, right, Ms. Librarian?"
The only way you could withhold the rule was to kiss him through the mask, the fabric eating up your moans as you came all over Ghost. You would never be able to look at the books the same way again.
Stretch ~ April 10, 2011 - January 31, 2026 You were the bestest boy in the universe. I will always love you, my sweet baby. Forever my writing buddy 🩶
hi!! i'm sorry if you already answered this, but do you have an ao3?? no worries if you don't, i just like having my fanfics bookmarked over there :) ty, i hope u have a good day!!! :)
I do have an ao3, but I haven't uploaded any of my ghost fanfic there. It would probably be a good idea to do that! I'll make a new post with my ao3 link once I upload everything there. I am aiming to make a masterlist pretty soon as well 🤍
I have an AO3 account open with a few stories posted! They are the same stories from my tumblr, but I understand that it is easier to bookmark stories over there. I am still working on transferring more of my work over, but it is there!
Black Blood Red Kiss ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley ~ Part 6
Pairing: Ghost x vampire!reader (fem!reader, 141!reader, callsign “Fangs”)
Word Count: 3.0k
CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, smut, biting, teasing, kisses, jealousy, possessiveness, friends with benefits, coworkers with benefits, feeling denial, family drama.
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: Being turned into a vampire never stopped you from joining the military. In fact, it only made it easier for you with new strength, stamina, reflexes, and precision. The only challenge you now faced was keeping your true nature a secret. This is incredibly difficult to do when your new teammate, Ghost, smells so delicious. What will happen to your relationship with him once you both get a dangerous taste of each other?
Chapter Synopsis: There's a new threat on the streets that takes priority for the team. Balancing work, teammates, family, and Ghost, you have been stretched thin. Ghost is aiming to take some of that edge off for you.
Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6
Ghost almost couldn't believe it when you had texted first about having sex again. He was then amazed when you told him the time and date for it. Saturday. One in the afternoon.
You surprised him a lot, something not exactly unwelcomed. At least you had reached out first this time. He was pretty sure that he would have to initiate first again.
But why at one? The time was very odd. Did you plan on spending most of the afternoon and night with him?
His heart skipped a beat at the thought. The idea of having you for as long as he wishes made his ears turn red. It wouldn't be all sex. He could get to know you better.
He could give you reasons to make you want the arrangement to be more.
“I know that you're the strong and silent type, but you seem much more quiet than usual.” Soap pointed out, snapping Ghost back to reality.
The boys were tasked to go through some archives. Strange things were happening in cities across the United States. Reports of unusual disappearances surged within the past two days. Buildings once open for business were now closed tight. The whole thing reeked of a discreet hostile takeover.
Archives were supposed to help compare past terrorists with this new, hidden group. MOs, patterns of behavior, MIA members. Anything that could identify this upcoming group and potential target. Yet, Ghost was still thinking about you.
He simply grunted at Soap, brushing it under the rug and making it seem like he was too focused on looking through files to engage in conversation. In response, Soap shrugged and left him be for now.
A knock on the door signaled your arrival. You tried your best not to stare at Ghost despite what you had scheduled for the both of you. You needed to avoid even thinking about it unless you wanted to invite suspicion from your other teammates. Your expression came off cool and collected as you wandered further into the room. Files upon files coated with a blanket of dust. A small sneeze was released. Damn your sensitive nose.
“The least someone can do is dust this place every now and then. Captain sent me here to look with you guys. Said I should become more familiar with the past for the sake of the future.” You revealed as if you had read their minds.
Before they could even respond, you had settled yourself near the back, surrounded by the pungent smell of papers older than you. At once, you started the job you were assigned.
Soap laughed to himself. “Now I'm stuck with the strong, silent type and cold, quiet type. You guys must be a hit at parties.”
Both you and Ghost ignored his playful jab, neither of you risking any interaction that could give away your midnight secrets. Soap huffed and shook his head, regretting his choice to volunteer for this particular task. He did expect coldness from you, but he did think that he was mostly over it with Ghost.
The sound of flipping pages took over, your flipping in particular quite rapid. Distractingly so. Ghost couldn't help but look up to see what you were doing. Your face was beautifully serious as you thumbed through paper within seconds. There was no way that you were actually reading that fast, right?
Your particular work caught Soap's attention too. “I know that this isn't the most riveting mission, but you could at least put in the effort, Fangs.”
Immediately, you stared daggers at him. His blood actually ran cold with your icy look. Closing the binder with a startling clap, you threw it to him to catch. “If you don’t trust that I’m doing the work properly, then you can check over it. There’s nothing in there that connects with our current situation.”
A look of astoundment flashed towards you and Ghost. Even Simon was startled by your rather aggressive reaction. He didn't say anything to stop this, though. Not unless he wanted to be on the hot seat too.
Soap was scrambling to defend himself, to diffuse the situation. He didn’t mean to start a problem with you. “Look, Fangs, I’m sorry. From my point of view, you’re just flipping pages, you know? At a glance, it’s just-”
“Do you trust me to do my job or not? If you don’t, then I have no problem going elsewhere and leaving this mess to you.” You cut him off, the venom on your tongue too bitter for even your liking. It wasn’t Soap’s fault that you were irritated. You were balancing so many things that you were starting to feel like a circus performer.
“No! No. . . I’ll leave you too it, then.” Johnny admitted defeat, giving you the space that you clearly needed. Not that he would marinate in guilt for too long. He figured that you were having a bad day. Being sent to archives was probably one of the reasons why.
Ghost debated speaking up about how the conflict ended. You weren’t one to snap at teammates like that. Well, you did snap at him like that, but he was used to it by now. For now, he would leave you alone. If it becomes a bigger issue later, then he would lay down the law.
A couple of hours passed with no notable information. You were tearing through binders like a tornado. Finished reads were stacked around you like a wall. After finishing yet another dead end, you took a deep breath. There were still plenty of other files to look through. Those files required coffee.
You stepped over your makeshift wall, heading out to take a break. Soap was the first to stop you. “Where are you heading?”
“Coffee.” You curtly answered. A hand lifted up and stopped you from leaving.
“I'll get it. You two are much faster at this than me. I'll bring something for all of us.” Soap volunteered. What he said was true. It would be more efficient if you stayed. Although, he was partially doing this to get on your good side again.
He was gone in a flash before you could even insist on being the one leaving. An awkwardness settled in your stomach as you were left alone with your coworker with exclusive benefits.
Ghost felt it too. The tension in the air felt hesitant. For a moment, he did consider just letting you be. That didn't seem genuine, however. He wanted to get to know you above all else. Starting with the first oddity in his mind. “I got a question.”
You inwardly cringed as he spoke up. You were hoping that he wouldn't say anything. And now that he was trying to talk to you, you couldn't really ignore him. At least, not anymore. “I may have an answer.”
Cue surprise for the third time. Ghost was pretty sure that you would shut down any conversation attempt again. He had to be careful not to get his hopes up. “Why’d you respond to Johnny like that? He shouldn’t have accused you of putting in no effort, but you didn’t need to talk to him like that.”
A hand raked through your hair as you clicked your teeth. “Fuck, I know. I just. . . I’ll apologize to him later. I got a lot going on.”
He was about to pry further before he caught himself. Pressuring you to talk about what has been really bothering you was sure to push you further away. Instead, he switched gears. You had admitted that you were wrong towards Soap anyhow.
“Why one?”
It didn't take you long at all to figure out what he was talking about. “I got dinner plans afterwards.”
His brows rose slightly, hidden behind his signature balaclava. “Dinner?”
“My folks want me to join them for a family dinner. I figured that having sex may ease my tension about it. Take a shower and get dressed after and head straight there.” You explained as if you were just reporting your schedule.
He didn't know if he should be slightly offended or impressed. You were efficient with your time and clearly knew what you wanted and needed. Yet, he felt like he was being used, albeit for your health. To get past this sting, he moved the conversation forward. “You don't like family dinners?”
“I don't like my family. I'd rather eat glass than eat with them.” You confessed, your voice starting to drip poison. It was mostly true. Hell, you even hated your brother, Griffin, a little bit. It wasn't his fault for the hand you drew, though. The life you lived was rigged from the start considering the parents you were born to.
If anything, Griffin was the only family you really had. You shouldn’t hate him.
Curiosity intrigued Ghost, but it was clearly a hot topic. He was smart enough to know that this probably contributed to your attitude issue today. He moved on. “You going to be okay about eating? Will your diet allow it?”
He noticed your shoulders relax slightly at the topic switch. Your face didn't give anything away, so he had to really read into your incredibly subtle body language. “I can eat regular food no problem. It just doesn't fill me up quite right.”
There was a pause as he tried to figure out what that meant. You were thinking of a good way to explain it to him better without seeming like a freak. You were, but still. “Think of instant ramen. The common one all soldiers have eaten. The shitty one.”
Funnily enough, he knew exactly what you were talking about. He was stuck eating those salty, fake packs of crap many times. He had to eat about 3 of them to feel full as well given his size compared to most on base. “I know the ones. What about them?”
“Average soldier can eat about one or two to feel full. If I were to feel full off them, I would have to eat about. . . fifty give or take? I'm not testing this out, but I have had ramen nights with better ingredients and brands. I usually average thirty bowls before feeling full. Though I still go for dessert after.” You explained thoughtfully, doing the mental math of calories.
Ghost blinked a few times, processing this new information. He couldn't help but smile a bit under his mask as he pictured you at a local ramen spot, ordering bowl after bowl, freaking out the cooks with your appetite. He could see how expensive that would be. Impractical even. “Hypothetically, if you were to adhere to taking normal food in large quantities, would you be able to survive without blood?”
To you, this wasn't just a hypothetical. You tried this before when you first turned. A shiver went through you as you recalled that particular experience. Ghost noticed immediately. “I still need human blood to survive. I don't need much to feel full. It doesn't even need to be fresh all the time. But I do need it, whether I like it or not.”
Learning more about you was what Ghost wanted, but it always seemed to be plunging you back into bad memories. He didn't know all of the pain you've been through nor imagine what he does know. Despite that, he wanted to keep connecting. Anyway he can.
“What is your favorite regular food?”
For the first time since entering the archives, you looked at him. You met his eyes, finding yourself startled by his accepting gaze. As much as you felt like a monster a majority of the time, your lieutenant never seemed to treat you as such. It made your cold, frozen heart melt just barely. It was so agonizingly painful to place more trust in him. Even with something as small as just revealing your favorite meal.
He noticed your strong hesitance. The conflict in your eyes that wanted to be open and closed at the same time. You didn't want to get hurt. He could relate to that pain at the very least. So, he waited patiently for an answer.
Finally, you turned your head away from him. Turning your back on him, you hid your stony expression that was starting to falter. Ghost felt his stomach drop like an anchor until he heard a small whisper.
If he wasn't paying attention, he could have missed it. The sound of a butterfly flapping its wings would have overtaken the volume of your answer. Luckily, he did hear it and his disappointment lifted. Your favorite food was very befitting of you. He would have to make it for you sometime.
Right on time, Soap came in with refreshments. The once quiet, approaching peaceful atmosphere was now energized with your sergeant's loud mouth.
At least he brought snacks with the coffee.
~
You felt awkward standing on Ghost's front porch, debating if you should knock or ring the doorbell. It wasn't like you were some solicitor. It didn't feel right just making yourself at home either. Ultimately, you decided to just text him that you were out front.
Within seconds, the door was held wide open for you. He was fresh out of a shower, his blonde locks still damp over his forehead. A fresh, unfamiliar scent hits you to make your heart start beating faster. Fresh apple. Malt whiskey. White oak. It was a new soap, but you didn't mind. You could still smell Ghost's natural scent underneath it all. It was a good scent on him.
Ghost smirked as you checked him out post-shower. Expression was still solid deadpan, of course. The wandering eyes and emerging blush was what gave you away. “You going to come in or are we going to fuck on my porch?”
His confidence made your heartbeat hitch. The bastard. Nonetheless, you headed inside.
Now that you were in his home during the bright, easier day, you noticed all of the details that you didn't before. Hand-carved trimmings around door frames, dark and cool toned style, clean and tidy throughout. His home was the opposite of his desk at work. Did he clean for you? No, from what you can recall the last time you were here, his place was mostly clean as well.
Ultimately, his house was really beautiful. “Why the hell is your office desk a wreck if your home is like this?”
First time coming back here and you criticize him. Not that he minded right now. In fact, he found it funny. Refreshing. Your prickly personality was endearing today. He was just glad that you took initiative to come back to him.
“Work is chaos, but it stays there.” He justified, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. Damn, it felt good to hold you again.
A heavy blush stained your ears at the physical contact. For some reason, you were nervous. You've never really returned to a sexual partner before like this. Not as a working adult.
Not as a vampire.
“Wait, we should talk about expectations.” You delayed, buying yourself more time to mentally prepare for what was to come. Escaping his hold, you found your way to his living room couch. A large, plush, L-couch in soft corduroy navy blue.
Okay, now he was starting to get exasperated from your prickly personality. “More rules?”
“No. I mean. . . actions. Kinks? Did. . . did you want to get bitten?” You began to elaborate, your cheeks turning brighter with each word. Damn it, why was this difficult all of a sudden? With anyone else, you would have had no problem laying it all out in the open. You have already done the deed with him too, so what was the problem?
Ghost wondered how it was possible that you could be cute and sexy at the same time. Like usual, seeing your composure fall apart like this made head over heels. A small smile graced his lips as he sat close beside you. His warm body heat radiated off of his muscular build. “I can fuck you good without it.”
“That's not what I asked!” You nearly reprimanded, making him chuckle. At least it made you feel better that he was attracted to you, not just your aphrodisiac bite.
He pulled you off your spot and into his lap, making you straddle him while sitting up. His large hands settled on your hips, bringing you closer to him. Already, you could feel his growing hard-on. Sitting on his lap, chests coming close with each inhale, and having nowhere to look but at him made your entire body feel electrified. “I don't mind it if you bite, scratch, or squeeze me as hard as you can. It feels good when you do. But if you don't want to, especially the biting, then don't force yourself. I want your reactions to come naturally anyway.”
His thumbs began rubbing the skin under your shirt just above your jeans. You were cold. His heat contrasted it greatly. The incoming heat felt alive. “Fine then.”
“What about you? Any requests? Anything you like that I don't know already?” He politely asked, his eyes gazing longingly at your lips. Shit, he wished that he could kiss you. If it weren't for your damn rules, he would kiss the hell out of you right now.
More pink painted your complexion as your wants lingered on the tip of your tongue. You turned your head to hide behind your hair. “I. . . like it a little rough.”
“Well, I already know that, angel. Anything else?” He pressed, his lips meeting your exposed neck. Teasing, gentle kisses landed on your smooth skin. Hands began snaking up your back.
“Don't you want things to happen naturally?” You released a pleasurable sigh, trying to keep your wits about you even now.
He noticed you evading the discussion, a common trick that always seemed to work. Recalling last time, you did voice your desires in the midst of the pleasure. He supposed he would leave it be for now and wait for the main throws of passion.
Your trick has once again temporarily worked. “You're a sly one, Fangs. You know that?”
Imagine: Simon Riley hired you as a personal maid for when he was deployed. He comes back one day to find you still on the job and much sexier than he imagined.
Simon walked through the door just as you were finishing your handwritten note to him. The both of you froze at first, not expecting to meet face-to-face after such slow communication spanning over the year. You had left a note on his counter the first day you cleaned his house. A grateful thanks for his service only to be met with a letter back and a massive tip the next time you were hired to clean again.
Thank you, love. Help yourself to anything in the house. -SR
From then on you have exchanged letters with the mysterious master of the house, each one revealing more detail about yourselves, yet never meeting. Until today that is.
If you didn't know better, you would have thought that he was a robber with such a scary mask. The rest of the military outfit assured you that this was the owner coming straight from his most recent, dangerous trip away. You smiled and greeted him with your name.
His heart skipped a beat as you welcomed him home. He was used to coming home to an empty house. Your letters were the only real things he looked forward to when he returned. Now that you were here in the flesh and in a maid outfit, he started to feel the pent-up frustration build within him.
You weren't expecting an accent when he greeted you back, making your ears blush from such a rich voice. Before you knew it, you offered to stay and cook for him.
Simon would have been a fool to turn you down.
As you cooked, he washed up and planned his next move. You were too pretty to let go of. Too pretty to leave to clean another man's house. If you had a job after this, he would pay you triple. Hell, he would pay you five times your usual price to be his maid exclusively.
You salivated over the handsome man across the dining table. Freshly washed with soap that you had secretly sniffed when you came over. Eyes like maple wood that matched his polished bed set. He had very few photos of himself, but they were nothing compared to real life.
The master of the house wasn't one to beat around the bush. While he enjoyed your excellent meal, he proposed a mutually beneficial agreement. You would be his maid and his alone. You would be paid handsomely for all of the cooking and cleaning. You could live in his house and enjoy his amenities whenever you wanted. As long as you didn't take another job for someone else, he would give you everything.
The deal was sealed when he pushed his thick cock into your tight pussy from behind. You were bent over his bed, your panties pushed to the side and your maid skirt hiked up. The maid outfit was still on, everything from the stockings to the apron pure eye candy while he fucked you good.
You were such a small thing compared to him. He could take both of your wrists in one grasp and pin them behind your back. He could feel your cunt squeeze and wrap around his solid dick as you were stretched to your limit. And you could feel all of him too. His thickness. His length. His weight. Your now permanent master hit your cervix every time he thrusted forward, making you shiver with each move.
"My sexy little maid can be such a messy girl. Look at this pussy weep for its master~" He teased, watching your honey drip down your plush thighs. He thrusted in hard, all the way to the base and relished your sweet whimpers.
"M-Master Riley. . ." You moaned, his grip on your wrists getting tighter. His other hand clutched your ass and hip, his nails digging into the soft skin to hold you steady while he railed you.
"Mnn I know, love. You'll clean it up later like the good maid you are. Perfect fucking thing to come home to. Should've reached out to meet since your first letter. Damn fool I was. . ."
You bit your lip as your eyes rolled, your climax quickly approaching as dirty praises left Simon's lips. He felt that you were close. Your moans and gasps made it undeniable.
Simon groaned as you tightened around him, egging him on to make even more of a mess out of you. "That's it, love. Gonna make a dirty mess out of you. Show me how badly you want your master to make you fucking filthy~"
The climax came like an earthquake followed by a tsunami. All over yourself, your master, his bed, and his floor.
As requested by @skyrimsoulmate thank you for your patience and happy holidays!
Title: Sad Divide
Pairing: Ghost x target!reader (fem!reader)
Word Count: 10.4k, One-Shot
CW: Kidnapping, Interrogation, Size Difference/ Size Kink, Gentlemen Dom Ghost, Protective Ghost, Praise Kink, Eventual Smut, Smut and Fluff, Mask Kink, Explicit Smut, P in V, Intense Vanilla, Passionate Sex, Kissing, Fingering, Angst, Violence, Blood, Strong Language
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: You were a rescue mission. A woman that carried the knowledge to save millions kidnapped to potentially kill millions. The 141’s only objective is to rescue you, let you heal, and then receive your report on how things went sideways with your team. That’s all it was supposed to be. And yet, Ghost can’t even think about saying goodbye.
The room was tense. Stiff. Dark. Cold. The meeting room was always tense when the 141 showed up. There was only reason why they would be called to Meeting Room Phi and that was to be briefed on a dangerous mission. No exceptions.
Ghost rolled his neck, working out a crick that’s been bothering him. Price had his arms crossed as he carefully listened. Gaz took a few key notes with a pen and paper. Soap fidgeted in his rolling chair. Laswell tried to get past all the formal introductions that were mandatory as quickly as she could.
It was usually the same. Someone to kill. Someone to arrest. Someone to-
A picture of you popped up on the screen. Small-looking. Clean. Sweet. Ghost leaned forward in his chair to listen more intently. This was different. Not what he expected at all.
“This is your target. Y/n L/n. Among her team, she is called ‘Ruby’ for her impressive coding and hacking skills. She is employed by the Ministry of Defense as a defense contractor. Private sector. She helped successfully develop software in missile guiding technology. Her software prevents missiles from being detonated in civilian zones. As you can imagine, this is extremely valuable.” Laswell reviewed.
Soap whistled out his impression. “Damn. That’s incredible.”
“Could save millions of innocent lives.” Ghost added, staring intensely at your picture. Burning every detail to memory. You had pretty, bright eyes. Fresh for someone that worked in software for one of the most important sectors in the world. Most of the regular IT guys around the base looked like they haven’t slept in days.
Kate switched the screen to a location on a map. Thick jungle canopy that buried the forest floor. Amidst the shades of green were only a few spots of light grey. Plane debris. “Her team was transporting the final product and report when they were intercepted by enemy forces. A distress signal marked them here, but when some personnel were deployed, they found the plane completely empty. This was two weeks ago.”
“Why are they calling for us now then if this happened a couple weeks back?” Captain Price inquired, his tone teetering on annoyance. He knew that the government couldn’t just jump into action at the first hint of an international problem a lot of the time. Red tape. Politics. But this seemed much too critical to leave unattended to.
A picture of the wreck appeared. Everything was ripped to shreds, charred black from fire, or just straight-up missing. You survived that? “The wreck was fatal for everyone on the team. Bodies found near the wreck confirmed the identities while the coroners confirmed the causes of death. Ruby was missing, but it was assumed that she ended up falling out of the plane before it crash landed.”
“When searching for the reports and project, they found that it had been completely destroyed. Possibly on purpose. The damage seemed man-made versus the plane attack. And then just recently, we got intel that Ruby was alive in enemy hands. We can assume that she did survive the crash, ruined the remaining information, and then got captured during her attempts to contact help.”
You had more courage than Ghost thought. The software guys he’s seen around look like they would run from a single bee. To survive a plane wreck, witness your team die, grit your teeth at your own pain to ensure your work didn’t fall into enemy hands. It made you both a hero and desirable. With the only survivor left with your knowledge, of course the enemy would hunt you down.
You still took that risk.
“What would the enemy want with disarming software?” Gaz spoke up, pausing from his note-taking. His sheet was nearly full with all the details he was taking in.
Laswell showed the team a picture of the rouge-faction. It was a bit blurry, clearly taken in a rush at their candidness. It was a ragtag group. No particular nationality to be determined. Still highly dangerous it seemed though. “We believe that they want to reverse-engineer it. If Ruby can make software to disarm something already in motion, then she could technically make the reverse. Detonation without launch.”
“Holy shit, missiles across the world would become landmines.” Soap’s eyes widened, horrified at the idea.
Ghost also felt his body become sharper. Alert. It would be absolute devastation if that happened. There would be no way to stop detonation from happening. They weren’t talking just a million lives. This would be billions upon billions.
The screen settled on your face again, giving everyone a chance to remember every detail if they haven’t already. Kate took a hard look at you too. “Rescuing her is probably the most important task that this team has ever been assigned. If you come across the enemy, it is shoot to kill. We don’t know if she has revealed anything yet, but we want to eliminate risks. The only person needed to be alive is Ruby. Understood?”
Captain Price confirmed the objective, a fire alit deep within his belly. “Understood. Alright men, let’s go.”
~
“I’m tracking the two leaving the compound. Our guard and second-in-command.” Gaz radioed quietly, staying still under the cover of tropical camouflage. Through his sniper lens, he followed the enemies.
“Good. Let them make more distance.” Price ordered, waiting in the shadows for the right time to strike. Soap and Ghost were patiently waiting for their chance as well, the ringing sound of the tropics high in the air.
Guard routes were watched a little longer. Gaz ensured that more distance grew between the immediate enemy in charge and the building they were keeping you prisoner in. The last thing they needed was for you to be taken up with a gun against your head. There was no need to agitate your hostage status.
Soap resisted wiping a drop of sweat that rolled down his temple. Any sudden movement risked giving away his position. The stretch of land was absolutely crawling with guards. “Christ, it’s hot.”
“Jungles are usually hot.” Ghost dryly responded. He was feeling it too. With all the weighted armor and straps, everything felt like it was sticking to his skin. It was something that he was used to having been a soldier for so long, but it didn’t mean that it was his favorite feeling in the world.
Gaz leaned into his walkie. “All clear. Free to proceed.”
“Affirmative. Just as planned, boys. Make quick of the kill and lock.” The captain reminded, eyeing the guard closest to him that blocked your doors. Ghost and Soap remained frozen until a final nod was given to move in.
While Price grabbed the enemy on the left, Ghost took the one on the right. Without even realizing what was happening, the two guards were silenced and killed on the spot. Their dead weight was supported, the expert soldiers careful not to let the bodies just drop. The sound of that could be a drum.
The bodies were dragged away in underbrush while Soap hacked into the lock mechanism. It was quick work to open the doors and stall surveillance.
Wordlessly, the men proceeded inside. It was damn near hotter inside than out. The humid was so thick that it was running down the dismal, gray walls. Low light only allowed minimal sight. It was depressing as hell, clearly a method used to get victims to crack. Hopefully, it didn’t work on you.
There weren’t many extra guards around the makeshift prison. Many were struggling to stay awake so late in the night. The sharp hum of insects seeped inside, adding an almost white noise that echoed through the halls. Sneaking through almost felt too easy.
One by one, the men looked into cells. Rooms. Hell, even boxes that seemed like they could fit a person. Gaz checked through cameras to try to find you.
No dice.
Where could you possibly be?
Time was ticking and you were still missing. The pressure began to weigh down with each step their boots took. A string of bodies littered the dirt floors behind them as they started to rush.
Finally, Ghost noticed a small crack in a concrete wall. A small, miniscule detail almost completely covered up by a weapons cabinet. A slight breeze could be felt through it. “Captain, a hidden passage.”
“Good eye, Lieutenant. On the count of three, we move it.”
Gingerly, the men found a grip on the cabinet and moved it over. The crack in the wall revealed a large opening. More light poured into the hallway. In the back of an empty room was you.
You were unconscious. Bruises dressed your body along with sticky blood. It was hard to tell where wounds stopped and ended with how much dried dirt, blood, and sweat covered you. Your left foot was swollen to hell. Broken. Even if they could wake you, there was no way that you could leave on foot by yourself.
Ghost checked your pulse. It was weak. Your breathing was shallow. Being closer to you, he could tell that your ribs were in a rough state as well. Cracked. Shattered. It was impossible to determine how much of your damage was from the plane crash or enemy hands.
At least you were still alive.
Picking you up was a breeze. You were lighter than air as Ghost held you close in his arms. You didn’t stir. You didn’t even make an involuntary groan.
Good. Ghost didn’t want you to be awake just yet.
Price and Soap took position in front to escort you out safely. The captain radioed his sniper on standby. “Target secured. Leaving the prison now. Once you see us outside, you are free to kill on sight. Care to keep Ghost covered.”
“On it, boss. Standing by.” Gaz responded quickly. While he waited, he noted the enemies that surrounded the base. In his mind, he prioritized who to shoot first in order to watch everyone’s backs.
As soon as Sergeant Garrick recognized his comrades’ faces, he fired. Captain Price and Sergeant McTavish diverged to eliminate enemies, drawing fire away from the lieutenant and the target. It took only a second for Ghost to slip around the corner and into the shadows of the thick canopy.
Even as the sound of gunfire became more distant, he didn’t stop running. He didn’t look back. The only thing on his mind was making it to the chopper that would get you back to safety.
~
“We should start calling you ‘Emerald’ instead with how green you look. You alright?” Your coworker teased, taking the spare airplane seat next to you. Keeping your eyes closed, you took a deep breath. Steady gulps kept potential bile down as your stomach jumped within your body.
You didn’t know how your team did it. Airplane rides. Normal or luxury. They were standing up, walking around, and talking to each other without a care in the world. Some of them celebrated your latest accomplishment by enjoying the plane’s minibar selection. Cheap alcohol and salted peanuts. They counted on lobster when they landed.
Your voice came out shaky as you attempted to respond, but it didn’t deter you from remaining weirdly humorous. “There is about less than a one in eleven million chance of a plane crashing, but it’s not zero. It also doesn’t account for basic air sickness. . .”
There was a short chuckle in response to your dry joke and misery. “Guess some people are best suited for the ground. Here, take this.”
As your eyes opened slightly, your nails dug deeper into the faux leather of the armrest. A small, white pill sat in the palm of your coworker’s hand. You couldn’t recognize exactly what it was. However, you would take just about anything at this point.
The medicine was bitter on your tongue. A sip of water just made that bitterness coat your mouth. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Try not to think too much about the now. Think about when we land. It’s gonna feel good getting on the ground. Plenty of people are going to want to shake your hand. Maybe they will even give you a medal.”
At that, you giggled. It was a warm thought welcomed by the person that has been your desk buddy for the past few years. She always seemed to know how to put a smile back on your face. “What I really want is a vacation.”
“You can buy one. Hell, you can probably retire early if you want to.” She took a sip of her whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass. It made you a little jealous since you couldn’t stomach anything other than water for now.
“And wear a medal?”
“And wear a medal.”
A gentle hand landed on your shoulder from behind, another teammate of yours providing comfort. “Split your medal with me, Ruby? I want something cool to hang on my Christmas tree when I get back.”
“Dumbass, you can’t split a medal.” Your friend argued, her head turning slightly in her chair to engage another in the conversation.
Your second friend shrugged and raised white wine to his lips. “Sure you can. Use a waterjet. Perfect cut straight down the middle.”
A scoff made you smile, the argument getting more absurd by the second. “Like you know how to use a waterjet, nerd.”
“Hypocrite. We are all nerds.”
“Guys? Do you see that to-”
~
Your eyes shot open and your body bolted up. A gasp threaded air into your lungs much too quickly, sending a burst of pain straight into your nerves. Like a wildfire, agony spread through your every mile. Your heart threatened to burst from your chest.
“Woah, easy there. You’re okay.” An unfamiliar voice tried to soothe. You could barely hear him over the sound of your own panicked heart.
Everything ached. Everything pounded. The lights were too bright and you needed water. But before that, you needed to calm down.
Clutching the patient scrubs you wore, you struggled to breath. Tears blurred everything in sight. A dark thought crossed your mind, overlapping with memories that were rushing back. It was a hurricane ripping through you and you couldn’t stop it.
Arms wrapped around you, squeezing gently enough to be easy on your healing body, tight enough to be a comforting weight. A rich scent replaced the sharp zing of hospital disinfectant. Smoky aftershave and cinnamon. It was enough to reset your mind into a new space.
Trembling hands found the strength to reach out to this stranger. He was large. Firm muscles grounding underneath your touch like river rock.
His sonorous bass directed your breathing. “Inhale deep for four. Hold for four. Exhale for four. That’s it, lass. You’re doing good. Keep at it.”
Ghost would normally never be with a target like this. He would have never sat bedside during healing, let alone embracing. Yet, here he was as if it was second nature to him. He couldn’t explain it, but a part of him didn’t want to be separated from you. It was like a bond was instantly formed when you were in his arms for the first time, him carrying you out of the jungle to refuge.
And when they took you away to the base’s infirmary as soon as you landed back, he couldn’t force himself to walk in the opposite direction. He couldn’t stand the thought of you waking up alone in a place you have never been before. You coming to terms with losing what you had known. Crying alone in a hospital bed until you would be pestered by insensitive military personnel.
Simon Riley felt like he was meant to be by your side.
Before you knew it, the stranger holding you in their arms had become an eye in your hurricane. A moment of calm before you would inevitably have to face the storm again. Within a couple more minutes of steady breaths and sincere encouragement, you were able to pass through the panic attack.
A box of tissues was delicately placed in your lap. The beeping of the heart monitor became slower as you calmed. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took in the man that was kind enough to support your wakeup.
The first thing you noticed was his eyes. Direct. Aware. The kindness was real and filling like a fresh cup of mocha. The black warpaint paired with a skull balaclava meant nothing in terms of intimidation now that he had already shown you who he was. At least, who he wanted to be to you.
“Feeling better?” He asked, now scooting back to give you some space. For some reason, you wished that he was hugging you even tighter.
Your throat felt sore as you spoke. “A little. Everything aches. Physically and emotionally.”
“I take it that you remember what happened then?”
Images flashed through your mind rapidly as if it were all just a dream. Photographs thrown out of order that threatened to overwhelm you. A sharper pain cut through your head. “I think so? I remember the plane going down. I was freefalling for a while until I blacked out. . .”
Holding your head, you tried to jog your memory more clearly. Ghost gave you some much needed silence to think it out. If you needed only a few seconds or a few hours, he would wait patiently.
“The project, Hercules. My team. I went back for it all, but when I found the wreck, they were all gone. I couldn’t save them. I . . . Shit, I. . .”
Pain trapped your voice as vivid details of the bodies you saw invaded your mind. Your team. Your friends. The people that had stuck by you as you toiled away on your software. The people that brought you snacks in the middle of the night as you burned the candle at both ends. The people that you were going to gift a group vacation to with the money you made from this.
Gone. In the blink of an eye, dead.
Silent tears fell down your cheeks, splashing down on the backs of your hands.
Ghost simply took one of them in his and held it tight. A deep empathy resonated within him. He had thought about the possibility of his team dying on him. It was a risk every time they went out on a mission. However, it didn’t mean that it wouldn’t rip him to shreds if it did happen.
Something like this should have never happened to you, though. You and your team should have been protected better. You weren’t trained or built for extreme risk like his team was. So, he could only imagine how much more painful it must be for you to have lost so much that was doomed from the start.
The stranger’s hand in yours allowed you to find your voice again. To put aside your grief in order to assure him that despite everything, you had still done your part to protect what could still be saved. “I found my project in the wreck. I don’t know why, but I thought that destroying it was the best option. While I was trying to make my way to the closest town for help, I was caught.”
“The people that captured you, did they mention anything critical? Motives, names, places?” He attempted to dig deeper. If it were him, he would probably be as silent as a rock. It was a miracle that you were trying to stay cooperative.
At this line of question, you shook your head. “I can’t recall. I think there were a lot of other things on my mind at the time, you know? They wanted the project for sure, but I didn’t give them any information on it. They uh. . . didn’t like that much.”
“I can imagine. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that, lass. Anything else?” He shared some empathy, the feelings and conversation feeling more natural than even some casual conversations he has been in. There was something about you that made talking easy.
The room brightened up suddenly as clouds moved past the sun. Your eyes automatically drifted out the window to see a blue sky, soldiers jogging on tarmac, and sunshine illuminating sturdy buildings.
A new sense of relief washed over you. You were safe here. Protected. Past the man sitting near you was still a whole base willing to make sure you would never go through what you went through again.
Ghost felt your grip get stronger in his. “No matter what they said or did to me, I never gave them Hercules. Not even its name. I may have lost my team, but I would never betray them like that. What they helped me make, what it was meant to do, and what it was named after, it is still mine to try to honor.”
When you turned back to face him, time stood still. You wiped away your tears and pushed a genuine smile through, a new energy filling you with life that shouldn’t have been possible so soon. In this chaotic whirlwind of unprecedented tragedies and pain, you left Ghost speechless with a smile that not even the sun could measure up to.
“Destroying my own software was like killing my own baby, but what’s a Greek myth without killing your own kid, right?”
He released a warm, fast laugh, your joke catching off guard. It played to his own sense of humor so well that it was hard to compose himself again, especially when the sound of your own bright laughter filled the space.
Maybe this all was really meant to be.
~
The doctors on base thought that it was best for you to focus on physical and mental therapy after two weeks of strict surgical recovery. You were healing nicely and steadily and it was time to acclimate you back to mobile life. As you worked on regaining your strength, the 141 was focused on planning your next steps.
“She’s been completely cooperative with information and a ray of sunshine about it. It’s hard to believe that she has recently gone through hell.” Price reported, overlooking the report that was still being worked on while in protection.
“Taken a shining to L.T. too.” Soap noted rather smugly. Ghost didn’t respond, but he tensed. He couldn’t deny that the bond between the two of you was magnetic.
Gaz lightly smacked Soap’s shoulder. “The man consoled her at her lowest. Don’t be crude.”
Price shook his head and dropped the report on the meeting table. “Let’s avoid any speculation and judgement. We have something more important to discuss. The Ministry of Defense is requesting her status.”
Ghost knew that this was more than just checking on their software developer. When it came to the Ministry of Defense, the military, or with enemies, there was always more than what they led on. He could take a good educated guess on what they really wanted. “They want to know if she is healthy enough to return.”
While he tried to keep his cool, Price couldn’t help but let out a small huff in disapproval. “If she’s walking and talking, they think she’s well enough to work again. They’re forgetting that she is technically classified as a civilian. She can’t jump back into it like a soldier can. She needs more time to heal physically, emotionally, and mentally.”
“Does she know yet?” Gaz questioned, wondering if you had any opinion in all of this. If it were him, he probably wouldn’t trust them for proper protection again.
The captain hesitated. “No. . . I have to admit, I am having trouble breaking the news to her. . .”
You haven’t been on base for very long. Only about a month. You didn’t even talk to most of the men every day. However, the times where they have spent time with you for work or just to check on you, you have been a light in the darkness. The day felt easier after talking to you. It felt natural for you to be on base. There for them to talk to for anything.
All of them were getting attached. Protective. Especially Ghost who did make sure to talk to you every day.
Ghost clenched his jaw as the information toiled in his head. Then, he raised his hand slightly. “I’ll break the news.”
“Lieutenant, while I appreciate the volunteer, this should be my job. It’s been a delicate balance of following orders, but trying to be considerate of her situation. With that, I’ll say this meeting is over. I will be in infirmary.” Captain Price determined.
After Price left first, the remaining three turned to each other for some post-meeting conversation. Soap turned to Ghost. “Sorry L.T. I didn’t mean to tease or-”
“It’s fine, Sergeant. You’re not wrong. I will also confess that I have grown quite fond of the lass too.” He admitted, much to his sergeants’ surprise.
He wasn’t ready to put an official label on any of what he was feeling yet. It seemed wrong to saddle you with that on top of everything you were going through. The last thing he wanted was to seem insincere or like he was taking advantage of your vulnerability.
Gaz held the door open for his teammates as they left the room. “I wish all the best for both of you then, Lieutenant.”
~
You gave a large smile and wave as you noticed Captain Price looking at you through the glass. You were in the physical therapy room, practicing some guided yoga to build some flexibility back. You could stretch out pretty far before needing to stop, the ache becoming too much to tolerate. Every day, you have been able to move a bit more. A bit further. A bit longer.
Your consistent determination was something Price admired about you. Truly, for a civilian working with computers, you had more of a solid backbone than even most newer soldiers.
He entered the room and stuck out his hand. You shook it with a firm grip. This was just one of his own ways to check your progress. “Your hold is getting stronger, Ruby.”
The compliment made you grin bigger. “I’ve been working out. Hope you haven’t been burning the midnight oil, Captain.”
You have noticed that Price often went home well into the late hours of the night. It wasn’t like you were stalking him. Your infirmary room window overlooked a great area of the base and you have seen him walk to his car only past one in the morning. After the first few times witnessing this, you lightly chastised him about it during a visit.
The captain laughed as you checked on his habit. “Getting better here and there. Some nights are just unavoidable, though in recent weeks, overtime has been less. Anyhow, I didn’t come here to be checked. I came to check on you and talk about something rather important.”
Raising a brow, you became curious. “It’s about the Ministry of Defense, isn’t it?”
“Wait, how-”
“I figured that they would ask about me pretty soon. I am currently either one of the most valuable or most dangerous woman in the world right now. Probably both. I’m on contract, but there is no way in hell they were going to just let it expire.” You shrugged nonchalantly.
For a moment, Price had forgotten that you were a genius, not just a recovering patient and unfortunate victim. Of course you were waiting for this kind of news.
“I should have said something sooner if you were expecting then. Yes, the ministry has reached out. Besides basic updates on your health, we haven’t given much response on the possibility of you returning to work. We have been stalling without considering your input. For that, I do apologize.” He finally revealed, feeling a bit of shame from hiding this from you. He wanted to continue to protect you, though he should have asked what you wanted first.
A gentle smile made him feel at ease. “It’s alright. I appreciate you guys trying to be considerate of me. I am also grateful for buying me time to really heal and think. The ministry has pushed me and my team before to yield results at a rapid pace. They aren’t very patient people. Not that I blame them much. I don’t envy being the faces of a department that has to defend the country.”
“I’ve had to put my foot down a few times with them on how they have treated us. But, I also had the bad habit of excessive overtime out of my own volition. I am passionate about my work, and they know this. I do want to get back to work. . .”
The captain could sense it. Your hesitation. The trail-off that hinted that there was something more to what you want to say. “You can tell me how you really feel, Y/n. What is said will stay between us. You have my word as Captain.”
You crossed your arms and shifted on your feet nervously. “I don’t trust them. I know that they will probably up security for me. Hell, they may even assign me my own bodyguards after all of this mess. Yet, I don’t feel comfortable putting my life back in their hands. Once was enough for me, you know?”
“Trust me, I know.”
“I want to work. I am willing to work. Just. . . not under their eyes.”
~
When you regained more strength, the doctors figured that you didn’t need to be a patient in the infirmary anymore. You were free to go, but they did want you to visit for physical therapy and mental health care. Your recovery was promising, yet they still wanted to keep an eye on you. Just not taking up a bed that another patient needs.
This was understandable. You didn’t protest and happily relinquished your hospital bed. However, once you were out of the building, you remained silent and stiff sitting on a bench near the grass field where soldiers worked out outside.
For now, you were still protected under the base’s jurisdiction with the argument that you were still technically a patient. As long as you were on base, no one could touch you. Not even the Ministry of Defense.
It wasn’t the same once you were off the property. Just going back home didn’t feel like a safe option for you. But you didn’t want to be a burden to anyone either.
While you mulled over the options in your head, you took a deep breath. The sun was shining warmly and a few clouds brought occasional shade. Soldiers were doing jumping jacks in sync on the grass. Some were walking around the tarmac, stretching out their legs from desk work.
That was another thing. You have gotten used to being here. It was natural for this place to be almost like your second home.
“You seem troubled. Thought you would be aching to go home.” A familiar voice spoke behind you.
Ghost had been looking for you as soon as he heard the news that you were now an outpatient. Over the past couple of weeks, the team was planning their steps to try to keep you safe and out of the ministry’s hands like you wanted. It was difficult since you were legally bound by a contract. Though, the contract never mentioned actions to be taken if possible kidnap and torture take place.
Home could be a sanctuary. A safe space. So, Ghost was a bit perplexed by your hesitance to go home and trust the process. If it were him, he would be dying to get into his own bed.
You smiled weakly at him from your seat. He always seemed to show up when you needed him most. “Truth be told, I am afraid that the ministry will pull a fast one if I leave. Besides that, I don’t think I am quite ready to be completely on my own yet.”
He took a seat beside you and settled in, ready to hear you out. Anything to make that smile more genuine. “The doctors and therapists think you’ll be fine. You don’t think so?”
“Just because I know how to heal from trauma doesn’t mean that I can do it easily. The base has been my white noise. My security blanket. I think it will be hard for me to sleep at night if I am completely alone again.”
You made very valid points. Ghost could relate to a lot of it. “I get you, lass. At times, I use my room in the barracks instead of going home. It does feel safer being here at times.”
Mentioning it sparked an idea for him. Of course. Why didn’t he think of it sooner? “Hey, stay here in my barrack.”
A blush rapidly took over your cheeks. You? Staying in Ghost’s room? “M-Me? That’s your space. I don’t want to-”
“It’s fine, lass. You need it more than me right now. Come on. I’ll show you where it is. I’ll talk to Captain Price for you too while you settle in.” He encouraged, taking your hand in his to have you follow.
With butterflies and no choice, you followed Ghost all the way to the barracks. You passed by many rooms. Some fit for multiple recruits, some for just one other roommate, and some for single occupancy. You stopped in front of a door at the very end of the long hallway. Ghost pulled out his key and unlocked the room, revealing a tidy, minimalistic space used for short-term rest.
The first thing you really noticed when you were led in was the smell. It smelled clean and fresh like his aftershave. The next thing you noticed was carefully placed memorabilia on the walls. Framed and hung up pictures of him and his team to remind that he had a family here. You looked at a group photo of the 141 Team and giggled. Ghost had his right arm up, flexing it like the macho man he was.
“Took that one after our third successful mission.” He explained, his body close behind yours that you could feel his body heat. Your heart picked up pace as you looked over the other pictures.
“And that one?” You pointed to a picture of him and Soap playing cards. A candid photo that portrayed Soap’s losing expression while Ghost was stone cold.
“First hangout outside of work. Local pub that a lot of the base frequents. They had a table for the team and Soap brought the cards. Should’ve never challenged me to play.”
There was a warmth in his voice as he recounted the memories with you. He wasn’t usually such a talkative person, but with you, it was easy to be. He wanted you to know more about him. Even more than his own team. It was a terrifying, yet thrilling feeling.
Shit, it really was like. . .
“I’m going to find Price. Settle in. Explore. We usually share a meal in the canteen at six. You going to be okay, lass?” He prepared to dismiss himself, needing some time away from you to figure out his next move concerning his emotions towards you.
You were a bit disappointed that he was going to leave you so soon, but he was technically still working. A comforting smile was sent his way. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, Lieutenant.”
“Simon. When it’s just us, you can call me Simon, lass.”
You could melt on the floor right then and there. “Well, thank you, Simon.”
~
“Let us know if you have any questions or need clarification.” The two representatives offered. The Ministry of Defense was trying to get you to come back in full swing. They had offered you a new contract. New protections. A pay increase. Hazard pay. You could probably name anything you wanted and they would give it to you.
Except leaving.
You carefully read over the endless pages of legal jargon, complimentary fluff, and hidden demands. The representatives shifted in their seats, twiddling their thumbs as you really took your time to go over the details.
In the small room with only a table and chairs was a two-way mirror. The 141 team was standing behind it like they were monitoring an interrogation. You had requested their presence during this meeting just in case the situation escalated. Ghost took your request seriously, his void eyes burning holes into the reps.
“She’s really combing through it, huh?” Gaz noted as he took a sip of warm tea.
Soap gave a dry, half-joke. “Looks like a fuckin’ textbook.”
“They’re not liking that she’s reading everything. . .” Ghost observed closely. He could read their body language well. Fidgeting. Swallowing. Sweating. Your denial of a lawyer gave them a false sense of security. They probably thought that you would just sign your life away so easily again. Yet, here you were, examining every single detail in a sea of words finding all the fatal flaws of their promises.
Soap’s phone rang once before he picked it up. “Captain.”
“She still there?” Price questioned, only a subtle shift in breathing giving away his true emotion of rushing desperation.
Gaz and Ghost looked towards him, picking up on the conversation. “Still here and still reading. She hasn’t signed anything yet.”
“Good. Kate and I are almost done. Hold off any signing for as long as you can if needed.”
With that, their leader had hung up. It was a thick contact you were presented, but that didn’t mean that he had all the time in the world. Price and Kate were using their power and resources to ensure your safety, needs, and work. It was a race against the clock.
You flipped to the next page and got halfway through before tiredly sighing. They were offering you such glamorous things on a silver platter that you once had to fight your way to get. A whole lab to yourself instead of the depths of a basement. A new vehicle to drive and home to live in that would be protected with a new security team. But you didn’t want any of this. None of this was going to get you to make them another super-weapon like the first time never happened.
You wanted something they could never give you and that was your old team back.
A hot cup of coffee was taken up belonging to one of the reps. You smiled warmly as you poured it all over the contract papers. It felt good watching their faces turn from confusion to complete shock. It was clear that they wanted to show their aggression, however, they held back. Strained, polite grins chuckled at your blatant disrespect.
The 141 on the other side of the mirror began to laugh. Gaz had almost choked on his tea while Soap damn near had to excuse himself from the room. Even Ghost released a deep chuckle from his belly. Not only was he amused, he was proud. Turned on too. You were a ray of sunshine, but the sun could still burn.
All ears and eyes were on you to see what you would do next. At this point, you were so caught up in the negotiations that you had forgotten about the witnesses in the next room over. “Do you really think that you can just buy my life like this? Buy my forgiveness? My loyalty? At least when I was first working, I was reasonably free. I’m not going to be your voluntary hostage.”
“Ms. L/n, this isn’t a hostage situation. This is protection. You can still live a comfortable life with all the things you need-”
“Except time alone.” You interrupted, your patience getting thin as they tried to spin a happy ending out of your misery.
The reps looked at each other in silent conversation. They were planning their next talking point. “You have been through a lot, Ms. L/n. We figured that you would want this level of security.”
Those eyes that were usually filled with sunbeams only showed rain. Ghost had his arms crossed, his grip on his arms tight as you became more raw. He could see the early signs of a panic attack, but you were trying to stay strong. Your hands were shaking underneath the table. “I want my friends back. I want all the hours I wasted working on a project to save the world only to get shot out of the sky back. I want my mind and body back. But you can’t give that to me, can you? You can’t resurrect the dead or turn back time. No, all you can do is throw money at the problem and hope people don’t look into it further.”
You were really ripping into them now, completely startling everyone that couldn’t tear their eyes away. What the 141 once thought was just a soft, unfortunate sunbeam turned into a deadly flare as you fought for your life. The pain you were holding back all this time was pouring out all at once. Your verbal attacks were accurate too, the reps wincing at each sting that hit close to home.
Ghost saw how lost you were getting. How you were slipping further and further into the dark. Without wasting another second, he ran into your room and wrapped his arms around you tight. Your breath stopped as he enveloped you in his heavy warmth. His scent like the first day you met him brought you back. You could see him again. And with that, the damage you’ve done.
Pushing Ghost gently back and giving him a small, sad smile, you assured him that you had your control back. “Apologies for losing my composure. However, I won’t take back my overall displeasure. I don’t want to sign this contract.”
“And you shouldn’t have to.”
Kate walked in first, a thick file in her hand that was still warm from the freshly printed paper inside. Price came in close behind her, a look of pride on his face.
The file was given to you, Kate explaining some overview while you flipped through it. “Come work for us as an official member of the 141, Ruby. It would be an honor to have such a capable software engineer on our team. We may not be able to pay you as much as The Ministry of Defense is probably offering, but we can still offer you protection with freedoms.”
You stared at the papers in disbelief. It was thorough. Detailed. It was a fresh start that you needed so desperately. The reps tried to start an argument about this sudden competition. One that you couldn’t hear as you read over a new, potential future.
Ghost gingerly put his hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him. He could see it in you now. Hope. “We can never replace what you once had, but we can still be here for you if you want it, lass.”
You wiped a single tear of happiness before it could fall down your cheek. Weeks of trying to heal and figuring out your future led you here. You would be a fool to not take this as a clear sign. “I’m signing this. No doubt in my mind that this is the best step for me to take.”
“Ms. L/n! You-”
“You and your higher ups can take it up with us if you have an issue with her employment. But just know that we are fighters.” Price defended you, stepping in between you and the representatives.
Kate handed you a pen and you signed the contract right there on the table much to the dismay of your former employers and much to the pleasure of your new teammates.
~
“You nervous?” Ghost asked considerately as he handed you a beer from his mini-fridge. You were in his barrack, enjoying one last night cap before hitting the hay. First day of work was finally tomorrow after a few days of extra paperwork. The team went out to celebrate earlier with you, buying yourself drinks and playing games late into the night. When it was just you and Simon left in the final hour, you took it upon yourself to invite him for a last round.
You examined the photo I.D. in your hand again, the presence of it surreal.
“Nah, I've been through worse. If I can survive those things, I can survive my first day at my new job.” You revealed with glowing confidence. Ghost smiled to himself, cracking open the top for a swig. It wasn't his drink of choice, but it would do.
He settled on the bed next to you, peering down at the new card that was given to you. Earned by you. The 141 now had the best damn software engineer in the world and that title was true. He would be sure to protect you now that you would never have to leave his side. “Pretty picture.”
Your heartbeat jumped at the compliment and you gave a giggle. “You think so? I feel like all official I.D. card pictures look like mug shots.”
“Not yours, lass. Yours could be a model headshot. Cheers to you and a new future with us.” He raised his bottle, clinking it gently against yours. Taking a sip, you honored his toast. There was a desire to make one of your own, though.
Pumped full of liquid courage, you decided to shoot your shot in the safest way possible. You've been thinking about how you would do this all night. “Cheers to you, Simon Riley, for helping me get back up on my feet and helping me see a new future. Without you. . . I would be a sun without its moon. . .”
Tangy, hoppy liquid filled your mouth before he could respond to your rather poetic toast. It was a move to buy you time. To let what you said marinate.
The air between you got heavier. Simon's pulse made his stomach do flips. He had his mask only halfway up all throughout the night, always so careful not to reveal too much of himself. Now that the both of you were alone and the tension was palpable, he would be foolish to try to hide from his sunshine any longer.
He took the mask off fully, letting you soak in all the details of his face. Strong, sharp features that could kill. Light scars running through his brow and part of his lips. The warmest of straw blond locks and melting chocolate eyes. Heat overtook your face and you tried not to stare too much.
“You really think that I am the moon to your sun, lass?” He inquired further, his large body moving closer to yours ever so slightly.
Looking down at the empty mask between the two of you, you reddened. “I really do. It may be cliche to fall for my hero, but that’s what happened. Just let me down easy, would you?”
“And why would I do a thing like that?” Simon tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing the skin of your neck on their way back down. He felt you shiver and try to hold back a hitch of your breath.
“Simon. . .” You sighed, aching to lean more into his touch. He was pulling at your heartstrings like a guitar with his refusal to reject you. You really hoped that he wasn’t getting your hopes up on purpose, but then again, Simon wasn’t that kind of guy.
Cupping your cheek, he guided your face to look up at him. Even with just sitting together like this, he towered over you. Built like a real-life Prometheus. A real titan. It made your bloodstream fill with adrenaline and your head fill with wild thoughts. A spark flashed in his eyes at your obvious pining. He was in the same boat with you, looking down at such a fine, fragile work of art like you. “What if I told you that I think that you are the sun to my moon? Brighten up my days like no one ever had before.”
You swallowed down your glee, hiding back a grin with a playful retort. “I would say that it is rather cliche of you to fall for the damsel in distress.”
“But that is what happened, lass. And I don’t plan on letting this damsel go.”
He closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a gentle caress. Soft. Sweet. Tantalizing as he gave himself a little more to you with each kiss. You could taste some beer on him, but it didn’t matter. You tasted the same and that just meant liquid courage for the both of you. Wanting even more, you pushed forward, the kiss becoming more passionate with each pleasurable pass of affection.
Simon pulled back and took the beer in your hand, settling both his and your bottles away on top of a desk. When he returned, he stood tall over you. As he bent down, you leaned back to encourage him to climb a bit on top of you to get those kisses he still wanted. He gave a single chuckle of amusement. “You’re being a little naughty, lass.”
Your fingers tiptoed up his firm chest teasingly. His body heat was kicking off like a radiator. “Do you prefer it when I’m good?”
He nuzzled your jaw, taking in your sweet, floral scent that you wore especially for tonight. A perfume that you saved for a night like this. “You’re always my good girl, no matter how naughty you try to be.”
Biting your lip, you giggled with excitement. Your heart was a racecar on a track. You could feel the electricity coursing through you. It felt so good to hear him not only praise you, but to call you his. A tingling sensation in your hips made you rub your thighs together. “Simon, can we go further tonight?”
“Whatever you want, lass. I’ll satisfy all your needs.” He promised as he dived back into sharing heated kisses with the softest lips he has ever felt. Your arms looped around his neck and you pulled him down, forcing him to hover over you with his large body.
A free hand traced your curves, the size of his palm and digits nearly covering your whole tummy. A current ran through you, your imagination carrying you away to what else might be equally huge. He ate up your moan as his touch traveled down to your thighs, a sensitive area for you.
Spreading your legs some, you allowed him to touch wherever else he wanted. You felt a small smile on his lips before he invited himself into your mouth with his tongue. His tongue was like an instant aphrodisiac, warm and strong, making you wet already. A firm grip kept your legs spread for him, a powerful move that only weakened you further.
“Mm, so sweet. Strip for me, lass.” He commanded with that rich, resonating voice of his. Obeying his request, you took off your shirt and pants, his hand stopping yours before you got to your underwear.
His own shirt was thrown off, his large, capable body candy to your eyes. There were scars strewn across his skin, but they only added character. Stories. His arm tattoos were stories themselves that you hoped to hear one day.
Simon’s fingers stroked your slit through your silky underwear, pressure getting stronger as he felt the fabric dampen. Your hips rose in sync for more, his fingers heaven on earth. Any aches or pains that you have felt during your recovery vanished as he gave you all of the chemicals your brain missed. If only he touched you directly.
“You’re getting really wet for me, lass. Panties are damn near soaked through.” He complimented, slowly planting kisses along the side of your neck. You shuttered as he circled your clit in deep strokes all the while teasing potential hickeys. Not that you would particularly mind his mark on you.
You whined pathetically as your pussy cried for direct contact. You wanted to really know just how large his fingers felt compared to yours. Two of his digits together must feel as thick as a real dick. “Simon. . .”
“Mm, I know. But you’re going to have to ask me like the good girl I know you are.”
Blushing hard, you met his eyes and asked for what you wanted. Your eyes sparkled as you begged for him, his cock tightening within the confines of his jeans. “Please, Simon? I want to feel more of you.”
He couldn’t help but give a short laugh, the sound of you like this bringing him more joy than he imagined. Placing his lips against the swell of your breasts, he started giving you his mark. The fabric of your panties were pushed to the side for Simon to start working his fingers into you. It was easy with how dripping you were. So hot and tight.
Just like you predicted, the thickness of his fingers were infinitely better than your own. The way they pushed and pulled, in and out, touching all the parts of you that made you tremble in pure pleasure had you moaning like you were being fucked by his cock.
His tongue soothed your marked skin, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted every inch of your skin to belong to him. To reassure you that he was with you every time you looked in the mirror. His fingers pumped faster as he started another hickey, this time close to your stiff nipple.
You bit your bottom lip as you felt a rush of nirvana. His curved fingers moving at a faster pace was going to make you cum. He felt you tighten, encouraging him to swirl his tongue against your sensitive bud. It was as if he was leaving his mark there too. It drove you wild. It made you electrified. Your breaths became gasps as you got closer.
Your hands ran through his blond locks, pulling him deeper into your chest. He could hear your rapid heartbeat better like this. His erection twitched each time it beat. Nothing felt better than knowing that he was causing this. Simon was the one making you wetter than a waterfall. Making your voice reveal all of your pleasure.
He pressed harder into your g-spot, making you cum all over his large fingers. You threw your head back when you came, your chest rising up for Simon to give you one more hickey on your other breast. The tightness of your cunt nearly crushed him.
Once you relaxed enough for him to pull out, he undid his pants. Fluttering eyes immediately went down to see just how much bigger you really were.
Oh fuck, would he even fit?
Your eyes widened as his rock solid cock stood at its full potential. Incredible color and thickness that turned you on. After he removed your ruined panties, he situated himself between your legs. His dick rested for a moment on your stomach. You both swallowed hard as you realized that he reached your belly button.
Now, Simon started to get nervous. He didn’t want to hurt you. He was so consumed by the passion that he forgot just how smaller you were compared to him. “We can stop here if you want. We can-”
“No. I can take it. I want you, Simon. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a bit scared, though.” You confessed. While you were fearful of potential pain, it would be nothing compared to how much pleasure he could give you past that. Besides, you wanted to make things official. You would belong to him with this ultimate act of trust.
An unconventional idea popped into his head, but it may work with curbing your anxiety. Fishing amongst the messy bundle of sheets, he found his mask and put it on. You blinked a few times, processing his silent proposition. Looking past the intensity of the skull, you saw his warm, unwavering gaze. It brought you a sense of comfort. Oddly enough, it gave you a thrill too.
“You ready now, lass?”
You raised your arms and invited him into your embrace. “Give it to me, please.”
He pressed his tip against your slit, lubing himself up before pushing against your entrance. Very slowly, he stretched you out to carve a shape meant for only him. You tried to steady your breaths, rasps and winces showing your discomfort. For those moments, he would pause, get you to look at him, and then wait for you to relax.
Once he finally got all his length into you, he gave a sigh of both relief and bliss. You felt unbelievably good. More than anything he’s felt on Earth before. Looking down, he saw himself bulge slightly. His hand delicately stroked your skin, giving you time to get used to it before he put weight down.
Your breath shook from the stretch. The weight. He was so deep inside you that you trembled in anticipation. As seconds allowed the pain to ease, you became infatuated with his mask again. The worn softness of it from years of wear. The hard protection of the skull around his eyes. It was power and intimidation for most. To you, it was more. Power and solace.
“Simon, I need you. . .” You admitted, your sweet voice nearly making Simon crack too soon. Keeping a level-head as best he could, he began thrusting at a slow, safe rhythm. Your pussy sucked him back in so enticingly that it was hard to concentrate.
You could tell by the little expression you could see that he was struggling. While you may not be able to see it, you knew that he was turning red under that mask. Without meaning to, you squeezed around him. He groaned sharply. “Fuck, lass. . . you’re gonna make me lose my mind. . .”
“I can take it. Promise.”
“God, you really are a perfect girl.”
He quickened his pace, careful to progress into the pace that he wanted to be at. The pace that had you screaming his name for more. His cock pushed up against your skin each time he thrusted in. Each time he retreated some, his thick tip hit that gummy spot that had you see stars. Grabbing his arms as he fucked you, you felt his muscles flex with each movement. Your strong grip, nails digging into his skin, sent waves of energy that empowered him even more.
Simon sat up and pushed your legs down, spreading you wide open to reveal all of your unforgettable sex. It allowed him to push in deeper. Harder. You said you could take him and you were. The bulging of your stomach proved it.
You had his sheets in a death-grip, legs jolting with every pound of his hips against yours. Each stroke had you undone. High as a kite. It was like Simon learned everything you liked already. And he was the type to use all of it to his full advantage. That power turned you on more than he could ever comprehend.
“You are such a good fucking girl for taking me so well. Like this pussy was made for me. So smart. So sexy. I want you to be mine forever, you know that, lass? I’m never going to let you go now.” Simon lost his control, telling you everything without a second thought. Weighted words like his were usually saved. Picked apart and questioned before sending. But with you, it was so easy to tell you everything.
Because you accepted all of him. His praises and possessive nature put you on the edge. Your cunt coiled so heavenly around him at the idea of being like this with him until the end of your days. Your heart leapt out of your chest as he recognized your beauty in and out.
You pulled him down suddenly, wrapping your arms and legs around him so he couldn’t escape. Then, you kissed him through his mask. His scent that you came to love filled your senses as your face pressed against his. You could feel his lips move along with yours, embracing the masked kiss as if the fabric wasn’t there at all.
Legs crossed firmly around his hips, signaling that you were about to orgasm. He rested more of his body onto you, putting intense pressure on your stomach where you felt him swell with his own climax. Clawing his back and feeding your cries into the covered kiss, you came.
The fact that you did showed itself immediately. A heatwave, flood, and earthquake came all at once around his dick. You shook so intensely as he thrusted for the last few times. You whimpered as his movement staggered deep into you. Getting as deep as he can, he released his seed, filling you to the brim within just a few ropes. His held breath was released, rushing past your ears despite the barrier.
You let him collect himself on top of you, his raspy groans a giveaway that he did lose his mind over you. When he gathered himself, he raised himself up and looked down at you.
Your hair was tangled and your skin was glowing. A few drops of sweat flowed down your temples. As you met his gaze, you stripped the mask off of him. Just as you predicted, his cheeks and ears were beet red. His hair was damp from sweat. You didn’t mind in the least, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. “I’m never going to let you go either. I hope you’re prepared for that.”
Simon gave you his full smile along with a returning peck. “I am prepared for anything, lass. I can take it.”
Simon Riley's eyes for Black Blood Red Kiss have been changed to brown! If I missed a detail while I was going back and editing, please let me know! I want to try to stay consistent.
Still working on editing my other fics and writing my updates. Thank you for your patience!
Still alive! Just working slow! But I do have a question for you guys.
Would you rather read Simon Riley's eyes as blue or brown?
Both are technically correct as both were/are canon at some point between the original MW, comics, and Reboot MW. If there is a preference and more accepted canon, then I wouldn't mind going back to edit this detail in my stories.
Black Blood Red Kiss ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley ~ Part 5
Pairing: Ghost x vampire!reader (fem!reader, 141!reader, callsign “Fangs”)
Word Count: 2.7k
CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, smut, biting, teasing, kisses, jealousy, possessiveness, friends with benefits, coworkers with benefits, feeling denial, family drama.
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: Being turned into a vampire never stopped you from joining the military. In fact, it only made it easier for you with new strength, stamina, reflexes, and precision. The only challenge you now faced was keeping your true nature a secret. This is incredibly difficult to do when your new teammate, Ghost, smells so delicious. What will happen to your relationship with him once you both get a dangerous taste of each other?
Chapter Synopsis: You’re worrying about the consequences during your post-nut clarity. If things were going to continue the way they were, you needed to set some ground rules. Ghost doesn’t care for them, but you have other things to worry about.
Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6
The periwinkle haze of the sunrise washed the horizon as you let out a cloud of smoke. The crimson sun was easy on your eyes as the land shielded its brightest middle. Your bones settled further into the patio chair, letting your thoughts take the reigns.
You did it. You slept with your boss.
And it was really fucking good.
Not that you would admit it to his face, but he was the best sexual partner you’ve had. Ever. Even without the aphrodisiac consequences, he was incredibly skilled. It wasn’t hard to realize that fact. God, and his dick? A guy that well gifted could have his pick of the lot based on that alone.
It still didn’t make any of this right, though. You were still his subordinate, no matter what he called you in the bedroom. Nothing has happened yet, but you could foresee him stubbornly refusing this to just be a one night stand too. And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t want last night to be the last time you had such satisfying sex.
Waking up that morning was easy. Leaving bed was difficult. You found yourself in Ghost’s arms, holding you tight against his body while he softly slept. It took you a moment to maneuver out of his hold without waking him up. You had debated calling for a ride and leaving, but you figured that that would have been too mean, even for you.
You took a deep inhale of your cigarette and raked a hand through your messy hair. The clouds were starting to add a petal pink to the blues. Stars began to disappear one by one. You exhaled.
“Thought you left for a moment.” A familiar voice grumbled behind you, sleepiness still present in his voice.
Ghost was startled to wake up in an empty bed. He thought you ditched him like you would with someone that you would only spend one measly night with. While he wasn’t normally the clingy type with anyone, you were an exception for many reasons. He didn’t trust what you would do and who you would see yet outside of his vicinity.
When he was crossing over his living room and happened to see you through the glass of his back porch, his heart felt instant relief. Fears fled through the sliding glass door only for soft butterflies to invade instead. You had borrowed one of his shirts that was definitely too big on you. Yet, it was a perfect fit.
You hummed as he took a seat in the chair next to you, deciding to enjoy the sunrise as well. While you would have normally been tense in his presence, you were unwound so nicely. It felt natural to have his scent envelop your senses now. The silence felt more comfortable.
Just a few more minutes before you had to ruin it.
Ghost swiped your pack from the ground to smoke as well, the nicotine hitting him like a fresh cup of tea. Looking over at you, he took in features that he hadn’t been able to appreciate last night while it was darker.
Your hair, while post-sex messy, was gorgeous. The oversized shirt revealed some upper thigh that he would love to put his hands on again. One thing he did find odd, though, was a prominent scar right on your collar bone. Two dots not unlike fang marks.
Curiosity got the better of him. “The bite scars always heal over. Why did those stay?”
You unconsciously touched your mark and finished off your cigarette. There was no point in hiding the truth from him now. Besides, he hasn’t really asked you questions about being a vampire before this. You could cut him some slack as thanks for the great lay. “This is when I was turned. The bite that turns a human into a vampire always stays.”
The air began to feel heavier as Ghost treaded into deeper, personal details about you. He hesitated to ask further, afraid that the icy walls you usually had up would close him out again. Luckily, he didn’t have to ask out loud. You knew what he was thinking.
You snuffed out the butte of your smoke and stretched, your bones cracking, then settling. Ghost watched the entire time, the move like slow motion for him. “It was a blind date. Seventeen. Some homeschooled boy that my friend at the time thought would be a good match for me. He was from out of town, smart, rich.”
“Fuck it. I had nothing else going for me. So, I went, got wined and dined, and we went back to his place. There wasn’t much there in terms of emotional chemistry, but he was cute. I was bored. And then he bit me. It was fun at first. Except, he drank too much.”
You picked up another cigarette and lit it up, the warmth of the fire from your lighter bringing you a temporary comfort as your skin began to crawl at the memory. “I don’t blame him. He was newly turned and just a kid. He didn’t tell his parents what happened. They just assumed that he was depressed and needed a new town to start fresh in. Anyway, I died. He freaked out because of course he did. He fed me his blood to save me and when I came to, boom, vampire.”
Ghost noticed your chill, the split second giving away the facade in your light-hearted tone. He pried cautiously. “I feel like you’re leaving out a lot of other details.”
“That’s because I am leaving out a lot of other details.” You admitted, shutting that particular door for the time being, if not forever if you could help it. The day you turned was the worst and best day of your life. It depended on the day of which one it was.
Letting sleeping dogs lie, Ghost moved on. He absolutely hated it when you shut him down like that, but he didn’t want to pick a fight first thing in the morning. Especially when last night was so good. He tried to be grateful for the little information you did grace him with.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” He offered politely, trying to give you reasons to stay just a little longer with him.
You looked over at him for the first time that morning. He had a few cowlicks in his hair and light stubble was growing in. His mocha eyes seemed more refreshed than usual. Normally, Ghost seemed tired. Black paint can only hide so much exhaustion. He had come outside in only a pair of boxer briefs. Pair that with the golden glow of the rising sun and now you had the flutters.
Looking back at the horizon, you hid your oncoming blush. “Yeah. I’ll have a coffee.”
Ghost smirked, knowing that when you hid behind your hair like that, you were actually becoming bashful. It made him feel good knowing that you liked what you saw. Now, he was hoping that you would crave it like he already did with yours.
While he prepared your cup of coffee, you began to put together what you wanted to talk about next. It was impossible to turn back the clock, so there was no choice but to adapt. If things were going to continue like this, you needed to lay down some ground rules. Rules were good for protecting both your reputation and your heart.
By the time Ghost returned with a mug filled with morning brew, you knew what you wanted to say. The porcelain warmed your hands in contrast to the cool morning air. “Last night was good. I’m assuming it was good for you too?”
He took a sip of his drink and hummed in agreement. Good was an understatement for him. He’s never felt so alive having sex before. It was exciting, satisfying, and fun to be with you. It felt good for him physically and emotionally. Watching you orgasm over and over from his efforts was something he couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of. “It was. What are you thinking?”
“I think it would be foolish to try to keep last night just a one time thing. If we are being honest with ourselves, last night will probably happen again.” You admitted, blowing off steam rising from the top of the brew.
Ghost wanted to kiss those slightly puckered lips. “Is that something you don’t want?”
“I didn’t say that. We just need some rules.”
You were a tough nut to crack. He thought that he was being rather obvious that last night was more than just taking the edge off for him. His jaw clenched as you remained adamant about your boundaries. For now, he played along. It was this or losing you for good. “Go ahead then.”
You swallowed down a sip, the rich flavor melding together with a sweet aftertaste. He added just the right amount of creamer in your coffee. It rejuvenated you. “First off, no more kissing-”
“No.”
At that, you swiveled your head towards him. You weren’t expecting him to object so resolutely already. You frowned. “Kissing is what lovers do. We aren’t lovers.”
He bit his tongue so hard that he nearly chopped it off with his own teeth. His muscles felt tense like piano strings about to snap. The worst part was that you were right, so he had no room to argue. He would’ve admitted his true feelings if you weren’t so walled up still.
The silence was taken as compliance. You continued. “Second, no missionary position. That’s also something that only lovers do. Third, the only place that we can do it is yours.”
“Why not yours?” He questioned, feeling even more offended that you were still so cold even after everything.
You took another swig, being careful that your fangs didn’t hit the side of the cup. “My place is my sanctuary. Not everyone is invited in.”
“And who said mine wasn’t?” He grumbled, his anger slowly matching the temperature of the drink in his hand.
You ignored his attitude. “Meetups to have sex will be planned at least two days in advance. If one of us needs to cancel, then we have to let each other know sooner rather than later. Most importantly, this secret strictly stays between us. I don’t kiss and tell, so I expect that you don’t either. Agreed?”
He gave a begrudging hum in agreement, but it was an agreement nonetheless. “I got a rule of my own.”
You gestured for him to reveal them. It was only fair.
“You are not allowed to see anyone other than me even if one of us cancels. I won’t be seeing anyone else either.”
What was it with him and wanting to be exclusive so badly? Was he really that much of the jealous type? You could understand not wanting to share, but this felt like more than just that. However, you eventually nodded, giving Ghost at least some relief. He didn’t like your rules. At least now you won’t be sleeping with anybody else, though.
“If that’s it, then it’s a deal. Exclusive coworkers with benefits.” You concluded before finishing off your cup of coffee. Once it was polished off, you stood and prepared to get ready to go back home.
Simon sat alone, watching the sun rise further above the horizon, pain stinging his heart. When were you going to hurry up and fall in love with him already?
~
The ride back to your place was quiet. Not that you minded much. It was actually nice to be in Ghost’s car and just relax. It gave you space to think about how you wanted the rest of your day to go. Dinner, errands, the works that made most people tired of just thinking about. You actually liked the independence.
When the car stopped in front of your apartment, you unbuckled your seatbelt. However, a strong hand grabbed your wrist before you could get out. Without warning, Ghost gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek.
You blushed furiously. “Wha-”
“When you said no more kisses, I’m assuming you only meant lips to lips. Everything else is free game.” He mischievously revealed, the glimmer like lingering embers in his eyes making your stomach do flips.
Clicking your teeth, you exited the car and hurried inside the complex. You didn’t need to look back to know that he was basking and smiling in pride. He was going to be the death of you if you weren’t careful.
When you opened your apartment door, you were startled to see that the lights were on and your tv was blasting a video game you haven’t touched in ages. On your black, suede couch sat your younger brother, enjoying himself.
And you didn’t think you could take any more surprises today.
“What are you doing here?” You asked rather aggressively. You had given him the spare key to your place for emergencies only, not to just hang out. He was supposed to let you know if he needed to come over too. Given the blankets and pillows he took from your linen closet decorating your couch, he had stayed overnight.
He paused his game and stretched out. “Finally you’re back! I’ve been waiting since last night, you know?”
You set your keys down on your kitchen counter with a loud jangle. “You should’ve called.”
“And have you ignore me? Or worse, change your locks? That sounds like something you would totally do, by the way.” Your brother retorted, his tone easy as he was used to your prickly personality.
“Griffin.” You simply warned.
Luckily, he got the hint and turned off the console. He also began to tidy up his mess. “Mom wants you to come to a family dinner.”
You scoffed as you put your jacket away. “Family dinner? Or my intervention?”
“Y/n, I think she really means it this time. She’s been depressed recently.” Griffin revealed, treading very carefully given your feelings about your parents.
“She’s probably just having a mid-life crisis and realizing that this is her last chance to get grandkids out of me before she dies miserably. I don’t trust her.”
Griffin cringed at your harsh words. He wasn’t the biggest fan of mother either, but he still had sympathy for her unlike you. Not that he blamed you much. The family drama resentment was messy, even for an insider like him. Still, he wanted to try. “Please just come this once? I don’t want to be the only one there. Besides, it’s going to be at Dante’s. You love that place.”
You gave an exasperated sigh and looked over at him. Right on cue, he began to give you big, puppy-dog eyes. You really, really wanted to say no. Every single time you’ve attended a family dinner, it’s been a complete disaster. It’s the reason why you haven’t attended one in years. Yet, you felt like you owed one to your brother. He’s helped you avoid her all these years after all. Which was not at all an easy thing knowing your mom.
“One hour. I reserve the right to leave earlier if she’s being a bitch.” You finally caved.
Griffin hugged you tight while you died inside. You took back what you thought before. Ghost wasn’t going to be the death of you. Your mother was.
Black Blood Red Kiss ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley ~ Part 4 ~ Smut Heavy
Pairing: Ghost x vampire!reader (fem!reader, 141!reader, callsign “Fangs”)
Word Count: 4.1k
CW: MAJOR SMUT WARNING! angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, smut, biting, teasing, kisses, jealousy, possessiveness, nipple play, oral reader receiving, deep penetration, raw sex, dominance, begging, praise, seriously though I’m about to go ham with the smut in this chapter
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: Being turned into a vampire never stopped you from joining the military. In fact, it only made it easier for you with new strength, stamina, reflexes, and precision. The only challenge you now faced was keeping your true nature a secret. This is incredibly difficult to do when your new teammate, Ghost, smells so delicious. What will happen to your relationship with him once you both get a dangerous taste of each other?
Chapter Synopsis: Ghost finally has you back in his arms and he is determined to convince you that his were all that you would ever need. Using his physical talents, he is going to satiate all of your appetites. And fuck, it is going to feel so good right now. You’ll worry about the consequences later. (MAJOR SMUT ALERT)
Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6
Your heart was beating in your ears the entire ride back to Ghost’s place. A crimson blush stained your cheeks as your body ran lava hot. Plush thighs pressed together tightly as your pussy couldn’t stop tingling in anticipation. Pressing your head against the coolness of the window, you tried to chill out. The words to just tell Ghost to pull over on the side of the road to fuck in the car was pushing on the tip of your tongue.
Ghost was getting damn near impatient too. The drive back home never felt so agonizingly long before. Besides the aphrodisiac effects still coursing through his blood, you were driving him crazy as you sat in his passenger seat. The scent of your sweet, delicate perfume, the slight rise of your skirt against your thighs, your subtle, heavy breaths blowing past matte red lips.
He picked up speed as he reached the outskirts of the city. It wouldn’t have been the best, but if he were to get pulled over at this point for speeding, he would use his status to be excused. He already used his title once tonight out of personal gain. What would be a second time?
Further into the more rural areas of the city, Ghost felt his body buzzing louder. Just a few more miles until he had you. The woman he’s been pining over for months now would finally be in his arms, screaming in pleasure.
Not being able to resist touching you as your destination was close, he reached over and put his hand on your thigh, squeezing tight. You gasped quietly and shivered, clearly also still being under the effects of your own aphrodisiac. Ghost managed to catch your expression through the reflection of the window. He gulped hard, savoring the expression he would soon make you show him directly.
Fuck, he was hard. Ghost tightened the grip on the wheel, turning it into his driveway in a skewed park. He undid your seat belt for you before getting out of his own. Getting out, you noticed that you had been taken to a house. You weren’t paying much attention to the scenery on the drive, so you didn’t realize that Ghost owned a house, not an apartment.
It was a nice, simple house. Quaint and quiet from the bustle of the city. There didn’t seem to be any other houses close by, whatever land that was around belonging to your lieutenant.
A whole house with plenty of rooms to fuck in.
You blushed at your own involuntary thought. Jesus, you’ve always had a high libido even before turning into a vampire, but were you always such a pervert?
Taking your hand, Ghost dragged you inside, wanting to waste no more time. Once his wooden door was closed and locked, he pinned you against it, taking your lips like he hasn’t kissed you in years. You melted under him immediately, fueling the flames of lust by wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close again. Tongues pushed against each other, tasting the dying flavors of half an hour before this. His hands traveled to your hips, erasing the touch of the man at the club with his.
Body heat exuded out from the thin fabric of your dress. Tracing one hand up the curve of your back, he felt for your bra clip only to find that you weren’t wearing one at all.
Ghost became pissed.
He pushed you back and spun you around, pinning your wrists against the door as you faced it. His finger pressed against your spine, following down the line deliberately slow. You felt his hot breath against your ear and you trembled. “You aren’t wearing a bra.”
Your eyes widened as he made his anger known. He all but growled his displeasure into your ear. Yet, this excited you. God, it made you so weak in the knees. “It doesn’t look right to wear a bra with this dress.”
His jaw locked as he detected your lie. Taking the back zipper, he exposed your smooth back. Wrapping his arm around your stomach to support your weight, he bent you down and dragged his tongue from the small of your back to your neck. At the same time, his hard-on pressed against your ass, his knee pushed up between your legs.
Your vision went white for a second and you yelped, the slew of sexual attacks undoing you deliciously. You gasped for air as he stole your breath, his tongue now getting a taste of the side of your neck. “Don’t lie to me, Fangs. I don’t like it.”
Ghost pressed his erection into you further, making your sex drip into your panties. The straps of your dress slid down your shoulders to which Ghost eagerly kissed using his tongue and teeth. It felt like your brain was being turned to mush bit by bit. You scrunched your brows in frustration with his toying. “If you already know the real reason, why would you say something?”
“Fangs.” He warned curtly, tension simmering from your attitude that was still apparently present. He wanted you to have some remorse. He wanted you to say that going out was your mistake. That you should’ve come to him first.
You nearly tripped as he then pulled you into his dining room. LIfting you up on the table, he loomed over you. A raging storm was in his eyes, his composure faltering every beat of his heart. Your jaw was taken and opened, Ghost claiming it now much more aggressively.
The metallic taste of blood followed by a flow of honey hormones sent you haywire. He had used your teeth as his own knife again, giving you some of his blood to suck off his tongue. The sensation was instant, every mile of nerve in you shuttering and crying for more. You felt his touch tenfold, cunt electrified for something more than grinding.
“Ghost!” You tried to warn, pushing his chest for space, but it came off more like a whimper. He was playing with fire, letting you taste his blood like he has been. Who knew what you would end up doing to him if he kept indulging you.
“I don’t want to hear any more sass out of you. If you’re going to scream my name, you are going to do it with pleasure on your face.” He ordered, his tone nearly no different than when he spoke to you like your lieutenant. Then, he pushed the tip of his thumb into your mouth, right against your razor-sharp canine. As you got another hit, he pulled your dress down to reveal your tits.
You moaned out your ecstasy as he twirled your nipple in his mouth. The other one was rolled between his fingers, sending shockwaves down to your very core. All the while, his fresh cut kept making the pleasure get stronger.
There was a sharp ringing in your ears as your arousal filled every space within you. Hot adrenaline kicked into your veins and you lost control. You tugged his blond locks, encouraging him to keep going. To give you more.
More.
More!
“Holy shit, more! Ghost, more!” You caved into your desires, your self-control melting away with each drop of delicious blood that dripped onto your tastebuds. His own arousal could be tasted within it. It tasted like sweet, spicy bourbon that would warm your soul on a cold, winter’s day. You couldn’t get enough of it.
Ghost’s cock ached in his pants as you finally gave in to him. He wasn’t expecting for you to beg so soon, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it filled him with his own power. Instincts were screaming at him to mate with you. To fuck you so good and deep that he would lose his own mind. It didn’t help that you were on his dining table, a feast on the eyes and on his tastes.
He pinched your nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue, making you squirm under him. The bottom of your skirt was hiked up further, allowing Ghost to feel soft, lacy panties underneath his fingertips.
Now this, he had to see.
Standing up, he got a good look at the mess he made of you already. You were salivating, hunger for more clear as day as your pupils became slitted sharp. Every inch of you was trembling. Nipples were rock solid and reaching out to be teased again. And then your panties. Black. Lacy. A thong.
Oh, Ghost was going to floss his teeth with a pretty thing like that.
Under his heated gaze, you became flustered. Embarrassed, yet invigorated. The look of desire he gave you yearned for so much more. Your lack of filter now would be sure to vocalize just what you wanted. “Eat me.”
Fucking Christ, you were so hot.
He stripped off your dress and latched onto the band of your panties with his mouth, pulling down and feeling your smooth legs against his face. Roughly, he spread your legs open, rejoicing over the privilege to see your weeping pussy for himself.
And what a beauty it was. Pink. Glistening. Absolutely leaking for him. He picked up some of your flowing nectar with his digits, feeling how slippery you really were. Unbuckling his pants, he freed his erection from its painful confines. You drooled at the sneak peek, your insides aching to be filled with him.
Your boss slid you up further on the table before diving right into the best meal he’s ever had. You were honey on his buds, your folds silky and warm. You arched your back and whimpered, his tongue feeling like heaven on earth. He lathered up your clit, the sensitive pearl throbbing hard at each swipe.
He really was eating you. Every inch. Every drop. The more he licked though, the more you leaked. The more you moaned. The more he twitched. God, you tasted divine. He nipped at your clit then licked your length, your legs quaking from the intensity. Using his thumbs, he spread you open and tasted you straight for the source. When he shoved his tongue inside you, you screamed. “Fuck! Just like that!”
He loved your voice like this so much more than he imagined. You had him absolutely reeling every time you announced your pleasure. His heart almost couldn't take it. You were stunning like this under him.
Just like you, he wanted more.
“My girl likes her pussy filled?” He inserted a thick digit into you, feeling you coil tight and wet around it. You gasped sharply as he reached that gummy spot of yours almost immediately. When he pushed in a second finger, your eyes rolled.
“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Right there!” You moaned for him, your hips rocking against his hand for more friction. More pressure on that ripe spot you couldn’t get yourself.
His heart skipped a beat as he witnessed more of your unhinged excitement. It was like that cold demeanor of yours no longer existed. Ghost fed you more, pumping his fingers nice and slow for you. He knew how to curl his fingers just right to get that spot you liked. “Such an obedient girl now. Makes my cock happy.”
His rich voice echoed in your head, his praises making you clench tighter. He chuckled as he felt it. “My girl likes to be praised too apparently. You act cold, but you are actually really sweet, yeah?”
Oh god, your boss’s voice was its own source of pleasure for you. Every word out of his mouth made you melt further. The more he spoke, the wetter you got. You were sucking his fingers in so strongly that it just put more pressure on your weak spots. He thrusted his digits deeper and stopped, rubbing directly on your g-spot.
Kisses began again on your clit, his powerful tongue pressing into the bundle of nerves to really make you cry. His free hand had to push your leg back, your thighs threatening to close from so much excitement flowing through you. Now grabbing Ghost’s hair hard, you pulled him down to keep eating you. To keep rubbing right there. Of fuck, you were gonna cum.
As your breath quickened and your back arched, Ghost knew you were close to climaxing. And having paid attention to your reactions, he knew just what would push you over the edge.
He bit your clit and you came, nectar pouring into his palm and down his wrists. Holding back a smirk, he watched you writhe. Watched you kick out your orgasm. Watched your skin glow from release. Before you could even catch your breath, he slid his cock between your folds, his tip spreading your cum and his pre-cum together against your still sensitive clit.
Ghost’s dick jumped, aching to be inside you and relishing how soft you were against him. You had a lustful look in your eyes, begging for more. Begging for him. He shivered as you spread your legs further for him. Lining up his cock, he teased your slick opening. You moaned, drool dripping for the corner of your mouth to match your pussy.
In your moan, Ghost saw a wicked opportunity for the both of you. He shoved the digits he fingered you with into your mouth, nicking his pointer for you. Right as a drop touched your tastes, he shoved his full length inside you, bottoming out immediately.
Your breath caught in your throat this time as you climaxed, your body tensing as if on fire. White filled your vision as he forced more arousal on you. Ghost hissed and grabbed your hips tight to stop you from squirming. Your pussy was so damn tight that he almost came too early. Nonetheless, he was the hardest he’s ever been in his life. The cocktail of aphrodisiac and your gorgeous body was something he was fully addicted to at this point.
Once he regained more control, he chuckled. “What a good pussy, coming for me so easy. You’re so hot when you cum, Fangs, you know that?”
His free thumb pressed hard against your clit as he rutted his hips into you. Your hands grabbed his strong, solid forearm and squeezed, your nails digging into his skin. Without meaning to, you cut his ring finger against a fang, accidentally giving yourself another hit. Power jumped through you like being struck by lightning. Ghost felt the flow too, groaning and twitching inside you hard enough for you to feel it.
The lieutenant wasn’t one to miss a chance. His thumb rubbed your clit in circles as he pushed his cock far into your core. Once again, you came hard, screaming and scratching up the skin of his arm as your pussy clenched. But it wasn’t enough. It was far from enough.
All the blood you drank had clouded any voice of reason you had left. All you could think about now was how great Ghost’s cock felt sliding against your walls. How heavy he felt sitting in you, taking up as much space as possible. He was thick. He was big. He was the best lay you’ve ever had.
“God, fuck me! Fuck me more!” You cried, your hips rocking like an invitation. Ghost’s heart soared and he couldn’t hold back his smile. Taking your hips in both of his hands, he began a consistent rhythm. From his tip to his balls, he claimed you at a deep and hard pace. It didn’t take long for him to lose focus on maintaining control. Your pussy was just too good to think about holding back.
His own moans fueled your fire, your eyes meeting his in the all-consuming passion. Every time he pounded you, your nerves singed. Your toes curled. Your back arched. You were drunk off of blood and sex and you couldn’t imagine refusing something like this ever again.
Your hands went to your own nipples, tweaking them yourself as you got closer to the edge. Ghost choked on his breath as you played with your tits while he railed you, primal instincts taking over each second. He wanted to watch you cum again so bad it made his heart feel like steel. He couldn’t recall wanting something so badly like this before.
Short nails dug into the skin of your hips as he man-handled you harder. Faster. You were staining his table with your slick and he didn’t care. Anything to see you climax around his cock again. “That’s it, angel. Pinch your fucking tits and make yourself cum. Cum for your lieutenant~”
Eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were plunged into another orgasm. Your nipples were pinched harder as your hold tightened. Your cunt squeeze to milk him, dousing him in more proof of your excitement. He clenched his teeth and froze as his balls emptied into you.
You felt his dick flex with each rope, his cum almost boiling hot as it coated your sensitive walls. Biting your cheek, you whimpered, as it only made you hornier.
Ghost breathed in deep before pulling you off of the table. You passed through the living room and into his bedroom where you were pushed onto his bed, stomach against mattress. Before you could say anything, he plunged his cock into your cunt in a prone position. The both of you gasped as the sensation, pleasure rippling like a wave.
Then, it hit you. His scent. His bed. His sheets.
Oh fuck.
Everything smelled like the man you craved since day one and your nose was pressed right into it. Before you knew it, you orgasmed, the slurry of sexy scents overwhelming your senses completely. Ghost felt your cunt tense and cry, bringing a smile to his face.
He stripped off his shirt, sweat clinging the fabric to his skin. It felt heavenly to feel your skin bare on his. You felt the hardness of his muscles against your back, a shutter running through you. His voice was now so close to your ear, each breath fanning your skin. He smiled as the red blush coloring the tips of your ears.
His hips rolled forward, hitting your g-spot nice and deep. He felt you shiver as he did some shallow thrusts to really fuck one of your favorite spots. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight and wet for me. You like it right here?”
Jesus, he was going to melt you into nothing. “F-Fuck yes, right there~ It’s so good right there~”
He hummed in slight satisfaction, slowly deepening his press into you. Kissing your ears, he encouraged more of your honesty. “Tell me what ‘it’ is, angel.”
“Your cock~ Ghost’s cock~!”
“Mhmm. And where is ‘there,’ my angel?”
Your breath quivered, his thrusts focusing on that spongy spot that drove you wild. He kissed the back of your neck while a hand intertwined with the back of your hand. Holding it tight, he peppered kisses all over any place he could reach. “My pussy! Fuck, you make my pussy feel so fucking good~!”
“Good girl. Cum for me.”
Ghost delicately turned your face towards him, finding your lips right as he made you orgasm. He ate up your moans like candy, cunt once again sharing the love with his still fully aroused dick. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he relished in making you cum on command. You turned him on so damn much that he couldn’t help but find nothing but satisfaction from it.
After your body relaxed back into the bed again, he flipped you over to fuck you in missionary. The time that passed when he wasn’t buried deep in your cunt was agonizing for the both of you. It felt like he belonged here, ravaging your pussy as his own. You felt it too, cunt tingling for him as it quickly remembered his shape.
Your breath hitched as you were forced to look at your boss directly. Eye to eye. So close together while he became your top fuck of all time. The way he looked at you made you quiver. Made you blush. Pride. Passion. Lust. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so wanted, if ever.
Fingers laced with yours, Ghost’s thrusts hitting the deepest parts of you in the most intimate way. You swear you could feel him hit your cervix with his tip that was leaking pre-cum by the second. You would have never let a one-night stand fuck you like this. Not this personally. But when Ghost did it, it felt out of this world.
Your heart fluttered as he stared down at you, his own expressions of pleasure something he couldn’t hide. He tucked a stray strand of hair that was sticking to your sweaty face behind your ear. With butterflies in your stomach added to the mix, your cunt couldn’t help but orgasm again.
Grabbing your jaw with his free hand, Ghost forced you to keep looking at him while you came. Not even a fraction of a second could be wasted where he wasn’t watching you cum. “Eyes on me, Fangs. That’s it. Ride it out~”
His hips kept pumping into you, not letting the tsunami die out just yet. Ghost was close again too. Your trapping, tight pussy would make sure he would release inside of you once more. Getting lost in the feeling, he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent that made him feel higher than a kite. His breath fanning your skin, his lips nuzzling your jaw, it drove you crazy.
Nails ruined his broad back as you scratched. There were sure to be marks. Your marks. If only your bite marks would stay behind on his skin too. He ruthlessly rutted harder, encouraging you to claw the fuck out of his back. He could take it. He could take all of you. Everything you had to offer, Simon Riley wanted it.
Stars drowned your sight and head as he suddenly bit your neck roughly, giving you a taste of your own medicine. He didn’t draw any blood, but he didn’t have to. You locked him in your hold and screamed your climax one last time. His rhythm staggered before pushing hard against you, bite unyielding as his seed overflowed in you.
Your rapid heartbeat like galloping horses was all that you could hear as he breathed on top of you. The ceiling danced in a swirl in your eyes as you struggled to catch your breath. For the first time since becoming a vampire, you were exhausted from sex.
After taking a deep inhale, Ghost sat up and pulled out. A cocktail of fluids began leaking onto his sheets. Not that he minded at all. If he wasn’t running on empty, the sight would make him go wild again.
Closing your eyes, you relaxed into the bed. The signature scent that brought you to your peak now being a source of comfort. You just needed to close your eyes for a little while. Just five minutes.
Ghost came back with a fresh, cold bottle of water for you. He was a bit surprised to see that you had fallen asleep given that you never seemed to be tired. Though, he did find pride in the fact that you were so secure with him. In his place. In his bed.
He settled the bottle down by the nightstand if you wanted it later. For now, he got into bed with you, pressed his skin to yours in a cozy spoon, and came down from the afterglow.
Black Blood Red Kiss ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley ~ Part 3
Pairing: Ghost x vampire!reader (fem!reader, 141!reader, callsign “Fangs”)
Word Count: 3.0k
CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, smut, biting, teasing, kisses, jealousy, possessiveness
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: Being turned into a vampire never stopped you from joining the military. In fact, it only made it easier for you with new strength, stamina, reflexes, and precision. The only challenge you now faced was keeping your true nature a secret. This is incredibly difficult to do when your new teammate, Ghost, smells so delicious. What will happen to your relationship with him once you both get a dangerous taste of each other?
Chapter Synopsis: You’ve been doing well taking care of yourself without needing your boss even for a single drop of blood. But it doesn’t mean that you didn’t crave being laid. Being too embarrassed and stubborn to ask Ghost, you decide to find a one-night stand in the city. Not without Ghost trying to have a say about it, though.
Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6
Ghost has been waiting on your word of hunger for weeks now. You have been grateful that he hasn’t asked much information on how being a vampire works, but you could tell that he was starting to get worried. Every now and then he would ask if you were feeling hungry, to which you always said no.
And it was true. Lately, you’ve been able to satisfy your body’s need for blood by enjoying meat cooked to raw at home. That, and you had a connection with someone that worked in a morgue that would discreetly send you leftovers.
It wasn’t the best tasting blood. At least it didn’t make you beyond horny.
However, you haven’t forgotten what it was like being with Ghost the last time you fed on him. Sometimes your mind wandered to that moment, how good it felt to cave into pleasure, how painful yet euphoric it was to reach an orgasm through grinding alone.
Whenever you thought about it, you had to distract yourself through work.
Damn, you really wanted to get laid. Like hell you were going to ask your lieutenant for it, though. The deal was that you would let him know when you needed to eat, not get fucked. Just the thought of approaching him to ask for just sex was mortifying. It was bad enough that you drank his blood. You didn’t need to add “sleeping with your boss” on the list too.
You could get your fix from somewhere else like you did with your meals.
Deciding to do some research, you opened up your phone and began exploring popular nightclubs around the city. If you were going to go to hook up with someone, you wanted to make sure the place would be decent. You didn’t want to end up hooking up with someone that was a jerk either.
“I didn’t know that you liked clubbing, Fangs.” Soap spoke up over your shoulder, being nosy like he usually was. The other guys in the office looked up from their work, curious about the conversation at hand.
You continued to scroll through the options, trying your best to pay no mind to their unwanted intrigue. “Not usually. Just bored.”
“I could recommend a few places. I’m not one for clubs usually either, but it’s a good way to blow off a little steam.” Your mohawked teammate added, inserting himself more into your personal life.
Sighing, you handed him your phone to pull up with recommendations. You were hoping to keep this to yourself, but what was done was done. The best thing you could do now was go with the flow.
You felt Ghost’s eyes on you the entire time. Intense and seething. You could tell by how smoldering his browns looked and the way he was gripping his pen tight in his hand.
Soap handed you back your phone, a place pulled up that seemed decent enough. Good reviews, good cocktail selections, decent music. What else could you really ask for? “This place is alright. Safe for women too typically, though, you probably don’t have to worry about that.”
He playfully punched your shoulder, feeling nothing but hard muscle underneath your skin. Afterwards, he shook out his knuckles while you barely moved an inch. Your face was as stoic as ever. “Thanks.”
You saved the location of the club for later and got back to work, your fingers flying over your keyboard so you could leave on time. The rest of the 141 got back to work, not sure what to make of your plans for tonight. Clubbing didn’t seem to match your personality at all, but who were they to really determine that. You were still newer to the team, so they were still learning things about you.
Ghost, on the other hand, was boiling in his chair. His mind was racing with all sorts of terrible conclusions. If you were going for why he thought you were going, he wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.
Sensing the tension coming from him, you decided to take a break from the room. It didn’t seem like a bad time to fix yourself a cup of coffee either. You headed to the shared kitchenette down the hall. It was empty and clean like it usually was for you. Working around people in a small kitchen was never appealing to you. That’s why you usually timed your trip when you knew that no one would be using it.
For a moment, you were able to enjoy it by yourself. Your stash of coffee beans were hidden away behind a cupboard full of spices along with your personal mug. A black mug featuring album art from one of your favorite bands you bought at a concert. Needless to say, you didn’t enjoy sharing much.
While the water slowly heated within its machine, you heard a familiar pattern of footsteps heading your way. His scent was easy to pick out even among the rich smell of brewing beans.
Ghost started off as nonchalant at first, grabbing his own mug from the cupboard and perusing the selection of teas in a wicker basket. Your heightened senses knew that he wasn’t just here to make himself tea.
“Clubbing, huh?” He began, putting on an electric kettle on the opposite end of the kitchen counter.
You watched your coffee slowly drip into the pot. “Yep.”
“Because you’re bored?” He pressed further, his hands gripping his crossed arms tight from your curt responses. You could hear his tone begin to get cold right back.
“That’s right.”
“Bored? Or hungry?”
You suppressed a frustrated scoff. “Bored. Not hungry.”
Your lieutenant clicked his tongue, not buying what you were selling. “Then why the club particularly?”
The coffee machine spitted out the last of its brew, steam rising out from the spout of the pot. You gave it a minute to cool down, opening up the fridge to pick out a creamer in the meantime. “Frankly, Lieutenant, it’s none of your business.”
The electric kettle began to whistle sharply, reflecting Ghost’s anger reaching its peak. He was quick to grab your wrist mid-reach of the creamer, determined to stop time to get to the bottom of what was going on with you. “You said that you would let me know when you are hungry.”
“I’m not hungry.” You narrowed your eyes at him, your pupils seemingly becoming sharp as a knife from your rising aggression.
It sent a shiver down his spine, yet it didn’t deter him. “When I promised that I would feed you, I meant thatI would feed all of your types of hunger.”
You were taken aback, shock clear as day on your face as you processed what he just admitted. A frozen anger coursed through your blood, putting your body in a limbo between hot and cold. You pulled your wrist free from his grasp and created some distance. “Do you know how bad it is to sleep with my boss?”
“I think that these are special circumstances, Fangs. Wouldn’t you agree?” He argued back, pouring his boiling water into his mug to steep.
You poured your drink into your own mug and topped it with creamer. This time, you didn’t hide your offended scoff. You hoped that it stung. “I’m a vampire, not a succubus, Ghost. And even if I weren’t, it really isn’t your place to say what I can do with my body.”
Ghost hated to admit it, but you were right. He didn’t have any say in what you did outside of work. You have all the right and freedom to do what you want. Yet, imagining you pressing your body against someone that wasn’t him made him want to punch the walls. Thinking about you dolling up in hopes to catch someone’s attention to satisfy your craving made him feel like he could burst into flames.
He couldn’t say anything back to you, settling on just staring into his steaming mug of tea. You had walked out of the kitchenette with your coffee, hoping that you wouldn’t have to hear anything about the topic anymore.
Your wish was granted as Ghost left you alone for the rest of the workday.
~
The night was bright and the club was thumping. The bass from the music was near deafening, even from outside. You could feel it traveling through the concrete under your boots. The air was filled with a collage of perfume, pre-game booze, and vape pens. The crowd around you seemed young. Excited. They couldn’t wait to get inside and mingle and dance.
As you approached the bouncer within the line, he gave you a once over. You stood up straight and proud as if you were a soldier standing at attention. The bouncer figured that you wouldn’t be any trouble, letting you in. Upon entering, you were hit with a barrage of bass, bodies, and lights. Your senses were screaming out in pain, overstimulation havoc on your body. Taking some deep breaths to calm your nerves, you headed straight to the bar.
It took you a moment to get the bartender’s attention, but eventually, they came over to your order. While waiting for your cocktail of choice, you scanned your eyes over the dancefloor, trying to pick out some easy targets.
That guy had a ring. That guy dances weirdly. That guy is too drunk. Too young. Too old. Too scrawny.
Were you always this picky? You don’t remember being this picky. You always disqualified men that would turn you into a homewrecker, but you didn’t care much about other ones that seemed available. It wasn’t like you were looking for commitment. Just a one-night stand.
You sipped your cocktail, the loudness dulling somewhat into a soft muffle. The taste of vodka and sugar lingered on your tongue, making you go back for more.
Meticulously, you picked apart every man that you could see, grading them on how fuckable they were. Finally, in the corner of the club where the booths were, you spotted a man drinking a beer alone. He was dressed more like a gentleman than most of the other dancers and he wasn’t that bad looking either.
Well, there was only one way to find out if he would do for the night.
You weaved around the dancers, protecting your drink in your hand as you approached him. He looked up from his beer, scanning you over to no doubt grade your own attractiveness. A small smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth as he looked forward to your sudden company.
“Mind if I join you?” You batted your lashes, laying on the charm as thick as you could.
It worked perfectly, the man scooting over so you could get comfortable. The skirt of your mini-dress hiked up slightly as you sat, giving him a much welcomed view of your upper thighs that seemed soft to the touch. He held out his hand that was decorated with simple, fashion rings. “Nice to meet you. I’m-”
Didn’t matter. You weren’t here to make real connections. In response, you gave him your moniker. It was the best name you could come up with that you wouldn’t have to keep track of during conversation and also concealed your real identity. “My friends call me Fangs. This is my first time coming to this club. Hoping to get a little lucky tonight.”
“Isn’t everyone?” He laughed as he raised his bottle to his lips, slinging an arm around the top of the book near your shoulder. You moved a little closer, keeping his attention on you.
“Including you?” You flirted, making your intentions clear if they weren’t already. The stranger gave you a confident side-eye, finished off his beer, and ultimately put his arm around your waist to pull you close. Now that you were closer, you could smell his strong, earthy cologne and the fact that he has had more than just one drink.
Perhaps you shouldn't be picky anymore though. At least he was decently attractive.
“Including me. I can make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world if you want it, baby.” He whispered into your ear, trying to deepen his voice to sound huskier. It was the oldest trick in the book and it nearly made your eyes roll, but you didn’t care. The only thing you were hopeful for now was if he was good in bed.
The stranger gauged your interest, his eyes wandering from your face to your exposed cleavage. You nestled further into him, his body warmth helping calm the goosebumps along your skin.
You felt like you were being watched.
It would have been too obvious if you took a look around. Instead, you tried to distract yourself with more flirtatious conversation. “Looks like I hit the lottery tonight then.”
He grinned, his hand on your waist traveling down slowly to settle on your hip. “We sure did. You wanna dance before we get out of here? Or another drink?”
“She won’t be doing any of that with you.”
You knew that voice. You knew that smell too. Swiveling your head around, you met a cold, raging pair of eyes that sent daggers through you and the man holding your body. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in his mostly bare face for the first time.
He was so much more handsome than you could have ever imagined.
Before you could say anything, Ghost grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the booth. Your body crashed into his hard chest in the force, ensuring that the sketchy man wouldn’t be able to hold onto you ever again.
“Hey, man, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend!” The stranger began, panic filling his eyes. Ghost glared at him, his arm around your waist bringing you closer to him. The man gulped and slinked further into the booth, absolutely terrified of him in his skull face mask and fitted t-shirt that showed off his soldier strength.
“Can it! Don’t ever touch her again. Let’s go, Fangs.” Ghost ordered, beginning to drag you out of the club despite your spiteful protests. He wasn’t completely satisfied with how the situation was handled. He wished that he punched the bastard.
Ghost hadn’t planned on going after you. He was trying to distract himself at his house, maybe get some shut eye to forget. Minutes turned into hours, though, his thoughts being filled with nothing but you. Imagining you fucking someone else was too much for him to just ignore.
It was easy for him to skip the line. All he had to do was flash his military status and he was led right in. He managed to spot you easily among the crowd, your face unforgettable as he thought about it all the time now. He nearly lost his breath when he saw how you were dressed up. A tight mini-dress that showed off every curve of your body, your hair pulled up into a cute ponytail, your boots drawing attention to your legs.
And then he saw the motherfucker. The way he saw him eye-fucking your body like that, his hand traveling down to get close to groping your ass, it made him see red.
So, here he was, dressed in jeans, t-shirt, blazer, and face mask dragging you out of there like you were his. Your muscles were stiff under his grip, your rage very apparent as you left through the doors.
Walking down the street and ignoring all the curious eyes, he began to lead you to his car. “What the hell, Ghost?! How dare you do this to me! You’re not even my boyfriend! You have no right to be this fucking jealous!”
He stopped walking mid-step, almost running into his hard back. Then, he firmly pulled you down into a secluded alley before pinning your wrists against the wall, trapping you.
You could have broken free. You should have broken free. But, something stopped you as your lieutenant met your eyes. There was a mix of emotions in his. Anger. Jealousy. Lust. Your heart thudded hard within your chest, your cheeks flushing pink from the proximity. Electricity zipped through your veins as your body couldn’t decide fight or flight. The way Ghost was looking at you was dangerous for multiple reasons.
“That’s right. I’m fucking jealous. I know I’m not your boyfriend, but I’m jealous anyway. I don’t want you to get your fix from anyone else but me. You know why?” He admitted coldly, his deep, serious tone sending a shiver down your spine.
You didn’t think that he would actually admit it. “Why?”
“Because you’re my fucking responsibility.”
Within a split second, Ghost pulled down his face mask and firmly pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes widened in surprise as he kissed you, his lips fitting perfectly against yours. Air seemed to escape your lungs as he continued to claim you, your feelings an indecipherable whirlwind crushing your voice of reason.
His kisses felt so god damn good. . .
You struggled to keep your eyes open, fighting to stay focused to take back control of the moment. With each kiss, you fell deeper and deeper into him.
When he shoved his tongue inside your mouth suddenly, you gasped. A heavenly sound that Ghost has been hoping to hear again. It also allowed him enough room to prick his tongue lightly against one of your fangs, quickly drawing blood that you tasted immediately.
And just like that, you were on fire.
You escaped his grip and practically jumped him, gripping his shirt to pull him down. To wrap your arms around his neck. To pull on those blonde locks that you have never guessed would be like warm, beach sand in hue.
Ghost broke the kiss to catch his breath. His own body was running haywire from the overwhelming desire to just push up that little dress of yours and shove his cock deep inside you. But not here.
“Are you ready to head to the car now?”
With his taste lingering on your tongue, your body screaming out to be fucked, you eagerly nodded.
You knew that you were going to regret this later. But right now, you didn’t care.
Pairing: bodyguard!Ghost x princess!reader (fem!reader)
Word Count: 3.3k
CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, physical abuse by parents, opposites attract, forbidden love, slow burn, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: After receiving death threats from a mysterious terrorist organization, your royal parents make a decision to reach out to the United States for help. Specifically, they want the US to send a bodyguard to protect their precious princess. When the 141 is called upon to investigate, Ghost is the one assigned to protect you. With your lack of experiences outside of your royal life and his experience with nothing but deadly, worldly affairs, opposites attract.
Chapter Synopsis: You were plunged into a deep sleep. When you woke up, things changed for the better and for the worst.
Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10
Darkness. All you could see and feel around you was darkness. Time didn’t seem to exist here as you floated around. For a while, there was only silence. A deafening silence that made you believe that this is what death was. Yet, your heart still beats. You could feel it. Death wasn’t this warm.
Another sound came soon enough. Beeping. A steady beep that resembled your own heart. Then, voices. People passing by. Passing conversation. And then silence again save for the steady beep of your heart. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear birds singing.
And then, him.
“My princess. . .”
You would know that voice anywhere. You fell in love with that voice long ago. It seemed like years ago.
His voice was everywhere. You couldn’t follow it and run into his arms. All you could do was listen.
“I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can, I don’t want you to bare that loneliness. I’m here. And I’m also hoping that hearing my voice will bring you back to me.”
Simon looked up at your sleeping face. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing was still steady. Your skin didn’t glow like it usually did, but it wasn’t pale either. You were caught in a limbo that he could do nothing about. All he could do was talk to you.
He took your hand in his, hoping that you could feel it. The I.V. drip kept your hands soft. Cold. He could call for a maid to deliver a blanket for you. He didn’t want his girl feeling chilly. After pressing a call button to summon a maid with a blanket, he resumed the one-sided conversation.
“You’re a real life Sleeping Beauty right now, you know that? The prettiest princess in the world, even when asleep.”
A blanket came quickly and it was tucked around you. He did his best to warm your hands up in his. “I want you to be prepared for what’s out there when you wake up. The world has its eyes on you. Press out the ass. Kept bothering hospital staff. It’s why you were moved back into the palace. You would probably feel better if you woke up here anyway.”
You appreciated the thought internally.
“Negotiations are postponed for when you wake, though you’re on a clock. They give you six months before they proceed with negotiations themselves. Your father and the resistance, that is. They see you as a leader, but they can’t wait forever.” Simon divulged, holding your hands slightly tighter.
He paused, looking over at your large window that overlooked a beautiful tree. A dogwood. The few white blossoms that were left reminded him of your hair clip. It was a miracle that it wasn’t lost among all the chaos. It helped that Simon took it from your hair before you were whisked away in an ambulance.
Simon reached into his jacket pocket, pulling the clip out to put in your hair. Gently and tenderly, he pulled your hair up and fastened it. It was a little sloppy, but that was okay. As long as you were wearing it, it didn’t matter. “There you go, Princess. Your good luck charm.”
A sad, lonely pit got caught in his throat as he looked at you. It made him choke and hurt and fear. He cupped your cheek. His voice cracked for the first time since puberty. “I should’ve protected you better. If I had, then the queen wouldn’t have been able to hurt you. I had promised you that I wouldn’t lose you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”
“Despite that, though, I will make a million more promises to protect you. I will do my damn best to get you back each and every time. I. . .”
“I’m in love with you, Princess Y/n. I should have made it clear before this happened. So please, wake up so I could say it to you properly.”
No response. Not that you wanted it this way. Your heart ached for him as he said the words you wished to hear. You were going to say it first before you got shot. You desperately wanted to say it back.
Simon gave a short, fake chuckle to mask his hurt and pulled his hand away from your face, taking up your hands again. “It’s alright if you need to think about it. It’s not easy committing to a military man. You are a world leader now too. You’re going to be awfully busy when you wake up. The last thing I want is to put you in a cage again.”
A moment of silence passed once more. Your hands felt a little warmer to the touch which pleased him. The back of your hand was pressed against his stubbled cheek. “I suppose that you are probably aching for some entertainment, yeah? I brought a book. I don’t know if you have read this one, but it’s a personal favorite of mine when I got the time. I’ll read it to you.”
With that, he pulled out his book and began narrating from the first chapter. He wasn’t used to talking so much like this, so his voice steadily began to grow hoarse over time. Not that you minded the way it sounded, but you did wish that he would let himself take a break. To share a cup of tea to let his voice recover from the effort.
Why can’t you wake up?
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It took a month before you finally opened your eyes. It was the dead of night when you did, stars dancing across the sky as the world kept spinning. Feeling slowly made its way through your limbs. A familiar warmth trapped your hand down in place on your side. You knew who it was before you even looked.
He was asleep. You’ve never seen him sleep before, now that you think about it. Good. He needed as much rest as possible. As gently as you could, you stroked his hair with your free hand. But military instincts couldn’t be tricked so easily. Within a second, he woke up, ready to attack anyone that would dare lay their hands on you or him.
As soon as his eyes met yours, his fight response disappeared into ashes. His dark eyes became glassy under the moonlight. “Y/n? Are. . . This isn’t a dream?”
“No, I’m awake. I’m finally awake.” You cried, relishing the reality that was before you. You missed the feeling of his rough yet comforting skin. His wonderfully honey hair. Simon’s look of complete love and relief. He stood from his chair and wrapped you in his arms tight. Your body was slightly sore, but you didn’t mind. His shirt caught the tears you shed as you were just grateful to be with him again.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling you as if it would be his last breath. “My princess. . . I’m in love with you.”
“I know, Simon. I am hopelessly in love with you as well.” You finally confessed, choking on your words through the tears. He was warm and real and here. You were too. You were his.
“I should get the doctor to-”
“No. Please, can we just stay like this until morning?” You cut him off, gripping his shirt to will him to stay. He looked into your eyes, deciphering your reasoning without words. Right, they would make him leave to check on you. Maybe not for long, but long enough.
“Alright. Just me and you until morning.” He reassured, lifting you cautiously like fine china in the bed to make room for himself. Holding you in his arms, the world was back in place. Simon kissed your head as you snuggled against his chest.
You sighed deeply, catching his natural scent that you missed. “I missed you. . .”
He felt his heart skip a beat. He soothed it out by rubbing your back. “You have no clue how much I missed you too. Before I knew it, you have become everything to me.”
“. . . Will this work between us? Can we make it work?” You gathered your courage to ask. If it was true that he wanted to be with you just as much as you wanted to be with him, then something had to give.
“I don’t think I can promise anything. That doesn’t mean I won’t try, though. We will figure it out. Together. I sure as hell will never let you go easily.” He decided, giving you a light squeeze. It pained him that you were anxious about the future. He wished he could take it all away.
Your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion weighing on your body despite the coma. Your energy hasn’t fully recovered yet. Not that you wanted to sleep. You tried your best to fight it. “I understand.”
“That’s my good girl.” He praised, sending your heart sky high. You pulled back some to look up at him, your eyes naturally falling on his lips. Was it too soon to want a kiss?
Apparently not since Simon zeroed in on your lips as well. He couldn’t help himself as he connected your lips to his, the world fading away in an instant. The beep on the heart monitor picked up pace, making your cheeks burn red in embarrassment. He chuckled at the sound.
“Someone getting a little excited?” He teased, his fingers playing with the blushing tips of your ears.
“And you aren’t?” You attempted to retort back, looking back at his chest to hide your flustered face.
“Who said I wasn’t?” He took one of your hands and placed it over his chest where his heart was. You could feel it thumping proudly. Quickly. His was beating just as hard as yours was from the proximity. It was undeniable. Neither was yours with the quickening beats from the machine.
Simon laughed once again, taking your chin to angle for another kiss, this one deeper than before. You shivered as he caressed your waist, making slow circles with his thumb. The monitor only encouraged him as he could hear just how crazy he made you. He loved how you kissed him so sweetly back despite feeling embarrassed.
Not wanting to overwhelm you, he pulled back and brought you close into his chest again. For once, he unfastened the hair claw you wore so he could brush through your hair with his fingers. It soothed you, the monitor soon slowing as you relaxed.
“I love you, Simon Riley.” You confessed in a sleepy slur, eyes feeling heavy once again.
“I love you as well, my princess. It’s okay for you to sleep again, you know? I’ll still be here. Always.”
~
You awoke with Simon right by your side, holding you tight as he still snoozed. His fingers were still in your hair, having lulled himself to sleep with the motions. You felt more energized waking up this time. Happier. More hopeful.
Though, that would soon no longer be a private moment when the palace doctor came in for a morning check up. They had expected a still sleeping princess and a dutiful bodyguard up and awake only to find the roles have reversed. The doctor, being a courteous professional, came over calmly and began to check your vitals.
Simon sat up from the commotion, now fully awake. “Not to worry, Lieutenant. Princess. I won’t broadcast the recovery just yet. She would do well with a quiet breakfast and working on walking some small steps about the room. Later this afternoon, she may meet with her father. As long as she’s feeling up to it, of course.”
The doctor finished the checkup and ordered for a maid to discreetly bring in two breakfasts. Your maid smiled cheerfully as she set the small table in the room. “Good morning, Princess. Just give me a ring when you are ready for your tea.”
Simon got out of bed first in order to help you up. Your legs were weak, but not completely unusable. You just needed to get the blood pumping through them again. Your bodyguard was there every step of the way to the chair. Finally, you could enjoy breakfast as if everything was perfectly normal.
“Any ideas on what you are going to do first then?” He suddenly asked, curious on what will happen next.
You hummed while you nibbled on one of the fresh-cut apple slices decorating your plate. A few ideas floated around in your head, connecting with each other at a time that foresaw a plan of action. “I’ll talk to my father. We will handle negotiations internally, nothing out to the press. If this is going to be a smooth transition of powers, then the last thing we need is the public spreading misinformation. After the negotiations are set and the necessary branches are ready to be made, then we will approach the public with the shift.”
“Couldn’t have planned it better myself.” A voice sounded from across the room. The both of you turned to see your father standing at the door, his face looking much older than usual. He swiftly walked over and hugged you tight, your own arms going around him. You could feel wetness begin to sweep into the fabric on your shoulder.
“Apologies. The doctor told me that you were awake and needed time, but I just needed to see my baby girl.” He beamed brightly before taking a spare chair at the table. While both you and Simon wished for a little time more alone, the presence of your father wasn’t unwelcomed.
You offered to pour him a glass of juice, yet he declined. “My sweetest, I should be the one pouring you more juice. Anywho, you don’t need me to plan negotiations with you. You can do that all on your own.”
Your eyes widened at the statement. Your brows furrowed in confusion as well. “Father?”
“The queen is dead and your father is yearning for retirement. I would be a fool not to trust my own daughter to take over all royal duties. Though, I supposed we won’t be royal much anymore.” He laughed warmly, a sound you haven’t heard in years. The last time your father gave a genuine laugh like this was when you were a child.
You have never seen your father look so free before. Like a weight that has always loomed over him was finally gone. Tears of happiness threatened to spill down your cheeks. “Dad, are you saying that I am to be the queen of Stuoca until then?”
“Of course, my princess. You are more than capable of the job. You have the hunger to learn, to think, to plan. You care about people and listen to their problems instead of making accusations based on assumptions. I don’t know how you did it, but you managed to become a lovely young woman despite how sheltered you were.” The king declared, topping off your glass of juice.
“I. . . don’t know what to say. . .” You laughed in disbelief. For some reason, you never grew up with the thought that you were someday going to take part in determining the future for your country. It always felt like your father and mother would be there to do it. To still have control. Or rather, it was always your mother in that particular picture.
The king looked sheepish as he realized that this was a lot to take in. So much responsibility and you weren’t even a day out of your coma. “Ah, not immediately, of course. You are more than welcome to take the time you need before we schedule these negotiations. The people we thought to be the enemy are rather reasonable and a pleasure to deal with.”
He stood up and patted your head as if you were still the small girl he was just teaching how to walk again. He radiated nothing but love and affection, now able to express his hopes for you without the weight. “Enjoy your breakfast, sweet. Call me if you need anything.”
Once the door closed, you looked back to your bodyguard, a proud smirk playing on his lips. “I supposed I should start calling you ‘my queen’ instead of ‘my princess’ now?”
You suppressed a few giggles, each one slipping loose from your lips before you couldn’t hold back anymore. Giggles soon turned into full laughter as you felt your moment of joy in full. Those happy tears you held back flowed freely as you looked at the man across from you. “I can finally do it, Simon. I can make my country a better place!”
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“Will it really be that long?” You sadly looked down, your heart feeling like it was being crushed by the universe. It was a beautiful day with fair weather and a bright sun. Yet, this was the saddest day of your life. You really didn’t want to cry. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t.
“I’m sorry, my princess. I can’t give you false hope. I will fight to make sure it doesn’t take that long, but it can be unpredictable out there.” Simon comforted you in his arms, not caring of his teammates that patiently waited by the car just down the palace steps.
With your country stabilized and diplomatic decisions in the works, there was no real reason for Simon to keep being your personal bodyguard. The military gave him an extra month with you, which was generous for them. Time was up, though. It was time for the next deployment.
It was not like he wanted to say goodbye to you either.
“What if you get hurt out there, Simon? What would I do?” You bit your lip hard, fighting back the storm that brewed inside you.
“I told you that it wasn’t easy being with a military man. You’re not getting rid of me that easily though.” He half-joked, using humor to cope with his own heartbreak.
At that, you giggled. “Will you write?”
“Of course. I’ll write, call, morse code, fax, whatever I can to still talk to you.” He kissed your hair, willing to give you a million reassurances in order to get you to wait for him.
You’ll wait. Someone like Simon Riley only came around once in a lifetime. You weren’t the type to miss your opportunities. “Just come back to me safely, okay?”
“Always, my princess.” He took your chin and kissed you deep. Without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper for a kiss that he would never forget. A magnetic attraction held strong, not wanting to let each other go. Just one last kiss. One last hug. Anything to prolong the inevitable.
When a shout from the captain gave him a time warning, both of you pulled back. It was like he was taking a piece of your heart with him. One that he could keep as long as he brought it back. “I love you, Simon.”
“I love you too, Y/n.”
Time slowed as he made his way down the steps, opened the passenger door, and got in the car. Your feet were stuck in place as the car began to drive off, the vision of him getting further and further.
Only a year and a half of this. You only had to last a year and a half.
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You invited March with you to the Shooting Star Festival every year to the point where the blacksmith expects his invite naturally. When you decide to invite Caldarus instead, March grows mad with jealousy and pushes for you to tell him the truth, eager to take you back. You were his first, after all.
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March x farmer!reader, fem!reader, swearing, angst, and fluff (SPOILERS FOR “BREAKING THE FIRE SEAL” QUEST)
The long awaited annual Shooting Star Festival has come. Like always, the town was buzzing with excitement to see the gorgeous display of the night sky dancing for the end of summer. Star-themed lights, pillows, and blankets were taken out of the shadows of the closet, new and established couples presented invitation brooches, and everyone worked to finish their responsibilities early.
March, however, was playing it cool. He did indeed look forward to the nighttime show, especially since you began inviting him to watch it with you every year since you arrived. But, he never wanted to look too eager. Too happy. Every time you have presented that iconic invite, he has pretended that it was a hassle. That he was only saying yes because his older brother would scold him if he declined.
Secretly, he enjoyed watching the stars with you. He enjoyed the attention you gave him. He anticipated walking you home right after. He felt proud of the fact that out of all the other people in the town, you chose him to bring your fates closer together.
So where the hell were you today?!
The grumpy blacksmith continued pounding out nails for an order, grumbling in irritation and impatience every hit of his hammer. Olric, the caring brother that he was, noticed right away how quickly his mood shifted to expecting excitement to pure frustration. As time ticked on, Olric also wondered why his brother hadn't received his invitation to the festival yet.
It wasn’t until March accidentally made a nail too flat that he spoke up. March never made mistakes unless something was really wrong. “Hey, bro, do you wanna take a break?”
“No.” March curtly responded, his voice snappy enough to even put his brother on edge.
Of course, that wouldn’t sway Olric. “March, what’s wrong? You know that nothing will change unless you talk about your feelings.”
The hammer ceased midair, the blacksmith debating on if he should be honest. He was never honest when it came to you normally. He didn’t even want to entertain the very real possibility that he liked you, not that it was much of a secret to everyone else. March was in denial and he wanted to stay within that comfort zone.
And yet. . .
“I’m not seeing the stars tonight.” March decided, dipping his toes into the water of honesty.
Olric raised his brows in surprise and confusion. “What? But you always go with Y/n. Did something happen?”
March scoffed and threw the hammer against the anvil, the loud, sudden clang of it startling anyone nearby. “I don’t know! She didn’t come to invite me today! I’m not at fault for anything. She must be the one with the problem.”
“Bro. . .”
“Don’t pity me. I don’t care about the festival. She can do whatever she wants!” March fumed, clearly not okay with how things turned out despite his protests. His older brother could practically steam coming out of his ears from anger.
“There’s still time before the stars. Maybe she’s just busy working today. She did expand her farm recently, so maybe she’s trying to get it ready for Fall.” Olric tried to reason, but even he was grasping at straws. You were never the type to wait around until the last minute when it came to your invites. You tended to give March the brooch first thing in the morning so no one else could beat you to it.
“Like I said. I. Don’t. Care.” March dismissed as walked away from the forge and into the shop. Olric could hear the slam of his bedroom door from outside. Knowing his little brother, he probably just needed some time to cool off. Surely, you didn’t forget about March out of malice, right?
~
A few hours later and March still hasn’t seen you. Every now and then, he looked out his window to see if you were just late as Olric suggested. When he saw no one, he just reassured himself that he didn’t care and went back to his solo pity party. By the time the sun began to set and everyone got ready for the event, March gave up waiting around for you.
“Stupid farmer, making me wait. Stupid girl, raising my expectations.” He muttered under his breath as he walked around town, trying to find a good spot to view the skies. As he walked around, he secretly looked for you. Maybe you decided to join one of the families this year. Maybe you promised to watch the stars with the kids instead. Or maybe. . .
March shook his head to himself, his dyed red hair hitting his cheeks. No. You wouldn’t invite someone else. You always invited him and only him. He was the one that you chose every year. He was the one that begrudgingly made conversation on the cliff with you. He was the one that made sure you got home safe.
Why didn’t you ask him this year?
The thoughts invaded his brain outside of his control. He felt his heart ache and his head get rampant. It was heavier than the anvil he worked on every day. March didn’t even realize that he was walking towards your usual spot that you shared every single year. Except this year.
His steps stopped as his eyes finally caught your figure. Just up ahead, there you were, making your way to the best view that the town had to offer. You had changed out of your farm clothes for something more comfortable. Something nicer and not covered in dirt. You even changed your hair for the occasion, dawning hair clips in the shape of stars. There was an eager spring in your step and a clear smile on your face that had the twinkling stars beat.
What the fuck?
Instead of calling out to you outright to demand some answers, March decided to follow you quietly. He knew that what he was doing could be considered creepy. Stalkerish even. Yet, he couldn’t help himself. What or who the hell got you so happy? And why wasn’t it him?
Keeping a safe and quiet distance, he trailed behind you all the way up to the peak. The usual blanket, pillows, and even picnic basket you normally shared with him was out on display. Two pillows.
March felt his face grow hot. The knots in his stomach ate itself like writhing snakes. It only got worse as someone from the right woods walked up to you, smiled, and took a seat next to you.
Who the fuck is that?
The man that was your date tonight had long, dark hair the color of evergreen pine trees. He had odd, protruding horns that looked nearly real. His clothes were long and flowy, a very traditional style that anyone would think was old-fashioned. A long and large tail moved behind him, also something that didn’t seem like just an accessory.
Who was this monster and why did he take his rightful place?
Clenching his jaw and fists, March watched the two of you chat, smiling over shared thoughts about the stars and how they were first viewed historically. The guy seemed smart and poetic. He also seemed to really enjoy having private time with you. You were having a good time too.
A new emotion overcame March. His hands went slack at his sides as the fire went out within him. Even with the weather still being Summer’s warmth, March felt cold to his core. This date was nothing like when you were with him. No awkward silences. No shut-downs in conversation. You weren’t nervous at all compared to when you tried to get closer to him.
Was that why you replaced him? Did you not like him anymore? Were you tired of his lack of enthusiasm and unwillingness to open up?
March bit his lip hard as he contemplated on what to do next. He said that he didn’t care. He tried to convince himself that he didn’t want you if you didn’t want him. However, standing in the shadows of the trees, barely seeing the stars that weaved people’s fates together, watching you and the mystery man share a moment that only comes once a year, he knew it wasn’t true.
Even if you didn’t want him anymore, he still wanted you. It wasn’t in March’s nature to just give up either. You were his first. Like hell he was going to lose you to someone else, especially to someone that he didn’t even know.
Steeling his resolve and without thinking it through, he stepped out of the woods and approached your blanket. The familiar fire was back in his onyx eyes, burning as hot as the forge he worked with everyday. “Y/n.”
Your heart skipped a beat as the deep voice you for long ago called out your name so determinedly. So possessively. You were quick to turn your attention to the stubborn blacksmith that planned on hijacking your time with Caldarus. While you did feel a momentary high of getting the person you like’s attention, you also felt a sense of dread begin to build. Caldarus wasn’t ready to be seen by people yet. It took a lot of strength from him to even meet you here tonight.
Besides that, March looked pissed. “March? What are you doing here?”
“I should ask you the same thing. What are you doing here with him? Who is he?” March demanded, his arms crossing over his chest as he glared at the stranger. Caldarus looked anxious for a moment before taking a deep breath, calming his nerves. For some reason, that pissed him off even more.
“I supposed that I will be discovered sooner or later. Y/n, how would you like to go about this?” Your partner questioned, giving you more control over the situation. It put you in an uncomfortable spot, but you were grateful that Caldarus had the sense to step back to let you handle March.
“I’m sorry about this, Caldarus. Before we do anything, how is your energy?” You considered, for now focusing on the needs of someone that wasn’t used to living as a human. March simmered as you stayed calm during the whole ordeal and gave even more of your attention to someone that wasn’t him. At least you didn’t outright dismiss him, though he still hoped you at least begged for his forgiveness.
Caldarus places a hand over his heavy heart. “I am at my limit. It would be a good time to head back. I may be up for further discussion within my own domain anyway.”
You got up and started packing your things in the basket, the show ending earlier than expected for you. Even if the outing was coming to a close the way it did, at least Caldarus got to see the shooting stars from a better view. It had been hundreds of years since he wasn’t an unmoving statue after all.
Once you were packed, you let Caldarus take the lead back to his home within the Deep Woods. March didn’t need to be told to follow along. He just did. He wouldn’t dare leave you alone with the stranger even if you were friendly with him. March wasn’t, and that’s all that mattered.
When you approached the large home, March lost his anger in a moment of shock. He hadn’t been in the Deep Woods for a long time. Along with the path having been swallowed by unruly vines with thorns, his parents’ grave was in the back memorial. That was something he wasn’t ready to approach yet, even with Olric’s support. So, he had no clue that such a pristine yard and castle-like home existed in town. Could anyone good really live away so isolated from people? How did you come to know him?
The inside of the home was clean and warm, the hearth in the middle kicking off a comfortable heat while it brewed a perpetual tea. March stood in awe at all the scrolls lining the back walls, the ornate bed with dragon detailing so unique in its own, and at the dragon statue that gave off a peculiar energy unlike anything he’s felt before.
All the while, you strolled around comfortably, helping Caldarus settle down on a pillow by the hearth. You filled a cup with tea and passed it over to him. From one sip, the color in his skin began to glow more brightly. How could someone that looked so powerful have such a weak constitution?
“Thank you, Y/n. This is exactly what I needed.” Caldarus graciously thanked. You nodded in response, knowing that it was good enough as the two of you understood each other.
Now, for the hard part. “Take a seat, March. Do you want some tea too?”
The burning irritation came back as you treated him so casually. “No. Just tell me what is going on.”
When the blacksmith took a seat, you poured yourself some tea and thought about your next words carefully. It wasn’t just Caldarus’s existence that was a secret that you were going to reveal. You had also been careful to keep your real identity a secret too.
Most people were still nervous and fearful of magic since at times it could be chaotic and uncontrollable. You didn’t think the people of Mistria would burn you at the stake for being a witch. That wasn’t in their kind-hearted nature. However, you didn’t want to risk being discouraged from living among them. You have been careful to protect everything that you have worked so hard to build.
There was no best way to start the conversation. March hated it when people beat around the bush too. The best thing to do was just dive right into the subject. “This man is named Caldarus. He is a dragon that has taken a human form only until very recently. Before that, he was confined to the form of a dragon statue on my farm.”
“. . . What?” Now March was just confused. He knew of the statue, but he had no clue that it was really some being trapped inside. If that was true, why didn’t the statue say anything the few times he wandered over before you took over the farm? How come you knew that information while everyone else didn’t?
You could tell that he was getting irritated with the missing pieces. Still, you tried to stay patient. “Only I was able to communicate with him in his statue form because I am a witch. I have an innate magical ability to do many things that would otherwise be impossible for other people. Caldarus became my partner in teaching me new spells. It was natural that we formed a bond from this.”
March’s brows scrunched together tightly. “Why didn’t you say anything before? Juniper does crazy things all the time with that cauldron of hers. It’s not like we would hate you.”
Your lips drew into a tight line. Caldarus simply sipped his tea, listened, and rested. “My magic is different from Juniper’s. Mine is more. . . involved.”
“Dangerous?”
“I wouldn’t say that. I use a lot of magic to help grow my farm.” You awkwardly answered. You were having a hard time finding the right words to describe what you did. Why you kept it hidden.
Fortunately, March noticed your discomfort and let it go. As much as he wanted to ask more, he didn’t want to push it. It wasn’t like he could understand much of it anyway. He could barely understand Juniper’s magic.
He moved on. “Fine, whatever. So why didn’t this guy just introduce himself to us when he became human? Why all the secret living?”
Caldarus cleared his throat to take over the conversation. “As mentioned before, I was living as a statue for hundreds of years. Much of my memory before and some during then had been a struggle to recover. My own magic and energy has been fragile as well. Before becoming involved with the people of the town, I decided that focusing on my recovery would be best. I would expect many to have questions for me, so I would like to regain as much of my memories as I can so I could answer those questions honestly.”
March didn’t agree with that decision, but he understood it. If the dragon really had been stuck all this time with only you to talk to, the others would probably find it odd that he knew so much about what’s been going on. It was no longer a wonder why the two of you seemed so close.
Not that he still wasn’t mad about it.
“While he recovers, I’ve been checking in on him when I can. I plan on helping him when he is ready to meet everyone too.” You revealed, finishing off your tea as the conversation seemed to naturally come to a close. You couldn’t think of anything else to add either. You thought that your explanations have been thorough enough.
Settling your cup on the edge of the hearth, you stood from the pillow. “It’s late. We should head home. I’m sure Caldarus would like some time by himself too.”
“Thank you for considering me, Y/n. Though, I may have enough energy to walk you back home if you would like. I know the farm is a long ways from here.” Your partner smiled, also drinking the last drops of his flavorful tea.
March’s alarm bells began to go off, his heart leaping before it looked. He quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his side, his expression firm and mean. Your eyes widened as you collided with his firm chest, butterflies going wild in your tummy. “I will walk her home.”
Caldarus didn’t say anything for a moment. It was hard to tell what he was thinking with such a neutral expression. The ancient dragon was no fool, though. He knew where your feelings swayed towards from private talks and exchanged secrets. It was clear to him how the blacksmith felt as well, even if he was stubborn about it.
After a minute, he closed his eyes in acceptance. “Very well. Ensure she gets home safely.”
“You don’t need to tell me that.” He retorted sharply before dragging you out the door with him. You didn’t even get a chance to say a proper goodbye before you were out in the night again.
You were upset. Now that you were not balancing the two men and it was just you and March, you let your hell unleash. “What the hell, March?! Why are you so rude?!”
March stopped in the middle of the path, refusing to let go of your wrist. He fueled his flame when you began to chew him out. Your pleasant mask dropped like a stone when it was just the two of you. “Rude?! Me?! What about you? Keeping secrets. Hiding people? Asking out someone else tonight?”
You blinked twice at his accusations, unsure if you heard him right. “Asking out someone else? Wait. . . were you waiting for me? Are you jealous?”
A red so deep that it was noticeable even in the dark rapidly colored his face. From the tips of his ears to the bridge of his nose, March blushed. “J-Jealous?! Absolutely not! You just ruined my expectations of you, that’s all!”
A wicked smirk began to take over your lips. His chest threatened to burst from how fast his heart raced. “Come on, don’t be shy now. You were waiting for me to ask you out like I always did, huh?”
He finally let go of your wrist and turned his back on you, shielding his face with the back of his hand. He couldn’t stand it when you gloated. He began to walk forward again to escape this torment. “Idiot! I wasn’t!”
“Uh-huh. Then why did you come to the cliff tonight?” You pried, moving around him to try to catch another glimpse at his cute, flustered face. The idea that March was jealous over you made you giddy. The fact that he waited for you made your body sing too. There was no way you were letting this go. Not after all the years you’ve been pining for him within your rivalry.
“Okay, fine! I saw you with a stranger after waiting for you all day to give me the brooch! You didn’t even give me a warning! When I saw you having fun with someone I didn’t know, I got mad, alright. Happy now, Y/n?!”
March didn’t mean to yell at you, but he could only handle so much teasing. Especially when it came from you. Your moment of childish joy was quickly snuffed out as March expressed genuine hurt over the whole ordeal. You froze in your place as those butterflies died. You looked down in shame, considering how you did mess up tonight.
When he noticed that you weren’t following behind him anymore, he stopped and turned around. He wasn’t expecting to see you so regretful. His own pettiness took a backseat for a change as he grew concerned for you. “Y/n?”
“I’m sorry, March. You’re right. I should have given you a warning first. I honestly didn’t really think about it if I’m being honest. . .” You genuinely apologize, holding yourself as a way to give yourself some comfort.
The blacksmith didn’t know if he should be offended or forgiving. He waited a moment while you seemed to build up some courage to say something else, hoping that it would clear up his possible misconception on where he stood with you.
You gave a shaky sigh, having still not gotten over the trauma of what had happened earlier that year. Still, you decided that March deserved more truth tonight. “Caldarus saved my life. Without him sacrificing his magic, I would have died.”
“I was opening a deeper part of the mines that was sealed off. There were many sealed doors, but I was able to open each one using things I found naturally in the levels and magic. But this one needed a Sealing Scroll. Balor managed to procure one for me through a connection. Costed me a ton of gemstones.” You dryly chuckled, hoping that it would shake the edge off.
It didn’t, but you continued. “I was warned not to open it at all costs since the scroll would be dangerous. I didn’t think much of it since I didn’t intend on opening it in the first place. When I used it to unseal the door though, it opened on its own. It was a trap I couldn’t escape in time and before I knew it, I couldn’t move. It sucked the life out of me. Even if I yelled for help, I was so deep underground that I knew no one would be able to hear me.”
“Through my connection with Caldarus, he sensed that something was wrong. I was on the edge of death after all. He couldn’t do anything for me in his statue state, so he sacrificed a part of himself to burn the Sealing Scroll and save me. That’s how he had turned into a weak mortal.”
You shook your head at your past stupidity. You should have been more cautious handling such dangerous magic. You should have considered Balor’s warning more seriously. Your careless mistake cost Caldarus his magic. Nearly his own life with how the effort depleted him. You could never take him for granted again. “I invited Caldarus to the festival tonight as a token of my gratitude. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a good view of the shooting stars. Besides. . . you never seemed to care all that much for it anyway. I thought that you had just been tolerating it. Still, I should’ve let you know beforehand before inviting someone else. For that, I’m sorry, March.”
March was speechless. He didn’t know what to say. He could barely process the fact that at one point this year, you could have died. Worst yet, no one would’ve found your body. At least not soon enough. Besides almost losing you to someone else, he could’ve lost you permanently. And he wouldn’t have even known.
You were still clearly traumatized by your experience. The way you refused to meet his eyes, the way your feet shifted as your nerves zipped through your cells, the way you held back tears that threatened to spill from those beautiful eyes.
Putting his own feelings aside, he pulled you into his arms and wrapped them tightly around you. A hand settled on your head, encouraging you to have it rest against his chest. Your body was stiff at first, having never expected this kind of affectionate action from March. His chin rested on your head while he rubbed your back. “You don’t have to hold back anymore. I’m here.”
Your body finally relaxed against his as you buried your face in his shirt, silent tears pouring out freely. You haven’t had anyone to confide in about the accident. Not even Caldarus in hopes that he wouldn’t think that you invited him out of guilt alone. March was the first and only person that knew your trauma now. And he handled it like a genuine friend.
He let you cry for as long as you needed, patiently waiting until you pulled back to wipe your face with your sleeve. The front of his shirt was soaked with tears and wrinkled from your grip, but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him now was that you were here with him.
As it should have been.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.” March intertwined his fingers with yours, gently pulling you along the path. When he looked up at the sky out of pure chance, he noticed that stars were still burning out along the dark canvas of night. It wasn’t as much as its peak time, but it was still a marvel.
You had noticed too, looking up to watch the last of the stars signal the end of a busy summer. “Beautiful, right?”
“Yeah. . . Beautiful. . .” March agreed. However, when you looked back at him, you noticed that he was looking at you instead of the sky. A light heat teased the tips of your ears as you caught on that he was talking about you.
After a moment of silence and more walking, he spoke up. “I’m sorry that I got. . . jealous.”
He was staring straight ahead when he said his apology, but you knew that he still meant it genuinely. It took a lot for March to admit his faults, so you knew he always really meant it when he said that he was sorry. You smiled to yourself, feeling the connection between the two of you become stronger. “It’s okay.”
His grip became stronger as you forgave him. He was grateful that you didn’t tease him either about his admitted jealousy. A new peace and understanding was there now, something that was welcomed with open arms as March realized that he liked you more than he realized. Not that he would openly admit that any time soon.
Finally, the two of you reached your farm. The animals were fast asleep in their cozy barns, the growing produce still dripped from the morning’s drink, and the gentle rustle of leaves from your orchard brought over a sweet smell to mix with the natural earth. You had worked hard to get to where you were, magic or not. Even if he couldn’t understand your magical abilities right now, he could still appreciate how you used it for the benefit of the town.
He walked you all the way to your front door, hesitant to let go of your hand. Separating somehow felt like severing a deep connection. Like the forge going cold when it should be fiery at all times. You weren’t just meant to be with him on this night. You were meant to be with him every night.
Soft light spilled from the crack of your opening door, giving him a peek on how hard you worked on your house too. Perhaps at another time you would invite him in.
“Thanks for walking me home, March.” You nervously smiled, wondering if a simple thanks was enough to really show how much you appreciated him tonight. While things started rocky, you couldn’t help but still feel accomplished as you ended up becoming closer to the blacksmith than ever before.
This affection you felt for him continued to blossom as he gave you a simple, yet confident nod. “You’re welcome, Y/n.”
Before he could give a final goodbye to leave, you stepped forward, stood on the tips of your toes, and gently pressed your lips to his. It was his turn to freeze from the sudden affection, his brain taking a moment to process what was happening. His heart raced like the last stars above, blazing brightly almost painfully before falling away as you pulled back. Your face was as pink as the peaches that grew in your trees. March’s face matched your tomatoes. “Good night.”
He was speechless as you closed the door, leaving him in the night on such a heart throbbing note. With no choice, he turned and began to walk back to his own home, touching his lips carefully with his fingertips as if afraid to erase the kiss that still lingered.
With a chaotic mixture of surprise, ache, anger, and joy, March thought about just how soft your lips were against his the entire walk home.
I’m recently new to your bling and have to say that I absolutely love love LOVE your writing style, word choice, and plot structure. It is so interesting to read these stories recently while I’m off on break.
Now onto the real thing: I don’t know if you’re requests are open but I cannot get out of my head y/n seeing ghost go berserk for the first time because someone injured them either during training, while flirting with them and they reject it, or during a actual mission. Once y/n gets better she tells ghost that it was hot and spicy stuff happens (or not completely up to you).
If requests aren’t open please just ignore this. Have a great day!
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Sorry for such a late reply. A lot of things going on in my life, one of which was moving into my own place! Anyway, here's a story that I hope satisfies that itch in your brain~
Down With Your Love
Pairing: Ghost x sick!reader (fem!reader, 141!reader, callsign “Moth”)
Word Count: 9.8k, One-Shot
CW: strong language, angst, violence, blood, fluff, attraction, one-shot, reader POV and Ghost POV, minors DNI, EXPLICIT SMUT, P in V, passionate kisses, hickeys, oral, praise kink, passionate sex, possessive sex
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: You are one of the new recruits that have been trying to prove yourself on base. Every day you have been pushing yourself to achieve your goals and stand out amongst your peers. However, you pushed yourself too hard and woke up one morning with a fever. On sparring day monitored by Ghost of all days. Ghost, a man that has had his eye on you for several reasons, steps more into your life as he determines that if you won’t take care of yourself, he will do it for you.
As soon as you came back to the realm of daylight, you knew that you were sick. Last night’s sleep was spotty at best, moments here and there of waking up with a creeping ache, heated turn, or throbbing headache that followed you into your dreams. Your mouth was drier than the canteen’s toast, the world spinned on a slow record, and god, your head wouldn’t stop pounding.
You groaned as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight pouring through your barrack window, the annoying buzz of your alarm clock sending wave after wave of ache through your delicate skull. It was always way too early to do anything, but it was especially too early to even wake up with a fever that stuck to your skin.
Turning in your firm bed took a lot of energy out of you alone, but you had to get up. You didn’t have the luxury of calling in sick. You were a newer recruit, eager to prove yourself and earn a spot into one of the more elite task forces. If you were to call in sick today, on sparring day of all days, everyone would think that you chickened out. You’d rather eat your boots than have anyone think that of you.
Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps, you got dressed and ready for what was no doubt going to be a long day. You wiped the sweat off your forehead with a soft cloth before heading out, joining the throng of recruits making their way to breakfast.
Who knows, maybe all you needed was something in your stomach to lift your spirits. As you got closer to the canteen, the typical smell of bland eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast filled your nose. Your stomach flipped violently as the scent, your body revolting against even the notion of food now that you could smell it. Feeling dizzy, you leaned against the wall to catch your breath. A couple of on-lookers glanced your way, but ultimately decided to mind their own business.
Well, you couldn’t not eat. You needed something light at least. Maybe some ice cold orange juice with toast topped with jam. Or perhaps some oatmeal with sweet brown sugar and a banana. You felt your stomach ease some at the thought of an easier, lighter breakfast.
Once you caught your breath, you headed in, bracing yourself against the onslaught of voices rumbling for the new day. The sound of everyone chatting and chewing at once made you wince in pain. What wouldn’t you give for just a second of peace and quiet right now.
As you expected, the line for the oatmeal was short. Many of the soldiers, mostly men, often opted for the usual hearty breakfast packed with protein. You preferred that kind of breakfast too most days, but not today. Instead, you scooped a medium portion of sticky, warm oatmeal into a cheap white bowl. The smell was a breath of fresh air compared to the fatty stench that permeated throughout the canteen. The brown sugar began to melt into the oats rapidly while you grabbed a banana and fresh orange juice.
You took your usual seat in the back corner, no one inviting you over or joining you. Not that you minded. You usually kept to yourself, slipping under the radar of a lot of social circles. Not that you were anti-social, but you preferred quietness when you could get it. Ever since joining the base, it’s been nonstop activity with testing, working out, training, and talking. Pushing yourself to the limits with everything that landed on your plate probably caused you to get sick in the first place.
There wasn’t much choice though if you wanted to survive, to stand out amongst all of the recruits that joined with you. You wanted to be elite. Someone that could hold their own on the field. Not who you were now.
That’s why it was so important to attend the sparring today. That, and the fact that the base’s best was leading it.
Thinking of the devil, in walked the guys that everyone wanted to be. The 141. Countless missions, countless successes. Some of what they accomplished sounded straight from some hero comic book. There was a buzz wherever they walked. Everyone gave their utmost respect when they passed.
And that’s exactly where you want to be.
You played it cool, only sparing a quick look in respectful acknowledgment, before turning back to focus on holding down your oatmeal. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, your instincts telling you that someone was staring at you. Slowly, you looked around the room to see if your hunch was right.
Maybe your fever was making you paranoid.
You finished up your breakfast, downed your orange juice like your life depended on it, and rushed to leave. A little break in the Records Room would probably be good for you before the sparring class began.
Little did you know that you were being watched. Watched by someone you would never expect either. Ghost, the man, the myth, the legend, watched you hustle out with a slightly more rock in your step than usual. He found your breakfast of choice this morning odd as well.
Ever since you joined the base, he’s had his eye on you. He was stuck in a meeting room with large windows overlooking the base. He was bored out of his mind as the higher-ups droned on about statistics he didn’t care about one bit. He was a man of action. He delivered the results, not analyzed them.
He had settled on people watching to entertain himself. He saw the bus pull up, dumping fresh meat onto the mass of concrete that was home to everyone here. A sadistic side of him enjoyed seeing the wide-eyes and hopeful smiles. He loved breaking them. Make them realize that this shit was no joke. He also liked seeing them filter out over time, making those that didn’t belong call it quits.
It was easy for him to pick out the ones that thought they were hot shit. Smirks, muscles meant to show off rather than be functional, side-checks against the recruits they thought were in the way. Those were always the most fun breaking. The military was no walk in the park.
But then, you stepped off the bus. Your hair was military tight, as it should be. Spick, span, and way to pretty to be here. You had a hard look, taking everything with a serious attitude, committing everything to memory so you didn’t look too foolish as you navigated around the first few days.
He had blinked a few times, hardly believing that a beauty like you wanted to be here. As soon as the meeting was over, he found your file. You had big dreams. Almost all new recruits did, but your aspirations were motivated by something more than just wanting to tell people what to do.
You had people to save. To do that, you need strength and power.
He could relate.
Since then, he’s been checking your progress subtly. Your test scores have been great and only improving with each month. Your aim has been getting much better since your first day. You have been doing good with building up your muscles and stamina too. As far as he could tell, you were adjusting well and taking care of yourself.
Except maybe for today.
It was odd to see you eat so light to start off your day. You seemed tired as well. Late night studying? Not wanting to spar on a full stomach? That would be smart. You seemed like the type to consider something smart like that as well.
For now, he let it go, chalking it all up to you just needing a little more sleep tonight. He was sure that you had the sense to take a break if you needed it.
~
You sat in the back corner of the gym, keeping yourself away from as many warm bodies as possible. Christ, you were on fire. Your head felt heavy too as you cooled it against the brick wall. You took a deep breath, trying to stop your heart from feverishly racing. Please, just last until after class.
Ghost walked into the class, everyone standing to salute, including yourself despite how much you felt the room blur. When he signaled for ease, you gladly took your seat.
“Sparring day. You’ve been training with bags and instructors up to this point. Now, you train with each other. No pull backs, no instructions. You will bruise. You will ache. It’s better than being dead on a field, so be grateful. First up, Blue and Jets.” The lieutenant commanded right away. The recruits exchanged worried looks as the first two victims got up.
You watched the men circle each other, trying to read each other’s movements before striking. Blue, the recruit nicknamed after the constant blues music coming from his room, made the first advance. An attempted straight punch to the chest to knock his opponent off his feet. Jets back stepped just in time and grabbed the arm, twisting it to pin Blue down.
As the men continued to tackle one another, you felt your eyelids get heavy. The break in the Records Room was short-lived, people coming in and out to find important information. You pinched your thigh hard to stay awake.
After the two men were done throwing fists, the next couple of recruits were called up. Then another. Then another, each called by the moniker if they already earned one. You suppressed a yawn and kept your head up despite how hot your body burned.
Finally, it was your turn. “Moth, you’re up against Will.”
You got up a little too fast, the world smearing before your eyes as you made your way to the mat. No one seemed to notice that you were sick thanks to how you stubbornly maintained your composure. Solid stance. Hard eyes. Purposefully slowed breath. Yeah, your body was screaming for you to lay down, but you weren’t a quitter.
Ghost watched you carefully, noticing how your usually smooth movements were just slightly choppy. It was a millisecond delay that didn’t seem significant to everyone else, but could mean life or death if this wasn’t practice. Nervous, perhaps?
Your opponent rushed forward, banking on his strength to overpower yours. Even if you weren’t sick, it would have worked. While you worked hard to build more of that physical power, you could never measure up to the strength of some of these men. Your body wasn’t built for it. Instead, you relied on stamina, quick reflexes, and proper timing to gain the upper hand.
With a quick sidestep and lean, you dodged the first attack. A surging headache washed over your skull as if someone took a hammer to it. The world went white for a second. A second too long. You lost your balance in your momentum, allowing an opening for your opponent to land a blow.
A terrible, agonizing pain immediately spread across your face. Your cheek was sure to bruise and blood began pouring out of your nose. You tasted metal on your tongue, a disgusting flavor that almost purged your breakfast right there. God, was this what dying felt like?
Your body finally checked out, your vision turning black through forceful rest. You were plunged so deep into a sleep that not even the yelling in the room registered in your exhausted brain.
As soon as Ghost saw you lose your balance, he knew that something was wrong. Everything happened so fast. Your stagger, the punch, the fall, the blood. The horrific fire bubbling in his soul at seeing you get hurt burst like a volcano once he realized that you weren’t getting up.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing, recruit?!” He began to scream as he touched your forehead. Bloody hell, you were scorching. Why did you even get out of bed this morning?!
“Wh-What?! I-I didn’t know she was sick!” He began to defend himself, his face flushing as he realized what he has done to you. So much blood pooled on the mat from your nose. It wasn’t broken, but it was damn hurt.
Ghost shot him a deadly glare, not tolerating his excuse. His gaze then settled on everyone else. They shifted uncomfortably, unsure why they were also receiving some grief for something only one recruit did. “Did no one in this room fucking notice that their comrade was ill?!”
His voice came out like gravel, striking their hearts with fear and guilt. They looked at each other, knowing that either answer was the wrong answer. There was no escaping whatever punishment they had to face.
“But, Lieutenant, Moth should’ve stayed in bed if they were sick, right? Is that really our fault?” One recruit piped up, earning some angry scowls as he dug everyone’s grave. They felt the same way, but they would have never said it out loud.
Ghost clenched his jaw tight, embers burning within his eyes that only seemed more deadly with the skull fastened to his mask. He recognized this guy. One of the hot-shots that was in it for his ego. He couldn’t help himself from standing up from your side, strolling over to the boy, and socking him right in the stomach.
He keeled over, gasping for air with tears threatening to spill. Everyone didn’t even dare to come to his aid. “All of you are responsible for your comrades! If your comrade is sick or hurt, it is part of your duty as a soldier to notice! Do I make myself clear?!”
“Yes, Lieutenant!” The recruits responded in sync. The notion that it was every man for themself was snuffed out immediately. It almost always only took one example to whip everyone into shape.
“Burpees for everyone and don’t you dare stop. I will know if you do.” He finally commanded. While everyone got to their exercises, Ghost gingerly lifted you up in his arms to take you to the infirmary. Light as a feather and burning with fever. Not even ovens burned as hot as you did right now. Your class was responsible for noticing your illness, but that wasn’t to say that Ghost didn’t also blame you for this.
You should have stayed in bed today.
~
Hours passed since you first knocked out. The sky was a lazy purple-pink haze, the sun plunging everything into a golden hour. It was the only time of day where all the drab military colors of the base seemed pretty. Your body was sore, your face painfully bruised. The fever dropped some, but not enough to warrant getting back to work tomorrow.
You tried to sit up slowly, feeling a damp, cold cloth fall off your forehead in the process. A large, gloved hand settled on your shoulder to guide you back down. “You need more rest.”
“L-Lieutenant?” You nearly gasped when you recognized the voice. Turning your head, you confirmed that it really was your Lieutenant sitting next to you, not some fever dream. Your heart quickened as he took the cloth, the scent of his cologne becoming apparent. You would think that he would smell like sweat and gunpowder. Yet, it was the opposite. Clean laundry, fresh oak, smoldering sage.
“In the flesh. You’re still warm. Been asleep for hours now. You should listen to your body when you need a break.” He briefed you. His tone was mixed with a chastise and relief as he soaked the cloth in fresh, cool water.
A deep sigh escaped your lips as the wrung-out cloth was placed back on your forehead. “My apologies, Lieutenant. I won’t let it happen again.”
Somehow, he doubted that. He thought that you would have been smart enough to know better before, but not anymore. Now he knew that you were stubborn when it came to your health. It only took this instance to know that. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Sir?” You scrunched your brows, unsure of what he meant by that. Instead of elaborating, he just took his seat again. You noticed the indent in it before he sat.
“Why they call you Moth?” He suddenly asked. He didn’t normally care about how people earned their moniker. Sure, he could be a little curious if it was strange, though he still tended to not dig deep into business that wasn’t his.
When it came to you, he wanted to know everything. Especially how a pretty thing like you got this nickname instead of its more beautiful counterpart; Butterfly.
It felt odd to have such a casual conversation with your higher up. Or rather, it felt odd to have a casual conversation with Ghost. You could picture yourself being at ease with someone like Price or Soap, who outranked you, due to how approachable they were. Ghost was never seen casually socializing with anyone but his team normally.
What made you different?
“I rescue a lot of moths that get trapped inside. Someone caught me releasing some outside in the middle of night and the name stuck.” You confessed. You released any bug that was found inside back outside, especially moths.
Your habits were moth-like, too. You liked to stay up late, finding yourself at your most productive while the world was asleep. You liked warmth and comfy sweaters. Not that anyone but you knew that. You were hesitant to reveal that to your lieutenant as well.
Ghost couldn’t suppress the smirk forming on his face. Thank god it was hidden under his mask. For a moment, he thought that you were quite precious for displaying such kindness. Most people would kill or ignore the pests that come in. “Qualities of a good leader.”
“Sir?”
“Looking out for the weak. Taking initiative despite what people think. You just gotta learn to take care of yourself more.” He both complemented and scolded, earning a small smile from you. Seeing those pearly white of yours made his heart flutter. Even with a bruising face, you were still the most beautiful woman he’s met.
Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would be comfortable enough with Ghost to crack a smile in his presence. Slowly getting more comfortable with him, you allow yourself to relax in the infirmary bed. Your headache began to dull as you took a deep breath.
“Good girl.” Ghost praised naturally, blush infecting your cheeks to blend with your fever. It was completely unfair that his voice was so deep and smooth for you. You wondered if he talked to other recruits like this.
The both of you sat like this for a while. Quiet. Resting. Ghost crossed his arms over his chest and learned back. He didn’t have to be here anymore. The both of you knew that. Yet, he wanted to stay. He was determined to stay by your side until you were ready for dinner and then tucked into your own bed. He hasn’t even checked on the recruits doing burpees. Someone would’ve probably relieved them of their exercises after a while, not that he cared. He just hoped they learned their lesson.
As the sun began to dip lower towards the horizon, your stomach grumbled, the oatmeal breakfast long gone at this point. Ghost immediately stood up to get you something to eat. “Any dietary restrictions?”
“No. Just something light?” You answered, surprised that he was going this far to take care of you. If you were slow and steady, you would’ve been able to get up and make your way to the canteen yourself. You weren’t going to argue with your superior, though.
The room was peacefully quiet as you waited for Ghost to return. The light hum of the air conditioner was white noise within your ears, making you close to dozing off once again. Carefully, you sat up in bed, propping yourself up using the pillow and wall behind you. You watched a few soldiers walk across base, killing time before calling it a night.
You could smell the chicken soup from down the hall, a salty, savory scent that made your stomach grumble. Just as expected, Ghost was considerate in choosing your dinner given your health. “Chicken and rice with crackers. Gotcha a ginger-ale too. Think you can stomach it?”
“I can. Thank you, Lieutenant.” You graciously accepted as you watched Ghost set everything on a rolling table for you. He stayed while you ate, making light conversations, getting to know you.
The more he talked with you, the deeper he fell. You were strong, intelligent, and beautiful, a perfect trifecta. At the same time, your crush grew every time Ghost demonstrated his approval of something. Whether it was your opinion or observation, he gave an accepting nod of respect. Every now and then, you could see the corner of his eye crinkle slightly, indicating at least a smirk under that mask.
Once you were done, Ghost took your clean bowl back to the canteen. While you waited, you prepared yourself to make your way back to your room for the night. By the time your superior returned, you were ready to head back.
“You’re gonna rest, right?”
“Yes, sir. I won’t be coming to training tomorrow.” You reassured, Ghost having insisted on escorting you through the base just in case you were feeling weak mid-walk.
He hummed in approval. “Good girl.”
Damn, that still made you blush like mad. You hid your cheeks as best you could behind your hair, but Ghost still spotted the red that graced the tips of your ears. He suppressed a chuckle, finding it cute how you blushed at his praise.
He liked women that liked to be praised.
You felt awkward when you finally reached your door. What do you say now? Saying a simple thanks seemed cheap for some reason. He looked out for you the whole day. But, it wasn’t like this was a date that deserved a goodbye kiss. Besides that, he was still your superior.
Thankfully, Ghost could sense your apprehension. He made the goodbye for you. “Get some sleep now, Moth. I won’t be seeing you tomorrow.”
You gave a short giggle that had his heart leap. Finally, you laughed for him. It was much prettier than he imagined it to be. “Sounds ominous when you say it like that. Thank you for everything, Lieutenant. Have a good night.”
~
As promised, you didn’t show up for training the following day. Ghost was both pleased and disappointed by your absence. He already somehow missed your presence. To keep his mind off you, he worked the recruits hard, still punishing them for their neglect of you. Has he ever been this tough on recruits like this? No. How else were they gonna learn, though?
The basic training didn’t stop until he heard groans of complete exhaustion. Exhaustion strong enough to have their knees weak. When he finally let them have a break, many of them just crashed on the floor mats.
The following day, you showed up, body lighter and healthier than ever. It seemed that your body really needed that break. Now that you were back, you were determined to demonstrate to your class that you weren’t as fragile as you seemed to be when you collapsed.
When you did rejoin the class, you earned a few scowls, still blaming you for all of the work they have had to do recently. Ghost noticed, but bit his tongue as you brushed it all off. In fact, when it was time to spar, you volunteered to go first. He was a bit hesitant to throw you into the ring so quickly, yet he couldn’t deny the determined look on your face.
Your movements were fast and purposeful, no energy wasted. Dodges were perfectly timed, giving you an opportunity to spot your opponent’s weak points. A little too much weight on one foot. A too consistent pattern of attacks. You read them all like open books once they threw a few punches.
You didn’t need to be the strongest, just the smartest. Ghost was thoroughly impressed and attracted. He knew in that moment of pinning another classmate to the ground that he had to have you.
~
You had been Ghost’s personal protege for a few months. When the offer came up, you couldn’t say no. It was a dream come true to be recognized by someone you admired so much. Not that you were treated much more special compared to your class in terms of training. You actually trained twice as hard as them to prove your discipline. It was only in private that you were treated “special.”
And by “special,” it was really just being able to enjoy more personal conversations with your superiors. It wasn’t just Ghost that talked to you, it was also the rest of the 141. Of course, they were keen on getting to know you as soon as they heard that Ghost took you on as your protege. It was rare when someone caught Ghost’s eye, let alone a recruit.
When they saw you in action at the various training facilities, they couldn’t deny your raw talent.
Breakfast was less lonely now that you had people to enjoy it with, the 141 taking it upon themselves to include you when they could. More responsibilities, more conversations, more opportunities. It seemed that getting sick was the best thing that happened to you oddly enough.
You really knew that they took you seriously when you were formally asked to come with them on a mission. Nothing too intense. Basic undercover to retrieve some highly sensitive information. If you did well and pulled more than your weight, it could potentially slingshot you into a permanent spot among the 141 team.
Like hell you were going to let this opportunity pass you by.
“You feeling alright, Moth?” Ghost spoke into your ear, the sound of his voice crystal clear through the earpiece. It sent chills through you to hear it so close.
“Slight jitters, but nothing I can’t handle, sir.” You spoke honestly, tipping your baseball cap further to cover your face. The target was moving casually, not noticing that they were being tailed along the busy street. It was a dinner rush hour with plenty of people walking, so it was easy to blend in with the crowd.
“Deep breaths. You got this. Eye on the prize.” He continued to talk you through it, watching you from across the street where he also stayed undercover. It wasn’t that he doubted your capabilities, but anything could happen. He felt personally responsible for you too. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him, for good or for worse.
Another voice chimed in. A friendly voice laced with a thick Scottish accent that you had come to recognize. “The both of you got this. Now, less flirting, more sneaking.”
The tips of your ears turned red at the insinuation. Ghost gruffed in response, neither denying or confirming that he was flirting in the first place. When it came to you and how differently Ghost treated you, he was always flirting in his own way.
The target began to weave through the crowd to reach the exchange point. You noticed the fabric of their jean pockets shift, their hands fiddling with what was no doubt the flash drive you needed. Keeping a safe distance, you followed. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Ghost also keeping pace across the street.
No sudden movements. Blend in. Don’t stare. The target looked around every now and then, pretending to read shop signs for the place they were looking for. You knew they were just checking to see if they were being followed. You took a deep breath, nerves jumping as their eyes passed over you.
No, you were safe. Written off as just another pedestrian making their way to a casual, late dinner. This was fine. You’re fine.
The target turned the corner into an alleyway. You lingered back, knowing that you would be caught immediately if you were to go after them too quickly. After about a minute, you cautiously peered around the corner. You spotted the familiar red jacket further down the alley. Listening carefully, you determined that the target was alone.
If this was the exchange spot, the buyer wasn’t here yet. Perhaps this was your chance to apprehend the target and take that drive.
As quietly as you could, you stealthily snuck up on the target. It was going to be a quick knockout. Everything was planned to a tee. Yet, nothing could have prepared you for an accomplice to warn the target of your approach. Before you could react, the target turned and pistol whipped you hard against your temple.
Your vision went dark, a horrible deja vu washing over you. A worse one. This wasn’t some sparring match on the gym’s base. This was real. This was your life on the line. Maybe you weren’t ready for this. Maybe all of the talent you had only worked in a controlled setting.
Maybe Ghost was wrong.
In your haze, you saw the barrel aimed at your head. A quick roll over saved you from an early grave, but you weren’t fast enough in getting up. The gun went off in your shoulder, a silencer protecting the conflict from the public. A sharp pain that spread like wildfire burned your shoulder. Blood began to pool against your clothes. No amount of washing could possibly get it all out.
You didn’t yell. You winced from the pain, but there was no screaming. Your adrenaline was kicking your brain into high gear in order to survive. Grabbing your own sidearm, you attempted to defend, but your goddamn shoulder wouldn’t allow you to aim properly. It was like something was caught in the gears of your movement. Was the bullet still stuck in you?
Everything seemed like it was over for you when your bullet missed. You were going to be gunned down like a dog on the street. Closing your eyes tight, you waited for impact.
It came, but not on you.
Ghost was blind with rage as soon as he saw the gun pointed at you. The blood on your clothes made it worse, his killer instinct taking hold of him. The target was no match for him normally, but especially not like this. Ghost slammed them into the wall, head cracked against brick. In their concussion, they were thrown onto the ground, the pistol spiraling out of their hands in the momentum.
It didn’t stop there, though. The only way to ensure that you wouldn’t be shot at again was to break their whole fucking hands. From fingers to wrist to arms, Ghost snapped the bones like twigs. Having shoved a dirty cloth from the ground into the target’s mouth, the screams were muted.
You watched as your lieutenant unleashed his wrath, the cracking of bones seeming to echo through the alley. When that wasn’t good enough for Ghost anymore, you watched him punch the living daylights out of the target until blood splattered across the concrete.
Watching the scene unfold didn’t make you scared, sad, or even angry. Something dark came over you. You were glad to see this asshole get beaten almost to death. It was punishment to not mess around with things they shouldn’t mess with, not including you. Sensitive information like what you needed to extract weren’t toys to barter or sell.
Besides that, seeing Ghost nearly kill a guy for you was kinda hot.
“Lieutenant! That’s enough!” Captain Price suddenly arrived, grabbing Ghost’s shoulders to pull him off on what could now be considered a victim. Ghost shook his head as if clearing whatever steam was still smothering his brain. When he no longer felt the full weight of rage, his attention turned to you.
Clutching your shoulder tight. Bloody. No tears. No screams. No whimpers. Just a steady breath and pressure on your own wound. You were a tough cookie. Most recruits would have cried.
He gingerly tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear. Slowly, he peeled your hand away from your gunshot wound. You winced and sucked in a quick breath, the fire shooting through you. It felt like your muscles were ripped to shreds. The fiery string spread down your whole arm and clavicle.
“It’ll hurt like hell for a while, but you’ll be okay.” He quietly reassured you, trying to see if he could spot the bullet embedded in your arm.
You watched Captain Price search the pockets of the target, coming up with nothing in the hoodie. “Front left pants pocket. They were fiddling with it earlier. Did I fail the mission?”
Ghost and Price’s eyes widened at your question. You should’ve had more concern for your injury, not if your job was on the line. You didn’t doubt that you would be okay. Most people didn’t die from where you were shot. Some time, physical therapy, and painkillers should make you right as rain again.
Recovery wouldn’t matter if they demoted you.
“No. Soap picked up extra feed from another source right before the conflict. The accomplice. There wasn’t any way for us to know until now. You are a good soldier.” Price explained, watching the worry melt from your face. It was obvious that you cared and wanted to be here. Now he knew more clearly what exactly Ghost saw in you.
You did some deep breathing while you waited for a recovery pickup. When the unmarked van pulled up, your body felt lighter. They were going to take care of you. They looked out for each other, now including you. You’ve always wanted this kind of support.
Ghost followed you into the back, the inside set up like an ambulance. You were laid out on a gurney, medical officials doing their best to keep you comfortable. It was hard to do that when every bump in the road knocked against your shoulder.
Soon enough, you were back on base in the familiar medical facility, a doctor prodding at your wound to fish out the bullet. Ghost was there the entire time, hating that you were in pain like this. He couldn’t be more proud of how you handled it, though.
You gave an agonizing groan as the bullet was extracted, but the relief after was euphoric. It was like getting a pebble out of your shoes after walking with it for miles. The bullet hit the metal bowl beside you with a light clink. “Can I keep it?”
“Why would you want to do that?” Ghost questioned, a tone of surprise light in his voice.
You instinctively shrugged your shoulders, causing pain to surge through you. Your doctor began to wrap you up. “Seems important to keep, I guess.”
A memento. A reminder. It could’ve killed you if the shot was anywhere else. For those reasons, it felt like something you couldn’t just throw away. After the doctor secured your bandages, they disinfected your odd souvenir and handed it to you in a small zip bag.
You held it up to the light, catching the fluorescent light on it. Ghost gave a brief chuckle as he thought about how you were full of surprises.
He was most definitely going to make you his.
~
It’s been a few weeks since your injury and you were healing nicely. You were dedicated to your physical therapy, taking the proper workouts and epsom salts bath needed to ensure peak physical performance.
You graduated from calling your lieutenant by his moniker when it was just the two of you. He had given you permission to call him by his real name if no one else was around. When he first gave you that honor, your heart raced within your chest as you played with it on your tongue. Hearing his own name come from your lips made him feel closer to you as well, a fire igniting within his soul.
You only fed the flames when you said it with a deep blush on the tips of your ears the first few times you used it.
The both of you were hanging out in one of the break rooms near the offices. It was a quiet day, many soldiers busy with work. You were taking a coffee break after grueling hours of paperwork. The coffee tasted better in Simon’s building. It was probably because they deserved higher quality beans as seniors. That, and the fact that you shared a cup of coffee with him.
The conversation was casual. Just the two of you in a small kitchenette that brought you close in proximity. You could smell his cologne as he moved about. His body brushed against your knees while you sat on the counter. It never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
“Wanna go out on a date?”
You nearly choked on your coffee when you heard the question, his bluntness something that you were still not quite used to. Simon never was the type to beat around the bush. “A date? An official one?”
“Of course. Don’t you know I like you?” Simon smirked under his mask, watching pink creep along your cheeks. You had an inkling of his feelings for you, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself from assuming that your superior saw you more than his trainee.
You gave it some consideration. Simon didn’t know that he could feel nervous anymore, yet he did as you gave it some careful thought. It was like he could feel each second passing by when you were quiet.
Finally, you gave a nod, accepting his invitation. “I would love to go out on a date with you.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear something nice, but comfortable.” He instructed, a weight lifting off his chest from your answer. With that, he left you in the kitchenette with his finished tea, getting back to the paperwork. You took a moment to let everything sink in. It felt almost surreal. A date with the lieutenant. You.
Paperwork felt like a breeze when you were in high spirits. There was a spring in your step as you moved across the office, the base, and eventually, your barrack. You were good at following directions, picking out an outfit that seemed perfect for whatever Simon had planned with you.
You normally weren’t one to dress up or do your makeup, but it was a special occasion. Some light makeup and a clean outfit made you look like someone worthy of dating Simon. Just when you were finishing up some lip gloss, there was a knock at your door.
Your breath was stolen as Simon stood in the hall, casual clothes showing off his build. His personal sense of style was masculine, a black jacket and nice jeans paired with boots, black button down, and dog tags. He still wore his skull balaclava, demanding respect from anyone on base that happened to spot him in casuals. Not that you minded.
Simon was also speechless as he witnessed you at your more casual. Such pretty eyes. Lips that were plump and kissable. He wanted to hold you close and never let go. He loved how you dolled yourself up for him, yet still stayed true to your natural beauty.
“Pretty girl. Shall we?” He extended his hand, demonstrating a more gentlemanly side that you didn’t know he had. Graciously, you took it, feeling his ungloved hands for the first time. Calloused, warm, comforting. It was a hand that you wished you could hold forever.
Wow, you’ve really fallen for him. . .
He escorted you to his truck, a simple black one that fit in with all the other cars on the base. It was kept clean, not even a leftover empty water bottle in sight. An air freshener in the shape of a tree hung from his mirror. The radio softly played for a moment before he turned it off to talk to you.
You saw a new side of Simon. As soon as the truck left the property, you talked about your interests other than work. You got to learn about his hobbies, his habits, his likes, and his dislikes. He put it clearly what his red flags were as did you.
A few miles in and Simon removed his mask, allowing you to see his face. A strong, clean jaw. Eyes so blue you could swim in them. A scar along his brow that gave him character. You giggled in your seat. He quirked that brow. “What’s so funny?”
“I wasn’t expecting you to be the blonde and blue-eyed kind.” You admitted, your gaze averting toward the window.
“What were you expecting?” He played along. The trees flying by slowly turned into buildings as you got closer to the city.
The familiar golden hour showered over you. “Honestly? Another skull.”
At that he laughed. One that came right from his belly. It felt full and near magical. There was something about you that made him feel comfortable. Normal. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time. “Is this a disappointment for you then? Me not being undead?”
“Not at all. I’m glad you’re living, Simon.” You reassured him. You got to see his smile as clear as day, your stomach doing flips and triggering your own smile.
“I’m glad you’re living too. . .” He confessed, his tone now becoming a little darker. He recalled the day you got shot. Your first outing on the job shouldn’t have gone down like that. He had his eye on you the whole time, but when you turned into that alley, it was like you had completely disappeared. A few seconds too late and you wouldn’t have been sitting next to him now.
You noticed how his face fell, his grip on the clutch getting tighter. Your own smile faltered in worry. “Simon?”
“I’m sorry for not being there soon enough, Y/n. You shouldn’t have been shot in the first place. If I was following you more closely, it wouldn’t have happened.” He formally apologized. You didn’t realize that he still thought about that day.
Your attention turned towards the window again, knots in your stomach circling over like snakes. “I don’t blame you for what happened that day. I blame myself more than anything. For a split second, I thought that you were wrong for believing in me so much. That I wasn’t as talented as everyone thought I was. You saved my life that day. So rather than saying I forgive you, I want to say thank you.”
Simon took your hand in his and squeezed it tight. He’s never felt close to anyone like this. So raw and open. When it came to you, he didn’t have to worry about being judged. You weren’t the type to be unreasonable or hold grudges. He had his team for support for a long time, but it could never replace the need for a real partner. In that department, he’s been alone for a long time.
If anything, you saved his life.
"Thought I scared you off back then with my blow up." He admitted, the atmosphere lighter for more honesty.
You felt it too. "Not at all. Honestly, I thought it was pretty hot. . ."
The two of you didn’t need to say anything else to each other on the matter. Both of you understood with just a squeeze of your hands. The security washed over you like a blanket. That, and both of you were near grinning like lovesick teens.
As long as Simon was by your side, everything would be okay. There was no need to focus on the past while there was such a bright future.
The rest of the ride was comfortable, the city now filling up the whole window. It didn’t take long for Simon to get to the restaurant, find a parking spot, and open your passenger door. The restaurant was nothing too fancy. Up-scaled comfort food. Simon had good tastes. You could tell that he thought about this date carefully.
The host led you towards the back of the restaurant, a special request to ensure as much privacy as possible. You took a seat, Simon sliding in your chair before taking his own. You took in the restaurant. Antique-style lights, fresh pothos plants weaving along the walls, quiet jazz over the speakers. The air was filled with salty, savory, and even sweet scents as the kitchen made both mains and desserts. There was light chatter across the floor, other couples and families enjoying a good meal.
You smiled at the menu selection, already spying several things you wanted to try. One of which being a house cocktail. The waiter took your drink order while Simon settled on a few appetizers to share.
There was no mention of work during the date. There wasn’t much to say about it anyways since you worked together. Instead, you focused on a little more personal details. You skipped over talking about his family. From the way he stiffened in his chair, you could tell that that subject was touchy. When you switched topics, Simon eased up.
He was grateful that you respected his boundaries. In return, he respected yours. There was a sense of guilt having read your files before and knowing a lot of information already, but he wouldn’t bring it up until you were ready to talk about it. It had to be natural.
The more drinks you had, the more you loosened up. You felt yourself smiling and laughing a lot more, the air as light as your head. The food was fantastic, the flavors dancing on your tastebuds even after you have swallowed. Of course, for you, dessert was the best part. You’ve never tasted a chocolate lava cake so warm and rich in your life.
After the meal, the two of you took time to savor your drinks. The restaurant began to filter out as the night went on. You were wrapped up in conversation for a couple hours before the two of you decided to call it a night. Once you got in the car, though, you dropped a subtle hint. “I’m not ready to go to bed yet. . .”
“What a coincidence. I’m not either.” He responded coolly despite his heart racing. A buzz of excitement traveled through the both of you as anticipation to take things further built up. Simon was no longer driving in the direction of the base. He was taking you to his apartment.
The combination of leftover alcohol and rampant emotions put a spring in your step. The two of you practically raced to his place, Simon unlocking his door in record time. You didn’t even have a chance to take a look around as he pulled you into his arms and gave you an earth-shattering kiss.
Fireworks erupted throughout your body, his kisses sweeter than the lava cake that melted on your tongue. God damn, he was a good kisser. His teeth lightly nipped your bottom lip, determined to make you shiver under his hands. An involuntary gasp parted your lips enough for him to taste you more. As soon as his tongue wrapped around yours, you moaned.
It wasn’t enough for Simon. He wanted to hear you cry out for him. Pushing your back against the wall, he pinned you in place to take more of his passionate kisses. His hand roamed up your back, desperately searching for the zipper to strip you down. The other was around your thigh, lifting your leg up so he could insert himself closer to you. You felt his erection press against your body, your stomach filling with a pleasurable fire that consumed you.
The zipper went down along with your top, your breasts bouncing free as he took your bra with it. God, he wanted to take you right there by the front door. He wanted to pound into you so hard you would scream and let everyone know in the complex that you belonged to him.
It seemed that you wanted the same thing as your panties became wet with need, your hips grinding into that massive erection. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth, each kiss wonderfully invasive. Your freed chest jumped with each breath and heartbeat, also aching to be manhandled.
You put your hands on his chest, feeling a burning heat like warming your hands by a fire. Simon smiled against your mouth as your own hands roamed and tugged for him to be a little more exposed too. Taking your hint, he threw his shirt off, feeling your eyes wander over every inch of skin that you could see. Strong. Powerful. Scarred. Perfect.
Even marble statues couldn’t compare to the strength of his body. Simon drove you crazy, your natural honey dripped past your panties and down your thighs. You’ve never been so turned on like this before. It made you want to go feral. It made you want to not only make love to Simon, but to fuck him too.
You slipped off your bottoms with your panties, wanting him to see just how slick you were. Of course, Simon stared. He couldn’t help it. Truely, how could ever let a pretty thing like you go.
A borderline evil smirk graced his face, his sharp eyes glimmering in mischief. It would be a waste if he didn’t drink from you tonight. Crouching down, he lifted a leg up over his shoulder for full access to what would undoubtedly be the best meal in his life. Your breath quickened as his fingers spread you open. “Such a pretty pink, dove.”
“I don’t think I have ever received a compliment for my pussy before.” You chuckled easily. Your laugh turned into a sharp moan as he kissed your swollen clit. Fuck, you were dripping.
“I’ll gladly be the first. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Simon praised, appealing to that kink he knew you had. And Christ did that fan the flames.
He kissed the inside of your thighs, opting to leave hickeys on each side. Your propped leg jumped with each bite, your hands gripping his soft locks tugging. “Simon. . .”
“I know, dove. But I need to do this to make you mine.” He claimed before leaving another mark on your soft skin. Your impatient moan filled the space, but you didn’t stop him. You wanted to belong to Simon. And if this was how he claimed you, so be it. He could cover you head to toe with hickeys if he wanted, as long as you belonged to each other now.
You waited for him to be satisfied. He wasn’t, his possessive nature wanting to mark you in more obvious places. He didn’t want to put you in a bad position when you had to work, however, so he stopped. Looking up at you, he smiled, watching you bite your lip in hopes that he would go for your juicy pussy. “Such a good girl, waiting for me. You want me to eat you out?”
The baritone of his voice echoed in your head like a bass string. You nodded eagerly, quaking as his hands teased your legs. “Yes please.”
He hummed in approval. “Good girl.”
His tongue brushed against your clit hard, feeling it throb in celebration against his buds. You threw your head back and moaned, back arching as shockwaves traveled along your spine. Your grip on his hair got tighter. It was a struggle not to pull it as you desired a deeper sensation. Not that Simon would have minded. What he wouldn’t give to be crushed between those luscious thighs of yours.
Simon swiped the full length of you, nectar flowing down his throat like the ripest peach. He loved the way your hips twitched to grind on his face. How you shuttered and moaned and gasped with each lick. He pulled you closer, a large hand groping your ass in the process. Plump. Soft. Heavenly.
You were so close to a climax. You felt the pleasure pooling deep within you waiting to turn into a tsunami. Right at the cusp, you moaned louder, begging with each breath. “Simon~! More~!”
He angled you more to push his tongue inside you. You were tight around it, tasting even more of the honey that flowed out of you. Stars began to swarm your vision as he pushed you closer to the edge. Now, you were really taking advantage of him. Simon felt his hair being pulled harder, just short of it being painful. Your soft thighs enveloped his face as well, a dream come true as far as he was concerned.
You rode his face harder and harder until you exploded. Eyes fluttered closed as you tensed, every cell in your body so blissfully singing in your blood. You screamed as he continued to tongue-fuck you through your orgasm, eager to not waste a single drop of you. His grip on you hardened to keep you from squirming too much.
Finally, he loosened his hold and pulled back. You struggled to catch your breath and your heartbeat. While you took a short breather, Simon stood to unbuckle his pants. His girthy, powerful cock sprang up, relieved to be out of its confinement. As soon as you saw it, pulsing and strong, you knew that you were in for an even better time.
“Hands on the door, dove.” He commanded.
You didn’t have to be told twice.
The palms of your hands settled on his front door, your body bent and ready to take him from behind. The tips of his fingers traced deliciously along your smooth back, down to your hips, and then tapped your butt in approval. “Perfect girl. I really can’t get enough of you, dove.”
His hands gripped your hips to hold you steady while he worked himself in. Despite how wet you were, Simon didn’t want to hurt you with his size. He wanted to make sure you could take it before he went wild.
You bit your lip and whined as he stretched you out, feeling pleasure already from his erection. His tongue felt great, but it couldn’t possibly beat the weight of his dick. It satisfied that need for something bigger. Harder. And did Simon fit the bill just right.
He pushed in deeper, slowly, until he was flush. You took deep breaths as you got used to having his all. Behind you, you could hear Simon giving a satisfied groan. “So fucking tight around me. Soaking too.”
The praises had you smiling like an idiot. It felt so good to hear him enjoy your body. It helped you relax a little too, allowing him some room to start moving. With a shake of your hips, you encouraged him to thrust as much as he wanted.
Simon started off slow at first. Agonizingly slow. You felt every inch of him slide, twitch, and rub as he moved at a snail’s pace. He wanted to make sure you could feel all of him. That your pussy would remember him and only ever want him. From base to tip, he carved his shape into you.
A small whimper escaped you as he took his time. He chuckled and watched your ears turn red as you realized he heard you. “Growing restless?”
“Maybe a little. . .” You admitted, your voice shaky as he plunged himself back into you. You could’ve sworn that he was deep enough to kiss your cervix, he was so deep. It made you salivate, drool threatening to dribble out with each parted breath.
“I didn’t realize that my girl could get impatient.” He teased further.
My girl. It had a nice ring to it coming from Simon. That was right. You were his girl now. “Your girl wants to be further claimed by her man.”
You couldn’t be more perfect to him. You said and did all the right things. That itself deserved a reward. Exactly what you wanted.
He thrusted into you harder this time, making you cry out as he most definitely kissed your cervix that time. His movements quickened, rubbing the sweet spots in you that made you feel alive. Your nails clawed the door, some of the paint scraping off by accident. Not that it mattered right now. In fact, Simon thought it was a good way to remember this day.
Your pussy tightened with each thrust. Honey dripped down your thighs and onto the floor. His grip on your hips got stronger, leaving another version of his claim on your skin. He groaned each time he pushed in, your warmth too good to be separated from for too long.
“H-Harder~!” You begged, vocal cords raw from moaning so much, but you couldn’t get enough. Just like you wanted, Simon stepped up to satisfy your craving. His chest pressed against your back as he reached underneath you to pinch that sensitive clit. Your vision saw white as he rubbed, pistoning harder into you. His other hand took hold of your breast, tweaking a solid nipple. That made you become undone.
You screamed out your orgasm, too invested in all of the pleasure to care if neighbors heard you. More of your slick coated his cock down to his balls, adding more mess to the puddle of honey on the floor. While you shouted and cried for Simon, he just continued to fuck you. He was getting close to his own climax and it was going to be a big one.
Simon bit your shoulder, the same one you got shot in. This bite sent earthquakes in you, the pain of it turning into nirvana instantly. His groans turned into growls as he moved rougher, short and hard movements making sure he was deep as he could possibly go. Your tight pussy squeezed around him more as your mind went numb from the bliss.
His hold tensed as he pulled out, holding you in place to shoot his cum over your back. It came out hot and thick before cooling quickly from the air. The sensation was welcomed as it brought your temperature down. You felt numb and dumb from the sex, legs wobbling for you to rest.
After Simon’s brain didn’t feel like complete mush anymore, he picked you up in a bridal hold to carry you to his bathroom. Getting off your feet was instant relief. “Don’t worry, dove. I’ll clean you up. Gotta take care of my girl properly, yeah?”
