Something wicked this way comes today! Check out the third installment in the âKing Dice gets a crown and a cape and makes himself kingâ lyric comic series!
It premiers 12:00pm pst so feel free to come hangout in chat beforehand and place your bets before it starts!!!!
Special thanks to : @leethecybug , @sciienc , @cherryblossomsans , @t-ggs96, @vuzzlez , @thenonehater , @flamefreakqueen666Â , @remember-happy-things & @fivemorenightshere for lending me the use of their excellent Cuphead OCs! Check them out go go go
Okay I did not think I was gonna post this au any time soon because it WAS just a cute and casual thing but for some reason it just grabbed a hold of me so HERE I AM
Iâve got a pirate au LOLLL â itâs called The Devilâs Revenge, and itâs pretty much just an episodic thing, no real plot yet except for backstories.
I have laid out the basics in AO3 already, if you guys would like to check it out (there is x reader in there as well!): https://archiveofourown.org/works/56878042/chapters/144621859
I hope you guys like this đ« if youâd like to see more of this au feel free to ask about it or come to my discord to chat: https://discord.gg/PY3JtWDXG2
Fanart: Mr. King Dice/ King Dice/ Stickler (cuphead franchise)
Wait a minute.. Is it Cuphead whoâs short af or itâs GameDice whoâs a frigging tower?
for kinktober what about you make one with two pornstars or maybe Ghost does a colab with a cam girl from only fans who he has had a crush on and he is so obsessed with her that in the video he keeps kissing her and praising her body
im horny so its why im requesting this
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F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, porn star!Ghost, cam girl!reader, oral!sex, unprotected!sex, P-in-V
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Simon is a well-known actor in the porn community and has made videos with other female creators before but there is one female content creator that he loves to watch. He has been obsessed with your body and content for years. He and you are in his flat, getting the lighting and cameras ready when he starts smiling at how gorgeous you are. "What's wrong?" you ask him when he stares at your face again. "Nothing, you're just too pretty." He walks over to you and smirks, the cameras recording, you and he know what will happen. He can't wait any longer, no intros just him wanting to fuck you.
"Such a pretty girl," his thumb under your chin, making you look up at him. His lips on yours, so obsessed with the plump lips you carry. Big strong arms around you, taking you to the bed and never letting his lips leave you. Your skirt lifted, panties slid down and he smirked, one nod, "Ready?" He knows his side always surprises the girls he fucks and he likes it but he wants to be careful with you, and wants to take it slow for the first time in his career. "I'm ready, Ghost." You use his pornstar name. "Good, darling," he kisses your neck, your arms wrapped around him. Your soft thighs spread, his bulge hitting your wet cunt as he dry humps you. Getting eager by the second to fuck you.
His finger teases your slick, and you squirm. "Ghost, please~" your hips buck, rocking them against his fingers. He chuckles. "Someone is ready to be fucked, isn't that right, darling," he kisses your forehead. You bite your lip and smile, "I need you to fuck me," you whisper. "Oh, I will fuck you pretty good," he kisses your neck, your hands on the zipper of his jeans. You take his cock out, you open your mouth. "Oh not yet darling, let me have fun." He whispers and spits on his fingers before stuffing them inside of you.
The camera captures how your body and his connect, he begins to kiss your clothed chest before he slowly removes the garments. In past videos, he would be rough with the women, with you, it's different. The tip of his cock slapping on your pussy. "Just take it slow," he whispers against your ear. His size, spreading your folds open, you let out whimpers, by far being the biggest man inside of you. Your hands wrapped around him, "Mark me, love," he tells you. It's like he finally found the woman he needed. The thrusts are slow, he doesn't want to hurt you, wants to get you used to his size before he fucks you with no mercy.
"Oh god," you moan as his thumb rubs your clit, your eyes on him. He knows you love it, he knows how much he needs to give you orgasm after orgasm. He kisses your forehead repeatedly, your pussy becoming his fleshlight. You and him, fucking on camera but with a burning passion that began when he picked you up at your place. How he immediately touched your thigh as he drove back to his, looking at you as if you were made from a dream. Your hands on his hips, his cock buried deep in you, your juices as a natural lube for him. He slips in and out of you with care, "You're so perfect, you know that?" He whispers. It was rare, you expected him to be rough like he was with the other women.
The body he watched on his phone as he imagined fucking himself into you, now keeping it warm. Your lips open a little, and he kisses them, his back with light scratches from your pretty nails. "Look at you," he smiles, and kisses your chest, his eyes never leave yours, it's like a trance. "I love this," he moans when he feels the pre-cum leak from him, your walls clenching around him. "Milk me, darling, milk me for everything I'm worth. I'm yours," he kisses you again and again."
He grabs a camera, missionary position as he records you and the way his cock disappears within you. He zooms in on your cunt, you chuckle and he smiles. His spit all over your body. Your pierced tits are already covered in love bites. All men will know you had me to pleasure you, was all he repeated as he kissed your tits and shoulders. It was like he was already possessive of you. His back with more scratches and that's when he couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck this, I need you R/N," he uses your real name. The camera is thrown to the side, hiding in the pillows.
He makes sure to wrap your legs around him, your arms holding him close to you. His cock sliding into you again as he begins to get rougher with his thrusts. "Fuck, Simon," you whimper. He smirks knowing he can keep this up and fuck you dumb. Wants to make you so sensitive it can manipulate you into saying you love him. You and him, both getting drunk on sex. His arms wrap around you as well. Your hand on his ass while the other marked him all over again. He groans and looks at you with loving eyes. "Just like that baby, just like that," his wide cock so fat, you begin to cry from pleasure. "SimonâŠfuck..please, please itâŠah..n-ngh~" your teary eyes getting kissed.
A grin appears on his face, "You like that? Oh my baby, so cute and small for my dick, huh baby," he kisses you again. It was like you held the antidote between them. You feel your core ache, your orgasm ready to spill all over him. "Come for me, I know you want to, R/N."
He rubs your clit again. Your moans like the star you are, too pornographic it made the neighbours understand what the single man brought the girl for. Your juices spill all over him. His under-tummy getting covered in it and for him it was glory. He doesn't stop, he pulls out and fingers your tight cunt. "S-âŠfuck⊠Simon..please," you whine. "Sensitive already?" he chuckles. He slaps your tits, hand on your neck, choking you as he lets the cameras capture what everyone knew he would eventually do. He slaps your tight cunt and moves so his dick is now by your mouth. "Fucking suck me off like the slut you are," he slaps your face multiple times until he has you opening your mouth. Your tears spilling out, his fat cock creating a bulge in your throat. His thrusts are finally animalistic, classic Ghost. Your hands try to stop him but all he does is rub your sensitive clit over and over. He pulls out, "Say you love me, bitch," he slaps you. Your tits bounce.
"IâŠn-nghâŠSâŠSimonâŠ" You cry and stutter. He slaps you again. "Fucking say it," he demands with a growl in his voice. "I..I loveâŠ.y-you," you whimper and he grins. His cock is back in your mouth and he begins to fuck your throat again. He grabs the camera again and as he was about to come, he pulls out, "stick your tongue out, bitch," he commands. You do so, your tits in the frame as he strokes his cock. While all in frame, his cum falls on your face, leaking so far that some ends in your tits. You smile as he makes sure the camera captures how much of a pretty mess he and you made.
summary: Months after your release from the 141, you try to acclimate to life back on base. Despite time, therapy, and medication, you still are haunted by ghosts that cloud your everyday life.
pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader (but like not even a pairing at this point lol)
okay real talk here and same psa as before but please do not read if you are not comfortable with ANY OF THIS! it is upsetting in all aspects!!
warnings: torture/violence, mentions of blood, bruises, and cuts, swearing, abusive language, ANGST WITH NO HAPPY ENDING
a/n: HOLY SHIT I didn't think this would take off like it did! thank you all so much for all the love and requests to have a followup to my initial request <3
You felt the cold tile imprint on your face as Ghost loomed over you. The small shallow cuts on your cheek pooled in a sea of crimson iron on the linoleum flooring. "Please," you choked out for the thousandth time, "I promise you it's not me." Your quiet pleas for respite from the torture were met by the harsh tug at your hair. "And I promise you this won't end until you tell us what you want," he spat in your face. As he violently let you fall back to the ground, you braced yourself for another round of terror.
"Did you hear me, Sergeant?" the therapist's voice echoed in your ears. You blinked as you stared back at her, balancing your trembling hands on the table. "I'm sorry, what was the question?" you asked as you gazed shamefully at the light silver cuts that decorated your forearms. "Have you done anything nice for yourself recently?" she repeated, "go on any walks, read a new book, try a new recipe?" You tried to think of the positives during the last year but none came to mind. "I started gardening," you lied through your teeth and she nodded in respect to your answer. "That's good," she encouraged and you just wanted this to be over. "Is that all for today, Captain?" you quietly asked, "I just want to go back to my quarters." She had a tightlipped smile as she gestured that your time was done. As you got up and gripped the door handle, she had one last comment. "You can't bury yourself in work, you know," she said quietly as you looked at her, "it's not healthy." You shook your head as you entered back into the hallway. "God how fucking pathetic," you whispered, trying to hold back another barrage of tears. The least you could do was go back to your quarters and drown in the minimal comfort of sleep.
As your boots clattered on the linoleum tile, you avoided the prying eyes of your colleagues. Despite your temporary disability leave and passing numerous psych examinations, everyone knew what happened to you. Whispers reached even the highest ranks and you left the sympathy flowers out to die in the trash. You ignored the phone calls and voicemails from your previous team, even denying Laswell visits to your hospital room. When you returned, no one ever uttered a word but their gazes pierced into you whenever you walked out of your room. It was humiliating but was nothing compared to the flashes of terror when you saw the faces of your old team around the base. You had taken a desk position, something far from your skills on the field, but it was all that you could handle for the moment. However, you still brushed paths with them once in a while, walking briskly when you saw their faces emerge from a crowd. Once, Gaz tried to come up to you to offer an apology after you were issued an official one from the military. However, a strong slap to the face and a fast-paced sprint in the opposite direction was all that was needed to tell them to stay away.
"This can end if you tell us where he is," Ghost whispered in your ear. You shook your head violently and bit your lip as your face was met with a hard slap. The pain shot through your body as he followed up with a punch directly to the gut. Your ears rang with static as he gripped your chin in his bloodied, gloved hand. "That's not the answer I want, Eclipse," he said through gritted teeth, holding your face painfully. As your eyes pricked with tears in agony, he released his grip. "You're fucking pathetic," he spat, "a double agent caught so easily." You stopped resisting with words from that moment on. Despite all attempts to reason, the chance of your survival grew ever slimmer and it all depended on the actions of one man.
Your solemn walk back to your room was interrupted by the hard wall of a figure. "I'm sorry," you said looking up but your heart dropped when you saw who you ran into. It wasn't the mask that made you realize who it was but the cold, unforgiving eyes of one, Simon Riley. Out of all the visits and calls you received, you never heard a word from him. He haunted you and in some cynical way, he was a ghost both in namesake and person. As you backed away in sheer terror, you kept repeating a string of apologies and incoherent tearful babbles. He took a step towards you as you stood in absolute fear. "Please, please don't come near me," you whispered, clutching the wall as your legs began to tremble with adrenaline coursing through your veins. "I just want to talk, Y/N," he said with an unsettling amount go kindness in his tone, "I-I didn't realize you were back from leave." With the late word, you could feel something inside you break. It wasn't seeing the rest of the 141 that sent you over the edge, it was the fact that he was staring at you with the same bitter gaze that sent your blood into a fever pitch. Your feelings of terror morphed into ones of anger and absolute fury.
"You didn't realize?" you shouted, not caring about how your voice echoed through the halls, "like you even fucking cared in the first place." His eyes darted around your figure and your tears grew like molten lava on your face. "No amount of apologies or therapy or goddamn medication will ever make me forget about what you put me through," you continued, throwing a frustrated punch directly to his chest, "you fucking broke me, Simon." With that final statement, you could feel all semblance of anger and fear dissolve into emptiness. You had dreamed of an altercation, one where you could finally release all of the frustration and nightmares you had endured. But now with Simon standing in front of you, you felt as minuscule as ever. You never left that empty abyss of a room and no matter how hard you tried, he would still be that horrifying presence looming over you. As he stood there, words never coming to the surface, you pushed past him without a second look. "Try to talk to me again and I'll have a restraining order for you," you spat angrily, "and you can tell the rest of the 141 my stance."
Warnings: smut, masterbation, send nudes, quick mention of breeding
Sequel to: Think of Me When You Cum Later
Almost an entire day passed without a word from you. Smug as he could fucking be, Simon was certain that it had everything to do with his little impromptu video he sent keeping your hands far to busy to type and God did that fuel him with a new secret passion; perhaps heâd have to send you another before he got back, just to be sure that you were a complete goddamn mess for him when you came to pick him up from base.
If he was really lucky and did his job right youâd have to pull over on the ride home just so he could fuck your brains out in the back seat of your car, so needy you wouldnât be able to wait the short ride back to his place. Youâd both have those window panes fogged up real fucking quick.
But there was one thing the self-assured military man forgot about and that was that you were never one to let him go empty handed. The moment Simon had sent his bit of personal porn for your enjoyment, he should have known that you would not want him to miss out on something special for himself; he needed to see with his own two eyes just how much you needed him. And since he had only made that ache worse for you, he had to have a bit of it back.
It was only fair after all.
So eventually once you were able to clear your head and calm your raging heartbeat, you got to work plotting. It had to be a cinematic masterpiece, something so good that he would definitely have to save for private viewings over and over again whenever he was away; you never did anything half-assed and since it was for him it had to be perfect.
The day had been uneventful and that gave ample time for Simonâs devious mind to wander back to you, wondering how many times youâd viewed that spicy clip and how absolutely soaked your panties were from it. Something about the silence from his phone only led him to fantasize about you being nothing more than a puddle in the middle of his bed, legs shaking from how many times youâd cum.
God, to be a fly on the wall he would have given anything.
BZZâŠBZZâŠ
As if prompted by his thoughts alone, his phone buzzed to life as he sat in his bunk wiling away the hours until sleep finally decided to take over. He pulled small rectangle out of his bag that lay beside his bed with a cocky grin plastered to his lips, ready to read the long string of texts about how his distraction was more than satisfactory. The older phone that Simon liked to take into the field didnât allow him to preview messages before he opened them, so he had no idea what awaited inside until he clicked the icon; his jaw nearly hit the floor and he had to immediately look around him to make sure that there was no one skulking about that could possibly catch a glimpse of his screen.
This was for him and him alone.
It was a picture⊠not what he was expecting, but he should have known better after his little stunt that you were bound to do something like this. The message directly underneath it read: âShit, baby, I canât seem to stop watching your video. Look what youâre doing to me.â
Nearly choking on his saliva, his heart stopped and forcefully restarted in his chest at the glory of image before his eyes. Goddamn he could not pull his sight away; you had to have gone to a lot of trouble to set this all up, but fuck was it worth it just so that he could see you like this.
There you were spread eagle across his bed, completely naked save for the singular hair tie dangling from your wrist that had become a staple of your everyday attire. Your hand was precisely placed between your thighs, fingers clearly buried in that juicy cunt of yours. Head fallen back, presumably eyes shut tight, tits up with your nipples hard, goddamn you were the prettiest fucking picture he had ever fucking seen.
He was falling head over heels all over again.
The pressure of his cock straining harshly against the zipper of his pants became incredibly painful all of a sudden and he rushed to undo the restraining fabric in a hurry; such a visceral effect that you always seemed to produce in him no matter how many times he saw you bare. Pulling the waistband open he lay there with nothing but his boxers to keep him covered.
It had been a long minute since your body was available for his viewing pleasure and he sucked every last drop of that photo down, transfixed as if he had been put under hypnosis. Eyes scanning every inch of that tiny picture glaring back at him through the darkness, the ache in his chest grew as did the heat so that even though his shirt was off he was still boiling to the touch; fuck he needed you so bad it was agony. There was no lie when Simon had said he was desperate to make you cum, he would give anything to feel you writhe beneath him right now, body burning as he put all his focus into making you slip over the edge as many times as humanly possibly.
Whatever he had to do, whatever sin he had to commit that would get him to you fast enough, he would in an instant just to ride straight to hell between those luscious thighs.
Satisfying your temptation was worth the damnation.
How much time had passed since he become consumed by your image he didnât know, but now there was something on his phone that was beginning to download. His heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears as he waited on baited breath, barely moving a muscle in anticipation for whatever it was you had sent him. Auburn eyes were boring holes into his phone as he watched that slow fucking progress bar inch its way forward at a turtles pace; Christ, it was going to make him drop dead from the excited expectation of what was to come once it was done.
BZZ... BZZâŠ
Finally, after what felt like a fucking eternity, the damned thing was finished and ready for him. A video was what waited for his viewing pleasure, slightly longer than the one he had sent the night before. With shaky, unsteady hands Simon dived head first for his headphones in his bag without a second thought, nearly ripping the canvas apart trying to pry them out as fast as his hands would allow. Shoving the buds into his ears as his pulse raced through his veins, he pushed play...
And his blood pressure shot through the goddamn roof.
âAhh, SimonâŠâ your breathy moan hit his ears first and his brain flat-lined as he nearly came just from just the sound of your sweet tone calling out his name. How long had it been since he had heard you mewling his name in the throws of passion? So damn long it should have been a crime.
The way you had the camera set up he could see it all, the perfect goddamn angle as if he were sitting in the room with you, watching as you touched yourself. Why the ever loving fuck could he not reach through the screen and get to you? That was the worst part of it all; he desperately needed to be the one to make you produce all those pretty sounds.
âFuck, Simon, I miss you so much,â you continued, your body jerking as your fingers continued to dance around your clit, your toes curling around the sheets. âIâve been so empty it hurts⊠need you to fill me full again baby. Reach that ache deep inside that I canât seem to get. Itâs only getting worse without you.â
Simonâs cock throbbed forcefully, pressing harshly against his lower abdomen as the video continued to play; it felt as if he might burst just from the sudden rush of blood to that beastly appendage. Swallowing down a stray groan that threatened to escape his lips and give him away, he nearly gagged on it just to keep it down, but fuck did he want to let loose. He was being consumed by his desire: skin on fire, eyes transfixed on your gorgeous rocking form, mouth agape as he breathed heavy, he took a hold of his engorged member and pulled it free from his boxers before he began to stroke the length; there was no way he could sit here and watch you like this without touching himself.
Back on the screen, your legs were jerking sporadically as you pictured Simon there with you, pumping in and out of you with all that he had. âNeed your fat fucking cock to stretch me out good,â you whimpered pathetically, using all that pent up frustration to aid in your performance; it was torment. âOh God baby, I need it so badâŠcanât take it.â
Fuck it hurt to hear your need and not be able to do a damned thing about it right then and there. He swore to himself that by the time he finally got his hand around those curves he was gonna fill you so full that your pussy wouldn't know what to do without him inside you.
Simon hissed under his breath as his grip tightened around his dripping, aching cock, rapid strokes gaining speed so as to perfectly match your rhythm just so that he could trick his brain into imagining himself pumping in and out of your tight, wet cunt. It paled in comparison to the real thing because there was no replicating how you felt wrapped around him, but it would do for now. Together you both worked yourselves on opposite sides of the screen, just trying your hardest to ease the torturous longing.âŠas if fucking each other across the space between you.
You were completely losing yourself in the moment, unable to hold back all those needs that had been put aside as he was gone. The image of Simon touching himself to the thought of you, his words sounding so desperate, played over in your mind as you worked yourself and you could not stop the way it made you feel, the yearning need for him to completely and utterly wreck your body to the point that even the idea of being with anyone else would never be able to come close to what he could give.
âShit Simon, I wantâŠ
I wantâŠ" you had to say it, it was gonna come out anywayâŠ
"I want you to breed me,â you said stammered out the plea as your free hand massaged over your breasts. That warmth was building, rising in the pit of your stomach as you said those forbidden words aloud. âI need you to breed me good Simon, make sure Iâm ruined for anyone else. Oh God, please, baby. I need it, I need you.â
Christ that was his fucking kryptonite, his Achilles heel, the one thing is the whole wide world that could stop him dead in his tracks and bring him to his proverbial knees. The minute those delicious words exited your mouth, there was no stopping his ecstasy from overwhelming him to the point that he could he was gone.
Oh he was gonna make sure that sweet little cunt had his name written all fucking over it.
Nope that was it, what little straggling bit of sanity he had left had flown and he could not hold back the pressure any longer from reaching its peak and violently throwing him off the ledge. With a strenuous grunt that echoed in his chest and a few hard tuggs up and down his shaft he came with such force that his body shook his entire cot as he stroked out every last bit of milky white fluid from the tip. His cum coating his lower abdomen, getting caught in the sparse bit of hair the covered the area was making a mess, but he didnât care; the euphoria currently surging through his veins like electricity clouded any negative thoughts.
The sound of your orgasm your mewls as your rocketed through you played into his ears, the perfect soundtrack to finish out the rest of his own pleasure. You fell back against the mattress, chest heaving with exhausted breaths as your legs shook and relaxed stretched out as the video finished.
Fuck, he was gonna need a cigarette after that, his body still vibrating with the sheer intensity of it all.
BZZâŠBZZâŠ
The phone vibrated one last time, a final text to send him off into the night.
âI hope it was just as good for you as it was for me,â it said, followed by a sneaky winky face. âSleep tight.â
If he thought he was missing you before, but that was nothing compared to now. It was overwhelming the need he had to have you making those sounds for him again. You had better be ready to getting the car cleaned and detailed because there was no way you werenât going to be pinned down in the back seat after that oneâŠbecause you had just made that ache so much worse.
Part 3:
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Fandom: Call of Duty
Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader
Summary: All the buildup, all the teasing
* first thing ive written on here. bare with me as i improve <3
âą when having a crush on you ghost absolutely lingers. silent stares are his absolute specialty. debriefing after a mission? his eyes are on you. sure, he may be standing a bit far from you, but the feeling of his eyes are impossible to ignore.
âą your interactions are few and far between at the beginning. however, when you do interact, ghost intends to make your interactions somewhat meaningful. never really outright flirty or affectionate, but his little appraisals never pass you by.
âyou did good kid. donât sweat it too much.â followed by a pat on the shoulder and a lack of eye contact before walking away.
âimpressive. keep it up soldier.â after watching you take down a man twice your size. ( he found that very attractive but would never allow that to be known. )
âą of course they were always a bit quiet and mumbled, but he never even spoke to the 141 that way. his small praises were his little way of letting you know that heâs watching, and he cares.
âą slowly but surely your short but sweet interactions began to be something you looked forward to. as months passed you happened to âbump into each otherâ a bit more than usual and his lingering became a lot more common.
âą in the common room he would always stand behind you as you sat, never too close for comfort, although you wouldnât have necessarily minded if he had moved closer.
âą his quick glances that he used to send your way when you walked into a room turned into lingering stares, prolonged eye contact.
âą ghost, not very quick to show affection found himself calling you âsweetheartâ. at first he almost slapped himself for calling you that, but after seeing the slight smirk form on you face after he did, you really did become âsweetheartâ permanently.
âą you found yourself, previously a bit more quiet and closed off, becoming comfortable in his presence. choosing to be near him on missions, sitting next to him any chance you got.
âą the type of bond you had was one that came quite effortlessly. neither of you were too chatty anyways. silent nods, soft quick touches, a soft hand on your back to guide you, a gentle rub on his shoulder. quiet affection.
âą soon enough, it became known that were ghost was, you were often near and vice versa. your quiet touches became louder over the months. a hand on your thigh, arms around his shoulders as he sat, soft smiles underneath masks.
âą the day he realized he had fallen in love with you happened 2 years later ( although he always had been, just never allowed himself to acknowledge it. )
âą the task force needed a decoy for a mission, someone who could seduce & distract a sergeant of another force. you had to wear a tight red dress, something eye catching, and of course, your mask had to go. you felt nauseous at the idea, especially knowing that no one on the force had seen your face or your true form.
âą nonetheless this job is your life. itâs this or nothing.
âą you when ghost saw you enter the room, he felt every bit of air in his lungs disappear. every single thought in his mind dissipated completely.
âholy shit..â he mumbled.
âą it was the first night he realized how badly he wanted to protect you. the way that the guys in 141 ogled you. the way the surrounding men glanced at you up and down.
âą he knew you could hold your own, but the thought of letting anyone have the privilege of experiencing such a sophisticated, patient soul undoubtedly made him shudder.
âą once the mission had been completed, you had sustained injuries from your lack of gear and weaponry. he looked at you sitting on the floor breathlessly, hair in front of your face, body slick with a slight sheen of sweat. you had blood trailing down half of your face and marks that were sure to bruise.
âą he quickly made his way to you, and you stared up at him. you smiled.
âą it was the first time a smile from any single person had made the brute of a man want to melt into a fucking puddle. you looked fearless.
âi did it.â you said laughing a bit.
âchrist sweetheart, you did. come on. letâs get you out of here.â
got this silly idea from a reel, so I'm in silly neighbor ghost mood
summary: you watered simon's dying plants.
wc: 1,2k
warnings: pure fluff, ghost x f!reader
Simon was always working, either buried in paperwork or fighting for his dear life. He couldnât complain, though, it was the life he chose to have. Heâd rented this apartment because it was near his work and as he said, he could always go walking. It didnât cost much to live in that area, and he believed he didnât need more than that apartment could offer.
The relatively low cost was exactly the reason you chose this building, it could use some renovation but you were happy to be starting a new cycle of your life. Finally moving out, finally living alone, it was all you couldâve asked for.
Living there was great, you loved it. It was so chill it was almost boring, so when you found this silly thing to do, it became your favorite activity.
Looking diagonally down from your balcony, a neighbor of yours had a few sad-looking plants that could really use some water. That being said, you could give a little hand for them to come back to life. You grabbed your squeeze water bottle and poured down some water on the plants, trying not to wet his entire balcony as you did so.
It became your silly little thing, watering that personâs plant like you were taking care of a child, but watching as it slowly came to life again was priceless.Â
And Simon, well, he did notice something was different. As he smoked his cigarette, late at night on the balcony after arriving from his three week duty, he noticed the plant coming back to life again.
âWell, this is odd.â Â He said, grabbing his phone from the pocket and taking a picture of it.
âWhy did you send me a photo of your plant?â Johnny called as soon as he saw the picture.
âIt was dead when I left.â He said.
âOk?â
âI didnât water it while I was gone.â
âOk⊠so, someone watered it for you?â Johnny chuckled.
âNegative. No one has my keys.â Simon said in a low tone.
âMaybe it revived on its own.â If Johnny could see him right now, heâd laugh at his deadpan.
âI donât- why did I even text you. Someone couldâve broken in.âÂ
âAnd what? Water your plants everyday and leave your stuff behind? Seems unusual.â
âYeah, whatever.â
âGo rest, Lt, you deserve it.â
Simon stood there for a while, contemplating the events and then deciding he was overreacting. It wasnât until he woke up in the morning, having slept on his couch, and heard the noise of water running. He jumped on his feet to check if he didnât leave the sink open, but as he came back to his living room, he was able to see a small stream of water from his balcony.
âAy, ay.â He opened the door, looking at where the water was coming; your apartment. Your cheeks immediately flushed as you noticed youâd spilled water in not only his plants, but him. Youâd been on the phone, leaning on the balcony and holding the water bottle as you scrolled on your social media, and him yelling made you lose balance and drop your phone, and the chain of events unfolded way too fast.
You quickly let go of the water bottle and ran downstairs, only to meet him in his wet shirt, looking at your fucked up phone on the concrete. âIâll get you a new one, Iâm sorry.â He mumbled, turning to face you. âSimon.â He gave you his hand.
âY/n.â You said with a pout, shaking his hand. You crouched, grabbing your now obviously dead phone and analyzing it. âIâm sorry for⊠well, for this.â You pointed at the wet patch on his shirt and he smiled.
âItâs nothing, itâll dry off.â He said, watching as you almost finger punched your clearly not working phone. âHave you tried turning it off and turning it back on?â He chuckled, following you back to the building.Â
âFuck off.â You rolled your eyes at him, but ended up laughing along. âHave you tried putting your shirt on rice?â
âGood one.â He smiled. He was so⊠handsome. Where was he the whole time youâve been living there? You two got in the elevator, and he pressed the buttons of his and yours floors. âSo itâs you whoâs been watering my plants.â
âThey were dehydrated. Youâre a bad parent.â You said.
âI was at work.â He quickly said, and you mumbled a small âohâ. âAnyway, thank you. I was going to throw them out. They look good.â
âNo, itâs fine.â You smiled.
âSo, give me your number so I can let you know when I get your new phone.â He said as the elevator came to a stop. âOh, you donât have one.â He laughed as he watched your expressionless face. âWanna come to my place to talk about it?â
He held the door open, waiting for your reaction, and immediately smiled as you walked out of the elevator with him. He opened his door for you, letting you step inside, then got in and closed it behind him.
âMake yourself at home.â He said as he passed in front of you, taking his shirt off. Oh, bloody hell.
Oh, fuckfuckfuck. Shit. He was so fine. No, fine was an understatement. His body was definitely sculpted by gods, definitely. He was absolutely breathtaking, he was ripped and toned in all the right places, and the scars on his torso only enhanced his attractiveness. He was the living embodiment of attractiveness.
You blinked desperately, trying to look away.
âWow, this⊠this is not-â you choked out.
âWhatâs wrong with âya?â He asked, coming back with a new shirt in hands and a really, really wide grin. Something about him playing innocent was flipping something inside of you. He made sure to stay right in front of you as he put a dry shirt on.
You looked away in embarrassment, you mustâve been overthinking.
âWant some tea?â He asked, snapping you back to reality. You nodded, and he went to the kitchen.Â
You sat on his couch, looking around his apartment, finding a few pictures of people in the army. âYou donât spend a lot of time here, do you?â You asked as he came back with two mugs in his hand.
âWhat makes you think that?â He handed you a mug.
You pointed at the dusty frame and he walked to your side, picking it up. âWhereâs you?âÂ
âWho do you think itâs me?â He chuckled. There was a man in a skull mask, holding a dog to his shoulder, and your little frown was adorable to his eyes. He pointed towards him, and you made an unsurprised âahâ.
âI knew it, the tattoos gave it away.â You smiled, watching as he put the frame down again.
âYes, they did.â He mumbled, chuckling his way to the couch, where he gestured for you to sit.
âI have to say, you look better without the mask, by the way.âÂ
âThanks. Itâs uncomfortable to wear it.â
âI believeâŠâ
The next minutes passed with an awkward silence until he finally spoke again.
âSo, I donât know a lot about phones. I suggest we go out together to get you a new one.â
Summary: Simon is getting more and more obsessed with his little friend who constantly finds herself in his bed. But when you are off on a quick mission for a few weeks, Simon begins to grow restless and this no strings attached messing around finds itself being turned on its head. What happens when you get a text from him the day you get back, in the middle of the day?
Word Count: 4.8 k
Warnings:
Part 1:
Late Night Texts
Simon "Ghost" Riley x FWB!Reader
Fandom: Call of Duty
Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader
Summary: Nothing good ever comes from a t
Whatever spell you had cast, whatever potion you had had the Lieutenant drink down he didnât know, but there had to be some preternatural reason that he could not get enough of you no matter how much he had. You were in his very veins, in the marrow of his bones, in the crevasses of his brain; he was completely head over heels for you and it was only growing by the day.
Your visits to his room under the shroud of darkness were becoming almost nightly at this point, his texts popping up so frequent that no matter when your phone vibrated after dark, you knew it would be him asking if you were on your way over back to his quarters. There was no complaints, however, as you could not get enough of his very particular brand of ecstasy.
You both were in so deep that it was becoming more than just an occasional hook up now and that was only demonstrated more when one night after another round of steamy hot body parts interlocking in that specific way that led to both of you experiencing that little death, he made a request of you that you had not expected.
âWhat?â you asked as Ghost stared back as you, brow furrowed and mouth contorted as if he were deep in thought while he lay beside you in the bed.
That stoic man knew that what he was going to ask you was going to sound obsessive, but he didnât care. He wasnât about to deny himself just to save face; as if his nightly texts werenât already making him look like a lust-drunk teen. Ever since he hit it that first time, he had not been the same and it only compounded each time he got it until whatever composure he had flew away.
âI⊠need ya to keep your phone on ya at all times,â he said.
You werenât one to always keep your phone with you outside of your barracks, not unless you were off duty or it was after hours. It was a nuisance to constantly be drawn to look at it when you were busy and you hated being controlled by it, but the moment he told you to keep it on you there was nothing else for you to do; you had to comply.
âKeep it on vibrate,â he continued, âin case I need to reach ya.â
You smirked. âStrictly military business, correct?â
A deep roll of his eyes met your sarcasm. âYa fuckinâ know what itâs for,â he said with an incredulous shake of his head.
âFineâŠI can do that,â you played with a wink.
A large hand roughly palmed your cheek, eyes drifting over the features of your face as the need to kiss you again grew unbearable. âYou did say ya wanted to be my problem, yeah? Well, now ya have to be the solution too.â
âWho said I didnât want to?â
âGood girl,â he praised before pulling you forward into him once again. âGood girl.â
It was only a couple of days since you had strictly been carrying around that small rectangular object in your pocket at all times when the Lieutenant finally utilized it, making you meet him in the ammunition depot for a quickie during lunch. There was no time to waste as he pulled you inside and immediately got to work, having you coming faster than you thought youâd be able to, mostly from the rush of the forbidden nature of this lewd bit of sneaking around. How you were both able to get in and out in such an easy manner was astounding, but Ghost did have rank on the base so you were sure he had pulled a few strings to make such a filthy thing possible.
It seemed like you both were living on cloud fucking nine, but as life always tends to do nothing can ever be that simple.
As if to shake up your lives, a wrench got thrown into everything. A mission, close to just over a month, was assigned to your squad and there was nothing you could do but leave behind your prefect situation to go out into the field.
âKeep your phone with ya,â he reminded you and you did.
Week one of your departure wasnât so bad; Ghost was able to distract himself enough that he was able to at least get through the day without thinking about you constantly. He took on more work, volunteered his time, anything to keep him busy until he was too tired to do anything other than head back to his quarters and pass out.
Then week two hit and he started to feel your absence. It began small, his mind would wander to his phone, trying to think up some sort of message he could send you that wouldnât make him sound too desperate. Heâd ask about how things were going, if the weather there was just as shit as back at base, just random things to hear from you. And he realized that his heart would skip a beat each time his phone vibrated, thinking it was you.
By the last week before your return, he could hardly keep still. Fuck he needed you more than he needed food or sleep, he pined for your company again as a starving man pines for food. His hand would never do to satisfy him like you did and it frustrated him that he could not focus because his cock was constantly straining against the barrier of his pants and his body craved to feel your own against it. Every day he checked to see if your squad had returned and each day there was nothing made his heart sink into his feet.
On the other end you were faring just as badly. You did your job just as you were supposed to, keeping your focus mostly on the task at hand, but when you had those moments of freedom it was spent on thinking about the countless nights you had spent in his company already and how you genuinely missed being in his presence as was what you had grown accustomed to.
Things were only made worse when he would text you, drawing attention to the fact that you were separated for the immediate future. Each day droned on and on in endless fashion until you were able to check your phone and see the scant few texts from him that had you holding on until you could be filled with him once again.
And yet it was more than thatâŠthough you didnât know if you could admit it yet. Secret worries crept in that made your mind misfire with fears that he could possibly have moved on in your absence, those anxieties lacing themselves within your bodies need for him, and by the time you and your squad finally were able to return to base you were a wreck. The moment you stepped foot back on home turf you were acutely aware of everything and you wondered with palpating heart just where your lover was.
The team had returned around midday and that meant everyone was given a couple hours for lunch before debriefing would begin. A few of your mates had wrangled you into eating with them and though you hesitated at first, ultimately you gave in. Checking your phone and not seeing anything popping up on the screen sealed the deal; at least they would offer a distraction until you could find a second to see Ghost again.
About half an hour in, your phone buzzed in your pocket as you took another bite of your lunch. Ignoring it as to not be suspicious, you focused back on the conversation happening in front of you until it went off again and again in rapid succession, clearly trying to get your attention and fast.
Discreetly as you could under the table, you pulled the small rectangle out of your pocket and checked the lock screen as your heartbeat was in your ears. Three short texts glared back at you, simple and easy to read in a hurry.
My office.
Now.
Donât wait.
You hadnât even read the name of the sender, but you already knew who it was beckoning you in the middle of the day; there was only one who would be desperate enough to risk getting caught like this, but you werenât about to deny him. It had been long enough you two had been apart that you had to see him again that instant.
Omw
You quickly sent back and in an instant there was a reply.
Got five minutes to get here.
Making up some bullshit excuse to break away from your group, you rushed out of the mess hall and towards the officerâs building that housed their private offices. Your steps were quick, but metered in such a way as not to draw any unwanted attention; no sense in causing yourself to waste time by getting caught up with someone asking where it was you were off to in such a hurry, especially when debriefing was happening so soon.
There was tightness in your chest as time seemed to slow down to an agonizing crawl. Logically you knew that you were almost there, but even with the building looming on the near horizon, it still seemed to take forever to reach it and all you desperately wanted to do was get to him as quick as you could.
The cool air of the officerâs building hit you and you could feel a shiver vibrate through your body; when had you gotten so warm? No time to analyze that as you had more important things to focus on.
You had been inside the building a few times, but never to Ghostâs office in particular and so it took you a minute to locate the room that had his nameplate on the door. Stepping up to the last barrier you both had between you, your heart leap violently in your chest as you raise a balled fist to the wood.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound of knuckles tapping on wood sounded through the small office and Ghost looked up just as the door was cracked open and his breath hitched when his eyes met your face that had just appeared through to the other side.
âYou needed to see me sir?â you asked, blood pressure rising and heartbeat thudding wildly inside your chest; you had to keep up appearances to anyone who might be passing by, but you wanted nothing more than to just sprint straight to him and shred his fatigues from his perfectly sculpted body.
Ghost was on his feet in an instant, his pulse now racing liquid hot through his veins at the very sight of you suddenly before him again; he was already on edge the moment he had learned you were back as he waited for a free second in his busy day to call you to him. Now seeing you here in front of him again after such a profound gap of time spent apart sent him into a tailspin.
âCome in and shut the door, private, we need to have a chat,â he ordered roughly, playing his part effortlessly, and you did so without having to be told any more than that.
As soon as he heard the door latch he was on his feet, crossing the length of the room with quick steps that matched his accelerated breathing as he ripped his balaclava up and over his head to discard it somewhere on the floor. âLock it,â he said abruptly and you immediately followed orders.
You turned back around and Ghost was on you before you could move further, closing his eyes and leaning in with his mouth to immediately connect your lips ferociously together before any of your other parts could touch yet. You had to be quick, there was no guarantee of how much free time you would have before someone could come around, but still he had to take a moment to enjoy that initial reunion of your mouths. Face pressed snugly against the contours of your own, wet, sloppy mouths crushed together in waves of aggressively frantic kisses as if he had completely forgotten the taste of your lips and it had been torturing him to insanity.
His hand moved out from his side and searched for yours until he found it, interlocking those long digits in the empty spaces between your own. Even in the fiery desperation with which he devoured your lips embraces, his touch was still incredibly tender as his hand stayed locked in yours.
âGoddammit, I missed you, luv,â he groaned through pauses in your mouths connection. âMissed you so fuckinâ much I couldnât stand it. The second I got wind you were back, I couldnât waitâŠhad to see ya now.â
Your lungs begged for air, but you couldnât tell him to stop as his free hand locked on to the back of your neck to force your face even harder against his mouth; he was trying to drown in you and you didnât want him to stop, even with his roughness causing your lips to swell hot and sensitive from the pressure.
âGod, sweetheart, how Iâve missed these fuckinâ lips,â he grunted in hushed whispers into your open mouth as his forehead rocked on yours. His cock was straining harshly against the zipper of his pants, tenting the fabric as he ground it into the muscle of your thigh. âCanât stand beinâ away from ya at all anymore. I was in agony waitinâ for ya to return.â
Your chest tightened while your stomach plunged into your shoes; his need was overwhelming and intense as if it could swallow you whole and fuck were you ready to let it. Rough fingers squeezed down on your hand, using it as a way to ground himself to stop from being ripped apart with the strength of his desire. Your bodies were so close you swore he was trying to fuse you both together.
âWish I had more time, I wanna suck on those fuckinâ juicy tits of yours so fuckinâ bad,â he groaned as the feeling of your breasts pressed against his chest caught his attention. âBeen missinâ those too. Shit, Iâll be honest, there ainât a part of ya I havenât been cravinâ like crazy, baby.â
Acting off of pure impulse and adrenaline alone, you reached towards him with your free hand and latched on to his belt, pulling at the hindrance as if you could will it off without having to use any of the fine motor skills that you currently did not have access to as you slipped into that primal state of knowing nothing else other than to satiate the throbbing between your thighs.
Your fingers grazed the tip of his cock through the fabric of his pants and he hissed, his torso contracting from the intensity of that first contact; he had become engorged so quickly that it was painfully sensitive to the touch.
Ghost released your hand to reach over to your own belt, still enough faculty available to him to go about undressing you, though that was quickly waning as your own neediness fueled even more of his desperation for you. âI need ta be inside of ya, luv,â he breathed, resting up against the side of your cheek. âNeed it so fuckinâ bad I can almost taste it.â
A light jingling hit your ears as he unlocked your belt from itself and let it fall loosely to hang in the belt loops as he moved on to the button and zipper, undoing them just as easily before everything was shoved down to the floor in one swift motion. His hand moved on top of yours still clinging to the band around his waist, guiding the unsteady fingers on your hand to make you undo the buckle yourself.
The backside of your hand pressed against the soft skin of his pelvis as you slipped inside the waistband of his pants to undo them and shit was he boiling. âTake it out,â he groaned as you got the damned button to release.
A jolt like an electrical current ran through him, shivering up the length of his spine as you plunged those silky soft palms within the confines of his pants and caught his rock hard member in your grasp. Unconsciously his hips bucked into your hand as you situated him so that he was now outside the fabric.
With your hand wrapped around the girth of his cock, you could not stop the urge to stroke the length of it. It pulsed and jolted against the skin of your palm as you worked it up and down and a tiny, almost imperceptible whimper escaped his lips as Ghost unraveled at your touch. All that pent up frustration that had plagued him for the past month and some change burst at the seams and he couldnât hold back any longer.
âCanât wait; I have to make you cum, right fuckinâ now,â he said, the agony pervasive in his gravely, low tone.
Grabbing you by the hand Ghost drug you the short distance across the room to his desk, spinning you so that your back was to it. With his hand under your arms he picked you up and set you on the surface, not caring about the papers currently strewn about across the top that now lay under the padding of your bare ass.
Scooting so that you were at the very edge of the tabletop, you immediately spread your legs open wide, only wanting to feel him and not wanting to waste even a second more of time where you both were not connected. He took the invitation to move in, placing his hand on your sex to check how ready you were for him; there was moistness against his palm, but he wanted to be sure you were well lubricated.
There was no more time to wait so he would have to improvise just to be certain you were wet enough; the last thing he would ever want to do was hurt you. Gathering all the saliva he could in his mouth, he spit into his hand and quickly coated the area thoroughly. Your legs twitched from his fingers rubbing up against your sensitive clit as he went. âI fuckinâ swear weâll do this proper later, just gotta be quick this time,â he reassured. âTonight Iâll savor ya proper, sweetheart.â
Aligning his cock with your entrance those hardened fingers dug into your bare hips to steady himself as he thrust careful inside you. He watched closely as he slipped it in, his body shuddering as it reacted to him being wrapped fully in you down to the hilt. You whined as he stretched you to capacity, your pussy needing a minute to readjust to his size; it had been a hot minute after all since he had filled you this full.
âGoddammit, luv,â he groaned with a hiss, eyes clamping shut as he struggled to hang on to sanity, âdonât you ever leave me again. I donât ever wanna fuckinâ miss this.â
Catching his cheek with your hand, Ghost opened his eyes to your touch and you pulled his face closer to yours. âNever if I can help it,â you breathed as you crashed your lips on his again; you needed something to make sure you stayed quiet as he began to forcefully thrust in and out of you, all that longing he had done in your absence culminating in his movements now.
It had only been a few short minutes of him pumping all he had into you, but he was already completely drunk off the feeling of your tight, wet core sucking him with voracity each time he rocked into it. His burning mouth stayed locked onto yours for a little longer, just to be sure you had a handle on the sound before he released it.
âCanât stop⊠how much⊠I need yaâŠâ he panted quietly between desperate thrusts. âDown so bad for ya⊠sweetheart.â
âFuck, I was so miserable without you,â you admitted sheepishly. âMy fingers are sore.â
The longing in your voice was palpable and Ghost could not get enough. âMissed me like fuckinâ crazy, didnât you sweetheart?â he asked as his speed increased with new vigor at your words. âMissed what I do to this sweet little body of yours?â
You nodded, but that wasnât good enough; he was hungry for more of your need of him to be vocalized. âWords, use them,â he demanded.
âMissed you so fucking much,â you whimpered as a twinge of pleasure shot up from your core through your body. âI am an absolute fucking mess without you.â
His lips shot to yours as you were starting to get loud again and though he hated to keep you quiet, it was a necessity in here. Half of him was of the mind to just let you be your usual vocal self, letting the whole fucking office building hear you taking him so well, and as much as his body burned for such a thing he knew in the long run it would be detrimental to your situation. The last thing he wanted was to ruin this by exposing the secret.
âWish everyone in this fuckinâ office would just leave so I could enjoy your sweet little noises, luv,â he purred into your face as he released your mouth again. âCanât get enough of your pretty music; my roomâs been so quiet without it.â
Panting into his face with mouth open, chest heaving up and down with laborious breaths, Ghost put more into his thrusts so that even the desk itself began to rock with you from the force. The strength of his pumps made you feral, relinquishing any hold you had on civility as you would do anything to get more of the way his body fit into your cunt; it felt nice to be filled out by him again⊠you had grown far too accustomed with being constantly overflowing with his cock on the daily.
So wet, the sound of slapping skin against skin filled the silent space within the room, Ghostâs second favorite sound that you produced. It was like a round of applause for all his efforts, that he was putting in the right amount of work, and he pulled back to watch himself pump in and out of you. He hoped that someone would take him out permanently if he ever got tired of that sight, though he wasnât worried about it as nothing would ever look better to him.
Taking the first two fingers of one of his hands he brought it to your clit, drawing circles with the pad of the digits over that overwhelmingly sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked wildly at the extra bit of stimulation, slamming against his hand as your eyes rolled back with all that ecstasy flowing through your veins.
âDonât stop, baby,â you begged, trying desperately to keep your volume at a reasonable level. âGonna cum soon.â
Christ, those three words he had longed to hear for weeks now only fueled those strong thrusts and quick flicks of your clit. âThatâs it, darlinâ, fuckinâ come for me,â Ghost growled so desperately it made your brain numb. âI need to know your body still belongs to me.â
âOnly you,â you returned without hesitation. âYouâve ruined me for anyone else baby. I canât even get wet to anything but you.â
That beastly, towering hulk of a man shuddered at your proclamation, nearly spilling his seed inside you at such a beautiful phrase coming from your lips, but he would not allow anything to stop him from bringing about your release and so he focused everything he had left solely on you.
Keeping the pace of both his fingers and his cock at the same, precise speed Ghost watched as after a few more minutes your head finally flicked back and your thighs clamped down around his hips, a cry exploding out of you before you quickly locked your lips together to stifle the tail end of your ecstasy-filled exclamation.
Your cry is what did him in and he jerked violently as your pussy fluttered around him and he had to harshly pull out of you so that he could milk himself dry over top of your bare stomach. The sticky, hot fluid coated your skin with an amount more than you were expecting; clearly it had been a while.
Ghost looked back up at you, a contented, amused smile plastered to his lips. âGoddamn, luv,â was all he could say as he admired the beautiful flush in your cheeks and glazed look in your eyes, all a product from him.
It took him a second to find something to help clean you both up; a spare t shirt he had balled up in the bottom drawer of his desk would have to do. He took care of himself first before he moved to you, handing you the shirt while he went to gather your clothes. Waiting till you were finished cleaning off, he helped you to redress as your legs shook unsteadily.
The care he was taking with you now, it wrought to the surface just how silly you had been while you were away, thinking that he could have ever dropped you for someone else. You thought you had been slick, concealing your emotions from his discerning eye until you heard him speak.
âWhatâs that?â he questioned, causing you to look back up into his face.
âWhatâs what?â you posed curiously.
âThat⊠look. On your face.â
You didnât really want to say, you knew it was only an intrusive thought, but something about the way he stood gazing at you as if actively waiting for you to answer made you speak up. âItâs silly, butâŠâ you paused; why couldnât you just be honest with him? That man was just inside of you and yet this felt so much more intimate than that.
âTell me,â he said, genuinely interested in the answer.
You swallowed hard. âWell, I was⊠worried you might have forgotten about meâŠmoved on to someone else or something while I was gone. Wouldnât have blamed you. I mean, needs are needs right?â
Ghost had already moved back in as you nervously laughed, both of those large hands cupping your face between them. Amber eyes stared back at you for a few seconds as if trying to read the meaning behind your words before he tilted his head to one side and leaned in to kiss you in such a way as he never done before: it was softer, but with just as much passion that you felt you might choke on it.
âI will neva forget about ya, luv,â he stated firmly as he broke the kiss, unable to hold back the string of truth that began spilling forth. âThereâs no one âround here that could replace ya, absolutely fuckinâ no one. I donât want some flaky tart thatâs gonna get sick of my shit after a while or some dumb bimbo that talks a big game, but cannot keep up with me. I want you. Only you, understand?â
You nodded. âI only want you too, Simon.â
In all this time, you had never really used his name; perhaps it was too familiar for the type of relationship you both had together or maybe it was simple enough to stick to more formal monikers so that when not in a more intimate setting things wouldnât get confusing. Whatever the reason was it didnât matter anymore. Fuck did his name sound good being said in your voice; there was no going back from the shift that was happening here.
And maybe eventually youâd both be able to say it⊠out loud. For now, though, this was enough.
âSoâŠâ he said in hushed tones as he cleared his throat, knowing that you needed to head back soon and hating every bit of it, âyouâre cominâ by later, yeah?â
You let out a small sigh and gave him a sweet, muted smile. âI believe you owe me more than just a quickie, so I guess so.â
Simon shook his head. âFuckinâ hell,â he chuckled. âI guess off you fuckinâ go then before someone gets suspicious.â
And with another quick kiss you left him all alone in his quiet office to count down the literal seconds until he could be with you again. Hopefully, the rest of that day would go by fast, but the way his heart was beating, he didnât hold out for a painless outcome.
Summary: All the buildup, all the teasing, finally leads to this: Simon is back and ready to act on all those filthy things you two had been teasing each other with. Will you make it home before you both explode? Or will the car have to do to break the tension?
Word Count: 5.1 k
Warnings:
Part 2:
Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, masterbation, send nudes, quick mention of breeding
Sequel to: Think of Me When You Cum Lat
Unsteady hands gripped hard into the steering wheel, knuckles white as you tightly held on while headed straight to the military base. Your heart pounding furiously inside your chest, breath quick and short the closer you got, it was nearly impossible to keep your eyes focused on the road. Christ were you gnawing at the bit to get there and once again see that beast of a man, the one keeping you begging for release for the past three months.
Those breathtaking bits of personalized porn you two had sent each other had done nothing other than made that inconvenient ache into a raging monster that could not be quenched. Hours spent furiously working yourselves, silently begging for a little ease in the constant throbbing had gotten nowhere except to drain the battery life on your phones from the constant re-watching of videos.
âŠthough that last photo he sent you of his abdomen covered in his milky white cum after having watched your little romp into amateur pornography had left you feeling on top of the world for a couple days.
And just as you were on that last leg of desperation, finally the light at the end of the tunnel that led up to you driving where you were today. It had been exactly one week from when you got the text you had been waiting on from Simon:
âIâm coming home, baby. Fucking finally; Christ I thought I was going to rub myself raw. Best not wear anything you want to remain intact, you hear me? Cause the minute I get my paws on you, that's it.â
Thank fuck, the suffering was almost over.
That entire week seemed to drag on endlessly, each day crawling through at a snails pace, but here you were now only a few more minutes away from your destination. Even as you checked in at the entrance to the base, antsy and squirming in the seat of your car, you couldnât believe that you had actually made it.
You took Simonâs message to heart when you got ready that morning, choosing a simple, flowy dress that he could literally shred off of you and you wouldnât give a shit. It was just long enough that it could easily conceal the fact that you had done away with the panties today, opting for ease of access over anything else, but low cut enough in the front that he could get a nice eyeful of your full chest; you had no idea what would happen the moment you saw each other again and you werenât taking any chances.
This reunion was bound to be explosive after all the visual edging you two had been doing lately and having to waste even a second more of time before your bodies could be joined felt like a crime.
You walked through the base, heartbeat rapidly increasing with each step as you got closer to where you knew you'd find that hulking Lieutenant hanging around.
And then you turned a corner and there he was like a specter brought back to life, standing idly beside the outside wall smoking as he watched the privates of his troop find their families and suddenly the wind was knocked from you.
âSimon,â you called out to him and he turned to face you.
That instant connection of your eyes felt like a shock from a live wire; Simon could feel the electricity run through his veins and tingle its way up his spine until the first prickles of sweat dotted across his body as his cigarette slipped from his fingers. It felt like he couldnât breathe and the closer you got the worse it became; you knew what you were doing wearing that pretty little dress.
Fuck did he want to take a bite of those thick thighs he could see just under the hem that popped out every time you took a step and if his hands didnât get their fill of your breast spilling out of his grip soon, he might just keel over and die. You were more than tempting, you were a feast sent to make him completely lose his goddamn mind.
His entire body was sent into shock as that ache that he had tried to keep from ripping him apart all day as he waited for your arrival overtook him until his balls pulsed and he had to adjust himself or get caught sporting a stiffy that would instantly tent the crotch of his pants and make it even more painfully obvious to any curious eyes just how gone he fucking was.
Coming to a stop you stood before him, your stomach doing back flips as you struggled to form words that werenât just pleas for him to just rip the waistband of his pants down and take you right then.
âHey you,â you said through unsteady breaths, trying to keep calm. âLong time no see, huh?â
Simon nodded. âToo fuckinâ long sweetheart. Ya look...â he had to clear his throat, âincredible.â He had to keep it short, there were still too many people about and even his words would cause him to lose composure.
âWell, it is a special occasion after all,â you chuckled. âGot to remind you what you leave behind every time you go.â
The need to take your hand and give it squeeze, that customary greeting that you both did when in public, made him hesitate. If he touched you right now, any bare part that met skin with skin, he may not be able to stop, not once those weathered and brutish fingers got their fill of all that sweet softness. There as still a little time left that he had to be there and the agony was already eating away at him.
âBelieve me, I fuckinâ know,â he said as he shot you a look; Iâve been in hell waitinâ to get back to it, it whispered to you.
Taking a few calming breaths, he risked lacing his broad fingers in between the empty spaces in your own. Simon could feel the rapid thump, thump, thump, of your pulse against his palm; good, you were just as excited for this reunion as he was.
Somehow that made it a bit easier, knowing that the feeling was mutual.
âCan we go?â you asked eagerly, hopeful that you were closer to the end of your joint suffering sooner rather than later.
Simon stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. âGotta be here just a bit longer,â he muttered dejectedly under his breath. âGod, I want ya so bad I canât see straight.â
You squeezed his hand back. âItâll go fast,â you assured. âAndâŠI mean⊠no oneâs looking this way if you wanted to touch me a little more. Maybe youâll find something youâll like.â
It was dangerous, but he took a chance with even more touch as he released your hand and loosely wrapped his arm around your waist, bring you in to him until your hips were touching. You were warm against him, warmer than the day would suggest, and the curve of your hip that he ran his fingers over delicately to retrace the lines he had dreamed about felt even better than he remembered.
Silently you peaked over at his face, watching as his head faced firmly forward to watch for any prying eyes, but it was clear he hadnât noticed it yet. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, you kept quiet; heâd figure it out eventually. Those exploring fingers were beginning to stray more towards the back of you to the small dip at the base of your spine.
âŠand then lower stillâŠ
Thatâs when you felt it; he risked a lingering stroke over the contour of your ass when he noticed it. Where was that distinct seam of your panty line? He had grabbed your backside so many times over the course of your relationship that he knew the feeling of what should have been there. Quickly he ran his hand over the area again and still the same, there was nothing. Christ, youâd really prepared for today, hadnât you?
Good fuckinâ girl.
His chest began to grow tight with his quickened breathing⊠along with that engorged appendage down below. He was in fucking trouble now; would he even be able to make it to the car at this point? The moan that desperately tried to escape through his throat he swallowed down, but who knows how long it would stay.
He was in the thick of it now.
Simon leaned down to rest his face against the side of your head, his warm breath still able to be felt against your ear even through the mask. âFuckinâ hell sweetheart, no panties?â he whispered intrigued. âChrist, how the fuck am I supposed to hang on now?â
You smirked, trying to pick even though you were falling apart at the seams, a wetness gathering between your thighs as you pressed them together. âYou complaining? Cause I can head back home and put some on real quick if you want.â
A harsh squeeze along the underside of your ass cheek made you gasp before he removed his hand and gave you your answer. âDonât you fuckinâ dare,â he warned, a playfully lilt to his tone. âThat sweet little pussy is about to be filled and I donât wanna waste a goddamn second havinâ to rip those fuckinâ things off ya.â
Dear God he was about to fuckinâ explode, say screw it and pin you up against the nearest wall right in front of the entire goddamn squad to plow into your tight, wet cunt with months worth of unrequited need that had built up to this monster of desire churning away inside of him. His teeth bit at the skin of his lower lip, his fists clenching and unclenching as he failed to calm himself while he again checked the time.
The moment that those amber eyes watched the second hand on his watch hit and the minutes change to the millisecond he could be released, his oversized mitt wrapped around your wrist, securing it in his harsh grasp, and quickly he began making his way to your car with you being dragged alongside.
âWhere the hell are ya parked?â he questioned in a huff, that gruff voice nothing more than a growl, and you pointed towards the back of the lot in the corner.
You could barely keep up with his intense pace, nearly tripping over your own feet several times to match his long strides. It didnât help that your heart was pounding furiously, nearly beating out of your chest the closer you got to being in a tight, secluded spot with him; could you even make it back to his apartment?
All signs were pointing to not a fucking chance.
Simon only released you so that you could both get inside, separating at the tail of the vehicle with you headed towards the driver side and him the other. The slam from the car door rung through the interior of the vehicle and before you could even insert the key into the ignition, Simon had moved in silent as a specter to place his large palm against the side of your cheek. The endless ache he had endured over the past months apart had been unbearable as you both edged each other to the brink of insanity and now that he was so close to you again it felt like he was in a dream.
The tension that suddenly filled the car was overwhelmingly electric as Simon closed what little distance there still sat between you both, his hand moving to the back of your head. Those bulky, calloused fingers that had missed having any part of you against them laced themselves through your hair with harsh abandon, pulling your face closer.
He held your head steady and pointedly at his face so that you had to stare into his intense, unwavering gaze; it made your skin tingle with anticipation of what was on the horizon and barreling down fast. Those sparkling brown eyes drew you in to hold your own captive as he drug his thick thumb across the length of your bottom lip as if to test that all this was actually real. His entire hand palmed the back of your head which left you completely at his mercy, not that you were complaining.
After all, you needed him just as badly.
Without warning he wrenched the bottom hem of his balaclava up over the top of his head and off his face before his mouth crashed violently against your own, hungry and greedy to steal kiss after fiery kiss from those soft, supple lips he had been eyeing with a burning desire to ruin since the minute he saw you again. Desperately his tongue parted your lips as he plunged it inside your mouth to reclaim it.
God it felt euphoric to finally be given the very thing you had been aching for for months, feeling as if your body had pined for his for an eternity, as it was finally released from itâs torture. And by the way his tongue was nearly shoved down the back of your throat you knew Simon felt that same kind of relief and it only spurred him on further.
âFuck,â he groaned against your parted lips, nothing but hot, sticky breath being shared. âUghâŠfuck, baby, Iâve missed you so goddamn much I thought I was gonna fuckinâ die before I could feel ya again.â
Crawling over the small console in the center between the car seats, Simon shoved his body weight into you, making your smaller frame slam against the driver-side door. The raised panelling along the inside dug roughly into the muscles of your back as the backside of your head was shoved harshly into the glass of the window. There was no pause in his assault of your mouth until your lips began to burn from the constant contact and yet even the pain still felt like heaven.
He tasted so strongly of tobacco from the chain of cigarettes he must have smoked to calm his nerves until you arrived, but even through the distinct flavor you still drank every last drop of him down like you would cease to function without him.
Those thick digits of his free hand eagerly pawed at your supple thighs until he was able to divide them so that his hand could slip in between. There was a damp heat gathered near your unclothed sex and it only made him more wild to feel it. His palm cupped around your entire mound and you whimpered directly into his mouth.
âFuck,â he hissed one of the only words he could recall in that moment as the damp heat filled his palm. âAll for me?â
Words, what the hell were they again? You couldnât remember how speech worked as you were far too busy try to simply breathe through the conquering of your body by him. All you could do was mewl like a kitten as he massaged the petals of your cunt before taking his middle finger and slipping it between them. Your back arched in a jolt as he ran one finger along the length of your cunt, mouth falling agape as Simon gathered as much of your juices on his finger as he could.
Even this small amount of contact already had you dripping and coming apart at the seams; it had been so long since you had felt that familiar touch and pressure against your clit, the one that only he could provide.
Simon couldnât help himself once he got his first real feel again of how soft and slick you were, goddamn it had been too long that heâd only been able to play with himself, and greedily he drew upon your clit in concise circles with the pad of his rough finger. There was a second where he tried to remain calm, to take his time drawing out your pleasure as he would normally do, but as your back arched and your breathy music filled the silence of the car, he could not hold off from unleashing weeks of pent up need onto you.
Removing his lips from your own, he moved down to the soft skin of your neck with teeth ready to leave the flesh marked with his seal. It burned him alive with desire at the thought that he would be able to see your pretty skin marred by him, that everyone who came in to contact with you in the coming days after today would see it too.
You could not stop the way your body writhed and squirmed as his finger collected a friend to join it and spread your entrance open so they could both slide inside. The heightened tension of the moment with the man you had yearned for only made you more sensitive and the way his fingers filled your tight, aching hole after it had been left empty for too long thrilled you. As natural as breathing, your hips ground down on his fingers, using them as your own living dildo.
God, he wanted nothing more than for you to ride his cock as well as you rode his fingers just now and send him straight to hell. Shit, he couldnât catch his breath, his need was just too much. âThatâs it. Use me; make my fingers yours.â
Both of your hands moved to behind your head and onto the window; you needed more leverage to ground onto him harder, as hard as you could. Nothing compared to him, not your own fingers, not a toy; you could not stop yourself. You could feel the condensation already gathering on the glass as you moved and you had to wipe it away so that you could get better purchase on the surface so you wouldnât slide.
There was nothing that was going to ruin this.
âOh god, baby,â you squeaked out as that overwhelming deep warmth of your release gathered in your abdomen.
The corners of his mouth upturned against your neck at the sound of you falling apart because of him. Images conquered in his mind about your moans and cries reaching outside the car so that anyone who walked by would hear them before they caught a glimpse of the show. Why wouldnât he want to show you off like this? You looked so fucking beautiful falling apart to his ferocity.
Just the way your muscles strained and your cries became more pathetic, Simon knew you were close. âAre ya gonna come for me already, pretty girl?â his gruff voice purred against your collar bone. âCome on then, give it to me. Clench down on my fingers. Let me feel it.â
Pumping his fingers in and out of you, keeping the pace as steady as he could, he felt those velvety walls flutter around his digits as he rocked his upper body with you to simulate the movements heâd soon be doing when he was really inside you. The air was so thick with moisture it almost felt hard to breathe right, the windows filmed with the stuff as with a few more strokes at your clit you came hard and fast, shaking as he continued to work you until ever single ounce of your orgasm had been spent.
Simon was gone then, replaced by a feral beast fueled by his ability to make you come⊠and wanting to do it again, but this time with his cock.
He pulled those thick fingers out of you, glistening with the wetness of your cum and brought them to his lips. You watched wide eyed as he stuck them in his mouth and licked them good and clean; goddamn you tasted just as delicious as he remembered. Could you blame the man? You had kept him starving since your video popped up on his phone and he had to get a bit of it all.
âI need more of ya,â he groaned in whispers as he leaned back into you, desperate hands pawing at your breast still sadly inside your dress as he kissed you again, now with the taste of you on his breath.
âWe need to move, someoneâs bound to come see what all the noise is about,â you said, able to think a little more clearly now that you had come once, but Simon was still gone and there was only one thing that would bring him back.
âDonât care, canât wait. Get in the back. Now.â
The primal growl in his gruff voice was enough to make you comply without another word; once was not enough anyway, not after how you had suffered. You needed to be filled with more than his fingers. With a nod you immediately began climbing over the cushions towards the backseat of the car as he got out and moved into the back with you. You leaned back into the front long enough to shove the seats forward all the way to give you more space.
Simon needed room to work.
Scooting over, he planted himself directly in the middle of the back seat and pulled you over top of his lap to straddle him, shins digging into the edge of the cushion. Shit, he as so hard you couldnât properly sit over top of him without leaving a wet spot right where his cock tented the fabric.
Clothes could be washed, as if he would care at all if anything got on him right now. Pushing your hips down, he made you grind your overstimulated clit hard on that throbbing shaft and you mewled into his face. A devilish grin spread from ear to ear as he rocked your hips to dry hump him.
âSomeone âere begged to be bred and thatâs what sheâs gonna fuckinâ get,â he hissed, sucking in the air harshly between his teeth at the feeling of you on top of him. âCanât take it back now, luv. I have been fuckinâ dreaminâ of doinâ this, ever since you sent me that goddamn video and I âeard you say those sweet fuckinâ words. Been fuckinâ gnawinâ at the bit to stuff you full.â
Taking both of his hands, he pulled at the low neckline of your dress until your breasts came spilling out of the top. Angling his face in, he placed his nose right between the two to suffocate himself within them. There was a hint of your perfume still lingering there, that scent he had bought you for your birthday last year, the one that occasionally lingered on his clothes and had done for the first couple weeks of his mission.
The flesh was so enticing that he sucked in the supple top of one breast before he bit down, not enough to break the skin, but enough that it would definitely leave a nice red outline of his teeth; more signaturea that you could both admire.
âSimon,â you moaned his name.
Your own hands roamed up under his shirt, pushing the fabric up until you reached his chest and you could run your hands over the sparse bit of hair you adored; it would be so nice to get to nuzzle against it again. As your fingers ran between his pectorals you could feel the moment his breath hitched.
âPlease, Simon,â you begged. âI need it.â
Those breasts he would get back to later, your words brought him back and his need to fuck you senseless slammed into him full force.
Rushed, he laid you back over the console between the seats as he sat up and forward, undoing his belt before ripping his pants down enough that he could pull his cock out of his boxers. The angle was slightly awkward, but as he aligned the leaking head of his phallus with your entrance and gave that first thrust to fully enter you, everything else fell away.
âOh fuckâŠfuck⊠oh fuck,â that deep agonized whimper echoed through the car as Simonâs hands bore down his grip on the top of the seat cushions. âGoddammit, luvâŠs-shitâŠahâŠâ
Nothing, absolutely nothing in this fucking world could ever compare to the way your body felt wrapped around his cock: how silky and warm and tight it was. There was no way with his limited brain function could he accurately describe how mind-numblingly amazing it was to be inside you again. Those restless nights where he just couldnât seem to stay satisfied, the pictures and video that made it worse, the dreams that woke him to stained boxers, it was all undone in that moment as your soft walls held him snugly.
Your head flew back over the lip of the console as he filled you completely to the hilt, stretching you out to your limit. It was almost too much after so much time apart, but goddamn was it exactly as you had wanted. You swallowed the saliva gathering in your mouth, wanting to say the words you had first brought to life in your video, but in person this time.
âBreed me, please Simon. I need you to fucking breed me.â
Never had a more beautiful sentence ever been spoken to him in all his years than to hear your desperate and depraved voice telling him to claim you in the most ultimate way; it was even more beautiful in person than it was that first time he heard it. His fingernails nearly tore holes in the seat as gripped with all this strength to stop himself from coming too fast from all the excitement.
The car began to shake forward and back as Simon snapped his hips into you with a feverish intensity. Even within the first few minutes he was already pussy drunk, slamming into you with a feral roughness that left his rhythm scattered for a bit as his brain only had one objective now: to come.
Your legs were absolutely burning and shaking from the intensity as you had to spread them wide so that he could fit in between, but it didnât matter; you would have done anything to have him reclaim your cunt as his own again.
The scent of sex was heavy in the air of that enclosed space, the wet slapping sounds of two bodies connecting in that most erotic way keeping the beat.
Yet there was still one more thing he wanted, one more thing that he had been daydreaming about all by his lonesome. Even in this cramped space, he was determined to make it happen- for both of you. His hands were on your legs and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled out of you so that he could situate your calves up on his broad shoulders.
As he thrust back in, the new position helped him reach even deeper until he completely bottomed out. Goddamn it was like you could feel him in your stomach, so full with him that you were completely one being.
âF-fuckâŠâ you stammered out the cry, choking on your words as you writhed uncontrollably. It was almost too much.
âThere ya go baby,â he groaned as he started rocking his hips again, unable to contain himself at this consuming euphoria. âGotta make good on my fuckinâ promise.â
He took you even rougher now, gripping into your hips hard enough to leave purple fingerprints where his hands rested as he pounded into you furiously, your body contorted and at his mercy. The windows of the car were completely fogged over now, the condensation not letting any clear visuals in or out as the axel squeaked with the force of Simonâs thrusts. The console you were still laid on scraped across your back to make it burn as your body was rocked, but the angle was so perfect that the stimulation made your brain blank to anything that wasnât your second release creeping up on you quick.
There were no more words that could be said as you both devolved into beings hell bent on pleasure alone, just the depraved sounds of grunting and moans filling up the interior to capacity; that growing warmth in your belly nearly reaching its peak
Goddammit, he was closer than he thought due to all the pent up desire he'd been unable to sait for weeks, but he had to be sure you were almost there again too. "Are ya close?" he asked as more of a plea than a question, hips snapping desperately with a shudder as he was losing the battle to his orgasm.
"Yes," you groaned back. "Don't stop, please."
He closed his eyes tight, working to stay from blowing until he felt your thighs twitch and clamp down around him, keeping him locked in. A few more sloppy thrusts slipping through the cum covering your cunt, a few more bumps against your swollen clit, and that was it. The warmth shot through your limbs, coursing like electricity as you came once more.
"Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out and finally he let go and fuck did he come with a roar that stung your ears.
Simon's body convulsed, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and straining as he released weeks and weeks of need. You took it all riding out your orgasms in tandem until you both lay still a moment, simply breathing after such an explosive ending.
He moved back into the seat exhausted, pulling your body along with him as you stayed connected. Lightly he pushed up your dress to press his raw lips to your stomach to kiss down the lower half of your body. Each embrace was another silent praise he gave while he took deep breaths through the high of his ecstasy until his rapidly pounding slowed and he could final re-wet his dry mouth to speak.
âFuck, I think we both needed that one,â he said against your skin, his warm breath wafting over the fine spread of moisture along your torso, making you tingle as he kept his cock buried inside. âYa did so good for me sweetheart.â
You reached a hand out to him and he helped you to sit up and into his lap. Wrapping your arm around his neck you pulled him into a deep kiss, letting your mouths linger together with eyes closed for a few moments as you both finished coming down.
âIâm glad your back,â you whispered as your lips parted.
He cupped your cheek with his palm, staring back into your eyes as he smiled. âIâm glad to be back too,â he returned. "And I'm gonna make sure that I make up for all that lost time."
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SYNOPSIS: Betrayal had never been in your cards, and you definitely didn't see yourself being the one responsible for the act. When having to go undercover, first comes the problem of staging your death.
WORDCOUNT: 8.3k
WARNINGS: Angst, betrayal, intense gore, violence, death, allusions to intimacy, weapons, vulgar language, recovery, torture, happy ending, etc.
A/N: The final request is finished, hope you enjoy it @l-inkage! Onto the AUs next.
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You didnât want to do it, but in this job, comfort was always an option and never a guarantee. It needed to be done. And that meant sacrifices had to be made to the dark altar of your contract with One-Four-One.
But this one just might break you in the process.Â
âAre you sure that,â you pause and think over the instructions that Price had just given youâstraight from the top of the line. âAre you sure that this is the best way, Sir?âÂ
The manâs lips are flat, eyes narrowed, he doesnât like this eitherâespecially if you donât. Johnâs a Captain, he tallies out orders and expects people to listen without hesitation; doesnât express his worry about their safety because that isnât what this is about at the end of the day. Itâs about keeping the good people outside of bases like these alive and breathing.
And right now that hinged on you being dead.
âBerto needs mercenaries,â Price grunts, âand any record of you needs to be wiped before we send you in.â
Vito Bertoâhead of a crime family that had been picking up traction in recent years, so much so that One-Four-One had to be put on it for covert reconnaissance before any more people ended up dead.
You would be sent in under the cover of an experienced mercenary; one among the ranks that Berto would need for a hostile takeover planned in three months on the Palace of Westminster in London. The House of Parliament.Â
Vito was one cocky son of a bitch if he expected no one to get word of this.
Your job was to uncover the exact date, time, and the mission plan before getting out as quickly as possible. In order to do that, the soldier holding your name needed to be dead so nothing could be traced back to you, your task force, or your loved ones.Â
And people needed to believe it.
âCanât the records just be forged, Sir?â You ask, the meeting room dark and pulsing with the cold air from the vents. âWhat about Gaz and Soap?â Your throat closes for a moment and you speak slightly lower. âSimon?â
Price sighs and crosses his arms, fixing the stance of his feet.
âTheyâll deal with it.â Inside of your pockets, your hands twitch.Â
He won't. Not inwardly. Â
âIâŠâ your jaw clenched.Â
Your relationship with Ghost wasâŠstrange. Youâd both had your fun, of course, and you had a casual air about that sort of thingâit had happened, but nothing more could ever come of it. There was a modicum of soft care with you two; an acknowledgment of partnership in the field and out of it.Â
You didnât have to explain to people that Ghost was closer to you than others. Youâd seen his face; that says enough.Â
âIt needs to look real,â Price explains, tilting his head down to you. âNot only for Laswell's state of mind but yours. I wonât be putting you in without giving you the best chance.âÂ
âYou canât tell them?â
âNegative. Security measure.â You frown, biting at your lip.
John closes his eyes and shakes his head. A second later a hand is set on your shoulder and the man leans in slightly to reassure you like a relative. You look up into your Captainâs gruff face, seeing the small amount of care he levels into his cerulean irises for you.Â
He squeezes your flesh, watching hard.
âWe need you for this, Trick.â The nickname was exactly why you were the only one who could do this.Â
You were the first choice. No one was better at undercover work.
âHow long would I be gone, Price?â Shifting out of the hold, you cross your arms and level him with a dead stare. âHow long do they have to live with this lie?â
John grunts. âLess than three months, yeah? But all of itâs up to how long it takes to gather intel. Full black.âÂ
âExfil point?âÂ
âTown five miles from Bertoâs estate. Cafe with a red door near the bookstore. Woman insideâll be your handler.â You turn away to glare at the far wall, hesitant even when you know you shouldn't be. This was your job.Â
Brown eyes keep flashing behind your eyesâa skeletal mask that stares with stained glistening blood, blood you yourself feel reflected on your own visage. A shared damning of two people who would never see those great halls of the afterlife. Neither of you are good.
Simon had to understand.Â
The Captain sees the shift in your expression.
âYou in?â He asks you with a blank look.Â
You take a deep breath, chest heavy and heart hurting. âI donât like it,â your voice is low, monotone. âBut, yeah, Sir, Iâm in.â
âGood,â the man nods, hooking his thumbs into his belt. âItâll happen in three days. Be ready.â
You watch him walk out of the room, patting you on the shoulder one last time before the door shuts behind him with a click of finality that pierces your lungs. You clear your throat and swallow down saliva, turning your face away as if ashamed.Â
Itâs the quiet that gets to you in that momentâthe encompassing nothingness. So often you would have moments like these with Simon. Just sitting; not taking. But this silence was so different.Â
This was betrayal.Â
After you steady the slight tremor in your hands, you scoff and shake your head backing up a step before leaving the room; turning off the lights.Â
You walk down the long hallway, feet heavy as your mind runs, and overhead the lights buzz like flies. Eyes stuck to the floor, your shoulders are hunched in with thought and your lids half-closed in a display of obvious inner turmoil.Â
The shadow that waits for you, leaning against the wall, you walk past entirelyâmissing it and not hearing the confused call of your name behind you because of it.
âTrick!â Your hand comes up to itch at your chin, fingers pushing into your flesh. The aggressive Manchester accent slides off of you until large fingers curl into the back collar of your vest rig.Â
You breathe in sharply, blinking in surprise as your feet get pulled back a step or two, pace halting as Ghost curls around your body, staring down at you. His brows are narrowed, that mask still on and the bottom fabric twisted in the obvious downward press of his lips.
âBloody hell is wrong with you, then?âÂ
Sighing, you scowl and shake him off of you, moving back to allow yourself some air. Did he really have to show up now? Why was he even here, you had to ask yourself. Was heâŠwaiting for you?
âNothing,â you donât look at him, speaking low. âDistracted, is all.âÂ
Ghost crosses his arms slowly, his brows flinching briefly as he makes a sound in the back of his throat. âMeeting go well?âÂ
âFine.â He can tell somethingâs wrong; you know he canâheâs the best at interrogations for a reason. Ghost knows when someone is lying to him.Â
You glance at his chest before you begin to open your mouth.Â
What could telling him hurt? Just a hint. Heâd get itâI know he would. Berto had the nickname âThe Tanner,â given to him by his men. When he found out anyone had double-crossed him, heâd take a large breaking knife and separate the thin layers of skin from his victims. Intel suggests he keeps them awake for all of it, stopping when they pass out only to start again when they wake back up.Â
If there was any leak in this baseâŠany at allâŠyou wouldnât be coming back.Â
You wouldnât be coming back to him.Â
Simonâs thighs shift.
âTalk to me.â He always speaks like he doesnât care about the answer, but youâd be a fool this far into your⊠relationship? To believe that he didnât. Youâd seen Simon panic over your injured body beforeâit told you enough.Â
The easy moments and the side-eyed looks when he thought you didnât notice or werenât doing the same to him.Â
Your fingers twitch, forcing a smirk that didnât convince even you. Your heart was telling you to explain it to him, but your brain was firmly set behind iron doors; tongue held back by iron tongs.Â
âPersonal matters, Simon. Nothing you need to worry about, Big Guy.â He doesnât look away from your eyes. Brows set in a line and that mask jeering at you; almost mocking.Â
The Lieutenant doesnât answer and your heart is visible from under your gear.
âJ-just,â you stutter, face getting hot as you look away. âItâs not that I donât want to tell you, itâsâŠâÂ
Trailing off, you rub at the back of your head in a self-soothing motion.Â
Simon blinks slowly and you hear a large chest-rattling sigh. He shrugs in that way only he canâa fast jerk of shoulders that looks more like heâs trying to push off a bug than simply trying to move past what youâre saying to him.Â
âDoesnât make a difference,â it does. âGarrick and MacTavish are waitinâ down at the firing range. Best get down there âfore one comes looking like a kicked dog.â You can still feel him digging into you. Knives and the suspicion in his tone.Â
You donât want to do this to him. Not after all that youâve gone through together.Â
âRight.â Your feet are moving before he is, planted into the floor and pushing off through the small pinches of electricity in the nerves. Pushing out a hard laugh, you try to send him a light smile. âDid you tell them to be ready to get their arses beat?âÂ
Simon looks down at you as he walks beside your form in large steps; arms swinging. âHavenât seen âem yet. Waiting for you.âÂ
If it were possible to shrivel up from guilt, youâd be nothing but bones.
âO-oh,â you huff, but it sounds like all of the air has been expelled from your lungs. âYou didnât have to do that, yâknow.â
Simon grunts, accent grating as he stares ahead. âWanted to.âÂ
âGood. Thatâs nice.â You feel like screaming. âThank you.â
Itâs nearly instantaneous how fast his eyes go dark with concern. âYou sure that head of yours is on straight, Trick?â
You push open the doors outside and wonder if you even have the ability to answer him; out of everyone, you canât lie to Simon.
âNo,â your lips admit quietly, self-degrading in its own right.Â
A hand grabs you by the wrist and before you can slip out, youâre being pulled back into the building and pushed into a side room.Â
âHey!â You shout, eyes flashing as the door is shut behind you. Youâre released and the light is immediately turned on. âSimon, what the hell are you doing?âÂ
âEnough,â he levels, and your arms are clasped so youâre facing his chest, looking up into his serious and hard gaze. âFuckinâ speak to me.âÂ
Youâre surprised at how insistent he is about this.Â
âIâm not telling you anything,â you speak through stutters and he growls in his throat. His hands are like motel lava even under his gloves and above your skinâburning like a brand.
âWhat happened in that meeting room, Trick?â
âItâs classified,â you say, harder than intended, spitting the words with a hint of desperation. If not for your own safety, then for his, but you know that if he keeps asking then youâll tell him the truth.Â
They were going to stage your death, and they wonât be making it pretty.Â
âFuck classified,â he leans in closer, curling over you. âYouâre acting like someoneâs bloody taking you hostage.â
âSimon! Itâs notââ
âCut the bullshit!â You growl and try to shove away from him, struggling with glaring eyes that go sharp with the onset of tears. âSomethings got you worried and I wanna know what it is.â
Simon wasnât the greatest at articulation, but neither were you.Â
You knew he was trying to tell you he was concerned. The man was holding you tight, but not hurting you; his face close and his shoulders wide. Along your face his eyes were darting, as if he could peel back your skin and make you explain what Price had told you.Â
The Captain had given the Lieutenant a look as heâd seen him waiting for you but had said nothing. That alone had tipped Ghost off to something being wrong.Â
But you werenât having it.
Yanking out of Simonâs hands, you shake your head and put on your worst glareâmeeting muddy brown and huffing.Â
âMind your own business, Riley. Itâs for your own good.â The man blinks in mute shock, fingers in the air twitching before they fall to his sides.
You speed-walk out of the room before he can speak, lips slightly parted at your strange behavior.Â
For his own good? What in the hell did that mean?Â
Simonâs jaw clenches, a grunt in his chest as he aggressively rolls his wrist. He turns to follow after. The both of you donât talk for the rest of the day.
â
Your body shakes along with the helo as it takes off, carrying you away from the scene of gunfire down below. In your earpiece, you hear the loud calls and yelling from your friends. Gaz is calling out to Price to give him permission to move up; the Captain too busy grappling Soap to the ground.Â
Ghost is taking cover behind a wall, but heâs not quiet.Â
âTrickâs in the damn building!âÂ
No, Iâm not, you want to flick on the line and tell him. Over the three days before this operation you'd barely spokenâin fact, youâd been avoiding all of them fervently by the mass amount of guilt in your stomach.Â
In the nights, you hadnât even slept, and now youâre sure itâll take even longer too.
Their forms become tinier, and you grasp the roofâs handle as the helo rises farther and farther.Â
âPrice!â Simon barks. âWe have to get herââ
âThereâs no time!â John responds, grunting and forcing Johnny down as he spits curses and tries to call your name over the comms. You flinch violently, looking away for a moment. âWeâre surrounded!â
âI can get through!â Bullets wiz through the comms, and you can nearly imagine you are down thereâtrapped in the house down the way after being shot and injured by hosties. But youâd never been in that house. Never been alone down the way for recon.Â
Youâd been at the second exfil point. Price knew it. Laswell knew it.Â
But Simon had not.Â
âNegative, Ghost! Keep where you are, we can get to her later. We need toââ The building you were supposed to be in explodes in a fiery wreck; a great bloom cloud going into the air as the helo shakes from the after-blast.Â
You have to turn your face away, shielding your eyes. The pilot calls to see if youâre alright, but you donât answer. All you can hear is the screams.
âTrick!â
âSimon, get back into bloody cover!âÂ
âFucking Hell! Trick, answer me!â It gets too muchâthe bareness of his panic for you. The panting breath; the running stomp of feet.
You rip the connection from the radio on your vest and place a hand over your mouth, breathing as if you had really been in an inferno like a piece of fodder.Â
Simon had already been through so much in his life, and doing this to him as well as the task force was the definition of betrayal of the loyalty youâd cultivated.
Of the love.
Because you did love himâeven if youâd never say it to each other. If he found out about what you did, which he would eventually, in one way or another, heâd hate you for the rest of his life. So perhaps you were mourning, as you stare below as the helicopter takes you higher and higher up. Farther away from him. You were mourning what you had, because you knew it would never be the same.Â
Simon Riley would never trust you again, and all you had to blame was yourself.Â
The tiny tears dribble out of you and fall all the way down to the ground, where the man still screams for you to answer him; John barks orders with a sheen of panic in his eyes from the bare-bones ferality of the Lieutenant. Brown eyes blazed and cities burned in his pupils.Â
John had underestimated the bond that the two of you shared.Â
And he just might pay the price for it.
â
Getting through selection was far easier than getting through SAS training, Vito Berto seemed to only want mercenaries that had the faintest hint of the ability to hold a smuggled weapon. It made sense because if the people he was planning to send in were well-trained, it would be easier to trace to himâability equaled a higher level of intelligence. Planning. Resources.Â
To fit in, you made sure to miss a few of your shots, even if it made your instinctual perfectionism rise. John would have torn you a new one if youâd missed this many during your selection all those years back. Probably would have asked how a Muppet like you had gotten this far with shite aim like that.
But Berto ate it up like Sunday dinner. Gave you the nickname Cross, actually. Like the crosshair of a scope.
It was safe to say you despised him.Â
But the days grew longer and the nights short with all of your running around. Youâd found out that your Captainâs timeline was incorrectâthe attack wasnât in three months, it was in two. And while Berto was cocky, he wasnât reckless.Â
He somehow knew there was a breach in the ranks; you could see it by how he looked over the squads in the underground bunker, all of you hidden under rock and stone like prisoners. The man would sneer, eyes filtering back and forth from the perch.Â
Sometimes you had to stop yourself from simply taking the shot presented in front of you and deal with the consequences afterward.
Price had been clear: all of the people gathered here needed to be taken care of quickly and quietlyâif you snapped, the rest would disappear like roaches. Alive and biding time.
During those two months, the thoughts of Simon wouldnât leave you.Â
Moments that seeped in behind closed eyelids after youâd slunk back into bed, the USBs full of vital intel stashed into the lining of your uniform in a small hidden pocket. His twitching smile and those deep scars along his face; the ones that would never go away.Â
In those moments you wondered what it would be like if you had told him how much you cared for his quiet company or his dark humor. The way he would level a hand on the small of your back off duty at the bars as a way to silently shield you from the stares from patrons.Â
Youâd never be able to tell him now.Â
Vito âThe Tannerâ Berto knew of a leak, and when you came back to the bunker after sending out the multiple USB sticks, the physical files, and the first-hand accounts of what was going onâeager for just a little more to make this betrayal worth itâŠhe was waiting.Â
You could only fight off so many others, no matter how subpar the training on their part, before sheer mass overtook ability. Like a house of cards with a bowling ball, you were shoved to the ground surrounded by multiple dead bodies of those youâd taken down with youâwrithing and hissing as if a feral animal.Â
Restraints were leveled with your wrists; your head pulled back so your nose faced the ceiling. You only stopped struggling when the chilled barrel of a pistol was set under your chin.
Breath stilling, it was hard to understand how, even then, all that was in the front of your mind was Simon. Simon and his brown eyes. Simon and his screams when that building went up in fire and smoke.
âTrick!â
You could still hear the exact pitch and rhythm like it was yesterday.
âCross,â Berto mutters, gun heavy as it digs into your flesh. Men pant and grapple to keep you back as you sneer and jerk your arms. âI should have known it would be you.âÂ
âWell,â you growl, teeth bared, âobviously you didnât.â
A slow smirk runs on his lips.Â
âNo, but Iâll have to rectify this. I canât have you getting in the way.â You can only hope that the intel gets out before the end of the second monthâif not, then all of this was for nothing.Â
Why couldnât you have left when you had the chance?
âFucking Hell! Trick, answer me!â
He was why.Â
Simonâthe source of all of your problems and the only person who could fix them besides yourself. Itâs a sick joke really.Â
Vito grabs your chin and you huff out a swift breath, heart skipping beats as he burrows his digits tightly into your skin; hard enough to leave marks. He sighs and clicks his tongue and you have to keep back a whimper as his nails create crescents along your jaw.Â
âYou wonât tell me anything, will you, then?â
âNegative,â you spit, heated.Â
He scoffs. âOf course.âÂ
Berto throws your head back as you try to snap out and bite at his hand, rabid, but the manâs already gone and the mercenaries behind you yank you back like a dog on a leash. Your knees slide along the floor and you rage trying to turn around before the others are forced to shove your face into the ground. There is a distinctive snapping in your nose bridge as the concrete comes up to meet you; the tears come instinctually afterâunable to be stopped as you yell in pain.Â
Blood floods your nostrils and mouth, making you cough as Vitoâs voice echoes in your ringing ears.Â
âLet me get my knives.âÂ
â
They had you chained in some damp back room, the corners riddled with mold spores and the air heavy with condensation. You were tied to the ceilingâfeet dangling uselessly below you and the tips of your boots dragging across the floor with a quiet scrape and a creak of metal.Â
Above you, on the hook, the chains were tied so ruthlessly that youâd lost circulation to your arms entirely, nothing but an electric buzzing far inside of your bones. Akin to the static of a TV screen in between connections. Your clothes had been shredded by bladesâlong sections of your flesh underneath, cut away.Â
Blood stains most, if not all, of the floor. It drips from your nose; it falls like rain to pool at your feet in rippling crimson.Â
Simon had been your partner during required interrogation training and he was far better at it than you. The man could go for hours through the mental strain that was leveled out by other soldiers on him; stoic and silent. It was the way his eyes would blank that told you he could live through far worseâthat he already had. Youâd had your fair share as well, but never before had you felt as hopeless as this.Â
There was a slim chance that anyone would come for you here. Laswell and Price would carry the guilt of it, but you didnât want them to.Â
The blood slips over your lips, and the taste of copper makes you gag; spitting out saliva from your lips.Â
It was half your choice, after all.Â
You try to slip into a happy memory as the lights fade in and out, the footsteps and mutterings outside the door of little interest anymore.
ironic, that the man with the mask of a dead person brought you comfort when so little could.Â
You never got to tell him how much you loved him. A thin smile comes across your lips.Â
âShouldnât be out here this late,â the man utters as you lay out in the field, arms and legs splayed and twitching when the long grass brushes against them. âPast curfew.â
âLike you aren't out here with me?â You raise an eyebrow, looking up at the stars now that the large base lights have been dimmed. The air is cold, and the breeze makes you shudder through a chill. But you donât wipe that smile from your lips. âBit hypocritical, Simon.â
You hear a low grunt.Â
âOut âere because you werenât answering your damn door.â A shadow slips to your side, and the man settles down with a huff on his lips. Simon retired his combat mask for a simple balaclava instead, and he sighed long as he settled his arm on the bent form of his right leg.Â
You blink over at him, raising a brow.Â
âLooking for me, Ghosty?âÂ
âBloody hell, Trick.â You chuckle, shifting your arms to rest on your chest as you look back at the stars far above.Â
âOh, itâs alright, Big Guy.â The man shakes his head. âI wonât tell anyone youâre going soft for me.âÂ
âIâm not.â
âYou definitely are.â
âTrick, Iâm tellinâ you toââ
âShh!â You wave a hand in his direction, silencing him and making him blink at you in deep annoyance and confusion. Ghostâs eyes were narrowed, the black of his face paint gone and smelling like standard issue body wash.Â
He must have gotten out of the shower and come to see if you were still awake before making his way outside when you never answered the door. Funny how he knew where you would be.
âFucking what, then?â He growls, shoulders wide.
You place a finger to your ear, shifting so youâre sitting up on one elbow and facing Simon. On your face, a wide smile lingers, but on his, the dark brows narrow with knowledge of a deceitful event incoming. âListen.âÂ
A silence falls, Simonâs ears twitching for something in the long grass or across the field. Nothing. Nothing but the breeze and the way your face glowed as you watched him, eyes glinting with amusement.Â
After a long minute or two, he looks at you with utter bewilderment. You lean in closer, poking a finger into his bicep.
âCan you hear it, Simon?â Youâre one of the few he lets call him that, though never in public.
He glares. âNo.â
You flutter your digits in the air, giggles trapped in your mouth. A whisper hits the Lieutenantâs ears. âSilence.â
âBugger off,â he hisses as you reel back and belt out laughter, holding your sides and lightly curling into yourself. âYouâre worse than Johnny. Jesus.â
âAww, câmon!â You let your laughter die down to chuckles, sanctity of night broken, but not so between the two individuals who look at each other with brimming affection none will name.Â
âYouâre the one that came to find me, remember?â Your tease makes Ghost roll his eyes, looking away across the open area with its wave-like grasses.
âYouâre right, then, I did,â Simon grunts, his hand coming up to rub his neck. âMistake on my part.â
âJerk,â a soft slap is leveled to his arm and he chuckles deeply. âBut you canât fool me, Ghosty. I know youâll always come lookinâ for meâIâm too important to you to lose.â
âKeep kiddinâ yourself, Trickster.â He doesnât say how he would agree with the statement, it was true after all. âI wonât be dragged into your bloody messes.â
He wouldnât leave you behind to drown in them, even if it was as simple as you sneaking out of your bunk to watch the stars.Â
Youâd both known each other too long for that.
You smile over at him as he sighs before slipping off his mask, itching at his stubble with hard fingers. The air settles. No comment about it entering in on the see-through wavesâthere didnât need to be one.Â
âMhm,â you hum, beaming. âYou keep thinking that, Big Guy.â
âTrick!â Your memory shifts, and you sit up immediately. Youâd thought youâd just heardâŠ
Eyes dart out over the field, jumping back and forth rapidly. You look to the side, but Simon is gone entirely.
âSimon?â Heart beating, you stand fully up and turn in a fast circle, confusion and fear infecting your mind.
âTrick!â Pain sparks in your body, and you hiss and grab at your clothes. You blink so fast that you half-believe the world is ending.
âS-Simon?!â What was happening? What was hurting so bad? Where did Simon go?
âTrick, fucking wake up!â
Your eyes snap open and you instantaneously feel the burning pain inside of your ribs.Â
The ground is underneath you, hard and wet from your own blood as you yowl and cough, air entering your lungs in quick bursts.Â
Hands encase your cheeks, shaking your headâkeeping you present.Â
A skeletal mask littered with droplets of human fluid stares down at you, and behind it, panicked brown eyes slash through your psyche in the small moment between agony and confusion.Â
Simon?
âHoly hell.â Itâs that same Manchester accent. The same scrape of vocal cords. âAlright, Sweetheart. Keep those eyes openâkeep âem on me, yeah?âÂ
What was going on? You try to open your mouth to say something but all of it is lead. Were your ribs broken? How? And why was Simonâs bottom covering pushed up to his nose; his lips stained with blood?Â
The man frantically goes to press into his radio.
âThis is Bravo 0-7,â he breathes, and you whimper as your throat gets clogged with congealed saliva and blood. You cough violently, gagging, and Ghost quickly turns you on your side to help you expel it. His hand is hard on your shoulder.Â
âI say again, this is Bravo 0-7!â Those browns never leave you, shocked and serious. âPrice, Iâve got âer. Itâs not good; had to revive but I donât know how long sheâs got.â
Revive? Youâre spacing in and out, limp, and trying to breathe.Â
Simon tears open his medical pouch and begins wrapping tourniquetsâpacking the wounds with gauze until you can get proper medical treatment on the helo back to base.Â
âBloodyâŠâ he trails, Price barking an order over the connection to bring you out; the firefight was moving to the East to give him an opening to sneak back out. âCâmon, Trick.â
Everything swims; you want to go back to that fieldâthose stars.Â
Simon was here? Truly? The thought was hard to understand in your state.Â
âS-Simââ Your voice gurgles, and you canât feel your legs. You had to tell him. Tell him the good and the bad; all of it.
âDonât talk,â he growls, moving you as your body seizes in a state of static shock. âIâm getting you out of âere.â Youâre lifted up in one grand movement, Simon grunting as he shifts you carefully into a bridal hold. âThen youâre going to explain this to me when youâre squared. Wonât take no for an answer.âÂ
You could feel the anger sizzling off of him even half-conscious. The mixing emotions that convulsed into a mess of adrenaline and desperation. Forcing your eyes to stay open, you blink up at him as he glances down at you at the same time, just before he exits the door he had broken down.Â
The visible skin of his lips and chin tighten; going down with the twitch of with a serious frown. Something flutters behind his eyes as he stares before glancing away and clearing his throat.Â
âEyes on me, Trickster. Donât you dare close âem.â You grimace as he begins jogging, heavy boots echoing along the empty corridor as the sounds of gunfire and pandemonium sound off from the other side of the bunker.Â
It was hard to push back the black at the sides of your vision; already it was seeping back in. Ghost holds you tight, unwilling to even let you slip an inch from his grip as the lights above swirl, brightening and dimming.Â
âOi!â Youâre jostled, and you snap back to it, tensing as your wounds flex and pull. Simon glares. âWhatâd I just say?â
Your weakly poisoned grimace makes his lips twitch up.Â
âGood.âÂ
Thereâs the sudden flick of a safety being clicked off, and the Lieutenant halts in a jerking of feet and a ruffle of canvas.
âIâve heard about a Ghost making his rounds, hm?â Berto stands at the end of the hall, pistol held in front of him. âI saw an apparition disappearing to find one of its own. No worries. Sheâll be a ghost, too, soon enough. Perhaps Iâll have to put you both to rest together.âÂ
The voice makes you go panicked, remembering the tear of flesh and the sharp blades slicing your skin away, chunks that peeled, and the long stripes of flexible tendons. Your lungs fight for breath, your head weakly slapping into Simonâs neck after an attempt to move your body. Limbs shake and battle nerves; the fabric of your brain.
Your blood stains the manâs gear all the way down the front. Itâs dripping to the floor, down his arms and off his elbows. Youâre bathing him in itâa full-body baptism of betrayal.Â
âBerto,â Ghost says, accent casual despite the gun leveled at him. The name is drawn out. âApologies, but Iâm taking back whatâs mine.â He tilts his head. âScratch that, Iâm not apologizing for getting back on a Bastard like you, eh? Pity I canât hang you up like a hog, Iâm proper good with a blade too, but as you can see, Iâm on a crunch.âÂ
Vitoâs face goes confused, skin scrunching. âWhatââ
The bang of a bullet being discharged echoes down the way. The clatter of a great expulsion of air from lungs. Stumbling. Gargles.Â
The slam of a body to the ground.Â
Smoke spreads up from under the clutch of your knees, where Ghost holds the abyssal body of an M19 forward, his finger lightly on the trigger before he shifts it back in well-practiced discipline.Â
âSlag,â he spits.Â
Simon hikes you farther into him, lending over his available body heat as you shiver. He presses his face into the top of your head, sighing in relief before starting his pace again. The manâs lips brush your flesh as your lids flutter.Â
âStill with me?â You whine into his neck, fingers twitching. âI know it hurts, Love. I know. Easy with it.âÂ
It didnât just hurt, it burned. Buried like the nine layers of Hell.Â
He keeps whispering to you, slinking around corners and stepping into shadows. By the time he makes it outside with you, the chill of the air on the bottom of his face he didnât even bother to re-cover, youâre tapering on the edge of oblivion again.Â
Teetering like a porcelain doll on the end of the high shelf.Â
âBravo 0-6, leaving the bunker now, I need that MedEvac prepped and ready to go,â Simon speaks quickly, not wasting a single instant.Â
Johnâs voice wafts through. âCopy, 0-7. Helo is cominâ in, be ready itâs going to get hot!âÂ
âAffirm. Keep it frosty down âere.â Thereâs a low chuckle and the swift wizz of bullets.Â
âGet our Trickster back in one piece, Ghost.â Simon hears the buzzing of helicopter blades in the night, a slick form descending from the dark clouds not moments later. He turns away from the flurry of air, walking hurriedly backward so the air doesnât aggravate you.Â
âTrick,â Ghost calls to you above the noise, hearing the hurried feet of medics coming out to take you from him. Your face is scrunched and you burrow into him. âIâm handing you over!âÂ
You try to open your eyes enough to convey your unease at that. You have to tell him. You have to explain why you had to do it. The guilt is eating you; gnawing with red teeth and gripping with devilâs claws. You have to explain that you love him even if he hates you now.Â
Medics grapple you away, and you are in pain, lips peeling back to gasp sharply, thrashing.Â
No!
âFuck,â Ghost growls, pulling you away from the men as they ask him what in the bloody hell heâs doing. He doesnât even knowâall he knows is that heâs pissed at you for what you did, but never in a million years did that mean he wanted to see you in pain.Â
Simon canât lie, when he was told you were alive, the universe had held its breath. A miracle. A ruse. But alive. Alive and trapped.Â
âStop it!â He yells, caging you into him. âIâm here! Iâm right here, Trickster!âÂ
Youâre already too gone for it, not recognizing the metal of the helo as youâre settled on your back, the loud slam of the door. Fingers pull and prob as you hiss and snap, suffocating.Â
Ghost holds down your shoulders, his eyes right above yoursâbut youâre not looking. The helo takes off
âBloody hell,â Simon yells. âLook at me!âÂ
You donât know what compels you to do so, but your eyes open just the slightest bit wider. Brown melts into your pupils, taking you in and reminding you of chilled summer nights. Simon. You pant but stop struggling.Â
The medics jump into action, ripping away the remains of your shirt and pants so they can get to the wounds; assess the damage done.Â
âThatâs it,â Simon sighs long, swallowing. âThatâs a girl. There we go, Sunshine.âÂ
You blink, face peeled as everything swirls far more aggressively this time.Â
âListen to me, Trick. Iâm right here. Iâm not going anywhere, you understand. You said Iâd always find you, yeah?â Hands grab your cheeks. âWell, I fucking did, eh? I found you. Weâre gonna fix you up, Sweetheart. Itâll all be gone by morning.â You stutter down a breath, ragged throat stretching.
âLet âem fix you upââ
âI love you.âÂ
It all fades to black, but all you remember is the sweep of horror that spreads behind the manâs eyes.
â
âYou went back,â Priceâs arms are crossed, and he stares at you as your fingers play with the sheets of the hospital bed. âWhy?â
You sigh and rub at your face.
âTrick.â
âI felt like I needed to,â you give away, twitching your fingers out in an expression of nonchalantness. âI feltâŠâ Your voice trailed off into a growl. âBad.â
âFeelings arenât a part of this, Trickster, you bloody know that,â John hisses, leaning his head closer as you glare silently. âIf youâd left when you could, none of this would have fucking happened.âÂ
âI feel bad, Price!â You break, snapping. âI fucking know! But I-I thought if I just got a bit more intel, then this would have been worth it.â Taking a deep breath you shake your head and rub at your face, all of the bandages and stitches pulling tight. âItâs eating at me. I canâtâŠI canât just act like what I lied about can be forgotten.âÂ
You shrug as the man listens silently, monitors beeping and the small buzz of the overhead lights.Â
âSoap barely looks at meâGaz gave me that fucking pity smile and it makes me want to scream.â
âTheyâll get over it.â The Captain repeats what he said months prior firmly. âThey know the Op was top priority, theyâll grow up and be back to fucking around in days.â
You scoff, muttering in a dejected tone. âHe wonât.â
John is still, fixing his feet from under him as he rolls his nose and looks away slowly.Â
Simon hadnât come to visit once in the time youâd been here in the wardâfour days. That fact alone makes you restless. You donât remember what you said to him, if you said anything. But you knew that he wasnât going to be going out of his way to be near you anymore.Â
Youâd taken a grenade to the relationship youâd built. Toy building blocks are scattered.Â
âSimonâsâŠSimon,â Price ends on. You groan and itch at the IV in your hand. âHe cares about you more than anyone, yeah? He just needs time. Wasnât himself after the set-up.â
âIâve been told,â Gaz had informed you about the Lieutenant's self-isolation after your âdeathâ. The snappy ordersâdeathly glares. Heâd gone back to the ruthless man he was in the field and instead of being directed at his enemies, it was directed at them.
Kyle explained how heâd argued with Price about how he could have gotten to you, before abruptly falling silent and stalking away as if a flip had been switched. Snake eyes and clenched fists.Â
Theyâd heard him in the gym late at night, reaming on the punching bags. They didnât think he slept more than three hours per day if the red lines in his eyes were anything to go by.
And then they were told that you were alive but captured, and heâd gotten worse.
Youâd nearly started sobbing when the Sergeant had told you all of that.
âI betrayed his trust, Price,â you level. âIâŠI never wanted to do that to him. Ever. Not Simon.â
A shadow passes by the door just as the Captain grunts. âThatâs the job.â
âThatâs not the job I signed up for when I got into this. We donât lie to our own.â
ââWe get dirty, the worldâââ You cut him off.
âYeah, yeah, âstays cleanâ.â Your eyes level with his. âI can do the dirty work, John, you know that. Infiltration and undercover work is what Iâm good at.â The man nods slightly. âBut if you ask me to betray One-Four-Oneâs trust again, Iâm out.â
Blue eyes blink in shock, but you donât let him speak.
âFind someone else to get fake blown up in a building. I canât get his fucking screams out of my head.â John watches you silently, eyes narrowed.Â
You meet that gaze head-on, not backing down from this.
The Captain shakes his head a minute later. âBloody made for each other,â he mutters under his breath, grunting. Another shadow slips past going the opposite direction, probably a nurse.
Without another word John turns and exits the room, tossing a hand behind his head casually in a way to say goodbye.
You huff and roll your eyes, heat on your cheeks.Â
The day wains, and you let the nurses come in to do their checkups and replace the IV. As the curtains are pulled back into place, supper sits heavy in your stomach.Â
You wanted to see Simon.Â
You knew it wouldnât go well, and wouldnât be the goody-goody outcome you prayed forâŠbut you felt wrong without apologizing in person. It went against your morals, and already those were incredibly skewed. Maybe heâd yell, or even ignore you as if you werenât there.
Simon wasnât above not speaking to people he didnât like.
You had to try.
When all was dark, you shuffled out of the hospital bed and fought the weakness of your legs. Shaking like a leaf, you walked around with only your tied gown, unapologetic of the slit down the back showing flashes of your bra and underwear.Â
It wouldnât be anything the Lieutenant hadnât seen before.
Walking through the silence, you sigh and stand outside of his door; dread in your heart and seeping from the pulled stitches of your wounds. Your bare feet on the tile make you shiver.Â
Lifting up a fist, you hesitate.Â
Your hand hovers over the wood, sliding forward before you pull it back to you. Closing your eyes tight, you clench your jaw once and take a deep breath.
Knock-knock-knock. Knock-knock.
The sequence was your call sign. If you knocked like that, he would know it was youâwhereas Simon's own was just a single slam of the side of his fist.
The only real problem now was that he wasnât answering.
You stare dumbly at the barrier, blinking like a fool. It takes you longer than youâd like to admit to understand the realization that he wasnât ignoring youâhe just wasnât in his room.Â
Taking a step back, you rub the back of your neck in exasperation and hurry to the nearest exit.
âOf course,â you breathe. You know exactly where he is at a time like this.
The field holds a standing shadow, a ghost of issued fatigues with a thick jacket against the chill that leaves you shivering. Simon stares out over the training grounds with his hands in his pockets, balaclava pulled all the way down to hide him from you.Â
You come to a slow halt behind him and stare.Â
Itâs not long before the man gunts, turning his head back from over his shoulder to look at you blankly. He knew you were there.
The eye contact stays for a long, long whileâuntil youâre hypnotized in the shades of brown and amber and the large build that seems to broaden because of your appearance.
âIâm here to apologize.â You say it breathlessly. âIâm not asking you to hear me out, but I have to let you know I regret doing it. Price said that it was time-sensitive and Iââ
Stopping yourself, you look away. It sounded too much like an excuse, you hissed to yourself. At the end of the day, it was still your acceptance that pushed the pawn forward.Â
âIâm sorry, Simon,â you breathe. âI betrayed your trust.â
His eyes are piercing you, but you still canât look at him. The man slightly turns your way. His voice was monotone and grunting out like a dog.
âYou think I couldnât handle it?â Your heart starts, and youâre shaking your head instantly.
âNo.â You explain quicklyâhonestly. âItâs thatâŠI didnât want you to.âÂ
You hear his lips take in a quiet breath. Simon rolls his shoulders before looking away from you. Nothing could have prepared you for what came next.
âYou said you loved me.â Your body freezes, jaw going slack as your face drops. You donât speak, mute as if the air in your lungs has been stolen.
You had doneâŠwhat?
All of your tricks couldnât get you out of this one.
âI,â you force a fake laugh, hands beginning to shake. âI, what? No, Iâm sure thatâs not what I said. A-are you sure it wasnât, like, an âI appreciate youâ or maybe aâŠa,â your voice catches. âA whole âIâm fond of youâ sort of thingâŠ? Hm?â
Simon takes a step forward and you take one back. This was worse than torture, you decided. The pain in your pulling stitches and re-set nose was welcome here.
âTrick,â Ghost utters, and you stare hard at his neck, humming. âStop talking.â
âCopy,â you whisper quickly, shoulders falling.Â
Heâs so close you can feel his body heat melting into you, and you want nothing more than to touch him. Simonâs hand comes up to your chin, and he angles it up as you stop breathing, lips parted.
âI heard you in the med ward talkinâ to Price. Was outside the door the âole time.â The shadow.Â
He tilts your head to the side to stare at the medical tape over the slashes in your skin. The scars wonât bother youâyou had plenty of others to show as well. But Simon wasâŠstudying you. Assessing.Â
His eyes blink slowly with those long pale lashes, and they slide up to you as he leans in close to your ear. Still, you stand comatose.
âYou put me through a fucking heap âo hurt, Love.â You stare over his shoulder, not speaking, not moving.Â
Simon leans back and lets go of your chin, brushing a finger over your nose and the puffy skin there.
âNever do that again.â Itâs final, how he says it. But the layers of depth are plain to hear. Simon speaks low and evenâgaze trapping yours like a curse.Â
You know he wonât talk about the things youâve heard. The aggression or the late-night gym trips. Youâve known him for years, and know his brain like the back of your hand.
Shivering, you nod once, content with not answering verbally to break the sanctity of the moment. Seeing Simon like this made you ease your fears. You clear your throat to push back the stuffiness.
âThought you held grudges, Big Guy?â Nearly not heard, you mutter and pick at where the IV needle is supposed to be.Â
A hand catches yours and stops you from making it bleed.
âDo,â Ghost grumbles, turning your hand over and moving his face closer until you feel his breath. âJust not with my Bird.âÂ
His balaclava is suddenly up to his nose, and those lips that had been covered in your blood previously situated themselves perfectly to yours.Â
You gasp, arm outstretched beside you in shock.Â
Youâd kissed him before, but this felt different. More intimate. Simonâs arms slip around your waist, and you retaliate by locking your shaking arms behind his back, feeling the gentle passes of his lips.Â
Mouth to mouth, you breathe each other in as if grasping for the otherâs soul in desperation. A desperation that tells you how much the beast of a man around you was terrified of your death and the body he had to carry into the heloâof the lengths he would go to stave death from touching your tender flesh.Â
No, only he was allowed to do that, and he was a reaper in his own right.
A small death that infected you at every breath puffing into your mouth, every whine and whimper he could draw like water to swallow down as ambrosia. Nectar of the Gods, and it was right there in his arms. Back. Alive.Â
To be alive in the summer field of this old military base was to accept that death, and into it, hope that the few moments you had together truly made a difference.Â
Simon would hold you thereâand when that was done, wrap you in his jacket and carry your battered body back inside; watching your swollen lips and the wide eyes as they gaze back at him.Â
Because he could hate you all he wanted for this, for the lies, for the way you made him careâŠbut the both of you would still be alive to do so.
warnings: swearing, hurt to comfort, fem outfit, a little ooc if you squint, 1.201 words oops
summary: after a fight with ghost, you donât pay any attention to him for the whole day, deciding itâs what he wants anyway.
âforget it, youâre a fucking asshole.â you sniffle, turning your back and grabbing your keys, storming out of the little apartment complex you two had been sharing for 6 months. his breathing was heavy, his huge form heaving up and down as he just watched you leave. âthatâs it, then?â you think to yourself, hesitant to keep walking to your car. god it was freezing. you go to fix your coat but you havenât brought one. sighing, you quicken your pace to the car. it was dark out.Â
your drive to your old apartment was quick, it was 2 am and the only cars out were people who had night shifts. you just wanted to talk to him, thatâs all. you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, thatâs all; yet that seemed to set him off. screaming and tears were all that you remembered. you remembered how you flinched when he raised his hand to fix his hair. you remember his horrified look. you remember getting in your car and, oh. thatâs now.
you reach your apartment and the first thing you do is lay down for 10 minutes to cool down. after deciding thatâs enough moping around, you take a good look at your surroundings and decide itâs time for redecorating. you spent the whole early morning moving furniture around and hanging up new posters and renewing bedsheets, and adding new scents to your humidifier, and blasting feel good songs, and.. and.. you miss him.
never mind that, you finish up and decide to take time for yourself to unwind, showering, skincare, reading, and doing all sorts of your hobbies you havenât gotten the chance to do. sitting comfortably on your polished couch as you flip through the pages of your book and take a long sip of your warm coffee, you start to appreciate life and yourself just a little bit more. that doesnât help the fact that there is a part of you longing for him, missing how heâd usually be behind you cuddling, some documentary playing in the background as his soft snores fill the silence.
stop it! god! get a grip, [Y/N]! stop thinking about him! whatâs so good about Lieutenant Simon â Ghost â Riley anyway!? itâs not like he makes you feel like youâre the only person in the world, not like he has that one soft look whenever it comes to you, itâs not like,, you love him. a long and exaggerated sigh came out of you as the realisation hits. you do love him. but what does it matter now? itâs been 4 long hours since youâve seen him, he hasnât even called! you check your phone again to look for any missed calls but all you get is a message from soap saying âyer late 2day?â âohhh no.â âshit.â you mumble as you search for your keys as you race to your car and get to the base as fast as you can.Â
you blast through the debriefing room wearing a brown tank top with a brown cardigan hanging loosely, your moss green long skirt ruffled as you plop your messenger bag on the table, hair claw barely keeping your wild hair up. headphones still hanging on your neck as you apologise for being late. âglad to see youâve dressed up first, eh?â price remarks with a small smile as he continues talking, your cheeks blushing from embarrassment, forgetting to get into uniform since you had left in such a rush. you straighten your hair as you take notes during the whole meeting, all while feeling a familiar pair of eyes scan your body.
youâre purposefully ignoring him, going straight to your office once the debriefing was over, despite his calls for your name. he didnât wanna spend time with you? thatâs fine, youâll give him what he so desperately wants. you lock yourself in the room to take at least 3 minutes to just get a hold of yourself and breathe. you finally get up to do some of the paperwork youâve been putting off, and get to priceâs office to be assigned more.
âthis is unusual, you want more work?â he raises an eyebrow at you before filing some more paper. âyes sir.â a hum is all you get out of him. you stand there for at least another minute waiting for more orders, that is until he calls in the man youâve been dreading to see. âWHAT? NO. WHY WOULD YOU-â you shut up instantly as you hold your breath when his big frame comes in. âgo help him out with drills, since you so badly want to work.â your captainâs sassy ass voice is making your eye twitch, but you nonetheless comply. you were the first to step out of the room infuriated and hot-headed, awaiting more orders from your lieutenant. Â
as soon as you finish up helping the new recruits as ordered, you ignored your boyfriend's orders of wanting to talk after the drills. you speed walk to your room to lay down, bruised feet and sore back, whining and groaning at the pain. you immediately sit up as you hear your bedroom door creak open, wondering who it is since you had it locked. you go through the list of who could have your key and the only one to cross your mind is your boyfriend youâve been ignoring for the whole day. and to no surprise itâs him, simon riley, who walks into your door and kneels beside your legs.
âwhatâre you doing?â you ask, rubbing your eyes and groggily shuffling your hair. he just sighs and starts massaging your legs, hoping you would take this as a silent apology. âgod stop it, simon.â
he doesnât listen to your complaints as he pushes your small frame (compared to his, i mean c'mon this man is a giant) on the bed, laying you down as he cuddles on top of you. âsi- i canât breathe.â he only shifts a little to the side so that he wouldnât accidentally crush you with his sheer strength. ââm sorry, didnât mean to make you cry like that.â your eyes flutter shut as you calm your breathing, still being bear hugged by your lieutenant beside you. âwas so worried, thought iâd never see you again.â his deep vibrating voice tickles your ears, making you slightly happy. the warmth youâve been longing for was back.
âdonât you ever do that to me again.â you whisper, finally hugging him back and facing him for the first time in a while. âyes maâam.â he replies, moving your stray hair strands back to see your face better. âwonât ever let you go again.â
a/n: outfit i was thinking of ,, anyway this was kinda like forced, iâve been wanting to write this for so long and only got the time to do so now sooooooooooooo hope u like it mwua mwua stay hydrated
a/n: if it doesn't make sense my bad. i'm not rlly good at writing smut LOL but smut with simon :") pls ignore any mistakes, i know it's ooc đ«Ł feel free to request with any of the 141 + konig :") <33
mdni!! 18+
cw: cockwarming, dry humping, p in v, eating out â
simon ghost riley ⥠who loves to wake you up by eating you out. he can't help himself when he sees your sweet face on the brink of waking up. he sneaks down the sheets, settling between your thighs. his cheeks are already pink, eyes blown with desire while he gingerly moves your panties to the side. he's too desperate to pull them all the way back.
his tongue licks a long strip, shivering in delight as he licks you again. and then he's sucking on your clit so eagerly like a man starved, his own hips grinding into the mattress as he groans into your wet cunt. his hands grab your thighs closer around his face while he continues to lick and suck you. your hand pushing his head deeper into your aching core is all he needs before he holds your legs higher.
his tongue worked you so deliciously bringing you closer, swirling around your bud. he pulls away for a few seconds, sucking the sensitive flesh so lightly and perfectly this time. the heat unravelling on your lower abdomen, the familiar waves of pleasure hitting you. your legs shake and tremble as the orgasm comes slamming down on you. resulting in your hips lifted off the bed and releasing all in his mouth. the mere force of it leaves you panting and breathing deeply while he lightly hums, lapping at your essence. making sure he got every last drop before finally he releases you from his mouth with a soft chuckle and peeks his head back up from the blanket
"g'morning my love"
simon ghost riley ⥠the only man that can have you between the line of pleasure of pain. when you're so overstimulated, tears running down your cheeks at yet another orgasm he's trying to coax your body into having when your nails are clawing into his back, muffled whines in his chest as he continues to angle his hips in deeper. he feignes sympathy, kissing your neck as he shushes your pretty sounds. it's not his fault you just feel so good around his aching cock, you wanna be his little plaything don't you?
so he brings you into a mating press, groaning as the new position allows him to thrust in a little more deeper. his hips are sloppy, his breaths coming out in short burst while he brings the two of you closer to edge of pleasure. you're not sure what you're feeling, everything is swimming in your head and yet he's never felt so good. he coos in amusement, kissing your lips as he holds your waist down while your legs are shaking around him
"c'mon lovie, doing so good for me. just one more for me, yeah? fuck-, such a good girl"
simon ghost riley ⥠who got jealous one night when you were both out having a nice dinner. he saw just how flirty the waiter was and even if you didn't reciprocate any energy back, he still felt the need to make you as his. so he took you by hand and to the nearest bathroom to pound his frustrations into your eager cunt.
he's not usually one to simply have his way with you whenever but tonight was different. every thrust, every spank, all of it hit so different especially when you know the reason why. your hands are clutching the sink as he holds your hips higher, practically growling in your neck when he can feel you tighten.
you're biting your tongue to stop any whimper come out when his every thrust feels like your eyes are going to roll back into your head everytime he hits that special spot within you. he doesn't grant you any mercy, pounding deeper everytime you move. and when you're squirming underneath him, he's already using his knee to separate your legs even more so he can penetrate you deeper
"c'mon let them hear how pretty you sound. let that waiter know exactly who you belong to"
simon ghost riley ⥠who came back from deployment a few days earlier than he thought, so incredibly desperate for you. it'd been too many days, he was going simply stir crazy without your touch. and he practically moaned when he saw you in the blankets, a soft look on your face as you hold him close.
he's so needy tonight, he doesn't even make it out of his boxers as he eagerly bucks into you. soft moans falling from his swollen lips, his hands clenched around you tightly while he's singing your praises.
he was just dry humping you, the only sounds were his soft whines as he came closer to his relief. you opened your legs a little more to help aid him and he could've fallen apart then and there, babbling at how good you feel when his breath hitched. he's close, his arms wrapped around your waist while his face is buried into your neck as his hips continue to rock against yours desperately.
he whimpers when he slowly begins to stop his pants soiled with his release. his breathing is erratic as he mumbles out his apology, still holding your close.
and finally simon ghost riley ⥠who cockwarms you early in the morning, muffling his whines into your neck because you feel so tight and good around him. he resists the urge to eagerly buck his hips into you, not wanting to ruin the moment but you feel so good he can't hold it back.
he loves the closeness the both of you have, his arms encasing you between his warm body as he pushes slowly into you. he stretches you over his cock, mindful not to go too fast for you this early in the morning. you look like an angel under him, he can't help but press a few tender kisses to your face in pure adoration.
there's no rush, the morning is quiet and calm. the sun barely rising over the horizon. he's too sleepy to go any faster, his hips going at a leisurely pace in and out of your walls. he can feel your muscles clenching around him, indicating just how near your climax is. but he doesn't stop even when you've come, still moving his hips into you enjoying how you felt around him.
"t-that's it baby, easy easy-- fuck so good f'me-"
