Miguel rolled his eyes moving his head every other way forbidding you any access to his mouth.
"No. Will you stop! You always do this Y/N. I'm tired of this already." He exclaimed while holding your wrists with his hands pushing them away.
As of right now you both were in the lab you and Miguel shared. This was the place you conducted research for the sake of the spider society and for him. He wasn't a hundred percent healthy as he always proclaim he is.
Miguel has genetically imprinted spiders DNA into his own, so you could say he's a cross breed of a human and spider. More connected to a spider than just being bit by one. And you were his faithful lab partner who helped him suppress his more...animalistic tendencies. So, you created a drug or rather a suppressant that he injects himself with whenever he felt too stressed, or angry or whenever he felt that he was losing his grip on his humanity. Usually when he allowed his emotions to run rampant so did his instincts.
But to create the suppressant you needed his venom and that venom came solely from his fangs. And unfortunately he was always a fighter when it came down to getting his fangs touched, you never really understood why but today he was extra feisty.
That meant that he needed a much higher dosage of the suppressant and that also meant more mouth time.
"Open your mouth dammit Miguel!" You yelled at him while holding a test tube in one hand and small tongs in the other.
Usually he'd let you be but today was just an off day for some strange reason. He was fighting you and holding your wrists away from his face but you fought back pushing and shoving. It became too much just standing at his side that you had to climb on top of him and straddle him as he laid in the dental chair. The only reason why you had one in the lab was because of him! Did he ever thank you? No, he only shrugged it off and rolled his eyes.
What a prick.
"I said no tongs and you brought out the tongs! They feel weird in my mouth so I'm not doing this!" Miguel yelled back surprised that he didn't just lift you up off his lap. Actually, he was surprised you had the boldness to climb on top of him like this.
The tongs were the only thing you could use that didn't bother the sensitivity of his fangs.
"You know why I have to use them!" You practically hiss at him.
He leaned up quickly getting into your face, surprising you," Then use something else." Miguel continued to hold your wrists even when you stopped struggling against him.
He was...so close. You could feel his hot breath fanning your face. Just for a second you felt the urge to lean in but as soon as that feeling came it went.
Clearing your throat you looked away and sighed.
"Fine. The hand it is," Shaking your wrists he got the memo and released them. Bracing your fist on his broad chest you prepared to slide off him but his hands instantly stopped you. A hand on your waist under your lab coat and another on your hip.
You looked at him with wide surprised eyes, yet again surprised by his actions but he looked rather determined to keep you in your place.
"You get off this chair and I'll leave. Stay and take the venom now. I'm busy."
The surprised look quickly morphed into one of annoyance. Tossing your head back you rolled your eyes, maybe avoiding his gaze would lessen the urge to hit him.
Miguel took that opportunity to look at your slender neck. It's been quite a few days since he last took the sedative and during that time his more monstrous traits kicked in. What's more, his more animalistic needs became unhinged.
And right now the one thing he's been craving for, for such a long time was sitting right on top of him, like a fly caught in his web. You were small compared to him, plump in all the right places and soft everywhere else. The prefect prey.
You always caught his eye even when he was just passing by asking for updates on the newest inventions or discoveries that you and his AI made in the multiverse but not a day went by he never thought about you.
His red eyes eyed and watched as you slowly tossed your head forward tossing the tongs to the side. Red eyes trailed down your neck watching your heartbeat through your jugular, trailing that vein down to the flesh of your chest. Those few undone buttons stopping, hiding plump mounds of flesh just waiting for him to grasp and bite.
While you adjusted yourself on his lap you looked back up at him. He seemed so lost in thought starring at your...blouse? Did you have a stain there? You made sure to eat your takeout very carefully. Without looking you simply brushed your hand over the fabric, breaking his trance he shook his head a bit and resting his head back on the headrest.
"Hurry up Y/N." His voice sounded much more hoarse than before. Was he still mad at you? God. He was so annoying!
Rolling your eyes you secretly flipped him off.
"Yes sir, right away sir. Open up and shut up." You hissed at him.
Miguel grumbled but he parted his lips and opened his mouth wide. Instantly his fangs were on full display. They were long, sharp, white and pretty. They were always so pretty.
You had to practically lay on him when he rested back on the headrest. So you both were chest to chest, your hand touching his cheek and the other still holding the test tube. While examining his gums and all of his other teeth, you could feel just how solid his body was.
Strong and powerful between your straddled plush thighs, his chest rose and fell with even breaths. His hand still holding you captive. Like a fly caught in his web. Your thumb brushed along his bottom lip gently tugging it down to the the bottom row of his teeth.
Taking in a breath you tried you control your thoughts. This was a professional setting...sort of?
"Your...Your teeth look very...good Miguel, I'm surprised." You spoke softly, afraid that if you spoke any louder he'd hear exactly how he was making you feel.
"You yelled at me the last time you saw them," Each word he said had the tip of your thumb in his mouth. His mouth was open once more and you saw how wet the tip of your thumb was with his spit.
Fuck.
"I said to shut up." Breathless you licked your own lips and went back to checking his mouth. This was dangerous. You just needed to extract the venom and that was it so why was this taking so long?
You were confused. You always knew he was attractive and you swore you'd never go after a guy as cocky and as sarcastic like him but here you were attracted to him more than ever.
Was sitting on top of him all it took?
Miguel smirked while looking up at you. Your fingers pushed his upper lip up exposing more of those pretty fangs you grew to like. You always thought how they would feel piercing into your flesh, releasing that dangerous venom into your veins; paralyzing you and leaving you at the mercy of-
"Miguel~"
His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you flushed against him and his hand on your hip fell to your bare thigh slipping up under your tight pencil skirt.
The test tube was forgotten and that free hand came and cupped his warm cheek, the other kept his upper lip up. His eyes glowed red when he saw you finally lean forward with parted lips.
Instantly you placed a quick peck on his bottom lip. Your tongue slowly peeking out and licking his bottom lip, slowly and sensually.
Miguel didn't have to say a single thing because both of your bodies were doing most of the talking. He knew this was bound to happen someday. His instincts always went haywire whenever you were in the same room as him. So it only meant one thing.
You both were compatible with one another.
And with compatibility that meant great sex, and when there's great sex there's offspring.
Something inside of him quite enjoyed the thought of getting you knocked up with his kids.
Your tongue distracted his train of thought, it slipped into his mouth gliding over the bottom row of his teeth, over his gums. He groaned softly trying his hardest not to hold you too tight. But he wanted to, so badly to pull your hips flushed together and show you just how much you affected him.
'Miguel, touch me more," You whispered softly, breathlessly.
Without further instruction Miguel tore your skirt with his talons and tossed the torn fabric to the side. He was careful when he went back to grab hold of your thighs, talons lightly scraping against the skin of your thighs.
And all while your tongue was happily diving into his mouth going over every ridge, every tooth and over each his sharp fang that seemed to secrete that venom you always worked with. You guessed they were just as excited as the person who owned them.
You expected yourself to be paralyzed by it the moment you licked it off his fangs but you were perfectly fine.
Actually, you didn't feel a single thing except for a tingle right between your legs. Did his venom have an aphrodisiac affect too?
What an interesting outcome, you'd have to test this again later just to make sure.
Miguel had enough of you giving his fangs all the attention to he pressed his tongue against yours. Happily you licked and you happily indulged in licking every crevice of his mouth.
You felt him bend his legs behind you, his hand other hand sliding down the small of your back. Those sharp talons reached for the thin string of your thong and pulled it to the side.
He exposed your sex, wet and dripping with need. How could you have forgotten how wet you were?
The great vampire Sider- Man groaned as soon as your sex was exposed. Your pheromones' reaching his nose full force.
You pulled back from licking. Strings of saliva falling and breaking apart as he spoke.
"Got all the venom you needed?"
Why was he asking you that, when you clearly weren't collecting any samples.
"Oh please. This isn't the time-"
You tensed up a bit when you felt it. Prodding. It was thick round and sliding up and down between your wet folds. You could hear it, the soft squishy wet sounds one only makes when they're completely aroused and ready to be taken.
And by the feel of it, he was ready for a long session.
"Because I have some more Id like you to...test out for me."
Well, guess Miguel must really like mouths and you just enjoy giving it to him!
WARNINGS: Forced Oral; bondage; hate x love; sadist; threat of using… ALL holes; biting; smut; spit; bubbly spit; juices (: ; GWAK GWAK 3000
This couldn’t go on for much longer could it? He had to get tired at some point right? No man should have such strength or even stamina to keep this up for so long. Yet you always forget he’s not like any man. You lost track of time in this room, wherever this room was.
Tired and overly-sensitive, you bit your lip hard stoping the whimper coming out when you felt the tip of a talon pressing against the very tip of your overly rubbed clit. Your legs quivered and your body jerked from the contact. Torture is what it was yet it felt euphoric.
You were bound to a chair with thick glowing red webs bitting into your sweaty flesh keeping your legs tied, spread and your arms bound behind the chair. It didn’t hurt but it was uncomfortable to stay like this for hours. You weren’t sure how much you could withstand before eventually passing out.
“Enough! Miguel please!” You finally groaned out desperately tossing your head back.
Miguel stood in the darkness of the room, a sole light illuminating you were you sat and he hid his face within the shadows where his bloody red eyes glowed. And those eyes took in your sorry state with a dark satisfaction. And that satisfaction of his left you vulnerable, naked and bare for his dark devices.
He made you into this mess of a woman because he realized this was the best way to shut you up.
Yelling, scolding, trying to go over his authority when he already gave you a direct order. Yet, you betray him with your…free will.
“Look at you, que porquería.” He speaks quietly, cold with mock sweetness.
Miguel may have been close enough to touch you but you still couldn’t see his face. Clearly he was angry no, furious.
“Miguel… I know you’re angry but you don’t have to go—“ Your eyes widen and a shriek left your bruised lips when you felt him pinch your poor rose bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it like a small little bead.
He growled in annoyance bracing a hand on the back of the flimsy chair you were tied to shaking it a bit as he leaned over your face. His brows here angled and furrowed, his eyes lacked that usual sarcastic dull shine. Now they were brimming with a fiery anger that seemed to light them up.
“You! Have pissed me off for the last fucking TIME Y/N.” He sneered down at you, seething in anger as he continued to roll your clit between your forced parted thighs. Your eyes squeezed shut as a breathy moan left you.
You’ve both been at this for hours, and he still hasn’t eased off of you. All because you befriended and defended that kid, Miles. Out of everyone who was there you called Miguel out on his hypocrisy. Putting all the blame from the collider incident on that poor teen all while calling him an anomaly. Yet, he never considered that the only anomaly was that Spot guy.
It turned into a whole argument, things being thrown at one another before he used his superhuman abilities against you forcing you into this room, stripped naked and tied. Of course you fought and bit but he was superior in strength. You were just human with a very big brain.
“I…I get it… but please,” You licked your lips,” Talk. Let’s talk please?” Your voice was hoarse, shaky and breathless.
You’ve begged him to stop countless of times before and each time he dismissed your pleas with the wave of your hand doing as he liked to punish you for your insubordination.
Yet, while you looked so pathetic naked and tied to the chair with with his webs bitting into your plush skin he realized he should have done this much, much sooner. Seeing you unable to move struggling to be freed from his webs stroked a fire within him.
Grabbing your cheeks with the hand he had behind your chair, he squeezes them until your lips are perked, and he looks down at them sneering,” Talk? I’m done talking to you.”
He then smirks and you see a small spark of emotion in his angry red eyes, a hint of lust. He gets closer and brushes his lips against your perked ones, “ Siempre estás hablando.(T:You’re always talking) You’re very lucky I don’t tear these lips of yours off with my teeth.”
Your eyes narrowed slightly at his threat feeling both excitement and arousal spiking slightly. If anyone else was on the receiving end of that threat they’d think he was being serious but you, God, you knew he was bluffing. Those fangs of his were solely for show.
He let your face go instantly making your head swing a bit to the side. Your cheeks hurt where he grabbed and squeezed you.
“Guess…a sorry is in order,” You mumbled with a hint of annoyance.
You look down glancing at your self. Sweaty quivering thighs forced apart and held apart by those glowing webs of his. And a pool of, no doubt, your juices he managed to get out of you dripping over the edge of the chair. This was embarrassing. Humiliating even. Only if you were caught you’d feel humiliated.
If Miles, Gwen or even Hobie saw how pathetic you looked in the hands of Miguel they’d no doubt take pity but you didn’t want that. You were enduring this for their sake.
Were you really? For their sake?
Even if it was for their sake… you still found yourself yearning for more of this…punishment he was bringing down on you.
“ ‘Sorry’ isn’t good enough Y/N. ‘Sorry’ is for when you step on someone’s foot.” He exclaimed coldly while he walked behind you. “This goes beyond sorry. Years beyond a simple apology.”
Raising your head you stared off into the darkness of the room of the room sensing his warmth behind you. His own cool scent of fresh mint, amrboxan amber and cedar wood. The intoxicating concoction of both his smell and sweat were driving you crazy stirring your insides like an aphrodisiac.
Your mind was going in the worst of directions the more you filled your lungs with that smell. All these ‘what if’s’ and scenarios of him and you with sweaty bodies meshed together in unison like a symphony.
Miguel always played you until you were at the peak of your performance. But you knew there could be more, there is more!
You sighed out a response,”Then I take it back, I’m not sorry.”
Defiance is considered open resistance or bold disobedience and it was something Miguel could never let slide. He hated when things didn’t go his way or when people never followed their written roles. And as of right now you weren’t following his regiment.
You could hear his deep sigh of disapproval, his breath falling over the top of your head. His bare hand sliding over your jaw cups your chin and forces your head back roughly. It makes you groan and wince from the force.
Miguel leans in lips brushing against your ear, “Tempting me is a dangerous game, you know that right?”
You roll your eyes as he let you go suddenly. Was he done? Was he satisfied with this punishment? Rolling your head a bit you felt his warmth disappear for a moment but he suddenly came back and your chair was tilted back making you squeal out in surprise.
The control freak tilted your chair back enough where your toes or the chairs front legs weren’t touching the ground. He tilted you back enough so you were crotch height and the top of your head had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting what he truly was hiding behind his blue suit.
“Oops,” He mumbled starring down at you with that unimpressed expression of his. You narrowed your eyes at him. Miguel felt no shame about what he planned on doing next or rather he wouldn’t be feeling bad about it. His thumb hooked around the frontal part of his suit waistband and began to tug it down. Now you began to resist some more when you realized just what he planned on doing.
“M-miguel… you can’t be serious—“ Sucking someone off was not new to you but sucking them off being held upside down like this would definitely be a first.
“Relax. I’m holding the chair,” And to confirm it for you he shook the chair where he held it making you jiggle a bit, “and besides, I think this is the best way to shut you up.”
You and Miguel have never had intercourse or even fooled around before these ‘punishments’ of his began. Was he really doing this to punish you or could he not hold in his own desire anymore? Whichever it was you watched him tug the rest of his suit down revealing himself.
It was long, thick and strong. God he was hard already as if he was waiting for this very moment; his balls heavy, swollen looking hung right above your forehead. You felt your wet cunt throb at the sight. Veins popped up on his pelvis just as thick veins decorated his cock, a very thick one was obviously noticeable on his underside and so was a thick one on his side.
While you gawked at his rod that shadowed over your face he smirked satisfied.
“You have such a big bold mouth. Let’s hope it’s big enough for this,” His voice came out thick and heavy with lust.
Looking up at him fully you licked your swollen lips, “ Then say please,” You looked back at his cock that hovered right above your face.
Miguel tilted his head as he reached for your face, the back of his gloved hand brushing against your cheek before he ran that thumb if his across your upside down swollen lips. By the looks of it, it was going to be a pretty tight fit.
“Say please,” He scoffs slowly sliding his thumb into your mouth. It slid around your bottom teeth feeling up each tooth, rubbing against your gums spreading and smearing your spit to your top teeth.
“Por favor? Déjame usar tu boca.”His voice came out in almost a whisper as he continued to play with your teeth and spit. (T: Please? Let me use your mouth.)
You had no idea what he was doing but hearing him say please in his mother tongue caused you to melt and nod your head without a second thought.
Slowly his thumb came and hooked itself onto your inner cheek pulling the corner of your mouth wider. He scooted forward and the very tip of his bare cock lightly pressing against your upper lip, it couldn’t enter properly because your mouth wasn’t completely wide open.
“Cmon, don’t play with me Y/N” He mumbled quietly in annoyance yet when you looked at him he looked nothing close to annoyed. The poor man looked restless, restrained even. His thumb finally slipped away and went back to caressing your bottom lip.
Oh, so he wanted this just as badly. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of him wanting you and you denying him. Unfortunately, tonight wasn’t the night to deny him flat out. Instead you giggled against his tip.
“Mmmm, what if I bit it?” You looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eye.
He closed his red eyes briefly as if taking a moment to register the many outcomes of you taking a bite out of his cock before opening them staring right at you with his cold glare, “I’ll keep fucking your throat until you choke on both my cock and blood. Then I’ll fuck your other two holes, actually,” The corner of his lip lifted slightly as he looked out toward the bottom half of your naked tied body.
Your smile fell when he glanced right back at you with a heated, toothy mean grin, “All three of your holes, I will fuck until you cry. And even then I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.”
You shouldn’t have believed him. Because it wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be possible… after all three holes? Your mouth which was about to be occupied; your pussy which would happily accept him; your ass which may need some getting used to but it was most than willing. Your third hole… was he referring to…that hole?
It should have disgusted you but for some reason, your body hummed at the thought of him exploiting every inch of you.
“You promise?” Breathless.
“Siempre.”
Your mouth opened and your tongue slid right out, he groaned out and made no hesitation to cradle the back of your neck while slipping his length right into the depths of your wet, hot mouth.
Salty.
Hot.
Hard.
Those were the words you’d describe the feeling of his cock finally sheathing itself into your mouth and his sack falling lightly over your forehead. If you weren’t still tied up you’d more than likely would grip the back of his thighs and force him more into your mouth. But he was in control.
Miguel gripped the chair tighter as he held it still and gingerly held the back of your neck at an angle to force more of his girth into your tight mouth. Right now your lips were already stretching and taking him in very well much to his surprise.
As soon as he felt that resistance he stopped pushing watching you carefully. You weren’t gagging, yet. That wasn’t a good sign. This was a punishment after all, it wouldn’t be fun if he was careful with you. Licking his lips he released a breath.
“You’re not gonna like what I’m about to do,” His thumb lightly ram over the base of your throat.
Your eyes opened and your brows furrowed in confusion. What did ge mean? Tied to a chair with his webs, tilted back and forced to give him a blow job wasn’t all he planned on doing?
Before you could mumble or indicate to him you wanted to speak he let go of the chair only to quickly use that hand to join the other in cupping the back of your neck. The chair tilted further back and you instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, and your mouth tightened a bit around his cock. You thought you were going to fall to the ground and hurt your arms that were tied behind the chair but much to your surprise you did.
Opening your eyes against you peeked or tried to, to see Miguel but instead of seeing his concentrating face you saw his head tilted back and his chest rising and falling a bit quickly.
Miguel groaned out while letting the sweet sensation of your throat suddenly close around what little was in there around him. And your teeth, you bit lightly into him but it felt so… good. Tilting his head back down at you, you saw just how aroused he was.
This man wasn’t even half way down your throat and he already was ready to burst, “You’re… bitting. Bueno. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,”
Oh, you felt a shiver run through you. His voice was dark, breathless and filled with arousal. You’d never heard nor seen him like this in the past.
Suddenly his thumbs cradled the sides of your delicate neck, they only gentleness he’ll show you. His stance changed with legs spread further apart and the distance between your head and his groin grew a bit. You fisted your hands and shut your eyes bracing for impact.
When it came you squealed around him, well tried to. It sounded like you were drowning. His hips came in and out like a piston, forcing the entirety of his long cock down to the back of your throat. You tried to move your head but with his hands holding your neck your movements were limited.
Your body squirmed and jerked as he used your mouth with no concern for your safety. Balls slapping against your nose with each thrust of his hips.
It was maddening. He was going wild.
Furthermore, he was enjoying himself. His expression you could not see but you could hear his groans and hisses through the squelching, ball slapping. It sounded like music to your ears. He was in pleasure after all these years torturing you he was also torturing himself which lead to him finally snapping at you.
All these years and he had to withhold all of these emotions, these trivial feelings that made him want to jump at you every time you opened your mouth and defied him. The first time it happened, he didn’t take pleasure in it. He tested the waters and each and every time you spoke out the ‘punishment’ was more sever each time.
Alas, today was the day of reckoning for him. As much as he gave you, he’ll take back. He’ll rid himself of this silly attraction, this obstacle and shut you up for good. That way you won’t mess with his emotions, his plans, his life.
Groaning he felt you gag around his cock finally. And it made him slow down just to hear you struggle to take him in. Yes, just like this he’ll shut you right up.
Miguel hissed lowly, “ That’s it,” He looked down at where his cock was connected to you seeing the bubbly saliva wrapping around his thick length and your mouth.
“Remember this Y/N. Every time you open your mouth to say anything against me, remember this feeling of you choking on my cock like a virgin,” He spat down you feeling elated.
And you, with bubbly spit falling down your cheeks felt a hunger you’ve never felt before. Your cunt weeped for touch, throbbed to squeeze something that could stretch it but instead all it received was the ghost of him.
You had his fingers knuckle deep driving you towards orgasm after orgasm, taunting you every time you came. He was wicked. Telling you this would only get worse each time she defied him. But for some reason your body moved on its own as if…as if it was calling to him.
With lack of air you tried to fight him, struggle to get at least an ounce of air but your struggle was futile. Eventually he gave you a break suddenly slowing down and coming to a complete stop.
He was breathing heavily above you as he remained still keeping himself balls deep inside your saliva coated mouth. Slowly, he pulled back dragging his sloppy cock out of your mouth.
Once he was out you took in a loud gasp of air coughing a bit as he took a hand back to grip the chair and kept it tilted.
“You…will never go…against my word again. Understand?” He was panting and his cock was visibly throbbing coated in your spit. Miguel was holding back and you weren’t sure why but you weren’t about to find out.
You opened your mouth wide and kept your tongue out as an open invitation for him to continue, to release all of his frustrations onto you or rather in you. His hold tightened on the chair and the back of your neck seeing you willingly wanting to pleasure him.
“Mierda.”(T: Fuck.)
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So I made an AI based off this fic so let me know what you think and please let me know if it’s buggy!
character.ai is bringing to life the science-fiction dream of open-ended conversations and collaborations with computers.
You, a mutant siren, made a deal with the god and king of Talokan. That in use of your body, to be a surrogate, to create an heir, you will be paid in what the world truly wants most. Vibranium. . But you set rules, limits to what was allowed and all those months lead to nothing. An empty womb. And a very angry surrogate. Namor has been nothing but patient but now was the time to exploit your ridiculous rules and claim what he's been fighting for.
He was a king.
And the king longed for you.
-Sorry for the wait!-
There was a reason for Namors new wardrobe change, a long sleeved shirt arms rolled to his elbows, bootcut jeans that hugged his legs very nicely and even shoes or rather boots you never knew the king of the sea owned. There was a lack of jewelry on his person as well, everything was gone except for the septum he had on his nose. You wouldn't dare call him normal looking because you knew what hid underneath. He was anything but a normal guy.
But he did hide his mutations very well. If someone from the outside got to see him they wouldn't think he was the infamous Ku'kul'kan that people throughout history feared and what people today thought was a myth. Honestly, what would people think? What would they say when they saw the myth they've told throughout history was in your home and every other night come to impregnate you because of the deal you both agreed upon. A baby for pure vibranium.
Speaking of the baby, he was here for that reason dressed up like this. He and his other two subordinates agreed that it was more than high time you saw a doctor for that baby. You were supposed to see one sooner than this but Attuma and even Namora assured you that if you were to see a normal doctor they'd pick up that it wasn't just an average baby. In short, what they meant to say was,' That baby you carry is nothing but a mutant. Bred between a powerful siren and an even more powerful god. No one will understand.'
While you thought the pregnancy was going to be normal in itself you found yourself being extra careful with what you ate, what you did and even how you sung. For a siren singing and stretching your vocal cords was a must. Even while pregnant, yes your mother did it, but this wasn't just a sirens baby it was a mutants baby. You didn't know how sensitive it was or even how vulnerable it would be to your songs. You weren't going to risk hurting it.
Or risk losing your income.
Namor helped you back into bed after cleaning you up. You felt like absolute shit. The pregnancy books didn't mention this one bit. God, if this was how you died then this was definitely the worst way to go. Before Namor showed up Namora was the one to tell you that this was just your body's way of trying to share its nutrients with the fetus inside you. And since you didn't get hit with this sooner, it hit you now with full force. Lovely.
"I hate this. I hate you," You mumbled burring yourself under the thick blanket Namor pulled up for you. Of course he didn't take your words to heart and simply sat down by your bedside and waited. Listening to you sniffle and watched you as you rubbed your bare tummy under the protection of the blanket. He never once hear nor had reports of you cursing down at the child that made you feel so sickly like this. And he certainly did not hear you swear your hate towards it. Everything that he saw, heard and noticed was that you took care to protect the very being you will never even see at birth because he will make sure you will never see it, as per the clause in your agreement.
This 'hate' you had for him, he knew was just a small burst of your emotions. That it too shall pass. As sickly as you were he didn't engage nor indulged in it. Namora warned him about moments like these, woman in general were emotional beings and even more so when with child. But a siren, a creature who allured men and lured them to their deaths, who protected woman, children, infants...you'd be more exploited to your emotions.
You were with child and already protective of it. He feared that one day you wouldn't walk away as per your agreement, that you'd show him your teeth and claws ready to fight for something you never wanted. Something deep, deep down inside him hoped you did something so then he'd take the both of you back to Talokan and hopefully the two of you or rather the three of you could live in peace. But the agreement weighed heavily in his chest.
You knew nothing of this inner turmoil raging inside him because you tried not to care for it. You had your own inner turmoil to deal with.
"Once you are better, we'll be going to see a friend who is able to help you through your pregnancy," Slowly he stood from the bed and removing the cap from his head and placing it on the small nightstand where you had a bottle of water and some untouched mangos on a plate.
"She is very skilled in her field and if the child is a mutant she will be better equipped for the birth." Whenever he thought about the new queen of Wakanda only bitter memories came along that remembrance. He had what he most desired, just hair length away from his goal but because he wasn't truly careful. Namor had to swallow his pride and wait for the day the queen called for him and his army. He knew it was going to be a very long wait until he was called to arms and destroy the surface. And until that time came he will have built his legacy. A son or daughter it didn't matter to him what came out of your womb as long as his blood was running through its veins then he will forever be immortal. No one will ever question his power or his standing, Namora nor his people will ever doubt him again.
Whatever he wanted, you didn't care if it was a local doctor who knew about his existence you just wanted to feel better.
You peeked over your blanket at the sea king who continued to remove pieces of his clothing one by one. His shirt was the next to go giving you a view of his torso again. Did he tan? There was absolutely no way he managed to get this golden under water hidden away. He must've sunk to the surface once in a wile when he was getting pale and laid in the sand for a few hours. The image of him coming to the surface to tan made you snicker.
He paused when removing his pants staring back at you. Your eyes beaming with amusement, beaming at him. It made something in his chest ache but he pushed it to the back of his mind and continued to undress.
"What's so funny?" He pushed the clothing to the side and stood tall in his green trunks.
"Do you tan?" You dared ask as he slowly came back to sit by your side, making the bed dip a bit.
"Tan? This is my skin color," Raising a hand he brought it closer to her peeking eyes. Why would she think his skin was amusing?
"I just...thought that maybe you came up once in a while to tan. You know? The sun doesn't reach the inner depths of the ocean Namor," In a sing-like tone you pushed the blanket down revealing just how funny it was to you. The smile you had on your face looked bright, big and your cheeks were damn near about to split. And Namor found himself holding back his own smile of amusement.
"So...do you come here to tan?"
"I'm just tan-"
You laughed. "I didn't ask that! I asked, listen, I asked you if you tanned here on the surface to be that golden."
You had to bite your inner cheek because Namor was giving you this dirty look you didn't think he was capable of giving while holding back his smile.
Why did you find this so amusing was beyond him but the expression you wore and the things you were saying was too much even for him.
"Do you just float on your back or do you come onto the sand lay out a beach towel and have Attuma fan you with a palm leaf?" The snicker that left the both of you and Namor was surprising but it was a truly welcoming open door. He hid his smile behind his other hand looking away to compose himself and the other you took and sat straighter upon your pillows.
Once the fit of snickers and giggles and jokes from you stopped you both looked at each other with an unearthed emotion that the both of you wished never surfaced. Longing.
A desire to have and to yearn for something or someone. It was a need for someone and that someone for you was Namor. It was strange because no man made you feel like you were fragile like he did. Even before you got knocked up he was as gentle as he could be when speaking or even embracing you, he treated you like a prized woman. Not some dancing and singing harlot he could pay and pretend to be a man for. Despite the circumstances you both put yourselves in there was evidence that the longing the two of you had for one another was steadily growing in the pit of your womb.
Unknown to him, he too longed for the deadly woman, you, who held his hand so innocently. As if you were unknown to the many lives that hand took or how many times he imagined caressing your body with that hand. It may have been one night but that night was a gateway you both opened and it will never close again.
But perhaps that night can happen again? Not now of course but when you were better, not sick like this. He'll convince you then. Because he now knew your body, truly knew it. And he would use that to have you again and again until the child that was promised was born. Then you would disappear. Before that happens he'll have his fill.
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That morning, after that moment you shared, he came into bed with you. Not for sex but to lay and comfort you. The sick mother of his child. A mother. Were you considered a mother? After all you were pregnant. It still counts, right? Your hand traveled down your naked torso and stopped at the tiny hard bump in your lower abdomen. It was barely there but it was making its presence known. It was... a good feeling. Namor was laying on his side already asleep, or so you thought with the way his shoulders were steadily rising and falling. He did say he was just there to watch over you and help you if you felt sick again.
You didn't really need his help but just to have someone other than an unresponsive belly to talk to was comforting enough. Talking to your belly, was that normal? You never really had to carry another being inside you before nor did anyone prepare you for it. Running a hand over that tiny bump again you stilled over it. Was it normal to feel this longing for a small thing to come out? Or to long for its dad?
You dared rest your forehead against the middle of his broad back looking down at your belly beneath the blanket. A small thing like this will soon grow bigger and bigger until one day it'll be out and about crying out and leaving her for good. Like you both agreed to, this child will never see you nor acknowledge you as its mother. It'll never know you.
You'd be lying if you said it left you feelin a bit empty inside. Never to see the product of you and Namor again; never seeing Namor again. He was one of the only men who sought after your very body but for an entirely different reason. And even after he successfully took your body he remained by your side. An interesting man.
An interesting man who you shouldn't be with. He was dangerous.
Your face fell into a frown at the thought. No man has ever shared your bed this way. No man was ever allowed to touch you in the way a woman was meant to be touched, in a deeper, more permanent way that was something other than sexual. You were a siren, free of the rules of men and even the love of men. Unable to settle or nest because you were taught never to do it. Your wants and dreams were what mattered.
You were loved by one person and that was your mother. And even before she passed she made you swear never to get caught up with a baby or a man but here you were with both. She'd be turning in her grave.
Now you didn't know what to do as Namor slept by your side. You felt lost, and without the knowledge on how to get back to the right path. Was this a good idea?
If you were honest with yourself, you knew you didn't want him to ever go. But as always, you had to remain unattached. Or at the very least try.
The smell of him filled your nose as the sight of him filled your eyes, just a his body filled your own. He was taking in soft breaths filling the room with his breathing. Just as his child was inside your body filling and growing more each day. How was he filling up every area of your life? How were you able to rebel against him so much? To be selfish was better.
You reached for his tanned broad back refusing to acknowledge that your naked body was slowly molding against his back. To be selfish meant a life without ties, without a deal you both agreed upon, and it was so much better than what you'd seen others go through in their pursuits for love, affection, and a family life. Even Namor, the deadly sea king, Ku'kul'kan the feathered serpent god, an unstoppable man, had not been safe from the feelings of love and obligation. An obligation to strengthen his people and reassure that he would be forever. His reign even if he perishes will be forever. Yet, how culd a woman like you, remained unavailable to emotions that even a man such as Namor had allowed for himself?
To be selfish had to be better than to love. To stay unattached, had to be less troubling than to be tied down. By anyone. Words from a mother who loathed her daughter. And you stood by them.
When you were close you pressed your face into his back, felt his skin on yours, breathed in his scent and experienced the vibrations deep inside his body from the soft sounds he made as he slept. It was still early in the morning so the both of you were no doubt were tired. You from vomiting and heaving all night and early morning. Him from planning, negotiating and somewhat pleading for his child and its mother.
And for once you didn't rebel against your own thoughts with actions. Even when the soft snoring stopped, you didn't move away.
It was better to be selfish.
Namors eyes slowly opened and his body remained still. Your touch eased him out of sleep, a sleep he'd been a little surprised he'd fallen into after comforting you. Starring at the barely risen sun through the glass sliding doors, he accepted the reality that you were up against his back, almost as if you were a kitten who wanted to be petted. It was such a strange act coming from you, that it was hard to pull away.
"Y/N," he said your name softly still laced with sleep and deep.
You wanted to lift your arm, and pull him close. You wanted to adjust the sheets so your legs were flushed against each other and you wanted to feel his body naked against your own. But you didn't do it, because you...couldn't. You pride yourself with how you lived and how you stuck to your rules like glue. You prided yourself for the trait. But at what cost?
Remaining still and feeling the tiny bump of your belly against his back, Namor asked," What are you doing?"
Right now, you didn't know nor could you give him answer because it your emotions guiding your limbs. You were stuck in a strange place, that place that you dared not step foot in. A place where you questioned, and wondered about other things that were different from what you were taught.
"Do you ever wish that...for one night, even just one hour, that you could be someone else? Someone different?"
His mind raced, trying to decipher what you meant. But your mind had always been somewhat difficult to pinpoint because you were so unique. And now, you were completely different from your day to day self, even with him it was hard to figure out. "What do you mean?"
You bit your lip and thought it over. "I...don't know. Everything is different to what I am. Even when seeing people who aren't the same as me, having a child, a man, a functioning family, I can't understand it...I don't know how to change. I don't think I can alter."
The sea king drew his brows together and wondered if this was the same woman who he choose to impregnate. " Change is not always granted to us because we simply want it. At most, change is thrust upon us when we are not ready for it."
"Change is impossible." You muttered. You were a woman who changed everything constantly. But the one thing you could never change was yourself.
Namor didn't know where to begin with all of this you were spewing at him. He took the necessary steps to be here. Even with the war with Wakanda, taking the previous monarchs life, he will not regret it because it lead him to his siren, his surrogate. But if he could alter a few things he would. If it were ever possible to become a different person even if it was for one messily hour then he would not be a man of vengeance. He would make it go away.
For one hour, one night or da, he would make it all go away.
You pulled away from him the, turning to your other side and giving him your back as he'd done with you. Your hair felt poufy against the pillow, so wavy and uncombed from her time holding it up from vomiting and from tossing all night. But it was the least of your worries. The bigger thing to worry about was that Namor had turned over as well, your positions now reversed.
And you still couldn't shake yourself out of this weird funk that had pulled you in deep.
"Who do you want to be Y/N?"
Your little home was homey, clean now after you found out you were pregnant. Usually it was so unkept with clothes tossed about the floor, shoes, bras, dancing outfits, it was always a mess. But now it looked clean. But you found that it wasn't enough. You starred at the closed bathroom door," I was taught to stay free. Never to be caught up with affairs of a normal life because a normal life wasn't meant for someone like me. I stayed free, running all these years. I never once stopped,"
Something dark came upon Namor at the mention of her mother. Everything you were told and taught was from a woman who's husband left her to be with a normal human woman. What he took from your stories of your childhood and the lessons of your mother was that she loathed you, she hated that you had inherited her power and she could no longer keep your father entranced to stay with her. If you were a man, there would have been no issue.
These lessons were that from a jealous woman.
"What does your mother say that would hinder you? Trap you?"
You didn't hesitate to answer him because it was one of the lessons that she bore into you since the moment you could walk." Love. Love is...only meant for certain people, and shouldn't be taken lightly, or given away freely. Because then your freedom would be taken away," You hesitate a bit before continuing. "Sometimes certain people you can love are so few. So, one person is enough...they have to be. They won't tie you down or trap you." Did you sound silly? If you did, you didn't care. You were in this void, so you would use it to talk about things you'd never talk about with another person before.
"I can't...I can't connect to anyone. There's no room, no time, no effort."
Namor looked at your hair, cascading in waves against the pillow. Your skin looked darker against your baby blue sheets," Do you wish to be someone to connect to others?"
"No. But sometimes I wonder what it's like." Whether it was the truth or a lie you immediately responded.
He lifted a hand, ran it over the exposed skin of you shoulder and down the length of your arm pushing the blanket down with it." That is a feeling that can kill someone. Perhaps it's better that you don't know what it feels like."
You stayed still while he felt down your side, exposing your naked body. What was he trying do? This wasn't what you both agreed upon. You were already pregnant so there was nothing to gain from being intimate again.
"What are you doing?" Now it was your turn to ask him.
Namor said nothing as he continued to slide his hand further down past your hip and to your thigh. While you were feeling better already, you felt a fire start to ignite in the pit of your stomach. His hand went back up to your hip and stayed there, then he decided to scoot closer to your back moving the blanket back over the both of you so your bodies were meshed together. Meaning, what you so desperately wanted to do earlier when pressed against his back he did to you.
He slid one of his legs in-between the two of yours and spooned you. If it was just for one night, one day, or even one hour he will pretend. Pretend that the both of you deserved to feel that you both belonged, you both were accepted that the feelings between the two of you were answered. It was the least he could do.
As much as you wanted to say this was an expected outcome, it wasn't. This conversation shouldn't have happened, but it did. He shouldn't have stayed to comfort you after watching you throw up the contents of yesterdays dinner, but he did. You both shouldn't be laying in bed like two couples making up for lost time, but you were. And now you realized that this, his touch, his warm embrace were the things you missed. You craved it.
That powerful hand slid over the bump of your hip and to the tiny baby bump that held not just his child, but yours. This was what he wanted. An heir to rule his kingdom by his side, with the power of both a god and a powerful siren, unstoppable. But he did want the woman that carried that powerful being, you. He wanted what he knew he could not have and that's what made this transaction between the two of you that much more covetous. You belonged to your rules and he was willing to rip you away from them.
"Let's pretend, for an hour. That you are all that you wish to be and I am all that I wish to be," His lips were on your should in an instant kissing it. "You will be a woman who wants to give love and understand others. I will be the man who receives your love and will help you to understand."
This was a ridiculous way to ask you to sleep with him but it was one that you somewhat understood. Talking was cheap, actions was what got you somewhere. "You want...us to pretend we're...together?"
"No. That's not what I said. Pretend you are a woman who is a woman and I will be a man who is a man. Like that night? I know you remember it as vividly as I do," He spoke lowly trailing his lips up to your ear that was hidden under the tresses of your hair," Pretend. And I'll touch you however you want to be touched Y/N."
There was temptation here and pleasure but there was also another rule breaking. You got the job done so...why again? It wasn't like him to give you yet another opportunity to give in to your wants and needs. Did he miss being intimate with you?
"W-we had one night. A few moments," Words were coming out but it was as if you were on autopilot. The mouth could move all it wanted, a thousand words spoken, but the desires of the body could overpower it all. Like it had previously.
During this time, you nor him realized that you both were resonating with one another. Calling one another from the darkest depths of the sea and now the great serpent answered the sirens call, a life in return for pleasure. And maybe he will take a little more before he was consumed.
Slowly his hand went up, fingertips brushing against your naval, tickling and touching the sirens skin before reaching one of the breasts that his unborn child will never suckle from. You took in a hiss of a breath when he encased it with his hand, thumb brushing against the sensitive little nub. "I'm already pregnant, I don't need this Namor,"
"Say my name." His lips were still whispering by your ear. Somehow he managed to slip his other arm under the pillow you rested your head on and put you in a lazy headlock. His veiny forearm lightly pressed against your neck , the sea king wanted you, and he wanted to take you so you knew just how well he could 'pretend'.
His name wasn't Namor but Ku'kul'kan. And he wanted you to say his true name like that night, you said it over and over again until it sounded like gibberish falling from your lips. Namor found great pleasure when he heard his name sung from your lips like a hymn, a hymn that was meant just for him.
Releasing a soft breath you shook your head. No, this wouldn't be like the last time because the last time you were blinded by lust, greed and overall was just sexually frustrated. You weren't this time. The lust, the hunger was always there and still was but that other feeling you never wanted to feel was nagging at the back of your mind. Longing.
Longing for what could be and what will be. To pretend the bot of you felt the same at least for an hour...an hour should be enough.
"Ku'kul'kan," You whispered softly closing your eyes. You fell back into the headspace of what could be while chanting his name in your sing song voice that lured men to their deaths but for him it just sounded beautiful. It was only for a bit, pretend for a bit.
"Let me touch you mujer fatal,"
"Touch me then, touch me here," You took his hand that played with your breast back down to your pelvis, past the trimmed curls," Here. Touch here."
Without missing a beat he slid his thick fingers through those soft curls at her pelvis and was welcomed by a pooling wet heat. So you were excited. He was gentle in his exploration, caressing, rubbing, tapping and flicking of your clit. Thankfully his leg was keeping your parted because there were a few instances that you wanted to close your legs and mewl out in ecstacy. Namors second exploration of your body lead him a few conclusions, you enjoyed being handled like this barely having any say in how you were positioned. Secondly, this thing the two of you had between the two of you excited you. The pretending wasn't what excited you, it was the relationship you had brewing. Forget the agreement, forget the rules, outside of that you liked that you carried his child and you liked the attention you were receiving from him. He knew deep down in that cold heart of yours that this was what you wanted.
Your soft breaths were what kept him going touching every inch of your cunt before deciding that it was enough, he slipped in two of his digits making you arch. It's been forever since you were touched like this and over a month since he laid hands on you so intimately like this. His hand took your chin and forced your head to tilt to look up at him, and through hazy eyes you saw his bright chocolate eyes that smiled down at you. That feeling came up again like bile at the back of your throat. Longing.
That longing to be normal and have normal feelings for another person, that longing to be one with another and love another. But that feeling, longing, was a feeling you were forbidden to feel. After all, there was no room for it. No room for the effort you had to put in in order to achieve what you most desired and it was to be taken and loved on...but still be free.
You released a quick moan when his fingers found that certain spot that made your toes curling in pleasure. When he heard the moan his chocolate eyes grew sharp when he found the perfect spot to bring you to your end. Faster his fingers went, curling and uncurling inside you flicking that one spot over and over again. Now, you were gripping his wrists for dear life never breaking eye contact even when you breathlessly begged him.
"Don't stop, please don't stop," You whispered craving for more of his touch, accepting it.
Namor grinned, chocolate eyes full of victory. "Did you know Y/N," He began deeply, pressing his mouth to your ear," that when a woman tell as man not to stop, it means he has found the exact rhythm she uses when she pleasures herself?"
He pressed harder, rubbed faster and you all but purr." Don't...stop." You moaned again.
Everything you were doing and saying was maddening. Namor looked down at your mouth again, focused on it and craved it. He eased on the motions of his hand, and knew he needed to take from you now.
Namor leaned in without any hesitation, and kissed her.
There was absolutely nothing soft about it, as their kiss had lacked gentleness as well. The act was only to use, only to take and only to taste. Instantly, your mouths opened against one another, instantly your tongues met. Namor could taste the sweet sin that lured men to you, could taste the desire, and he almost felt the need to pull away. Almost. But your mouth was giving even as you demanded more of him, you sucked his lips before accepting his tongue again.
His hand no longer forced you to keep your head tilted, he eased that hand down to your breast and gave it another squeeze, he couldn't get enough. "It's so good," you whispered between kissing him, your mouth open against his as your tongues met and licked each other," Why is it so good?"
Namor pulled away from your mouth, and your enticing voice, moved to your neck and sucked you there with all the desperate drive of a man with a time limit. His fingers helped you soar to new heights as they maneuvered between your wet folds, his thumb surprised you and rubbed your swollen bud with precise flicks. You hummed deeply while exposing your neck more to feel those lips of his taste your flesh and mark it. It wasn't enough for Namor, he wanted more of you.
Pulling back he gave your neck a lick before finally whispering back," No man will have you like this Y/N, you carry my seed, I will fill you up as many times as I have to, to make you understand."
You were already on the brink, his forefinger and thumb played with your sensitive nipples," It feels 'so good' because you want it to feel good Y/N." Your voice went higher and your body began to tremble. Before you knew it you were crying out with your true voice, the call of the deep, the call of a siren being pleased by the very man who impregnated her.
There was no better feeling to Namor than watching your red lips spill his true name in a song. Your juices spilled from you drenching his hand, as you settled from your high you found the strength to keep your gaze locked on his. While you were panting desperately trying to catch your breath he went on to make you lose it some more when he pulled his soaked fingers from your center and did the one thing you didn't know would turn you on.
He slid those fingers that were soaked in your nectar across his tongue, tasting you. The taste of a fully willing woman tasted explosive on his tongue, it was your taste, the woman who devoured men was being tasted by the man who planned on being devoured by the alluring siren.
Namore continued to taste you off his fingers with an unwavering look that told you to watch him, and to witness just how delicious you were to him if he devoured you. He wondered just how a woman who was normally tough and blithe could look as innocent as you did, an expression that had nothing to do with the words you said during sex or your own actions.
Your face...your face was capable of giving him all he could ask for.
But would he be able to ask from you more than what you've already given? The dreamy look on your face could convince him that you'd say yes to anything he'd ask but he knew better than to push you.
As you basked in the afterglow of a much needed orgasm you couldn't help but caress his forearms, his hands that smoothed over your thighs and belly. Did pretending always feel this nice? Were they truly pretending, right now?
Longing could do a lot to a person. Fix them up to be great and do better.
Or it could break an already fragile relationship into pieces, that could never be put together again.
Mayor Que Usted (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x LatinaFem) (R-RATED) (NO MINORS) PART 3
Hey Sorry it took so long but please enjoy! And yes, there is a part 4 that I am working on as we speak or erm...read?
It took the two of them quite a while to leave the 'safe' and secluded walls of the supply closet. Thankfully, their clothes remained intact minus a few wrinkles, lipstick stains, and scent exchanging. After such a long time without the touch of another she was thankful their little dry romp allowed her that one single orgasm she's been truly needing to keep her from going after whoever she can at the next work function. And Simon, he was just glad he could feel her writhing in pleasure as he brought her to her climax rather quickly.
Amelia sat almost dazed a few days later in her office thinking back to their exchange of heated words. His promise to be better and to be more involved. To say she was excited was an understatement. She was elated.
Her daughter, Ophelia, grew up thinking her father was somehow lost coming back home to them. And Amelia didn't have the heart to tell her that she was the product of lust between two consenting adults.
Firstly, she wouldn't understand. Secondly, who would ever want to hear that from a parent? Amelia sure wouldn't.
Suddenly she was pulled from her thoughts when someone knocked on her office door. Immediately she knew right away who it was because the sudden hush of high pitched giggles was heard very clearly through her office door.
Amelia smiled and stood slowly making her way towards it," Now who could it be knock at my door at this early hour?" Another fit of excited giggles left the culprit.
The daycare had an agreement with the base allowing the children to visit their parent or guardians once a month on Friday's. And only when there aren't missions actively going on or if some teams aren't on their way back in need of assistance.
"You have to open the door and find out mama!" Oh, her sweet accented voice flowed through the door and right into Amelia's heart and she had to clutch her chest with a hand as she reached for her door and pulled it open ready to envelop her daughter into a hug and a kiss on her cheek as per their usual greeting.
But her simile immediately fell when she saw a dark presence behind her little ray of sunshine. Her dark eyes trailed up his bulky figure who's hands were bare on his jean clad hips until their eyes met. The sea of his eyes crashing into her earth. Simon immediately took her breath away with the look he was giving her- he may have hidden his expression behind that stupid painted balaclava mask but his eyes gave her everything. Poor Amelia didn't know if she should be blushing or glaring at him. Because this was not how they were supposed to introduce him to their daughter
This was not what they had agreed on.
"Mama! Mama! I met this man on my way to see you. He said he needed to see you too, so Miss Emily let me take him to you." Ophelia who's voice sounded angelic to Simons ears made him smile under his dark mask hearing how she was so bold and told her mother most of what happened between the two of them. She wasn't afraid of her mothers wrath nor was she intimidated by a scolding she might get. This was definitely his daughter.
Amelia looked down at her and went down into a crouch looking at Ophelia eye to eye with a perfectly arched brow, and took her little pale hands into her larger tan ones. "Mi corazon, I know you mean well and that you were just trying to help but you can't go off with strangers by yourself. Cuantas veces te he dicho esto, hm?"(TL: How many times have I told you this?)
Simo watched the two interacting with one another with a familiarity that he could only dream of having with his child someday. If only he gave himself that chance to feel that instead of witness it like a stranger. He wondered what would happen if he had stayed there in that small house of hers or if he even left something so she could get in contact with him. But the more 'ifs' that popped up the more 'shouldn'ts' came up. No one should have known who she was, or even know she had Ophelia. Simon 'Ghost' Riley had too many enemy's to count and if they ever found out he had a family...no. This was the best outcome.
"Pero mami. Parecia que necesitaba ayuda," (TL: But mami. He looked like he needed help.) Ophelia responded back to her in almost a whiny tone while she tilted her head to the side. Simon saw the small pout on her lips. Though despite the whininess tugging at his heart he was actually quite impressed that she spoke Spanish and English very well for her age. He had a feeling she knew the language because he noticed an accent with some of the words she said on their way here.
Still holding onto her daughters tiny hands she stood back up and confidently looked straight into the deep sea eyes of the father of her daughter. And their daughter looked back at him with that same pout.
" Alright then. Thank you, Simon for escorting Ophelia here. And," She looked down at her daughter a small smile tugging at the corners of her painted lips," thank you, Ophelia for escorting Simon here."
Immediately the small pout was gone replaced by a goofy smile revealing her missing front teeth," You're very welcome mami!"
Amelia then ushered Opehlia into her office and told her to stay put while she 'assisted' her 'patient'. Ophelia was such a well mannered girl that she understood her mothers line of work, she helped people at all hours of the day even when they were at home her mother would sometimes get calls from patients. Only if they were really sick. So she didn't make a fuss and happily went into her mother office in search for her coloring book her mother would keep in there.
Amelia crossed her arms and stood in front of the door narrowing her eyes at Simon who mirrored her actions." Explain, now."
Her tone left no room for side chatter or even a proper greeting. Releasing a tensed sigh Simon looked towards both ends of the hallway making sure the coast was clear before starting from the very beginning.
-Few minutes earlier-
Simon was on his way to the doctors office wanting to continue their conversation about meeting Ophelia, his daughter. At first he was hesitant because he never pictured himself as father material or even raising a child but again, he didn't have the honor to raise Ophelia with the woman he could barely forget.
Rinsing off and pulling on a fresh black long sleeved shirt pushing the sleeves up a bit revealing some of his tattoo. Usually he wouldn't bother revealing anything of his skin until he was in the privacy of his team or on his own but seeing Amelias reaction to his tatted arm always brought a sort of satisfaction to him.
Back in her tiny room where they both laid naked under the thin floral sheet she'd trace the lines of her tattoo asking to many questions. All of which he answered. Maybe that's what caught the young girls eye when they crossed paths in the hall way.
He just left the training room after dismissing both Gaz and Soap heading in the direction of the medical bay here on base. And Soap snickered seeing his superior making a beeline to no doubt see the esteemed heartthrob of a doctor. It didn't take long for Johnny to connect some of the dots. Hells, LT was making it pretty obvious that he had a thing for the doctor. But what else connected the two that had them so involved but so far from another, he wouldn't know. But he did have a feeling that the doctors daughter was the key to all of this. For now though, he'll let Ghost enjoy it.
Ophelia was on her way towards her mothers office when she saw him and the first thing that came to mind was the sheer size of him then the heavy lines he had that somehow were left uncolored on his arm. The mask she can get over because there was another man that she saw once wearing a similar one. Or was it the same guy?
The man in question who looked like a giant fluffy bear seemed to be getting closer and closer to them but he didn't seem to see her. And she did not like not being acknowledged so when he walked by her and her teacher Miss Emily she called out to the giant bear of a man.
"Excuse me, mister!" Her sweet voice called out to him and Simon somehow, needed to stop.
He did and he turned to look back to the person who called to him. Immediately his eyes landed on a petite blonde who looked very apologetic. "I-I'm sorry sir. We're just from the daycare-"
"Daycare? Here? Why?" His voice was cold, intimidating.
Why would the daycare personnel ever come here? Were they letting just anyone on base? Were they a museum now? Simon took a step forward ready to interrogate the young pale woman but he heard that child's voice again.
"Don't be rude. She's taking me to see my mom." There goes that sass again. And why did it sound so familiar?
Glancing down at the tiny figure next to the woman Simon felt his eyes widen a fraction. Standing there with her tiny hands on her hips with a brow raised was Ophelia, the estranged daughter he never knew about until a month or so ago. Seeing her in the flesh now giving him sass that reminded him of her mother.
"And who are you here to see, exactly?" He crossed his arms over his chest and spreading he legs further apart as if trying to intimidate the little girl but what he didn't know was that her mother taught better than to be intimidated by any man. Especially big burly men like him.
"Doctor Amelia Cruz," She mimicked the man in front of her crossing arms over her her plaid overall dress even moving her head a bit with each word that left her lips. "She's my mom."
Her hair was that of a similar color to his own but darker, probably due to the hair product used to keep her baby hairs down. Her skin was without blemish, pale, just like him with a light coat of freckles going across the bridge of her nose. And her eyes, the same color as his own but except hers were filled with life, more so than his.
While he saw much of the world and knew the bad that was in it causing the light to dull in his eyes; she just barely knew of it. And he would do all that it took to hide all of the dangerous things that would dare cause her light to go out.
Simon will kill for her. Overall, Ophelia looked exactly like her picture. And acted exactly as he thought she would act. She was raised by a single mother thus far and she did more than a wonderful job at it. Hell, Amelia was so very talented that she caught the eye of the government and offered her more than he thought was possible. She could have gone anywhere but she remained here to where she could easily get to her daughter if need be.
When Simon had some free time he pulled some strings to get her file or rather her information when they reunited in the med bay. She was clean. No criminal record, no misdemeanor's. She didn't have a single ticket and her credit score was through the roof. Better than half of the population.
"Hm. So you're the doctors daughter. Perfect. I'll escort you. Turns out I'm going to see her as well."
The little girl didn't seem bothered by his questioning nor did she mind him escorting her to see her mother. This building was huge and as scary as it was her teacher Miss Emily certainly made it even more so by how intimidated she became when entering this place. So having a big scary looking guy like him walk her to her moms office did feel like she had an unlimited hall pass.
And on they went. Simon apologized to the teacher quick and curt that almost came off as rude and very dismissive. Miss Emily was too stunned to even respond and simply pushed Ophelia forward to the giant masked man and went on her way.
Ophelia did most of the talking between the two like a five year old would, she went into such detail she had Simon impressed with how expressive she was, and how she paid attention to every bit of detail.
She must've gotten that from him. That made him feel...proud.
"What's your name?" She asked while reaching for his large hand.
"Simon." He placed a finger to his covered lips," Keep it a secret, yeah?"
And he gently took the little girls hand in his enveloping it in a fatherly warmth.
Of course he asked her questions about her life, about what she enjoyed and her favorite things to do trying to get to know her as much as possible before her mother hid her away again.
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Amelia stood there with her mouth slightly opened and a 'I can't believe this' look on her face while Simon finished telling her about the conversation their daughter had with him on their way here. But one thing stuck out to her.
"You're such.. I don't even know what to call you right now. I agreed to keep Ophelia's identity a secret because you asked me to Simon and I was very careful-" Simon gave her a look with is eyes that made her roll hers. Amelia was careful, but her careful allowed him to find out." Okay. I was careful. The least you can do now, is not bring any kind of light to her if you don't want anyone to know," she pointed a finger at him, "Per your request."
Her voice was low enough that only Simon could hear and if he didn't he read her lips well enough to understand. Amelia purposed an idea to him that day in the training room where he was allowed to see Ophelia when and only when Amelia spoke to her about the father figure the young girl sometimes asked about. And thus far, Amelia hasn't brought it up to the girl. It was going to be sudden and quite frankly she wasn't sure how it would all play out.
Amelia hasn't seen Simons face and to say that a masked man was her dad would make her look crazy. She did tell Simon her concern and he suggested a neutral place to meet up, somewhere far from town just in case someone were to recognize him but Amelia shut that idea down. If his life was such a secret why did he spend any time with her that day on the island?
Whatever the answer was she didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that her daughter was at arms length and her father solely wanted to hide her away along with Amelia. As if tensions were high enough between them in private it was pretty noticeable in public too. She noticed the way a certain 'Soap' keeping an eye on her and on Simon.
"Amelia," He said her name in a low warning tone. One he used before when he forced her to tell him the truth and she immediately rolled her eyes breaking eye contact with him looking off to the side. She was silently trying to dismiss the warning not wanting things to escalate because she was more than ready for things to escalate.
It wasn't like he was hiding his daughter because he wanted to. He explained to Amelia after their little half-quickie in the supply closet that he had enemies. Enemies that have stepped into his home, knew his name and would no doubt use whatever they could to bring him down, even if it meant killing his child and the mother of his child.
The thought itself brought anger forth and uncertainty. Anger, because imagining someone touching a single hair on any of his girl's hair made his blood boil. Uncertainty, because he didn't know what the future may hold if they are revealed. He can't stop the future danger but he can do his best to prevent it all together. Simon wasn't prepared for his heart to be ripped out of his chest like that. Not when he just gotten both the woman and the child. He'd fucking kill anyone and everyone involved with his girls.
"I know what I said doctor. And I still stand by it but," He glanced back over Amelia's shoulder to the closed door his daughter was hidden behind. " As soon as I saw her I couldn't stay away."
Looking right back down at her he took in the way her red lips turned up a bit in a kind knowing smile and her dark chocolate eyes that seemed to liquify and warm him right up, surprised him. She always was on the defensive from the moment they met, especially after he found out about what she was trying to hide from him. She spiked up her defenses after leaving herself bare for him and he simply walked away from it. Hell, he'd build as many walls as possible to keep the opposing party out. But luckily for him Amelia wasn't like him.
"What?" He asked narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"You already feel that fatherly connection with her. Dito Simon I'm so happy for you!" Her voice was low but she sounded like she was congratulating a friend on their achievement and he didn't like that. At all. Especially when she and him were definitely not friends. He fucked her brains out and got her pregnant. He was at least her...dare he fucking think it?
"First," He leaned down glancing down the end of the hallway making sure the coast was clear before he moved freely. He brought his hand up brushing her tanned cheek with the back of his knuckles, " Don't you ever speak to me in that tone of voice. I'm no friend of yours."
Amelia who was just trying to be kind and supportive of the father of her daughter found herself locking eyes with him the moment he touched her cheek. Immediately she felt that familiar knot start to pull down in her center. What was he trying to do? Intimidate her? Or turn her on? Whatever it was they couldn't do anything about it here. Their daughter was in the office behind her.
She licked her lips out of nervousness and spoke in a hushed voice. "Then what are you?"
Simon was no stranger to temptation or even seduction. He can withhold himself from it as many times as needed to get his job done but Amelia had this way about her that triggered this dark need within him, and he couldn't say no.
That's why his kid was behind the door she was blocking.
Leaning further down until his covered lips were only but a hair away form her lips he spoke firmly and clearly.
"I'm the one who impregnated you and gave you that sweet girl in there behind you."
"Hm. Anyone could have given her to me. Try again." Feisty.
"Want me to fuck you again and test that out?"
Their eyes never broke apart but Amelia's certainly went wide. She was actually shocked hearing his words so heated and full of promise despite their interaction to be playful. Simons eyes narrowed some and closed the gap between their lips. It was meant as a soft peck through the mask but Amelia closed her eyes and parted her lips just a bit to reciprocate an open mouthed peck.
"Be a father to Ophelia first before you become my man. Then we can talk about expanding." She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Not a sinister smile or baby trapping the man but a genuine one.
She wanted to be with Simon despite not knowing what he may have looked like beneath his mask. Pulling away he stood straight and squared his shoulders already feeling a new kind of confidence surface.
Amelia took note and snicked when she turned around to open the door but not before she felt a hand pat her rear. She stopped and looked back at Simon with a 'What the fuck are you doing?' look which he shrugged and pointed to the door.
"Go on doctor."
She sucked her teeth and pushed the door open.
Ophelia was currently sitting behind her mothers desk with different color crayons scattered around other paperwork Amelia was working on. And mother hen quickly went over to clean the mess while scolding the daughter in her native tongue.
Simon watched while closing the door behind him a small smile forming on his hidden lips. What he wouldn't give to be there from the very start.
To see Amelia pregnant and swollen with is seed, to help her throughout her pregnancy. He had always dreamed of having a wife and a few little ones when he could but the older he got the more he realized his dream of becoming a father were slim to none. And when that opportunity came he fucked it up.
Now he was watching his own daughter who was more than likely four or five arguing with her mother who seemed annoyed at this point. Maybe he should step in? Afterall he did come here for a purpose.
Stepping towards the duo he cleared his throat placing his hands on his hips. Both stopped and looked over at the masked man standing as if he had any kind of authority in this room. Amelia finished packed most of the crayons that were scattered around her desk and placed the box back inside one the drawers.
"Ophelia, I have something to tell you mi amor."
Amelia walked over to Simon and stood next to him while facing their daughter who sat behind the desk with that sweet innocence of a child. This wasn't going to be easy especially not for Amelia. Ever since Ophelia was young she would always tell her the story of the father she never met.
How sweet the man could be, how he radiated authority. He loved traveling to many different places. And the stories Simon told her she would tell Ophelia. And through that Ophelia wanted to travel too. Said she would one day grow up and travel just like her dad. Yet every time Ophelia would ask what he looked like Amelia would immediately state that she looked just like her father and then tell her about the scar he had. The only thing she remembered when she touched his face that night.
The silence was heavy and Amelia found that she couldn't do it. Simon glanced at her taking note how her eyes glossed over and how she tried to swallow whatever was in her throat. He'd never seen her like this before.
Simon took the initiative and took that weight off her shoulders. He moved forward and stood in front of the desk, before his daughter and revealed the secret that had been killing both him and her mother.
"Ophelia I'm-"
"My dad."
Simon blinked. He wasn't sure if he could be surprised again in his life but here he was. Surprised. Her little response came in way too quick.
Amelia slowly walked over to the desk just as shocked because there was never an instance when she told her that Simon, this hulking male was her father nor has she ever pointed it out to her.
"Ophelia...h-how did you?" Amelia stood beside her placing a hand on the back of her chair.
Ophelia just shrugged her shoulders childlike as she fiddled with her fingers, she always did that when she was nervous.
"Well... I remember when you told me stories of my dad and... when we came here I heard you talking to abuela saying you saw my father," She looked guilty when she looked up at her mother. She knew she wasn't supposed to listen in on adult conversations but her mother wasn't just any adult, she was her mother and her abuela was her abuela!
Ophelia started to twist her fingers," And I saw him with a skull and when I went to talk to him he said he was going to meet you mama. And he's really nice! Just like you sad! And he's British!"
Simon crossed his arms over his chest looking at Amelia as well. So, she would tell their daughter about him? He had to admit it made him feel all warm inside knowing she never gave up on him. Even if they never have met again Ophelia would have some sort of description of who he was.
"Oh, Ophelia mamita don't worry I'm not upset," Amelia took the girl int her arms lifting her up off the chair and making her way over to where Simon stood. Amelia kissed Ophelia's head before looking at the big bulk mass of a man with a smile.
"Well, cats outta the bag Simon."
Simon looked at Ophelia and gave a nod of his head while reaching out hesitantly and caressed her warm soft cheek with the back of his finger. She was so small her little head fit completely in his hand.
"Sorry it took so long to introduce myself," Both father and daughter looked into each others matching colored eyes. As if silently speaking to one another. She knew none of this was his fault and his job was very important that's why he was never there with her and her mom.
"It took you forever." Ophelia reach out and grabbed his hand held it and Amelia simply smiled at their daughter.
There was nothing in this world that could tear this moment apart. He finally, finally met his daughter as her father and he wasn't rejected. Simon feared the day he'd meet her and she would immediately cry, demand her mother take her away or even shun him. Could little girls even shun someone?
But there was one little secret he and his daughter knew that Amelia will never find out. Well, not yet anyways.
After their little reunion Simon was called back to his post, overseeing some intel Price wanted his to look over for their next big mission. Ophelia laid on her tummy coloring in her coloring book on the floor while her mother took in calls and prepared paperwork for surgery that was coming up for a wounded soldier who was doing some intel work but was caught. So they severed a limb trying to shoot and kill him.
"You know mommy, dad is really handsome."
"What makes you say that?" Amelia was surprised she started using the name for Simon. But she wasn't going to stop her. The girl had every right to call him whatever she wanted.
"Hm. Just a feeling."
Ophelia did in fact get a look of Simons face when they were making their way here. She asked him if his face was ugly and that's why he wore the mask. He was amused by her question and hid her in a corner and crouched. Simon made sure that the cameras didn't see a lick of his face when he lifted it up enough to reveal his features. He was not ugly. The giant of a man was actually very handsome!
And Ophelia took it all in. She already had a hunch that this man may have been her father because of the skull painted on his mask but the scar on his cheek confirmed her suspicions. Her mother would try and describe her father to the best of her abilities but never really gave her a full description of him. But what stuck out was the prominent scar he had on his cheek that went below the left eye down over his cheek and ended above his jaw. It looked like someone was trying to scoop out his face.
This man, was her father. Is her father. There was a rush of emotions coming through her little body. Excitement, shock, sadness and most of all fondness. Finally she could put a face to the man she one day dreamed of meeting. Maybe now that she found him her mom won't look sad anymore when she asked about him.
"You have a booboo," She lightly traced the scar under his eye being very careful not to press incase it still hurt him.
Simon smiled, his face wasn't used to smiling so it felt strange. " Just a small one."
As soon as he slipped the mask back in place he held her hand again leading her towards her mothers office, "You should show off your face more. You'll get married if you do."
So, I have a new obsession! This guy has been on my FYP on TikTok and I just…the brain juices are flowing. Reminds me of Ghost if he were to be a true person lol😂
Careless Whispers In The Dark (Capt.Price x LatinaFemReader) (Rated-R) (NO MINORS)(OneShot)
Alllllrriiigghhttt. I dipped my hand into the forbidden Kool Aid and now I must share! Just a simple ONESHOT with Capt. John Price! I hope this gets lots of likes because I tried my best TvT
Parings: You X Price
Warnings: Smut; P in V; cigar inserted into places; baby making talk; Spanish words; Dom Price; PAPI CHULO
While working one night you had the privilege of serving John Price and company. At the end of the night one thing lead to another and you found the Captain enticing. He made arrangements with you to see you often before he deployed. You agreed and for a year you realized you caught feelings and fell HARD but grew so tired of always waiting on him, waiting just to be satisfied and discarded the next morning. This would be the LAST time. Though Price had a secret of his own he wasn't willing to tell you, he watched your every move even if he wasn't on the same continent you were on, no he wouldn't tell you. He'd take you until all you thought about was him, until that sweet name you called him for the first time falls from your sweet lips.
Papi.
ENJOY
The night was still young and there was so much to do before the sun rose and he disappeared again into the cold harsh embrace of his duties again. The tasks he was given were laid on thickly making sure that this line he dared to cross would only happen under the radar when he was given permission to leave the base for some R&R. It was sad to say that this was the only time he had made for you but the older gent had responsibilities that far outweighed his feelings and even you. It was more than any average man could handle.
Lets be honest, Price was no average man.
Your breaths came out rough and hard against the flimsy mattress; hands bound together by the soft scarf you wore on the ride over here. Now, it wasn't so soft with how tightly they were bound around your delicate wrists. Price made sure you wouldn't break free so he secured your tied wrists to the metal framed headboard. It went like this every time you met up with Price, right before he'd deployed or disappeared again to God only knows where and you really didn't care. At first, it was all vanilla without the aftercare. just a small nod from him and a, ' Are you okay?' Then you both went your separate ways. But gradually it became more enticing, more than the vanilla your boyfriends enjoyed and you thought John would, but he surprised you. Now it wasn't any different you both took.
All you cared about was getting your fix and merrily skipping back home and back to your boring life as a part-time student and working at your local pub.
But for some strange reason, every time he called it pushed you to go further with him. You always agreed to meet in the shittiest motels, the furthest ones from civilization and ones with no exit. You were going to finally tell him 'NO' but he didn't give you time to fight. He hung up before you could mutter a single word besides 'Hello?'
Though, he did seem more on edge than usual during the call and when you met him after months he seemed more...colder than usual. More dark, and this was what made you visibly gulp, he wasn't smoking his cigar. He always had it prodding out the corner of his mouth.
He remained silent during your interactions in the crappy looking lobby, the poor desk boy looked scared shitless. And all the way up to the room he didn't engage in any conversation. Most certainly you weren't going to either.
'How's school going?'
'Did you find the place alright?'
Not a single word this time. You're not gonna lie, it scared you too. Finally, behind closed doors you began to pester him, asking what in God's name was wrong with him, and why was he being so eerie quiet? You asked him several times while he removed things from his pockets, he finally grew annoyed and spoke, he expected you to do as he said within the next thirty seconds or you'd never see him again. How cold.
But you listened and did as he commanded. You weren't going to let him go that easily, he knew your body too well and knew how to play it like a fiddle.
Now, you were kneeled bent over on the bed with your arms tied to the metal bedframe with a shirtless Price taunting your wet cunt between your legs with everything but his fingers. He never teased you this much as he was teasing you now, did he miss you?
"Seems to me, you've missed our little sessions," His rough deep and gravely voice made you arch your back. You felt guilty for enjoying how cold and distant he was being. And he seemed to enjoy it too because he brought a calloused hand down to your bare hip and slowly, almost tasting it over the mounds of your cherry red ass cheeks. It stung to feel it against the hot heat of your spanked flesh.
"Mmmhm-"
Then like a ghost moved his fingertips over your hip to your lower back and followed it up the curve of your spine and back down just as slowly. His touched was like lava against your sweaty cool skin making you yearn for it to col the rest of you off. You closed your eyes relishing it praying your body would remember it, wanting it to burn into your skin.
"How...much longer?"
You spoke out loud in a soft breathless whine aching for release. He retracted his hand immediately, it was too quick as if he was burnt. You felt his weight leave the bed, where he was kneeling from behind you, heard a shuffle and assumed he finally sat down on the simple dinning chair he pulled in close to the foot of the bed. The old man made sure he had a perfect view of your leaking sex in this seat.
Honestly, you didn't know why you made it sound like a question or even why you sounded so weak opening your mouth. Price didn't like his women weak or whiny, he enjoyed them screaming/ moaning and fighting back with just as much gusto he gave them. And he sure didn't like them asking questions. That's one of the reasons why he made arrangements to see you, you never asked any unnecessary questions that irked him or even asked silly questions about this messed up relationship you both had going on. John liked this arrangement just fine.
After not hearing a response you pulled at the scarf angrily only to wince in pain. What the fuck was taking him so long to answer? Shit! He didn't even need to answer all he needed to do was grip your hips and go to town as he usually does so you could go home and be done with him! But your brain wanted an answer, your pride wanted an answer, you needed one. Yet, how would he answer? How long did you have to do this with him? Being a booty call whenever he had an urge? Or how much longer did you have to wait to be touched and do this again in a few months? You weren't sure yourself so you hoped he did.
"How long?" Stronger and firmer you asked.
You tilted your head to peer at him over your shoulder but all you saw was his naked scarred torso shining under the moons glow, the only small window allowed it so, and the dark shadow overcasting his face save the now orange glow of his now lit cigar in his mouth. You watched him take a drag before releasing the white puff of smoke through the other corner of his mouth.
You hated when he smoked during your sessions, the smell always stayed in your clothes reminding you always of the time you spent with him.
Once, after meeting with the old man you had to go straight to work. With a limp and an achy jaw you made it but not without your coworker asking where the hell you've been to be smelling like a room full of cigars and cologne. That day mad you wonder if maybe more could have come out of this. Whatever this was. Maybe he liked you? After all he did keep coming back to you.
And those thoughts made you shut those feelings down and you even forced yourself to hate the smell whenever you weren't with him because whatever brand, leaves, wraps or whatever made up a cigar, it always reminded you of him.
"I'm not sure what you're asking there, be more specific." He leaned forward resting an elbow on his knee while another free hand reached out and wrapped his thick rough fingers around your plump thigh. His fingers sunk into the doughy flesh of your thigh and not a beat later he took the cigar from his lips. Your eyes widened and you whipped your head right around to face the frame.
"H-how much longer is this going to take? I...I have a date," You trailed off with the lie. A disgusting lie that made the back of your skull burn in shame. Why did you lie? Why?! The old man would know it was a lie, he already knew! Yet, you stayed with it.
You wanted to see what he would do with that information. Did he care? Would he care at all that you were trying to move on with your life? Or did he think you'd never get rid of his that easy?
"A date? I'm sure you do." The old mans grip on your thigh tightened but a fraction. It would be barley noticeable if you didn't already fear for your life. Slowly you could hear him stand as he exhaled, a deep annoyed kind of exhale one that told you that you were in trouble.
Price always knew how to get you talking and knew you were lying, why would you come here if you had a date planned for the evening? And why would your date be past midnight? Did you think you think you were that sly? John thought you were just saying just to say it, to get him riled up. But he knew better than to fall into your childish games. If you were to ever date anyone it would be to keep yourself entertained until he came back and ruined that little amusement you had going on. Oh yes, he made sure to get every little bit of detail about you before he ever called.
John had that power, he had the power to interrupt your life whenever he pleased and take, add people in your way purely for his own entertainment. Did he enjoy ruining you? Of course. Did he enjoy seeing you ruined by someone else? No.
Though in his defense, he didn't leave you much chance to reject him when he called you from an unknown number but regardless if your personal life was that important and moving on was too then you had every right not to come even when he called you. Because he gave you that much of an option, you had every right to opt out whenever but there was always something in you being drawn to him. Every time your phone rang and the 'Unknown Caller ID' popped up on your screen, you had no choice but to answer on the first ring.
And what truly moved him to annoyance with you was that the person he placed to check on you from time to time when he was away reported back with some strange news. You were seeing a guy but not to date. To screw him. After the last time Price ruined you to the point where he physically took you home should have been enough until he came back and did it al over again.
You defied him. And you were unknown to it all. That's what annoyed him.
"I do! You can't tell me who I can date or who not to. You're no father of mine," It was a vicious thing to say to the man who could have been a father many years ago but he just chuckled at your so called insult.
The hand that held the cigar between the two of his digits came gliding across your red fleshy cheeks staying near your hot sex, taunting it with the heat of the lit end of the cigar. You froze, willing your trembling body to still. He wolnd't would he?
"No, you're right. I'm not your father but... I will tell you dating while you're already seeing me is quite dangerous," Slowly he flitted the cigar so the lit end wasn't near your cunt anymore but instead the end where he puffed from was.
"You see, when I fancy something, no matter how tiny or how stubborn it may be to obtain; I will always obtain it." He pressed the blunt end slowly between your dripping folds making you shudder. Tauntingly slow, he rubbed it down all the way to your clit where he pressed on your little love button with gentleness but you were biting your lip whining thankful he was deciding to touch you again.
Honestly, you didn't know how to feel. You had such a mixture of emotions pumping through your veins, fear, lust, excitement, and wonder. All those emotions boiled at the pit of your stomach as he slowly pushed the cigar back up between your folds and stilled at your entrance.
"Just like you. You want me to react to your ridiculous claim of a date that we both know won't ever happen. Why?" He neared you some pushing less than half an inch of the butt of the cigar into your already greedy walls making you release an unfiltered moan into the pillows.
He read you like a book, fuck him for always being right. You hated that.
"Because no boy will ever taste you like I have. No boy or other man will take your attitudes, your snarky remarks like I do and pay it back in kind by filling this filthy hole of yours to the brim with my essence," You heard the sound of clothing sliding off of skin and finally assumed he push him pants down his thighs. And that made a whole case of goosebumps arose on your sweaty flesh, your body was looking forward to what the old made was going to dish out on you.
Joh placed his free hand on your waist securing you as he kneeled behind you between your parted kneeled legs. Slowly pulling the cigar away watching how your sticky strings connected it to your twitching hole. You looked so eager here and you looked so docile minus some whines and moans you let out on occasion.
" And they certainly wouldn't inhale your taste now would they?" He made sure he spoke low and deep just how he knew you liked it while placing the soaked part of the cigar back into his mouth already tasting your juices mingling with the taste of his favorite blend of fermented tobacco. John had to close his eyes while he inhaled the concoction, It was sweet, bitter and all so good to him.
It was his aphrodisiac. It had him stroking himself behind you while gripping your waist. You were there with wide eyes hearing it all, some breathless pants leaving your lips shocked. He was literally smoking your scent, your pussy juice, your lubricant and he was excited because of it.
Truthfully, it awoke something in you when you realized it. You wanted him now more than you ever did. You needed to feel just how badly he wanted you and just how far he was willing to keep you. Now that you knew you'll behave for him and take and give.
"John, papi please," You moaned out arching your back and trying to press yourself back into his stroking hand." Please, please give it to me,"
John opened his eyes to see you pressing against his cock and hand more than ready to receive him. You even called him that special name that had him grow wild. Smirking behind you he positioned himself resting that swollen bulbous tip between your folds and stilled with both hands now on your waist.
"Again," He commanded.
" Papi por favor mi vida, dame~" You were now more eager to get him in when he stilled pressing back against his throbbing leaking tip. Apparently whatever you said to him worked because he took one finally puff from his cigar that still clung tot the corner of his mouth before pulling your hips back against his own with full force.
He speared you parting your walls stretching you as he always did making you cry out from the sudden intrusion. God, he didn't stop there. Price was on a mission thrusting into you from the start like a wild animal making whatever you were trying to say sound all like gibberish through your moans. Seeing him go crazy claiming you like this answered those questions from before, answered what you were trying it figure out.
You wanted him, more than just a fling or sex partner. You wanted the whole of him even if you had to wait years for him to come back home you'd wait.
By the looks of it he too already made up his mind that too wanted to keep you, for more than just sex.
John Price adjusted his grip on your waist sliding the down to your hips before letting go raising one hand and brought it down to your cheek. The slap echoed mixing with your cries of pleasure and the frantic slapping of skin from behind.
"Be a good girl and work for it."
While he stilled his hips and took a puff of his cigar removing it from his mouth with his fingers you did what you were told and bounced your hips back against his pelvis , locking your ankles behind his thighs using it as leverage to go as hard as you can.
"Yes- yes!" You chanted over and over feeling that familiar knot at the core of your tummy straining and pulling. "Si, si papi si!"
Finally you cried out a loud sweet pleasure filled cry into the air. Your orgasm hit you like a bucket of cold water, making your body writhe. You even pulled at your bound hands thinking somehow they were free but to your dismay they weren't and you knew they wouldn't be undone for a while.
John, hummed in response to your sudden orgasm and chuckled," Look it here, you came with so little effort. Now it's my turn."
After that declaration John was relentless. Doing what John does best he took control and claimed you from head to toe making this night as explosive as the others. Defiled, filled, and turned into putty by the time you both finished. You weren't sure when you both called it quits but it was pretty early into the morning when he let you shower and sleep first.
He went to shower after you got cleaned up, and while he showered you immediately fell asleep. You weren't a light sleeper by any means but you were woken up by a deep quiet voice.
It didn't take you long to realize it was John, on the phone with someone. You just laid there listening and starring at his broad back, just an hour ago you were big spoon clinging to that back of his while you slept. That was the first time he gave you any kind of attention after a rough night and it left you feeling some kind of way, a good way.
Through his conversation you heard bit and pieces something about deploying soon and a person named Laswell? He kept his military talk on the phone for a few more minutes fore finally he hung up and tossed the small block of a phone on the plaid colored couch.
The captain sighed running a hand down his face in frustration before turning slowly facing you, now awake. John slowly blinked and made his way over, wearing his pants and boots. You too, sat up wearing nothing but his shirt he provided when he realized your original clothes were no good to sleep in.
"So, you're leaving again huh?" Tired you continued to look at him with no emotion.
Clearing his throat he slowly sat down by your side of the bed and gave you a short nod, " You know the drill Y/N. If I could I'd stay with you longer."
'You liar.' Was what you wanted to say but you looked down to your lap watching your fingers fiddle together. "I see. Well, good luck and lose my number while you're at it."
As dismissive as usual. Price gave an amused scoff and shook his head. " Then you can get rid of all of my shirts you took each time we see each other."
That's when you looked up at him wide eyed and almost embarrassed. You knew he may have an idea where his extra shirt went but still it didn't prepare you for his comeback.
"Touché." You smiled a bit tilting you head and looking into his piercing eyes seeing there were so many secrets hidden behind those eyes and it made you wonder just how dangerous was Captain John Price.
"I'll call you when I can so be ready," He stood back up heading towards his opened medium sized duffle bag he somehow managed to sneak in while you were sleeping. Grabbed a shirt and put it on.
Usually that would be it for your encounter with Price but you hated when he dismissed you back without anything else for you to say but today you wanted to leave him with a bit of a kick.
"I might get pregnant while you're away." Sitting straighter in bed you felt your tousled hair falling into your face and a smile creeping to your lips.
John hid his own smile while grabbing the strap of his bag heading towards the door.
"That's why I leave you some cash to buy whatever you young kids take to prevent that," He opened the door leading to the hallway and stopped looking over his shoulder at you with a knowing smirk.
"Though, I wouldn't mind if you did. It's about time I had kids with you anyways."
You were left speechless when the door was finally closed and the man that you were more than likely in love with left to God knows where. And he left you with cash, a cunt full of his swimmers and an option.
And you wanted him.
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During the earlier minutes of his phone call with Laswell John made arrangements to have you set up as his spouse, his next of kin, just in case anything were to happen to him which was unlikely. But he made sure no matter what you choose, life with him or some other man you'd be taken care of regardless. And if you chose not to buy those preventive pills you'd be taken care of while he was away.
And even if you didn’t take pills, he'd still plan to take you as his woman when he returned. Your face then would be one for an album.
Mayor Que Usted (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x LatinaFemPregReader) (ONESHOT,MAYBE?)(R-RATED) (NO MINORS)
A stop in Puerto Rico can mean a lot of things, refuel, some R&R, family vacation or maybe just hiding from the Cuban drug lords. Simon Riley didn't think this tropic island was a good spot to stop before heading back t base in the U.S. but Price called the shots so there they were. But while watching the locals gather for Halloween and doing their little celebration he didn't expect to be consumed by such spice and fierceness from one little local woman who seemed to know his type just fine.
I hopped on the trend, I apologize
(UPDATE: The name of the female character is Amelia Cruz)
Old San Juan, Puerto Rico.
2018
After a drug bust in Cuba the 141 needed a place to lay low before heading back into the states for a reassignment or further instructions. The Cuban cartel were a relentless bunch in their pursuit for the men who blew up their entire operation and chased them all the way to Jamaican and Hatian waters before they stopped their effortless pursuit. Whatever information Price pried out of one of the major drug lords had to be why they kept chasing after them, whatever it was it was dangerous.
Price told the crew they had to lay low and separate throughout the island to keep a watchful eye on not only their hides but the people here as well. There could have been a few men who continued their pursuit for revenge.
Simon knew it would be no good to stop and lay low here on yet another tropical island where its people just wanted to live peacefully. But what else could they have done? What if they brought the fight here? It was a very slim possibility considering it it was national waters but it was never impossible. He knew that danger lurked in every corner. This whole island was big enough to hide both Simon, Price and company but it wasn't big enough to protect its people.
That's what kept Simon up every night. Always the ‘what if’s’. People on the island were kind, too kind and accepted him with open arms even even with the mask. He liked that, they didn't ask questions. They probably thought he just had a nasty face or maybe was really enjoying the month of October getting ready for Halloween. It didn't matter to him the reasoning as long as he blended in like the tourists that seemed to be scattered around the entire area he stayed in then laying low would be no problem.
And it wouldn't have been a problem if he didn't meet her.
Simon usually didn't intervene in any festivities or parties even as a teen because there was no need for it. Nor did he have the privilege to attend one while tending to his military duties but tonight while he resided in the shadows he found himself nearing a small little street festival. Music was blaring, laughter filled the alley that he watched from and lights... goodness the lights were so bright a flash grenade would be a better comparison to it.
It amazed him how bright and merry the people on the island were, as if they had no care in the world for anything. Not even the danger he thought the 141 may have brought upon them. Simon hoped their happiness lasted.
There was a grand stage with barriers placed on the side to keep control of the crowd, a DJ playing on the stage, lights floating around the stone road where people mingled.
Puerto Rico's people were laughing and dancing around the blocked street dressed in costumes from head to toe, well most of the adults anyways. Some dressed as devils, nurses, fictional killers so he fit right in with his mask. He examined the mass of bodies mash together dancing with one another in time with the beat of the music, music was meant to be enjoyed yes but this obscene touching and grinding made him wince a bit. Did they always have to do that?
His gaze soon landed on one particular woman who stood out amongst the rest, wearing a deep red sundress that hugged every ounce of her body and complimented it very well. Many things popped up in his head that kept his gaze on her. First, she wasn't wearing a costume. Second, she was dancing by herself by the mouth of the alleyway where he was currently hidden in. Thirdly, her movements were like fluid water. Her hips swung side to side and her hands slid up her thighs, her hips making her dress lift up higher upon her slender legs. Was she aware he was here?
Simon wasn't about to make his presence known. He didn't want to scare her or break her concentration because it was mesmerizing for him, as thought she were trying to seduce him with just the movements of her body.
Soon, her friends showed up, they chatted a bit and began to dance altogether. And again Simon watched the brunette in the red sundress sink into that headspace and move her arms, her hips, her waist and move with her friend molding against her back. What would happen if he took his mask off, even just for the night and danced with her, just to see what it would be like?
He knew he couldn't. He was a dangerous man who did dangerous things and who knew if someone thought of him as suspicious and sought him out. Price would then be pissed. And Simon would have lost his touch.
Instead the ghost silently stood from where he sat upon the crate and dusted himself off ready to go back to the safe house by the pub or bar some would call it and have a whiskey before turning in for the night, try to at least. But he felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand and even with the mask on he felt it. Quickly he turned around and came face to face with the girl he was watching not even a few seconds prior.
She stared at him with a lovely little smile on her red stained lips, hands on either side of the alley way walls, yes it was small enough to fit one person down it, and her bangs covered her dark eyes. He didn't move, something in him felt caught in her gaze and prevented him from moving.
Fuckin' hell Simon.
The tall man stood across the dancer who she's been keeping an eye on ever since he sat in the alleyway most kids ran through during the day. Tilting her head she slowly approached the strange masked man who seemed to enjoy watching her dance and as she approached the man she spoke.
"Hablas espanol?"
Simon closed his eyes briefly. Even her voice sounded seductive. But he didn't respond.
She noticed the lack of response but didn't mind it one bit. When she was but a foot away from him she smiled sweetly at him.
"So, English it is then?"
He was supposed to be laying low, there was no mingling with the locals if he could help it. Groceries, markets and even getting a drink were an exception. Not for conversation.
"You know, starring at a lady is kinda creepy. If you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask," The woman bit her bottom plump lip and looked directly up into the eyes of soldier who had killed countless of men and who had done unimaginable things, in the eyes with no fear. She didn't know who he was nor will she ever know. One night should be fine, right?
"I can't be in the light."
Was that the best thing he could say? Bloody Jesus he was out of practice trying to talk to a woman. Before he could fix himself and say something else he was blessed to hear her soft giggle over the music down the alley.
"Well, if you can't fully be in the light I'll bring some to you. Everyone deserves a little bit of light to enjoy, no?"
After that, no more words were spoken. She reached out palms up and Simon with hesitance placed his hands in hers and their little dance begun.
The woman showed him how to step and where to step when a salsa song came on. He wasn't the best but he did learn fast. She liked that. A few more songs came the same way until one came that made her gasp and squeal almost immediately. This scared Simon into thinking there was danger and quickly looked up and down the alleyway with a glare of a killer, sensing no danger he looked down at the female already swaying to the annoying beat of the music. What did the locals call it? Reggae? Reggaetón.
It was too modern for Simons taste but he was glad to watch her dance to it. This time what he was hoping for did happen. She molded herself against his front, bending a bit at the waist and pressed her full rear against his groin moving like a true dancer. He starred down at it wide eyed not sure what to do or where to put his hands but he remembered what her girl friends did when they were placed in this position.
Simon Riley placed his hands on her hips and pressed himself back into her, moving his own hips as best as he could without feeling embarrassed or even trying too hard but it was futile. He felt a tad bit embarrassed.
Nevertheless she continued to show him just how much fun just the two of them and music, can have. And deep down inside his dark heart he was fully enjoying himself, well up to the point where she straightened out and began that movement of sliding her hands up her thighs and took the hem of her sundress up, pulling out from under his hands.
If she did it on purpose or not didn't matter because he got an eyeful of the black thing string on her hips that his thumb was barley a hair close to. What was she trying to do? Whatever it was he took it as permission. He slid his hands further up her hip and hooked his thumbs under the soft dark material, gently tugging it down.
To say he wouldn't dare grow an erection here would be a complete and utter lie. He was carrying a hard on the whole time she pressed herself against him, he just maneuvered himself enough so she wouldn't feel it but he let her. This time he showed her just how much he was enjoying this little dance of hers.
She didn't stop when she felt the hard long mold of his print against her semi bare rump because she wanted to feel it. She watched him and he watched her, the meant he was interested just like she was. So, why not approach him if he was too chicken to do something. Women can take initiative too. The woman turned her head peering at him from over her shoulder with a smirk on her painted lips. Now Simon could see her eyes, they were dark, like chocolate.
He wasn't a fan of sweets but he'd enjoy hers.
And he could feel the heat practically pouring out from her pores. The way she was suggesting to continue with her hips, he knew all too well. She wanted to be fucked and not just a practical fuck in a motel room but a fuck that that Simon Riley could give right now. They didn't know each others names, occupations or even if they'd see each other again. What mattered was the here and now.
The tall British man had her that night. Bent over the large wooden crate he sat on to watch her dance in the street in her red dress. Now she was moaning like a bitch in heat with her red dress bunched up at her waist with his cock dipping into the welcoming depths of her cunt. He rocked back and forth with vigor, with malice. How dare she seduce him when he was just trying to mind his own business? How dare she approach him and make him sin like this?
Yet, Simon was groaning above her making sure he pounded her cervix. He wanted her to remember this coupling for as long as she lived. Her heels were discarded to the side and she was on her tippy toes, legs spread receiving him so very well. Simon couldn't remember the last time a woman's cunt fit him so well like hers, it was like...it was like it was made to fit him and only him.
The woman in the red dress was dancing no longer. The music may have changed and the people may have begun to head home but she would still be here hidden by the darkness of the buildings on each side of the two beings shielding her from the gazes of people who wondered what that sound was. Simon made sure to cover her mouth if he believed she was being too loud and he was glad he did because she came with shriek into his palm after just a few minutes.
No ones ever indulge in her like this nor have they ever took control in fucking her like a wild dog before. She was always the one to do things for her boyfriends, suck them, ride them, tell them what she wanted done, she was tired of being like that. Being the leading hand in sex because the other person was just too lazy and wanted a quick nut. This man though; was the complete opposite of that.
He took her without hesitation. Didn't bother to ask her of her wants and needs he just somehow knew. He made sure she was comfortable though, made sure she felt every caress, every tug, nip, slap, and flick of him on her skin.
Simon Riley wasn't going to let her go. Not until he had his fill.
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The woman stirred awake finding herself starring at the open window, the curtains flowing about with the breeze that entered the dim lit room. So the sun wasn't fully up, good more time to sleep. Before she could close her eyes again she heard shuffling and turned her head to see the British man who rocked her world sitting on the side of her bed getting dressed. His back was all scarred, with old and new ones she made just a few hours ago. His skin was pale compared to her tanned one, looked like he'd be a cherry before he ever tanned. His head was...bare. Simon wasn't wearing his mask.
Well, it was completely dark when they got to her tiny little home a few blocks where his safe house was so it made it easier to keep his face secret while leaving his marks on her skin. Now, it was time to go. He received a call from Price while the woman he laid with slept, on a burner about finally leaving the island in the early hours of the morning.
The woman he spent the whole night with seemed to stretch behind him making a soft pleased sound as she did so. The bed dipped a bit behind him and her arms wrapped lazily around his middle while she rested the side of her head against his back.
As mind blowing as the sex was he couldn't get attached. It was dangerous to drag one good thing into his hectic and bloody lifestyle he lived.
"Simon, stay with me a little bit longer. I'll make you some really good coffee y yo te cocino," Her voice was laced with sleep, hoarse because of her moans and screams the night prior but she still managed to make him shudder in the heat.
There was nothing more that he wanted than to stay and do just that. He was a dangerous man. He couldn't be in the light, because he'd consume it. The ghost shook her off as gently as he could and stood while pulling the mask over his head covering his face again. Walking forward towards a chair she had in the corner of her small room, picked up his shirt and dared to look back at her body covered with a sheet on her bed. Her hair was all askew and she looked more inviting than the night before, it stirred his loins.
His eyes trailed back to her face, her expression was...sad, confused even. She should've know it was a one time thing. He wasn't even native to the island nor was he a tourist with the way he held himself and she knew that. She knew he was dangerous and yet she pursued him anyways.
"It was fun, but that's all it was," He was cold, distant and hardened his emotions. It was for one night only, it wasn't night anymore.
So, he was going to leave her just tike that? After they shared an amazing night? She stood up in bed with her hand griping the sheet to her chest hoping it hid her nakedness'.
"No, no you can't just leave like that Simon, you said you were going to be here for a few more days. Por favor," The woman that was in a red dress was just about to stand from her bed and drag him right back, whatever means necessary even if she had to yell and scream.
"I told you I probably would be here for a few more days, nothing was permanent girl," Now that fully roused her out of her honeymoon like state. It was like a bucket of iced water was poured all over her. Where was his attitude coming from? And girl? He knew her name so why wasn't he saying it?
He slipped his shirt on over his head and made a beeline to her bedroom door, she scrambled out of her bed with her legs feeling like jelly going after him barley catching herself when she tripped. She would never do this for just any man, never would she do this for any man but Simon was different or so she thought.
A memory came to mind of her own mother scrambling after her father when she was only a child. Her mother ran after the man in desperate pleas to not leave and abandon their family, they had little but her mother was so caring. Her father on the other hand was evil.
"Simon! Stop pendejo!" She yelled at him hoping he'd stop but he kept going, moving through the kitchen, the living room before making it to the front door. The woman he spent the night with couldn't keep up with how her legs gave up and made her fall down half way to the door. Her chest ached watching him continue on without a care for her or how she felt.
That night was the only night she's ever felt complete, she felt alive for the first time with anyone and it had to be with this stranger who you barley knew. And that feeling was walking right out of her home.
Simon looked back at her seeing her on the floor with only a sheet to cover her nakedness tugged at his chest. Only for a second though.
"Take care of yourself, love."
And that was the last time the woman in the red dress saw Simon, the tall British man who wore the skull painted mask.
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It didn't take long for Simon to forget about that night in Puerto Rico, but it always came back to haunt him in his dreams. His mind played movies of the time they've spent together, the hour long conversation before he went at it with her again and again. Colors, foods, places he's been and places she wanted to go to, he probably knew more about her in that hour than any other man could in months. He felt more like a normal man with you for those few hours than he did commanding a small squad. And when darkness clouded his mind your words came to him.
"...Everyone deserves a little light, to enjoy, no?"
It brought him out from time to time.
Recently, the 141 hired a new medic or at base doctor who Laswell says she's the best of the new generation. Finished school in less than eight years and performed eleven successful surgeries within that time frame. Some minor and some major. It was impressive but the information was all the same to Ghost. New doctor, same shit. He didn't even catch her name, didn't bother for it.
Currently, the infamous Ghost sat on a stool in the med bay while holding a cloth to his upper arm trying to stop the blood from making anymore of a mess. Apparently Johnny thought it would be funny to toss a piece of useless metal from the top of the weapons wrack, why was it there? Who knows but he certainly gave Johnny an ear full before he was forced to come here to get it checked out.
The said doctor had her back turned to him when he entered and sat on the tall stool with a leg stretched out. She looked like she was doing something important so he just grunted while she told him to have a seat. Her voice sounded oddly familiar and Ghost couldn't put a face to it.
"Mr. Ghost, no, Simon?" The small looking woman with her dark hair held up with a clip tilted her head reading what little she could from his medical file. There was absolutely nothing here. No medical history, no medication history, surgeries, nothing. It was as if he were a ghost. With a soft sigh she full turned but never lifted her head.
"That's funny, I knew a Simon once. Spelled the same way,"
Simons eyes widened just a fraction when he saw those red painted lips and that golden tanned skin, she was here. It couldn't be. She was supposed to be back in the island living her life in peace. Not here tending to him and his team! Did Price do this? Laswell? No, they didn't know about his escapade with the young doctor here all those years ago. He made sure not to speak wind of it to anyone.
Anger bubbled up inside of him when the shock left him. Was she doing this on purpose? Did he know who he was?
The tall man stood when she was only a foot or more away and she finally looked up from the manila folder, craning her neck her eyes widened seeing the familiar tattooed arm and skull mask covering the face of the mystery man she spent the night with all those years ago.
The folder slipped from her hands and onto the floor, papers scattering about as she starred at him, as if seeing a ghost. And he starred down at her with stone cold glaring eyes of a man who did not want to see her, again.
So, this was the Simon that she'd dream about from time to time? Tall, dangerous, cold and still as mysterious as the day she met him. It couldn't be him. The Simon she met had kinder curious eyes, yes he was cold but that night he made her melt with just a stare.
Quickly she averted her gaze to the side and cleared her throat. No, it really couldn't be...but the tattoo was unmistakable and if not that the mask was a dead giveaway.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath feigning innocence. Turning back to look at him she smiled sweetly," Dios mio, I'm just clumsy today I'm sorry about that. Why don't you have a seat and tell me whats going on,"
So she was going down this road huh? Simon took in a breath and sat back down on the stool keeping his cold unwavering stare on her as she crouched to collect the folder and papers that scattered about. He could have helped her but the less he interacted with her the better. He left her back in Puerto Rico for a reason and this was not that reason.
As she collected her paper work she stood straight up and turned back to her small little desk where a few little picture frames decorated the surface along with some medical instruments. She took one frame in particular and tried to quickly put it face down blocking his view with her body. She was living her life perfectly fine without him, they both were and she would be damned if he found out about her. That early morning he decided not to say a single thing that could help her find him, only his voice and name, it was all she had.
Ghost looked at her and saw her movements. She was trying to hide something and he already was on it. He remained seated examining her backside. She still looked the same, petite, small but she looked fuller now. Hips wider, legs and arms a bit thicker too. It seemed she put on a healthy few pounds while away on the island, or maybe it was due to age? Whichever it was she looked absolutely stunning even with the white lab coat on.
"Sargent found a piece of shrapnel or scrap metal, tossed it back and it nicked my arm," Cold, to the point.
With a small nod she quickly slipped on some black latex free gloves and grabbed what she needed to clean his little nick.
The next few minutes were excruciating between the two of them. The silence felt heavy in the air and the poor doctor felt so burdened by it she felt like she had to say something but refused.
Pretend not to know him. She had to pretend she was just patching up any soldier from the 141 but her body kept reminding her and even her mind reminded her that he wasn't just any soldier. He was of high rank, under Price and that had to stand for something.
Ghost, shifted a bit when she applied pressure on the now cleaned gash which was in fact not a nick, it needed to be stitched shut so she was preparing for that.
"Why are you here?" His question was so unexpected the doctor paused right before she pierced his tattooed skin with the needle and thread.
There were so many reason as to why but it depended on which reason he wanted to hear. Releasing a heavy sigh she tilted her head keeping her gaze on the suture.
"You knew I went to college to become a doctor. Turns out I was very good at it. I stitched nerves together and helped those wounded soldiers regain feeling back to their separated limbs. Laswell thought I'd make a good doctor here for the base or 141 and company, the money was good, the housing was and the education is phenomenal too."
She was still young so education must've have been her second reason as to why she decided to come here but there was still one question in his mind.
"Who's the girl?" The one question that she dreaded. She suppose she wasn't as fast as she thought when she tried to hide it. Simon always looked around his surroundings so her desk was also apart of the surrounding and noticed a small girl no older than three or four smiling with two front teeth missing. Eyes blue, green or hazel, hair almost brown or red. Didn't look like it was her daughter now that he thought about it but again, it was just a quick look.
"She's my niece."
"You have no siblings."
"Step-niece then."
"That's not a thing."
She huffed giving him a look of 'you are unbelievable'. Why did it matter to him who the girl is? When she went looking for him when she found out she was going to be a mother he was nowhere to be found like a ghost. She suffered through out university with morning sickness, cravings of foods she didn't think were even healthy and doctor appointments where only her mother attended with her.
Even after giving birth she didn't give up her dream of becoming a good doctor or surgeon to help people on the island. But when the opportunity arose for her to live in the U.S. she didn't hesitate to take it. And now here she was with the father of her daughter who currently was at a daycare right across the road from the base that Laswell told her it was safe.
Now she wasn't too sure with Simon around.
"Why do you want to know so badly?" She finished stitching up his gash and was currently placed a gaze on his arm and securing it.
Why did he want to know? Was there some hope that he was still somehow connected to this woman he found himself thinking about more than often recently? No, it couldn't be they were careful that night, they...
Then it dawned to the ghost. Slowly he stood up pushing her to the side and marched straight to the faced down picture. There's no possible way that the little girl in this picture could be his.
The doctor already knew where he was going and tired to stop him from reaching her desk by puling on his arm and tried with all her might to stop him but he was too strong and made it to her desk.
The first few rounds, no all of them were unprotected. He assumed she was either on the pill or even doing something to prevent pregnancy while she was out and about dancing away. Who wouldn't with a body like hers? He should've known yet they never talked about it. Not once did the topic of protection come up.
He picked up the frame and examined the child who smiled so happily without a care in the world similar to the woman who birthed her. While he starred at the picture the mother of said child was cursing at him in her native tongue and snatched the frame from him holding it against her chest.
"She's not even yours!" She exclaimed placing the photo down on top of the file cabinet glaring up into the cold eyes of the ghost who leaned forward placing his hand over hers the kept the photo down.
"You're lyin' again love," He said it low and so harsh to her and she flinched. It didn't matter if she was lying or not because her daughter will never know who her father was and her father will never ever get a chance to see her.
"Fuck you, pendejo," She spat out with so much venom Simon was ready to tear his mask off and devour her mouth and swallow every bit of venom she had in the tank. That's the least thing he deserved. He was close, his gloved hand went up her covered arm, her shoulder then up her neck.
Simon cupped her cheek while his other arm wrapped around her waist, she hesitated and placed a hand on his forearm ready to push it off if he said something or did something really outta pocket. Though she couldn't lie, she missed how close he could get without really trying.
Even if it was one night, she could never forget him.
"She's ours isn't she Amilia?"
She had to close her eyes because the intensity behind his were too much. This answer could either make or break their future relationship if there ever would be one. But deep down she knew that if she were to say 'yes' he'd step in or at least try to.
Simon knew it was his fault for leaving so suddenly but it wasn't anyone's fault he wasn't there or that she didn't tell him. The universe made it so that they could meet again under these circumstances. A deadly father and a bright mother. What a strange combination.
"Yes, Simon. She's... ours."
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PART 2
A/N
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