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ghostybaby000 · 5 days

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After Hours | Part 6

Part 1

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I recommend going back to part one (above) to start this juicy read!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: 18+, guns, smut

(Not fully edited, apologies for any inconsistencies)

He made his way back from the door, and nestled his large frame between your legs. There was no need for talking in this moment. The both of you had sat for what felt like minutes staring at one another, simply admiring the low lights that made it easier to see the coloration of your eyes.

You noticed his smaller details from before that you hadn’t taken the time to see. The way his arms fell to his sides when he walked across the room or how his hands were so calculated when rubbing your thigh, or even how he smelled. You had been plenty close to him before, but always caught up in shooting or listening to him speak, where as now there were no distractions to take your thoughts from him. You had expected to come into the room and feel a hot blaze of action, but instead were met with a slow burn of calamity and- intimacy.

You had known that you’d felt butterflies or the occasional heart jump when seeing him or spending time with him, but this was far different than any other time alone with him.

His hands continued to graze over your things, stopping only for seconds when reaching your knee to head back up your leg. You watched him, his eyes and eyebrows as they met yours and then fell again to your legs and eventually landed again on your lips. You found yourself to be swept away by his stance, every touch coming from him leaving you wanting more even if it was just for a moment. He continued to touch your legs, as his hands made their way towards the inside of your thigh closer to your crotch when it stopped, and fell away again to the outside of your pants.

Wanting him so badly to continue rubbing over you and for him to tear away your clothes, you see what he is paused for. Looking at you his hands stop moving, he was waiting for permission. Realizing this you slowly reach out and touch over his chest, both hands landing on your knees as they finish trailing down his body. You take one of his gloved hands and begin to remove the glove, not breaking eye contact in the slightest. Once you’d had both gloves off, you lead his hands to your breasts, and trail them down your stomach slowly landing on your pants right outside your crotch. You then left his hands to his own actions as he began to move closer to you, lifting his mask just enough to land a kiss gently on your lips. You sucked in a slow breath as his kiss lingered for only a moment before he quickly pulled away.

The next thing you knew he was out of between your legs and swiping everything off the desk, pushing you back so you were looking to the ceiling. Your breath quickly picked up as he was again in between your legs, now undoing his pants. Sitting up slightly and running your hand over his shoulder, pulling on the cloth. He looked to you and without hesitation began to take off his shirt, leaving his pants undone. Pulling your shirt over your head and your own pants down in one quick motion, this was a rush that left your thoughts too scrambled to form.

You felt bare and almost intimidated watching the bulge in his pants soon become a leaking cock as he again moved in closer to you. He leaned over the desk, planting a kiss on your cheek and left trails of kisses down to each breast. You were wetter than you knew possible and were now squirming every time he left his touch from your body. Your hands reached to be behind his head and around his neck as he moved down your frame.

You feel his tongue trace laps around your nipple and then down towards your stomach. You squeezed at his strong bare arms, closing your eyes and wincing as he pinched your nipple sharply. He came up to you and this time planted a strong and long kiss on your lips, one that afterwards left you begging for more of him.

‘Please.. please Simon I want more..’ You say as he sucks over a nipple that was now very sensitive to every touch he left. He leans again over the desk, his voice gruff.

‘Be patient love, gotta make sure your ready for me first.’ He backs away from the desk as his hands run down your hips landing on your panties.

They come off slowly as he follows then down your legs and then entirely off, left on the floor near the desk. You watch him from your position on the desk, still facing upwards as your back arch’s aggressively to the ceiling, his small touch being electric to your cunt.

‘Sensitive are we?’ He let out a small laugh as his finger traced the outsides of your lips, then began to insert them, one at a time.

Your eyes came open again as you felt him remove the two fingers that had been pushed inside of you. The room quickly became hotter as you found yourself out of breath, not even feeling his cock inside of you yet, when another surge comes through your body. This time his warm and flat tongue had made it way to your entrance. You gasp as he begins to pummel you with his fingers his tongue aggressively playing with your clit, you wrap your legs around his head, resting them on his shoulders.

Feeling like you might explode from the inside as your sensitive walls were being punished, again it stops. Without a moment’s notice large strong hands are under your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the desk as you begin to sit up. Through the gasping breaths you see his hands as one makes its way back to your hole, the other stroking his cock. He steps closer to you, fitting between your legs he lets the tip of his cock slide inside of you.

You had previously had sex, but nothing compared to how intimate and connected this had felt in this moment, how he watched you as he did every action. He wraps a hand around the small of your back as he begins to push deeper inside of you, preventing you from falling backwards to the desk. You sharply inhale fully feeling his length and girth as you stretched around him. His hand falls away from behind your back as you slowly fall back to the desk, he pushes deeper. You groan out to him, the pain being blurred by the mounds of pleasure, one that you had never known before. He drills into you now, relentlessly slamming his hips into you his own grunts filling the room making a harmony with yours.

You feel him start to slow as he pulls out of you entirely, again his hands landing around your hips. You were now pulled off the desk, one hand supporting your back as he spun you around to be planted face down to the desk. He grabs both of your hands and wraps them behind you as again you feel yourself stretch around his large size.

This was what it took for you as you felt yourself begin to clench around him, squirming as he continued to crash into you. You felt the heat in your stomach rise as he began to speed up, his own thrusts telling you that he was also close. You cum first as he lands long and deep strokes against your walls. You feel your body shake as you come down from your high, you feel him inside of you as his thrusts slow leading out of you and down your legs as he lets go of your arms.

You both clean up as best you can before taking a look around the small office. You make your way around the desk to recover what had been lost in the intensity of the moment as you pull a small piece of bent metal from underneath scattered paperwork.

Your eyes gloss over the words as you feel a rush of childlike laugher stifle in your throat.

‘Manager’

Trevor’s full name had been inscribed in small letters underneath the bronze stand. In the moment you felt the laugher begin to escape you as your hand cupped over your mouth. How long had it been? You knew it was a while you were shooting, and on top of what had just happened- you had no idea how many hours had passed. Suppressing a small tinge of guilt, you picked up the remaining bits of paper and pens placing them neatly back on the desk. You walked to where Simon had been reading the plaques on the wall from the establishments many years in practice as he turned to you.

‘Find something amusing?’ His hands were behind his back as he continued to pace the small room, looking at pictures of people holding awards and large trophies, his gaze turning to you.

‘No, nothing really.’ A smile came over your face as you looked at him and then back to the plaque, his eyes followed yours as he let out his own chuckle at the replaced stand on the desk. Simon then moved past you and shuffled the desk a few inches so it was straighter and then opened the door as you both walked out. You grabbed the remainder of your things as you made your way to the main entrance of the building. You always let Simon leave before you and then turned on the cameras so nobody would be the wiser. He went to leave the store, pausing before touching the door handle to look down at you again. He pulled you into him as your smile brought a heat to your face that you knew well by now.

He stared at you, the same way he had before any of this had happened. When he was a customer in the shop that sparked your curiosity and made you feel butterflies when he spoke to you. The same way you trusted him with his touch against your skin, and desperately wanted to look into his eyes while he made you take him. You broke out of your trance as his voice again met your ears.

‘Same place and time next week?’ He smiled through his mask as his lips met your forehead. You both let out a laugh as you looked for the key to lock the door.

‘I would hope before then…’ You let the words roll off your tongue as casually as they had entered your mind, and you paused searching for the key now nervous of his response.

He walked backwards from you, made his way over to the desk and fiddled with the drawer supplies eventually making his way back over to you. He held out a small bent piece of paper to you as he began to open the door. You try to slowly reach out and take the paper, but before your hand can make it to the slip, he takes it in his free hand and plants a gentle kiss on the top. You grab the paper as he makes his way out of the building, looking at you only to speak for a moment.

‘I hope so too.’

He walked around the corner to the building until you could no longer see him and you immediately began to unfold the paper. His number and address had been left in hasty handwriting, although still legible with a small scribble next to it that read:

‘Let’s try my place next time.’

You quit work that week and found yourself a much closer to home job, although the regulars at the gun shop had detested you leaving. You left your manager with a short and sweet goodbye, knowing the truths of the events he hadn’t seen and felt a weight lift off your back as you left the front desk for the last time.

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ghostybaby000 · 8 days

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After Hours | Part 5

Part 1 Part 6

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I recommend going back to art one (above) to start this juicy read!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: 18+, guns, yelling, fluff, future smut

(Not fully edited, apologies for any inconsistencies!)

Your heart races with anticipation as you stand up fully to see him.

He was standing tall, looking in using one hand as his other fell back to his side. It was dark out by now but you could easily make out his large figure by the small light inside. You let out a breath as you made your way around the counter, a smile taking its form over your face.

You unlock the door and open it letting him enter the building.

‘I thought you weren’t going to show…’ Closing and relocking the door you turn to him awaiting his response.

‘I just got held up is all’ He threw his card on the counter as he responded not turning around to see you. You made your way back around the counter and slid his card back to him across the countertop, telling him.

‘Well I’m glad you made it. Consider it as if I’m paying for lessons.’ You let a shy smile come up on your face as he slowly reaches out to grab his card.

You checked to make sure the store was put together for closing before making your way into the range, Ghost following you. You felt your face go hot when you realized that you were now having to show that you did remember what you had been taught, you took in a breath. Ghost made his way into the room and settled at the station that he had used before, and instead of shooting for himself he simply set his pistol on the countertop.

‘All right, lets see what you remember.’ You look to him as he turns around and walks back from the station. You calm yourself feeling a rush of adrenaline and make your way up to the station picking up the pistol that seemed heavier now compared to last time. You showed that you were able to take apart the gun again and reloaded it, setting it back down on the table. Without the either of you saying anything, you took a breath again and grabbed the gun this time feeling your body more naturally accustom to the fit of the weapon and the stance. When you had felt comfortable you let your muscles relax and your shoulders dropped as you waited for his response.

‘Well done. I think you’re ready to shoot.’ Feeling just as much excitement you lay the gun down and check the safety before stepping back and allowing him to take the lead. The next half hour or so he shot and took his time in showing you how to hold the gun and more when firing, then it was your turn.

‘Right, come on up ere.’ You sucked in a breath as you moved forward to him and picked up the gun. You watched how he positioned himself in the box and tried to copy him as best you could. He took a moment to move the paper person cutout closer and looked over your stance before moving up next to you.

‘Are you ready?’ His gruff voice sending familiar chills down your neck as you tighten your grip on the gun, you nod your head without taking your eyes off of the paper person cutout ahead.

He began to speak to you in a more serious tone, one that spoke of rules and importance but in a gentle way. He motioned to being behind you, what you had assumed was to be backing away for when you fired

‘Now, I’m going to support the first few shots because of the recoil, so you can adjust to the kick.’ Before he had finished speaking, he was behind you, his large arms coming around you and holding yours over the gun. You knew that there were many different kinds of pistols and handguns ranging from all different kinds of kick and recoil power, this action made you feel safer and more confident firing the first few rounds.

You let your muscles relax as you settled in and focused on the persons cutout. You took a breath in, and feeling more calm than expected, exhaled and pulled the trigger.

*BANG*

He was right, the kick of the gun was more than you had expected- from watching him make it look so simple you had assumed it wouldn’t be so hard. You took a second as he started to remove his hands from the gun-never fully removing them, you pulled yourself back into position, this time ready for the kick of the gun.

*BANG * *BANG *

*BANG*

His hand came off the gun now, stepping to the side of you, he waited.

You felt great. The weight of the gun felt good against the recoil, and you found yourself wanting to do more. You looked over at him, and then refocused on the cutout, this time aiming for the head instead of the torso.

*BANG* You hit the right side of their face, about the center. You let yourself breath again, this time letting the gun fall to your side and taking off one of your ear muffs.

You look to Ghost, who is standing beside you arms crossed, a serious look on his face soon changing his glance to you. You saw his eyes crinkle as he watched you, knowing that he had been smiling under his mask, as you let out a chuckle. You looked up to him now, admiring his use of the weapon as you had missed a few of your own shots which were far closer than his had been.

After the rush had died down, you again thanked him and proceeded to lock up the store as you would any other night. You finish locking up all of the doors and checking to see that the lights are off and the rooms empty. You lead Simon back to the front door to let him leave before turning the cameras on.

‘Thank you, again. I really appreciate your help.’ You were standing Infront of the door unlocking it, then turning around to face him and his response.

‘You’re welcome’ He begins to motion towards the door, making himself far closer to you now, towering over you. You don’t move. You almost whisper when you speak, afraid of being too loud in the small space he has created between you and his chest.

Looking up to him yet again, and unsure of why you would you ask, you push out the words.

‘…Same place and time next week?’ You felt dread as soon as the words escaped your mouth. You couldn’t ask him for such a thing it was too much. He had already helped you enough and he was probably busy being in the military and had plenty of other responsibilities you knew-

‘Sure.’ He looked down to you for only a moment when responding and then pushed open the door and left you there, mouth ajar in awe.

The next session turned into another and another after that, it was your weekly enjoyment your way of escaping the workplace mindset or destressing. You had become far more comfortable when holding or reloading the gun, and even confident when shooting if he wasn’t in the range room with you. You enjoyed it, and thought the same for Simon as he kept coming back, every week. The sessions all ranged from an hour to two or three hours, sometimes spent in a silence while having some water, other times spent with tips or new positions to try for firing. You found Simon to grow every session with how much he spoke to you, some nights conversing for over an hour. One particular night, you found him to be more quiet than usual and decided to not push the matter, but instead do what was normal in those moments, shoot.

You grab the gun that now fitted well to your hands and shot a few rounds at a cutout that was much farther away than you typically shot. You then signaled behind you to Simon using only a thumbs up over your head. This was meant to be an indicator that you wanted the sign to be moved closer or farther but when the sign didn’t move, you turned around to see him lost in his thoughts, eyes focused on a portion of the floor.

You walk up to him, abandoning the gun on the station table. ‘Are you alright?’ He shook his head momentarily to rid of the thoughts and looked back to you, eyes darting back and forth between yours, and for a moment they landed on your lips.

‘Fine, go back to the station.’ When you don’t respond he proceeds to stand in front of you.

‘You should work on your longer range shooting anyways.’ He sauntered over to the station moving past you, clearing his throat and grabbing the gun himself and shooting the distant figure.

You moved up behind him, his large body casting a shadow over your own as you wait for him to stop shooting. You moved in front of him as he lowered the gun to his side. Your nervousness had dissipated from previous sessions but now, here in this moment Infront of him, you felt it once more. Without tearing your gaze from him you reach down to the gun, and feel his gloved hand. You feel the grip around the gun become stronger, as if he was hesitant to be touched. Instead of going for the gun though, you instead lightly play with his large knuckles, never breaking eye contact.

You didn’t know why you were doing this, maybe to get him out of his thoughts maybe because he looked tense maybe because you wanted to. You wanted to feel him and his hands, to touch him as gently as he had you. His eyes flicker for a moment between yours, now more open than before as he stands there unwavering, unmoving to your touch. You watch him swallow as he takes in a breath, his chest heaving in your face. You no longer tired to control your hand, or where it decided to move. You never took your gaze from his mask as you felt up his hand. His hands that became his pants, the texture tough and thick, then it became the pocket of his pants, where you paused.

Not daring to reach inside the pocket, you let your fingers run the ridge of the pocket and pause. His eyes began to close as they looked down to your lips, anticipant. He still hadn’t moved, and it didn’t bother you in the slightest. He was allowing you to touch him and didn’t fight it in the slightest. You searched his mask, trying to find a hint of another underlying emotion other than a stare, and hoping that he was feeling similarly.

Your hand left the ridge of the pocket and found itself reaching a bulge. You let your hand fall away as you let a breath in, blinking you looked to his pants and back to him. You saw his eyes crinkle in the way they did when he smiled under the mask as he looked to the ceiling allowing his head to tilt back in the slightest- urging you to do more. He looked back down at you, your hands had withdrawn, coming back to your senses. Who were you to be feeling him up, the man who has been kind and helpful to you and here you were touching him without any sort of consent. You blinked again and let your head fall to look at the floor, your hand retreating from his body- against the feeling in your stomachs wishes.

Just as you began to turn around to face the station you feel his hand wrap around your waist. You were pulled back into his strong chest and spun around to face him. Without saying a word he stared at you, no longer any hesitance in his eyes as he looked deep into yours. You didn’t know exactly what he was asking, but nodded to him, giving him permission to continue. From there he kept a hand on your back as he motioned to set the gun down on the bench. He then lifted you off the ground with an ease that took you by surprise and walked back into an abandoned office and sat you down on the desk. He let his hands trail over you as he moved to close the door, it was the two of you now- no gun to distract you and no lessons to be learned about positioning. Shooting positioning that is.

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ghostybaby000 · 9 days

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After Hours | Part 4

Part 1 Part 5

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I recommend going back to part one (above) to begin this juicy read!

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+, guns, yelling, light flirting, future smut

(Not fully edited, apologies fro any inconsistencies!)

The next few days you found yourself thinking over your lesson with Simon and how you had wanted to tell your manager that things had changed. You still felt anger, not as greatly as before but enough so that it made you feel physically hot when thinking for too long of it. You broke from your thoughts as an ad came over the television, something about pain relief or migraines. You took the break from your show to grab a snack and make your way back to the couch.

It had been 3 days since you had worked, and it left you feeling bored and lonely not having any sort of interactions with people other than the occasional text or call. There was no attempt to try and change the incredibly rude managers mind about working so you decided to try and improve on things you hadn’t gotten to do. You had found ways to entertain yourself by going for walks or trying new recipes, anything that kept you moving and out of a slum. If you had let yourself sit in bed you may not have ever wanted to leave.

The rest of the day is calm, the small house noises making it feel all the more abandoned. The tick of the old clock in the living room, the hum of the fan in the bedroom, the sounds the washing machine made you feel drowsy. Enough so that you decided to drift into a nap, one that you felt was deserved after the day’s chores.

You felt yourself jolt awake to the sound of your phone ringing on the countertop. You scramble to get to the phone, not wanting to keep the person on the other line upset. You slide on the wooden floor as your socks and sleepiness weren’t helping to make your way up and over quickly, finally reaching your phone and reading the bright screen.

‘Manager Trevor’ You let out a sigh that made you feel a little dizzy after sitting down at the counter, you had to pick up.

‘Hello?’ You sounded tired and tried to clear your throat before speaking again.

‘Yes, hello Y/N. It’s about time-I tried calling you 3 times already you think you would of answered.’ He sounded angry, as if he had been speaking yet again to someone in a harsh and rude manner.

‘I apologize, I fell asleep. What did you call fo-‘ you had been cut off when he began speaking again, not to your surprise.

‘Yeah listen- I need you to come in this week, the rest of the week in fact.’ Your eyes opened father now, his words taking an extra moment to process.

‘I thought I wasn’t mean to come in, you said I shouldn’t because of the pay.’ You wiped your eyes as you took a moment to look outside, it was dark. A quick glance to the clock had shown you that it was past eight o’clock and you had slept for far too many hours.

‘Yes I’m aware of what I said, Y/N. I’m telling you now I need you to come in, for reasons I don’t have to explain to you-so can you come in or not?’ Silence sat on the line as you heard him huff, a clear indicator that you shouldn’t say no. You had needed the money anyways and decided to just be grateful he called you and not another worker.

‘Yes I can come in, no problem.’ You both gave a short goodnight as you let the phone sit back on the counter.

You had work, you would be able to pay the mortgage, you would be able to see Simon again! You had thought before of Simon and his lesson to you, trying to remember the stances he and taught you, and even how to hold the gun. In the shower you found yourself holding the invisible weapon pointing it at a shampoo, and when doing laundry you tried to remember the foot and hip stances. You find your heart rate picking up as you recognized that this week you might learn to fire the gun, although it still made you a bit nervous when considering how much time it had been since you had last held the weapon. While this was true, the gun had nothing on the nervousness you felt when he had touched you that day, something you promised to not forget.

The next morning you make your way into the same building, settling into your position and starting your work. You felt good working, and chatting with those who came in asking about where you had been in the previous days. This pattern repeated as you kept working the next day and the day after that, when you saw him again.

He had come in with an extra to the usual group, making 4 men walking through the shop looking at the ammo and chatting about what would be best for the day. Ghost didn’t motion towards you or even look in your direction, as if your lesson had never happened. You didn’t take it to heart as this was how he treated you before the interaction, and told yourself that it was typical behavior for him.

The four came up to the desk, purchased their things and headed to leave the shop. Ghost had held the door with one arm, the other holding ammunition as the rest of the group shuffled out of the small shop, taking the smallest moment to look to you. You met his glance as he gave a small head nod, and let the door to the shop close with a chime. You felt your palms become sweaty as a small smile found its way across your face. The butterflies were so pestering now that you couldn’t ignore them raging in your stomach, and decided to have lunch.

The next few days were all the same, no sight of Ghost or his colleagues in the shop, speaking with a few people about the weather and plans for the summer, your manager giving remarks that left you feeling nasty. It was now time to close the shop, the same visions of your interactions with Simon playing through your head as you heard rain pattering on the tin roof while you locked the door. You felt yourself smile again at the thought of shooting with him tomorrow night as you made your way to your car.

The next day you wait with baited breath as customers come in and out of the shop, it was a busy day now and you had to pull yourself into a work mindset to get to everyone in a timely manner. You did your job well, making sure everyone had been attended to all the while being friendly and approachable. The day came to a slow end as the customers died down, only now returning golf cart keys and giving their good evenings to leave. You felt yourself sadden, realizing that through your rush of customers you hadn’t seen Ghost or his usual group. You had waited for tonight like a child waiting for a candy store to open, eager for more the second the store closes.

Your manager was leaving now, a few hours earlier than you had expected-not that you would complain of such a thing, not taking time to say goodnight or bother with a wave as he left through the back exit. Your eyes were now slowing as they looked out the windows to the front of the shop, your heart began to sink. You had been so busy earlier-there wasn’t a chance that you had missed him was there? Military men and women had been checking in and out frequently but you were sure that you would have noticed his typical group had you seen their faces. The last few customers made their way in, leaving you with a goodnight or wave goodbye and you had decided that you would lock up and go home. Your energy from the day had already been depleted, taking a short lunch to help customers had made you feel tired and you needed to rest.

You begin to pack up your things, taking notice of all the rooms in the building to ensure they were empty, before grabbing your things from your locker with a huff. You made your way out into the main room, turning off the lights as you paced through the building, the only light being the one in front room that you could disable before walking out. You reach down to pick up the lock box from under the desk when you hear it.

*tunk*tunk*tunk* you freeze.

Taking a small breath in you slowly stand from where you had been crouched, someone was tapping on the window.

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ghostybaby000 · 11 days

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After Hours | Part 3

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I recommend going to part one (above) to truly get a feel for this juicy read!

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+, guns, yelling, light flirting, future smut

(Not fully edited, apologies for any inconsistencies!)

Cautiously you take the pistol from his large gloved hands and hold it out in your palm. You walked over to the station he had been occupying and set it down, as if it would explode had you not been so gentle. He let out a small chuckle as he placed a box of ammunition to the side and took the gun in his own hands.

He showed you how the safety on the gun worked as well as the magazine release, and how to take it apart to reload it or clean it. He took his time while explaining, being sure to stop and do something over if you looked confused or didn’t catch what he did. He also went over all of the basics when it came to handling a gun safely and why it’s important to use certain features and how to hold it when you aren’t shooting.

‘Now, you do it.’ He had set the reassembled gun back on the table and stepped back to watch you. You had tried to notice every detail of what he had done, and slowly picked up the gun. You took your time to palm over the metal, looking at all of the small pieces and buttons to press. You took your time as you disassembled the gun, then pieced it all back together, looking back to the man to ensure you were doing it correct every few steps. You then reloaded the gun and placed it back on the station table.

‘Well done.’ He looks down to you and taking a pause as he catches your glance, then continues.

‘The next thing to go over is your positioning when firing the gun, and how you should hold the gun.’ You were beaming from the inside, you had done it correctly and it made you feel great. Your manager lashing out at you had completely left your mind you were now filling with pride as you continued to learn from…

‘Hey, I never got your name, what is it?’ You looked back to him as he was stepping away to show you stances. He paused and looked back over his shoulder to you, turning his body eventually to face you.

‘Simon, but most call me Ghost.’ He then waved you over, pushing out any time to ask about the name Ghost, but you didn’t mind and assumed it had come from the military as you’d heard plenty of people being called names other than their own growing up.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes you went over the proper stances of holding the gun when firing and how to alter your grip to better hold the gun. You often took note of how easy it had looked for him, like it was built into him like talking or thinking. After a little while he handed the gun to you and asked you to show him the proper stances, some of which he gave you pointers.

‘Angle your foot like this.’ as he showed you on his own foot. ‘Try to engage your shoulders more, and move your hips like I did’ The small tips made you nervous at first feeling that you were doing it wrong, but you blocked them out and convinced yourself it would take time to learn and practice the proper stances. You both took a break to have water and returned to the room where the gun was lying on the station table.

‘Alright, go ahead and show me what you know. As if you were going to fire the gun.’ You looked up to him, before taking a breath and moving up to the station. You took your time as you showed that you knew the anatomy of the gun quite well now and could reload it, then taking off the safety.

Ghost had only watched and not said anything as you began to take stance. You gripped the gun as best you could remember him showing you, and spread your feet slightly. You remembered his tip on your foot placement and your shoulders and adjusted them accordingly. He gave a small nod as you stood still and pushed himself off the wall he was leant up on, as if you were about to fire at the paper person that was incredibly far away.

You felt his gloved hand go over yours, and you sucked in a breath, his voice almost whispering to you.

‘Remember, you have to put his hand here and then leave your finger entirely off the trigger until you are ready to fire.’ You slowly relaxed your hand muscles, allowing him hand to slightly adjust yours and placed your finger flat against the gun, knowing you weren’t going to fire. He was standing directly behind you as you didn’t dare to change your positioning, chills had gone down your spine and back but you didn’t bother with them now.

‘I-is this better?’ Speaking without moving he slowly backed off of you to look over your stance. Again, you felt his gloved hand but now it was on your hip, gently pushing inwards. You adjusted like playdough as he moved you into the correct form not making any comment as he did so, although your breathing couldn’t help but pick up. He took a second to leave you in the stance, and then spoke.

‘There you are. Now, try and totally relax your body and step away from the station. Then I want you to try and do it again on your own.’ Still feeling nervous you let your muscles relax, almost setting them into place where they were. You put the safety on the gun and placed it down stepping back from the bench, taking a deep breath. The nervousness began to fade as you wanted to do it properly you began to feel confident. With another breath and your eyes laser focused on the gun you step up with a little more speed and begin to disassemble and reassemble the gun. After it had been put back together you grabbed it and attempted to move into a firing position.

You went through a checklist in your head of all of the things he had tried to correct you on previously, altering how you stood in small ways. Your foot positioning, your foot width, your shoulders, your hips, your hands, and your arms. Finally you let out another breath and let your muscles relax as you waited for his input.

‘There you go, you’ve done it.’ A smile crept over your face breaking the serious focus you’d had before, and placed the gun back onto the table after ensuring the safety was on. You turned around slowly to face him who was leaning again on the wall as you spoke.

‘Well I definitely don’t have it perfect yet, and I still have to shoot it as well.’ You take a glance to the clock on the wall and realize it had been far longer than you expected and that you had to work again tomorrow. You didn’t want to leave yet but knew that it was wrong to keep this place open this long anyways and decided you should get home, you had learned plenty for one day.

‘I know it may be asking a lot, but do you think you could help me with that as well some time?’ He looked up to you from the other area of the room where he had been looking before,

‘Sure. Same place and time next week.’ He set the remote down and took one last look at you before collecting his pistole and giving a head nod goodbye. Before he had made his way out of the building you pushed out a ‘thank you!’ as you watched he slowed his pace slightly, acknowledging what you said. He made his way out of the building as the doors chimed, you couldn’t help but feel like an excited child knowing that you would get to see him again.

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ghostybaby000 · 13 days

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After Hours | Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I recommend going back to the part one listed above to start this adventure of a read!

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+, violent theme, guns, yelling, future smut

(Not fully edited, apologies for any inconsistencies!)

‘Just here to return this’ One of the other men had come up to the desk dangling a golf cart key just over the counter. You leave your palm out as he puts it in your hand, you take it as you force a small smile over your face.

‘Have a good night you guys.’ A wave sending them off as they bid you a goodnight and made their way for the door. You looked under the desk to get the lock box for the keys and other items as you hear the door chime, they were gone. You took a long deep breath out as your manager made his way out the back door yelling something like- don’t forget the lights, although you couldn’t muster the energy to care. Your eyes began to swell again with tears and embarrassment as you grabbed the lock box and sat up in your chair. You practically drop the box when you see a tall man standing in front of you-silently. You scramble to grab the few things that had fallen out of the box, trying to regain your composure.

‘S-sorry I thought you guys had left, is there something I can get for you?’ You try to discreetly wipe away the tears that had been forming in your eyes as he stands there, now letting his posture relax. You had never interacted with just him before, it was always a team member that had spoken up or taken the lead.

‘I’d like to practice some indoor shooting.’ He looked down at you and only his eyes were visible through his mask, his accented voice was gruff almost as if it were the first time he was speaking today.

‘Oh well were about to clo-‘ You stop yourself, your hand on the lockbox with all the keys inside it to the facility. You were still upset from how your manager had treated you, upset in a way that made you feel embarrassed but also furious. You had worked here for so long without fail, and had in no way deserved to be spoken to like that. Thinking about it made your eyes sting as you shook your head to look back up at the man.

‘That’s right, you guys close earlier on the weekends.’ He tapped a hand on the desk as he spun to leave.

‘N-no, that’s okay. I can open it up for a little.’ You would need time to finish cleaning everything up and locking all the doors, you never liked having a closing shift. The cameras had been clicked off, you were meant to turn them on before leaving as you stood to hopefully get him to stay.

He slowly turned around and made his way back over placing his card on the desk, looking at you for a moment and then walking off towards the door to the range. You reached to grab the keys and a set of ear muffs for yourself after ringing him up, then unlocking the door you both stepped inside. Stepping in with him handing him back his card, you felt a surge of guilt rush over you. You stuffed it down, where the rage had made you feel so hot and panicked that you wouldn’t let it out, not till you were gone or alone anyways.

He gives you a small thanks as he heads to grab a gun and ammunition that he had with him. His voice was less scratchy now that he had spoken and you felt good allowing yourself to get away from the work place, now you were just watching someone shoot. There was no harm in keeping the place open for a little while longer, and nobody else was here. On top of that, you had made money from him so your manager should have no reason to argue it, if he were to ever find out.

He sat in his station and began to load his pistol, the smaller gun of choice from the wall of AK’s and other various large guns. He loaded it calmly with precision beyond what you had seen from watching anyone else. He motioned a thumbs up to you, signaling that he was ready to shoot, as you moved up the thick paper person cut out. He flattens him hand in a motion to stop, the distance was quite far from him, you supposed he was trying to practice his long range.

BANG.

He dropped the gun to his side, looking at the small paper from where he was, very focused. After a moment, he gave you a look and a head turn as you brought the paper closer into view. He had five shots that would have easily killed, placed around the cutout’s skull, one of them being practically dead between the eyes. You couldn’t help but come closer for a better look, taking off one earmuff to hear him.

‘Well, it looks like you know what you’re doing…’ You still looked dumbfounded at the paper cut out when he turned to you.

‘Would you like to do another one?’ You mutter out, as he looked at you, his eyes bouncing between one or the other when he responded.

‘Sure, thanks.’ You both spent another twenty or so minutes, setting new targets to practice as you sat watching him shoot effortlessly. You were caught off guard when he spoke to you again.

‘You really haven’t shot before?’ He didn’t look at you as if he were mocking you, but as if he was genuinely curious.

‘No, I didn’t really expect to land this job.’ You looked away sheepishly as you were embarrassed yet again, you could feel your cheeks getting flush. You sat up straight when you realized this meant he had heard the conversation your boss had been spitting at you, you felt the need to continue.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t have the money for a coach and don’t want to bother anyone on the range.’ You were fiddling with the buttons on the remote when he walked over to you and spoke.

‘You should know how to, even if it’s just for your own safety.’ His voice had taken a more stern tone as you looked up to him he went on.

‘Working here, you never know who you could run into and how you may have to protect yourself.’ He headed towards the rack of guns to replace the AK he had been holding as he spoke.

You decided that he was right- even if it was just to protect yourself you should know how to at least load and unload a gun. You had hardly ever held a gun, let alone properly and you didn’t know the stance or- your thoughts stopped as a gleaming gun was being held out to you.

‘I can help you learn the basics.’ He looked at you with half lidded eyes as he motioned for you to grab the gun. All of a sudden you became nervous, he was far more knowledgeable about weaponry and you felt that you would be embarrassed by not really knowing anything. No. You wanted to learn, you needed to learn as well, for safety. Who would be a better teacher than him?

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ghostybaby000 · 15 days

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After Hours | Part 1

Part 2

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: Working has already made you feel exhausted, not to mention an awful manager making it far worse. You find yourself wanting to quit, that is until a tall masked figure gives you a reason to stay.

Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: 18+, violent theme, guns, yelling, future smut

(Not fully edited, apologies for any inconsistencies!)

It was that time again, 7am. You grab your keys and purse, a coffee and a muffin to go making your way out of your home you head to work. You take the same route as always being sure to say hello to the other workers when you pull into the lot. You gather your items and head inside to the same front desk and chair waiting for you, that had been there the past 2 years without fail. You get yourself situated setting up your notepad for any callers and sip on your coffee relaxing into the chair.

You sit up to look more professional watching as two larger men walk in the door holding guns.

‘What can I do for you this morning?’ You smile to them, as they had been frequent customers at this smaller gun range for quite some time. They come over to you, pleased as always to see a smiling face, they were still in their uniforms. The gun range was quite close to a military base, making military personal a regular.

‘Good morning Y/N, the regular please.’ You give them a small nod as you check them out and hand them a golfcart key to get around the facility. They gave thanks and make their way outside, being sure to wave goodbye as they rounded the corner. You had worked here for quite some time, as your father had known many people that came to the range- they reached out needing help and you seemed fit. You went into the interview knowing that you didn’t have much knowledge on weapons or guns hoping they would give you a side job. The manager decided that would be best, and let you work up front with your ‘pretty face’ to attract customers. A small part of you took offense but you let it go, because you were excited to be working somewhere close to home and where you knew a few people.

Working up front you didn’t have to handle any weapons or fix any issues with them either, you simply had to check people out and give them ammunition which you didn’t mind. You began to recognize others and slowly made yourself a good fit in their community, people reaching out with Christmas cards or asking about your wellbeing. One person had never done such a thing, and that was one of the men from the military. He didn’t have a name on his chest and always remained ominously quiet and vigilante, something you noticed quickly. He always came in with 2 or 3 other members in the group but had never showed alone which only making you more curious of him. Today he hadn’t shown, nor had the typical group of other tall strong men.

You continued to check people out until the day had reached its end, and you were plenty tired ready to get some sleep. You made your way back to your car, packed up your belongings and headed back to your home. You got in the door and settled down making dinner and watching a show before getting to bed. You wake again to the small alarm clock on your bedside table, reaching over to gently turn it off, another day had started. You typically woke at 7 everyday as it made getting up for work easier, you started to make some breakfast and put on coffee, taking in some time to relax. A little later into the afternoon you received a text from a coworker asking if you could cover their shift as she was feeling unwell. You groan out as you fall back against the couch cushions, this was your day off and you just wanted to stay at home and relax. You knew though that they were understaffed and needed help whenever they could get it and that you wouldn’t say no. You gathered your things and headed back to the range, and thought to yourself that at least you got to make a good breakfast.

On the drive over it dawns on you that you could be doing more from your job, not just working the front desk. You hadn’t ever been offered a promotion by the snobby manager and was quickly shut down the last time you mentioned it to them. You tried to not hold any sort of grudge against people, yet the way the manager spoke to you and the other workers made you feel as if you would quit on the spot after your interactions, although you never had. You stayed because the other workers needed your help, and you needed the income not to mention getting to see people that were close enough to be considered friends. You shook the thoughts from your head as you pulled onto the gravel pathway and parked. Getting inside and settled in a few minutes, you gaze around the shop and found it to be quiet and calm as the mornings tended to be.

You help customers as the day progresses, making small chit chat being sure to welcome everyone who comes in. The range wasn’t too busy today, only a few people every hour which you enjoyed as it gave you some time to clean the monitors you used and sweep the floor around you.

You were sweeping up the last pile when you heard your manager begin yelling at someone from the office, with a slam of the door just down the hall. You groaned as you quickly picked up the small dirt pile you had accumulated and put it in the bin, moving to your work station swiftly. The manager now almost screaming at points of his argument, your palms begin to get sweaty and everything in you hopes that a customer doesn’t come in. You stand there nervously as people pass by the front door, you look away in hopes they won’t feel the need to come and say hello.

SLAM the phone had been hung up, making you wince as it did. You tried to act normally and as if you didn’t hear anything when you heard his office door open. You didn’t dare to ask him what it was about knowing that it would only blow up in your face, so you decide to start typing away at the computer. His boots came thudding down the small hallway as you tried to take deep breaths, telling yourself to not look his way. He stops right next to you, still huffing from yelling on the phone.

‘Where’s Catherine?’ He glares at you when you stop typing and start to look over at him, he was sweating from yelling and quite red too.

‘Well.. she texted me saying-‘

‘I didn’t ask what she texted you- where is she?’ His tone grew more firm as he leaned in closer to you.

‘She said she wasn’t feeling well so I came in to cover for her shift…’ You now had your hands placed on your lap looking between him and down to the floor, afraid of the man that stood in front of you and how he would react.

‘well that’s just GREAT.’ He slams his hands on the counter and begins to pace the small area in front of the desk, then moving them to cover his face.

‘She should have contacted me. Not you, ME then I could have told her that someone would cover for her- and it wouldn’t of been you.’ He looks at you when he stops pacing. You furrow your brows and look back to the floor.

‘See, you’re going into overtime now- you’re meant to only be part time which means I have to pay more!’ His voice was now booming through the small building while you sat quietly looking down to your hands in your lap or the desk, anything that wasn’t able to yell back at you.

‘You know what, don’t come in next week. I-I cant afford it now thanks to Catherine.’ You look up now, you couldn’t miss work for a week, you had mortgage due soon and electric bills to pay and you had to buy groceries-

‘I cant miss work that long I have mortgage due this next week…could I come in for just a few hours?’ You regretted saying the words as they left your lips, watching as a smile grew over his face as he walked towards you. Your own eyes began to feel hot and watery but you wouldn’t let yourself cry.

‘You can’t pay bills? No, I can’t pay bills! Not with people like you going overtime behind my back-you…you can afford to miss work your job isn’t essential around here! I can manage to ring people out for a while and eat a muffin at the same time- You can’t even use a gun properly and you think your fit to work here!?-‘ His tangent quickly cut off making the room feel a whole lot more quiet. The tears welting in your eyes that he couldn’t see had dropped to your pants. The door had opened and the same group of 3 had walked into the building wearing their uniforms, they must have checked in earlier this morning before you’d arrived. He immediately backs away from the counter to simply tapping his thumbs on the desk attempting to act casually. He was even more red now not that the customers could see, as he stared you down.

‘Alright. You lock up, I’m going home.’ He turns to face the customers now. ‘And you gentlemen, we are closing soon but please just ask Y/N for anything you need, have a good night.’ He walks back the office where the door now gently closed as you heard him gathering his things preparing to leave.

You were sure they had heard the manager through the door, there’s no way they hadn’t. Yet if they had heard, they were acting as if it was the same as any other day- except the one with the mask. He was looking at you for quite some time across the room before the group came up to the desk.

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ghostybaby000 · 26 days

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Who's at the door? | Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I suggest going back to part one (above) too start this adventure of a read

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+, violent theme, flirting, smut

He uses his knees to lift himself with a small pop and moves towards the door. You hesitate at first but then move to grab your phone and change into pants that didn’t smell of smoke. You met him by the door as you locked your apartment and went back to his where he began to prepare food. You watch from sitting at the bar as he cut up already cooked chicken and spices, and noticed that he seemed skilled when preparing food. No recipe to follow, no YouTube videos needed, just him and what he knew. He explained that he would be making an alfredo of the sorts, chicken alfredo with plenty of sauce that had you excited, not that you could be picky in a moment like this.

As he was preparing the meal he saw you watching him, and picked up a small piece of cheese that was for the toppings and reaching over the counter, led it to the entrance of your mouth. You looked at him for a moment before opening your mouth and slowly taking the piece of cheese, catching his finger tips in your mouth making them slightly wet. His hand stays held out in front of your face for a moment before he put down the grater and walked over to where you were sitting on the other side of the counter, your heart lurched.

He stood there for a moment before taking his hand to cup your face, his rough thumb rubbing over your lip gently. The butterflies exploded out of your stomach and into your throat, your face became bright red as you looked at him intensely, he was such a large man but was so gentle. Before he could move his thumb away you slightly opened your mouth, almost inviting his fingers in. His grip around your face slightly tightened as he let his thumb fall over your lips. He was standing in front of you, looking down to you as you just barley lick the tip of his thumb. That was all it took-within a moment he checked everything was off, and had you over his shoulder, headed to the bedroom and you certainly weren’t going to stop him. He set you down in the bed and closed the door before turning back to you, you sat quietly and watched him as your heart was now racing and beating harder than it ever had. He made his way over to the bed standing over you now. He looked at you with a glint in his eyes that made you feel more nervous for what was to come.

He took the bottom of his shirt you were wearing and began to take it off of you, being sure to be gentle around your bandaged arm and once the shirt was off you had a second to see his bulge fighting to get out of his pants. He got in the bed in front of you so that his legs were over yours and you were both face to face. Your hand came up slowly to touch the outside of his mask near his lip area. He looked down at you and then used his own hand to lift the mask just enough to see his lips and the bottom of his nose.

You took a moment to watch his eyes, darted between them both, when he kissed you. The kiss was gentle at first and then turned into a wet messy tangle of tongue. Before you could react his tongue had been in your mouth, with one of his hands holding him up and the other working at your pants.

The room fell hot as you both clambered out of clothing, him ripping your pants off, panties with it- his own shirt and pants coming off in the process. His bulge begging to be let out, he gets closer to you and begins to rub you with his cock through his underwear. You let out a small moan at feeling his size but quickly suck in the breath.

‘Let me here you love’ He had been staring at you while your eyes were closed relishing in the moment. You knew that you were wet already, something that hadn’t happened before sex with anyone. You quickly open your eyes as he thrusts harder into you, you realize how badly you want him groaning as you feel his size even from the outside, as he made his way down to pleasure you first.

‘Already wet for me…What a good girl.’ You felt a warmth already mounting in your stomach that made your legs try and close, but he wouldn’t let them.

He had been gentle at first with this too, soon after eating you as if it was his last meal. He slid a finger in between your folds as you let out a moan that you hadn’t expected. His finger enters you and you arch your back to him- his finger felt like two of your own. Then he added another, your back arching even higher as you grip his sheets, he felt so good-he adds another after a moment causing you to sharply inhale, you hadn’t ever been this stretched. The warm ball in your stomach was filling as you felt yourself riding his calloused hand, and he let you.

He takes a moment to sit up while fingering your now sopping wet cunt. He leans up and over you his face covered in your slick, removing his fingers from you. You look to him as he stops, your face red and eyes wide.

‘You ready love?’ He sees your out of breath after moaning into the air already tired as you beg. You nod your head yes as you watch him,

‘Y-Yes..yes I’m ready.’ You arch again without him even touching you, the warm squeeze in your stomach making you desperate to have him inside you.

‘Please, I-I want you so badly.’ You whimper to him as he backs off the bed to abandon his underwear and his cock springs out of his pants as he faces you from the edge of the bed. He grabs both of your ankles and pulls you over along the bed to be right on the edge.

The pain in your arm long gone, he takes you from the edge of the bed, slowly inserting himself into your wet folds. You let out a shriek as he gets about halfway inside you wrapping your legs around him feeling his meaty cock stretching you like it hadn’t been before. He began trusting into you faster now, you grasp at his back as he reached that little spot inside that you couldn’t yourself. You started moaning out, begging of him not to stop.

‘You’re being such a good girl for me, taking this cock so well love.’ He groans out emphasizing his words as he pummels into your body. He flips you over the edge and this time taking you faster. He’s almost lifting you off the ground, as he pushes your legs together and continues to punish your sensitive walls. He grabs both hands and brings them behind your back, not allowing you to move much. You can hardly tell what’s happening when he flips you over again to face him.

‘I feel you getting tight round’ me, cum on my cock baby, do it for me I want to watch your face as you take this cock so fucking well’ You feel the warmth in your stomach to almost be too much now, as he lifts your legs and continues to drill into you. You look up to him, feeling your legs wan to close, but he holds them open his stare demanding it of you, when it happens. You feel the surge of climax run through your body up your spine until you are shaking and out of breath.

‘Ohh yess baby…that’s a good girl for me….oh shiit.’ He groans out through clenched teeth continuing to thrust into you, and then allows himself now to finish as well. His warmth spreading through your insides and seeping out your hole as he slows in thrusts until every drop had been deposited inside you. You lay still on the bed for a moment watching him as he kisses your legs softly and leaves to fetch a warm cloth. He cleans you both up and you lay for a moment before he carries you out to the couch.

‘Well, should I finish dinner then?’ He asks as he looks down to you, who is watching him intently, his shirt back on your body along with your underwear.

‘Sure, do you need any help? You look to him with soft eyes as he smiles and lifts your hand to kiss it.

‘I’ve got it love, don’t want you to do a thing but sit ere’ and relax.’ He smiles as he kisses the top of your head and makes his way into the kitchen, you could definitely get used to this.

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ghostybaby000 · 27 days

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Who's at the door? | Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I suggest going back to part one (above) to start this adventure of a read

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+, violent theme, fire, future smut, symptoms of panic, light flirting

(Not fully edited, apologies for anything incorrect!)

Without saying a word he runs it under warm water and walks back over to you, you lift your arm to him now- he clearly knew what he was doing. Refusing to make eye contact you hold still as the warm cloth sooths the burns feeling that’s being uncovered. You take a slow inhale as he articulately removes the bandage, and you see your arm gasping as its revealed. He was right, the burn had begun to swell and blister, being a few inches long with inflammation that wrapped around your arm, you had been burned far worse than you thought.

‘It was worse earlier’ He took his focus off of your arm as he opened the box of ointment and Band-Aids. You feel suddenly grateful for such a person, that was willing to run into flames and smoke, to save you. Now you realize the emblem on the shirt you were wearing matched what was on his sweatpants, he was military. You understood his courage now and his impressive build. He was quite tall compared to you, making the entire apartment feel smaller.

‘There we are.’ He finishes bandaging your arm with a new dressing and begins to put the items away. He makes a gesture towards the seat at the bar and you take it, sitting was more of a relief then you expected. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and slides it over to you, making no comment on the matter and instead sitting down as well. The both of you sat in silence for a while- just thinking over everything that had happened. Finally, you decide that you should get back to your room, your phone and all of your belongings to make some phone calls.

‘I should be getting back to my apartment, I can change over there and get this back to you later’ You pull at the sleeve that was above your wound to cover it, again talking to the floor.

‘I can head over there with you if you’d like.’ He looks over at you, waiting for eye contact, until you meet his gaze and begin to blush.

‘really you don’t have to, you’ve already done plenty for me I don’t want to burden you-‘

‘It’s not a problem at all.’ He cuts you off slightly as he stands waiting to follow you out. You both get up and leave, not realizing where you are just yet. He takes the lead and moves down the hall just to the right of you when you see the door. He had kicked it in and destroyed the lock to get in the apartment but it had been replaced already, the only signifier that anything had happened being boot marks on the door.

‘Did you…fix this?’ You look up to him with your brow furred.

‘Well yeah, I bloody broke it first’ A small smile came over both of your faces as you went into your apartment, which you realized was unlocked for many hours. The smell of smoke was overpowering, your eyes watering off reflex. The door or smoke didn’t bother you once you had seen the stove, blackened, and covered in char the pan a charcoal color with the walls being burt as well made your heart drop.

‘I assume you were cooking?’ He says as he moves the burnt pan with a pop as it comes off the stove.

‘Trying to…’ Your voice fades as you continue to look at the damage that had been done to your appliance. You feel a drop in your stomach again as you realize what it’s going to cost to replace your stove and repaint the walls. You had just moved in and this is what happens, you try and make yourself food and the mirror breaks and then the smoke, and the stinging in your eyes- you couldn’t do it. You felt your body start to give way and made your way over to the couch, and began to cry. The smell of the smoke from the walls had begun to die down after you had adjusted to it and after a minute or so you sat backwards and took in a breath, your crying beginning to stop. You felt a large hand on your shoulder, rubbing it back and fourth with the thumb. You sit forward almost out of his reach and look backwards at the masked man.

‘I’ve just realized through all of this I never got your name. Wha-what is your name?’

‘People call me Ghost.’ He takes his hand off of your shoulder and comes to sit next to you, creating a dip in the cushion that the couch had never felt before. You take in another breath to process that he had said his name was, Ghost? You felt your face beginning to calm down after crying, your breath steady now you broke the silence.

‘Does that name come from the military?’ You ask looking at the emblem on his shirt you wore. He nodded slowly, his eyes looking down to his hands resting on his thighs. This time, he breaks the silence, moving his gaze to your face which was a blush pink, looking into your eyes.

‘Well…aren’t you going to say your name?’ You can tell he is smiling by the crinkle in his eyes, you let out a small laugh as you turn to him.

‘I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.’ You reach out your hand as if you were going to introduce yourself for the first time. He slowly reaches out his own hand with a light laugh and gently shakes yours, you now realize that his hands are far larger than you had thought, and rough too. For a moment he holds your hand before again letting his reassume their position on his legs.

‘I guess I won’t be cooking for a while.’ You look at him, a small sarcastic smile on your face.

‘Yeah you might want to stick to microwaving things for a little.’ He glances at you, then back down to his legs. You don’t let go of his eyes though, still watching him. He looks back to you and this time, he stares into your eyes refusing to break the eye contact you feel those butterflies again as you look down bashfully.

‘While you might not be cooking here, you do know where I live and I can cook without burning the place down.’ His eyes still solidly fixed on yours, half lidded and slowly blinking.

‘I would appreciate the company.’ He adds as his hand moves up and down his thigh as he rubbed it slowly.

‘I-I don’t want to burden you at all I’m sure your busy…’ You look to him and then his hand.

‘Well I’ve got to eat at some point, why not share it?’ his accent making the butterflies in your stomach only stronger.

‘If you insist, I would enjoy dinner actually I’m quite hungry.’

‘Lets go then, grab your things.’

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ghostybaby000 · 28 days

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Who's at the door? | Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I recommend going back to part one to start this adventure of a read!

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+, violent theme, fire, future smut, symptoms of panic

(Not fully edited, apologies for anything incorrect!)

You didn’t remember much when you woke up in an unfamiliar room. All you knew is that your eyes ached every time you tried to open them and that your arm felt as if it were being pricked with small needles whenever you touched it from under the covers. You didn’t try to open your eyes, the panic of not knowing where you are not taking effect until minutes later.

You sat up upright, fear and adrenaline taking over forcing your eyes open as tears filled them with cool air hitting their surface. You see now that you’re in a bedroom, the door closed with a shirt on that certainly wasn’t yours. It was larger than anything you owned, long-sleeved with a symbol on the upper right chest that you didn’t recognize. You lifted the sleeve to see that your arm was covered in a large bandage, you felt panic crawl up your spine. Where were you? Who’s apartment was this? What happened to the fire? Did you pass out? How long had you been out? Had this person touched you- or done something worse while you were unconscious?

Your mind making you feel more panicked, you tore off the covers stepping out of the bed moving for the door. A rush of a headache swelled in your head, making you physically stop and groan. You thought for a moment that you should open the door and try to run, someone had kidnapped you! Well they’d saved you, you think. You began to recall the memories of the event, the blaze of heat and the stinging in your eyes, then the banging. Was this the person that had been banging and eventually bashed in your door?

Sweat now beading on your forehead you crack open the door, peering out. The room appeared empty so you opened it further to see a living room and small kitchen, both of which were clean and organized, and quite dull. You didn’t hear anything happening inside the apartment so you stepped out, taking a moment to look around at your surroundings. The couch and coffee table were plain, a blanket thrown over the couch and the remote sitting alone on the table. The kitchen had few appliances that were visible, and a shallow sink that appeared clean other than the singular coffee cup in it, now filled with water. You started thinking to yourself as you cautiously made your way through the apartment.

Someone was here...Well of course someone was here but who leaves a stranger in their bed alon-

*Click* The lock to the apartment door slid into being open.

You should run, run and hide- you could grab a knife and attack them, or try and force your way out or-the door is opening quick move- move legs!

There you stood, frozen behind the counter as a hulking figure made their way inside. As the figure turned around to lock the door, you began to slowly back away towards the bedroom. If you could make it there maybe you could open a window and escape. What you saw now, peering around the corner was a man in a mask that left his eyes and brows visible, standing at over 6 foot shifting his weight with a grocery bag in his hands, he had seen you.

‘You’re up-‘ He begins to walk towards you letting his keys fall into his sweatpants pocket. You backed away timidly, not trusting his calming tone. He stops moving and instead lifts the bag slightly.

‘These are for you, well your arm more specifically.’ He pointed to your injured arm as you look to the bag and saw that there are boxes of what you assume are bandages. You touch your arm in reflex and immediately let go feeling pain surge over the surface of the skin. Your headache that had started to fade was back now and worse, you had to know what was going on.

‘Who are you-did you…Were you the one who broke into my apartment?’ Your eyes flickering between his and the door behind him.

‘Yes, I found you on the floor you were barely breathing.’ He started to move closer to you now, ignoring you stepping back from him. He passes you to get to the counter where you remain an arm’s reach away from him, as he dumped the bag of Band-Aids and ointment on the countertop. He continued to talk while rummaging through what he bought and putting them into a drawer nearby.

‘Your arm was quite bad so I bandaged it while you were out and-‘

‘This is yours then too?’ You interrupted him as you pinched the shirt that looked more like a dress on you.

‘Yeah your shirt was a mess with holes and stains so I gave you that one.’ He looked over to you and saw as concern grew on your face about removing your clothes while unconscious.

‘Nothing…nothing happened just so y’know.’ His voice stern as he shut the drawer and faced you entirely. You breathed out slightly, more questions pounding through your mind.

‘What happened to my apartment- is everything gone, did the fire station show?’

He paused to look over at you then taking a seat at the bar, interlocking his hands in front of him.

‘I came over with an extinguisher after I heard the alarm goin’ on for so long. There’s damage to your stove and the pan that was on it, a bit to the wall as well but other than that the place was alright.’ The breath of relief finally leaving your chest. His accent was far more pronounced now that you had a moment to hear him and look him over. He was quite built, it was no wonder the door came crashing in so easily.

‘I-I don’t know what to say, I hadn’t even gotten to introduce myself to you and here you are saving my life.’ You feel tears welting from pain or embarrassment you couldn’t tell, your voice and head lowering to look at the floor, you continue under shaking breath,

‘No one else knows about me moving here, and I don’t know anyone in the area yet-nobody would have come in time…’

He stops moving for a second thinking to answer and then continues,

‘You don’t need to say thank you, it was an emergency.’ There was a pause between the two of you.

‘Well… letting me in your home and bandaging me weren’t emergencies’ You say as you look up to him. He stands and walks over to you-towering over you easily, making a small huff noise as he stood.

‘It’s probably about time we change that dressing. You were out for a few hours at least.’

Pulling the sleeve up your arm, he begins to pull off the bandage that was covering your forearm and you wince. He pauses and looks at you, a small glint in his eye that made you feel- butterflies? At a time like this- after a horrible incident where you could have died, and your feeling butterflies. You ignore them for the time being as he lets go of your arm to grab a washcloth.

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ghostybaby000 · 29 days

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Who's at the door? | Part 1

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley X reader

Summary: You've just moved into your new home when a horrible accident happens. You are alone and haven't yet met the neighbors. You feel yourself loosing consciousness, as you hear someone banging at the door- but who could it be?

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+, violent theme, fire, future smut, symptoms of panic.

(Not fully edited yet, apologies for anything incorrect!)

A lovely Saturday morning no work, no chores, nothing to worry about except which movie you want to watch. In your relatively new apartment, you found it hard to adjust to where things had been before in your previous home. This apartment was larger with a full bathroom and enough of a bedroom to fit a king and a dresser comfortably. You sit on the couch while the sun begins to rise overhead, a cup of tea in hand while flipping through the channels. You decide to put on a game show for something entertaining as background noise while you get up to put on some breakfast.

After preparing some eggs and toast, you settle into the nook of the couch where you had made it comfortable from sitting. Breakfast was quite good to your surprise as you hadn’t always been the best cook, so you ate and had a moment to take in the enjoyment of your new place. Where you had lived before there was always loud noises and people that were entirely rude whenever you were interacting, leading you to eventually leave. From there you cleaned up the kitchen and chose to take a refreshing shower, now that you had a full bathroom it made it much more enjoyable when you wanted to relax. You cleaned up, not bothering to do anything with your hair because you were staying home and might as well relax on your day off.

The rest of the day was spent reading and watching older movies while having snacks- the perfect day off in your mind. Dinner time rolled around when you decided you wanted to have something a little more fancy for dinner, considering you had time to prepare food now and you left to get some groceries. While shopping you searched for what to have, finally landing on a seafood dish with some vegetables as a side. Checking out and leaving you made your way back thoroughly excited to make a good hot meal.

While cooking and watching YouTube videos on how to prepare such a dish, you found yourself feeling rather lonely. Looking around your apartment with no significant other and no pets it made the space feel desolate, not that this sort of thing would normally bother you. For most of your life you were independent and had only fallen into a few short and flimsy relationships that never seemed to benefit you. Instead, you had decided to focus more on school and other hobbies-yet now you almost wanted the company, having just work to do and nothing to come home to made you feel disheartened.

Just as cooking dinner was coming to a close, you were spooked when something in the other room toppled over. It sounded like glass, and you immediately felt the need to flee and see what it was; Upon doing so you found a larger mirror that was leant up against the wall had fallen, glass shards covering the floor you regretted not asking a neighbor to help you hang it sooner now dreading the chore of cleaning up all the small bits and pieces. Your nervousness when introducing yourself had prevented chatting to the neighbors although you had lived there for about a month now. You went into the hallway closet to get the broom and dustpan-the only thing you remembered the location of as you cleaned often, beginning to pick up the larger pieces.

You had entirely forgotten about the food you were preparing as you took a sniff of the air, and it hit you-you had left the stove on. You rush out of the room to see the kitchen beginning to fill with smoke, no need to worry because you could simply remove the pan from the stove top and douse it in water right? No no you couldn’t, you were using an oil to cook and if it caught fire then it would only make it worse. The fire alarm started as you began coughing, recklessly rummaging through the drawers to find oven mitts. BEEP BEEP BEEP.

You finally get them just as the oil in the pan begins to pop and sizzle over the edge of the skillet. Your oven was in no way new, as the tannate of the building said, ‘it works’. You didn’t take this into consideration in the moment as the luxury of a new apartment had flooded your brain. BEEP BEEP BEEP You now felt lightheaded as you tried to move the pan, wincing as you were burned with the popping oil. You had moved too quickly, and the oil went over the back side of the skillet- a roaring flash of flames in front of you caused you to drop the skillet on the stove- there was no retrieving it now. BEEP BEEP BEEP. You tried to think as your eyes were stinging through smoke watering as they searched for a fire extinguisher. You hadn’t realized how dizzy you had gotten until trying to stand after checking under the sink of the apartment with no extinguisher to be found, feeling like you were going to faint at any second you knew you had to get out. You pushed through the haze, trying to find your phone and leave but there was no luck, forget the phone. BEEP BEEP BEEP.

You now fell to the floor, crawling to get to the door but you just wouldn’t make it. In the moment it had felt like minutes upon minutes were going by, although it had only probably been 3 or 4 minutes total- your eyes squeezed shut to try and stop the stinging. BEEP BEEP BEEP. You made it just out of the kitchen and towards the door as your vision went dim and you could hardly muster a breath. BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Now you were on the floor, the smoke intensity seemed to have gotten better you began clawing at the floor to get out. Your lungs felt heavy and your throat burned horribly as your vision began to fade. The sound of the alarm getting more distant now, your head filling with horrible thoughts, and then you heard it.

BANG BANG BANG The door to the apartment rattled.

‘HELLO- ARE YOU A’RIHT?’ An accented voice from just outside the door called. BANG BANG, the door was being beaten viciously by the person outside.

‘HELLO..CAN you hear me-‘

Their voice growing father and farther away as you began to lose consciousness -you couldn’t manage to breathe now at all, as the door was kicked in and everything went black.

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He found you. Again. | Part 4

part 1 part 2 part 3

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I suggest going back to the previous parts of this juicy read first! They're each linked above.

Warnings: 18+, violence, blood, stabbing, light flirting, symptoms of a panic attack.

Word count: 2.5k

(Not entirely edited, apologies for any incorrect information!)

You opened your eyes slowly to see his now bare hand extended towards you. He had taken the bloody glove off although you picked up that his knuckles were still deep red, one of them split. Taking his hand, he led you out of the hallway where you caught a glance at what once looked like a man. He was now covered with a bloody face, swollen eyes, a cut brow bone and what appeared to be a broken nose. You think you saw what was a blade stuck in his side and turned your head at the sight as you continued being led out. Ghost hadn’t said another word as the thoughts pounded through your head, leaving your apartment any phone or personal item left behind, stepping over the broken shards of the lamp and the bulb it held. There was a person on your floor bleeding-was he dead? Was he unconscious? Did you need to call the police? What would happen to him? What would happen to Ghost? How do you even begin to explain this to-

You were at his apartment room door. He dropped your hand for a moment to unlock the door and reconnected to lead you inside. You hesitated as he gave a small tug looking back at you,

‘It’s alright.’ You don’t know exactly what it was that made you go inside, but you did and he took you over to the bathroom. He opened the door and told you to wait, returning within a minute a T-shirt and sweatpants in hand, and gave them to you.

‘Go on and shower up, I’ll be out ere’ when your done.’ He told you this and made his way to his living room taking off his other glove in the process.

You stood surprised for a moment and then realized that you had sweat and fear riddling your body still and decided to have a shower after all. Feeling the hot water you didn’t realize you needed so badly you broke down, all at once and found yourself weeping on the floor of a stranger’s shower, for how long there was no telling. Once you were done you changed into his clothes that were far too large for you and stared into the mirror, your body was tired and it showed, your eyes were puffy red which you assumed would last a few days and your hair was rough considering you didn’t use any products.

You slowly opened the door to see Ghost making up a bed on the couch with an extra pillow and blanket in the low lit room. You weren’t exactly sure what his plan was but you thought it considerate nonetheless. You walked over to him with your towel and dirty clothes in hand, pausing and waiting for him to direct you.

‘Throw those in the bin over there and you can rest up in my room for t’night.’ You paused and saw that he was continuing to make his temporary bed on the couch, noting that he had changed as well into sweatpants and a shirt and went to put your things in the bin. You walked back out to see him sitting on the couch, and paused before moving toward the hallway.

‘it’s the one on the right’ His voice calm and his accent now soothing to you.

‘I…it’s just.’ You start to turn around and face him. ‘Would…would you mind staying with me, for tonight? I-I don’t think I can handle being alone after...everything’ Your voice trailed off in the end in a shy way not wanting to ask, but needing to. His head that was previously looking at the floor comes to meet yours in a slow gaze, and even in the dimly lit room you can still make out his half lidded eyes. He takes a moment to himself, just sat there thinking as he looks back to the floor.

You thought that you had been asking for more instead of thanking him and going off to bed, so instead of waiting you head to his room and close the door so it was cracked. You get into his unfamiliar bed truly exhausted physically and mentally. You would typically have a hard time falling asleep under a strangers roof, but found yourself to be nodding off quickly. You’re just getting to sleep when the creak from the door makes you stir, yet too tired to open your eyes. The door creaks again in closing, and you feel the bed dip significantly on the other side, allowing you to drift to sleep immediately.

You woke up in a haze, first confused at where you were and how you had gotten there. You had to slouch back into the bed when the rush of thoughts came into your mind, leaving you feeling drained all ready. When everything had caught up to you, it dawned on you that Ghost had already been up and out of the room for a while, no noise to be heard throughout the apartment. Now that it was day time you could look around his apartment, and found it to be rather simple. Some gear on the floor near the closet, his clothes hung up neatly with a few things on a bed side table.

Just as your making your way inside, he appears in the doorway taking a moment to close and lock re-lock the door. He doesn’t say anything but instead moves to the counter and makes himself a cup of coffee, as you sit down at the bar across from him.

‘I never said thank you, last night…’ You say looking at the counter, not wanting to meet his eyes.

‘You don’t need to say thank you’ He takes a moment from drinking his coffee to look at you, feeling calm watching those half lidded eyes as he looks back to his drink. You continue,

‘…So what happens now?’

‘I took care of pretty much everything next door, the police came and had him taken- he didn’t seem to recall to much.’

‘Oh good I wasn’t sure if I needed to call them or, I wasn’t sure if he was even ali-‘

Your voice trails off, you didn’t want to think of that or how it would weigh on your mind.

‘He left there and they said he would be a’right after some surgery and healin’ time.’ Your shoulders relaxed knowing that there hadn’t been a murder in your home, although it could have been had he not showed up.

He paused now, setting his mug down and taking a long moment to look at you, you were sitting there staring at the counter fiddling with the hem on his shirt.

‘So who was he anyways?’ Ghost pulls you out of your thoughts as you look up.

‘Oh…I guess explaining that would be helpful. I was dating his friend a while back in highschool, and he had become obsessed when his friend ended up lashing out on the both of us. It turned physical and I think he has some crazed sense he needs me to be with him so nobody else can get to me…Something like that. I really don’t know-‘

‘That’s okay, you don’t have to explain it all.’ His voice also trails off in a quiet way, when you decide that you should speak up.

‘I don’t think I could ever repay you, you probably saved my life I…I don’t even know what to say.’ You look up at him, tears again forming in your eyes- the sting making you blinded for a moment before wiping it off and sniffling.

‘Don’t bother with thanks, I’m just glad I was there…I don’t think you would have been able to fend him off.’ He shot you a small smile that you could see in the crinkle of his eyes. He continued,

‘You’re welcome to stay with me, I haven’t got a whole lot here but I can understand not wanting to be in that space. They got everything cleaned up but, memories can be difficult to ignore.’ You saw his eyes flicker, changing ever so slightly as he recalled his own hardships.

Thinking back on his own memories, Ghost sat and thought for a moment. He was worried that you had seen too much, and hoped you hadn’t seen him as awful as he’d imagined. He saw you that night, so scared when he was at the door, the mans hand wrapped around your throat. He was enraged at how awful he was being and when it came to attacking him, he was off the leash.

You had been what stopped him. He heard you wince as you watched and had to tune out of his combat mode, had to stop and make sure he’d done enough damage before consoling you. The way you backed away from him when he stepped off of him made him hurt, you had been so kind every time you had seen him just wanting to be friendly.

He tried to be as gentle when speaking to you as possible, knowing that you had been through so much and that a man should never speak to you like that again.

He had been meaning to speak more to you, when he realized he had an interest for you. Nobody had wanted to know much about him and when he had seen you outside, he simply felt that it would be better to stay as neighbors- He was not a man fond of getting close to anyone. Now though, as he was staring at you in his clothes that were far too large at his bar, he realized he didn’t want you to leave. He knew offering for you to stay with him was a lot and that you probably felt on edge from the entire thing, but he could keep you safe and he promised himself he would.

‘That’s very kind of you to offer…Are you sure though? That’s quite a lot to offer for someone that’s practically a stranger.’

‘Positive. You deserve to feel comfortable and I hope I can do that, or that this place can feel safe to you.’

Tears begin to welt again, you hadn’t felt this type of comfort since being at home with your mother. Wait, your mother- you’d have to call and explain everything to her, but at least she would feel good knowing the creep was finally behind bars for good.

‘Well, I just might take you up on that…I’m going to step out for a call.’ You made your way to the door leading to your apartment, your phone was inside. You stood outside for a good long while, looking down you see the boot marks on the door where he had tried to get in, frozen in place.

From down the hall Ghost noticed you hadn’t come back inside and came back out to look. He saw you standing there unable to move and brought a hand to the small of your back.

‘Are you alrig’t going in, or should I get something for you?’ Your eyes had already been filling with tears, now they had begun dropping to your cheeks.

‘What do you need, your phone?’ You slightly nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat that had followed.

‘Right, go on back to mine and you can use the one in there or just wait I can get it for you from in here.’ You were still stuck to the boot marks on your door, reliving the banging noises and his voice trying to get in. He sees that you haven’t moved and tilts your head up, cupping your face in one of his large hands. You take a moment to look into his eyes as it all came crashing down yet again. You felt yourself slipping to the floor underneath him, sobbing into your hands.

‘It’s alright, take a breath whatever you need’ You can’t catch your breath, and you realize you’re in the midst of a panic attack. You can’t feel your body but only the way your lungs hurt from heaving air in and out faster than you can think. Before you know it you’re being lifted off the ground and taken back to his room, where you had fallen asleep before even reaching the couch.

You were so much more fragile than he had thought. Sure he knew that you had been through a hell of a lot, but being in the military for so long he forgets that some just can’t handle these things like he can.

When he lifts you up with ease, he’s careful to not hit your head on any door frame or wall or care about the tears and snot that were embedding in his shirt. He had taken a second to realize how small you were which in turn made him feel all the more anger for someone so large to be so cruel. He noticed too how soft your skin was compared to his and how you didn’t fight or resist when he knew to take you back. You had fallen asleep and he had sat next to you for the next hour or so on the couch, both watching you and simply letting time pass.

When you woke with a stir he had already retrieved your phone and purse which were on the table in front of you and had fallen asleep himself on the couch when you awoke.

You stepped into the other room to call your mom, who was of course horrified upon hearing this and grateful that Ghost had been there. She wanted you to come right home and stay with them, to which you refused as you finally felt truly safe. You promised her and your father who was now also intently listening that you would be in contact more than you were now and you would let them know if anything had happened. Afterwards you went back to the nook you had made in his couch and continued to sleep the rest of the day.

When you woke Ghost was again not on the couch but in the kitchen preparing dinner. You sat up, and slowly made your way to the counter where you sat down.

‘Yes.’ You sounded quiet from the sleep, but he heard you. You had made up your mind, and you knew what was best.

‘Yes, what?’ He stopped mixing whatever smelled delicious on the stove and turned to you.

‘Yes I would like to stay here, with you if that’s alright. I can but groceries and help pay the bills as well. I just enjoy the company.’ You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, looking to him for his response.

‘More than alright with me.’ He smiled and turned back towards the stove.

‘On one condition.’ He whipped around, now coming around the other side of the counter and getting down to your level.

‘And what’ll that be?’ His voice was low and curious, but willing more than anything.

‘I’d like to know your name.’ You smiled genuinely for the first time in however many hours and began to turn a light pink around your cheeks. He let out a genuine laugh, one you hadn’t been expecting and turned to you.

‘Simon. My name is Simon love.’ You smiled up to him as he grazed your back with his hand and stood, returning to cooking.

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ghostybaby000 · 1 month

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He found you. Again. | Part 3

part 1 part 2

Paring: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I suggest going back to part one to really understand this plot! There’s a link above

Warnings: 18+,blood, violence, stabbing, guns, stalker, symptoms of panic

Word count: 1.5k

(Not fully edited, apologies for any incorrect information!)

Although it sounded foolish you had flashbacks to watching your investigative shows. The shows where situations like this happened in almost every episode, and thats what it should be- just an episode on the T.V. not something that you should be enduring why, why did this have to happe-

‘Are you listening to me Y/N? I came this far for you, don’t you see!’ He had stopped pacing, he was now staring you down, when he finally took a second to see what you held.

He let out a small laugh, and then his expression turned to stone.

‘Why do you have that Y/N, you don’t need that-you wouldn’t hurt me. The lamp, I can forgive because maybe you didn’t know it was me but, now you do, you can see it’s me and I…’

His voice trailed off, and all you saw was his anger boiling over when he reached to his side leading his hand to rest on a gun.

‘Drop the wrench Y/N. Drop it NOW and I won’t have to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you y-you just need to see that- so go on and drop the wrench….’

He unholsters the gun, shaking and holding it in his hand to his side. He has tears welting up in his eyes and you decide to try and coarse him, as the panic surges inside you and you aren’t quite sure that you can even move. You think back on the shows where you are meant to play into their mind games, and not fight it as it usually didn’t end well. You slowly lower yourself to the floor, forcing your fingers to each let go of your only weapon as you exercise your acting skills.

‘You’re right. You wouldn’t hurt me, never…Y-You’ve looked out for me for so long an-

‘Don’t be sarcastic with me. It isn’t funny and it doesn’t work-‘ The gun now knocking on his bouncing leg, you can see his white knuckles gripping it tighter now as he stands there waiting for your response shifting his weight.

‘I’m not being sarcastic, I’ve known you for so long and you were there that night at my house-‘ You start to take a small step towards him, when he backs away.

‘Don’t play games with me Y/N- I-I’m not in the mood for you to be messing with me- I’ve finally gotten you here all to myself I don’t want to lose it.’ He’s moving the gun between his hands when he moves towards you, making you step back.

‘You really are afraid…you-you don’t see it…you don’t get why I was at your house’ He begins to be refilled again with anger and he’s speaking so loud now he’s spitting at you.

‘You don’t see the struggles I’ve gone through to get to you, you don’t know the years I spent in training and trying to find you. I just wanted to be with you again why WHY don’t you see that!?’ He stops for a moment now only about a foot away from you, you can smell him- a smell that reeks of sweat and desperation. He moves closer to you, staring into your eyes you look away towards anywhere but him furrowing your brows in fear, wrong move. The cold metal of the gun now pushing your head back up to meet his gaze.

‘I want to have you with me, whenever and wherever.’ He was now staring through your sole, and that’s when you saw him.

In your peripheral vision you saw Ghost, his mask making his identity obvious, a wave of relief waiting now to wash over you. He was inside the door and making his away behind the kitchen, moving the small table out of the way. The same table you now realize would have been in your way had you tried to run for the door. You couldn’t bear to look, knowing that he would probably spin to see what you were looking at and it would only become worse. Ghost disappeared into another portion of the room behind a wall that couldn’t be seen so you made your move.

You tore from his gaze with the gun to your head, looking at where the front door was. He leans in closer to you, the gun still a dangerous distance from your head as he speaks.

‘That means, Y/N- that you aren’t leaving. You can’t, it’s so SO simple how do you not understand this, me, why I’m here now for YOU.’ He grabs you by the throat with his free hand just strong enough so that you could tell he was deciding whether to strangle you or not, until you just about pass out. He forces you upright, moving your face to look at him him as he slightly loosened his grip.

‘Do you understand?’ You nodded your head as vigorously as you can while still being held tightly, tears welting in your eyes. Your hands were wrapped around his now, trying to prevent it from further strangling your neck.

‘Say it, say you understand me.’ His stare piercing through you now.

‘Yes, yes I understand you’ You manage to squeak out, hoping that he doesn’t hurt you and will let you go if you play along.

‘Good.’ His grip loosens as you let out a few coughs to clear your throat. He hesitates before letting you entirely go, and decides to hold your upper arm so you couldn’t flee.

‘Now let’s get to bed- I didn’t want to come this late into the night, but it was the only way I could be sure you were alone. It’s late and you have work tomorrow…go- move…’

You were almost sick then knowing that he had so much information about you, when you had been so careful. You hadn’t seen any sight of Ghost, and thought for a moment that it may have been your imagination trying to tell you that you were saved, still stuck in fight or flight mode you couldn’t muster the urge to speak, and instead mumbled a small ‘Mmhmm’

He walked behind you, not letting go of your arm and leading you to your room, the gun still in his other hand. You try to think about what you can do to get away, maybe once he’s asleep you’ll be able to leave. Maybe you can try to seduce him and then knee him and flee, maybe you had a good enough weapon in the room but when would you find time to get it?

He’s made the way to the door now closed, that leads to your bedroom. He didn’t notice that it wasn’t closed before and decides to reach past you to open it. Your room was already dark, having not turned on any lights you notice the rampage that had torn your room apart. Standing in the door frame you saw the closet was a mess and there were things all over the floor. You crept towards the bed, just getting out of his arms when it all happens. It feels like milliseconds to you, but in real time it lasted a few minutes.

Within a second the attacker had been outmatched. Ghost made his way directly behind him, and was pulling him backwards and down to the floor in a headlock. He had been in many hand-to-hand combats with men his own size or larger and given he usually had a gun, he had to make it more personal this time. The gun shot out making you shriek out and scurry towards the closet, your hearing ringing due to being in such a confined space. The attacker now choking and stammering backwards the gun cast aside to free his other hand, clawing at Ghosts arms to be let go of. There was a struggle you heard as boots stomped in the hall and hands were hitting the walls, groans and other noises flooded your still sensitive and ringing ears.

You could tell it wasn’t an easy fight, not that any ever was between two stronger men of similar height, Ghost being slightly taller and you hoped stronger-you peered out in the hall with baited breath. To your satisfaction, Ghost was now on top of the attacker in the office space down the hall, pummeling him with his gloved hands relentlessly. You made a quick inhale and retreat around the corner you were peering from which was enough to distract him from his beatings and slowly back off the man. You backed away further into the bedroom, watching as Ghost paused to checked the man wasn’t moving and then walked towards you.

You were relieved to have the one attacker off of you, but upon seeing his merciless beating you now also felt nervous to be in his wake. You reach the wall on the other side of your room as he makes his way through the door frame. You started to close your eyes not telling If you were afraid now of him, or of being on the verge of breaking down worse than ever. Within a few seconds he had made his way across the room, his boots giving his location away for being a few feet in front of you.

‘c’mon’ His low accented voice allowed you to exhale.

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He found you. Again. | Part 2

part 1 part 3

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: He had found you and now you had seconds to react. Continuation to part one!

Warnings: 18+, stalker, symptoms of panic, knives, blood, violence

Word count: 2.2k

(Not fully edited, apologies for an incorrect information!)

You lurched forward trying your hardest to slam the door. He stepped forward just before you had and was pushing his way inside, he was far stronger than you had hoped. Your body weight pressed against the door pushing as hard as you could against the wooden floor, barely gaining any traction.

In that moment you wished you had gotten yourself a dog, or a roommate, any sort of protection against this ever happening. You’re now pushing with every bit of force you can quickly straining the muscles in your legs and back, when you see the rectangular table next to the door- there’s keys in a dish on the table with a few other things scattered around a lamp.

If you could just reach it, maybe you had a chance.

It was too late for all this noise, what was going on?

The hall had never been this loud before at this hour, there were grunts coming from the hall, along with what sounded like distant slamming. This however was different, and aggressive at that-there were bursts of heaving weight on a door along with, sobs?

He couldn’t be hearing this correctly, there weren’t any other men that lived on this floor that were comparable to his size or stature, that he knew. He also hadn’t seen you on the floor with anyone before, let alone with a boyfriend which he is confident he would remember. You were the only one that was down that way of the hall which was practically abandoned besides the two of you and a few other older residents.

Ghost hadn’t been sleeping much not that he ever did, but felt he had been laying in bed listening for about a minute when he sat up straight, now a small concern slowly growing when he heard glass breaking and a shriek that didn’t sound good in any way. Suddenly he was masked up and lacing his boots, listening on the other side of his own door intensely.

He was gaining traction. You couldn’t think with the sweat beading down your face and the millions of thoughts flying through your head, not to mention the ache you were feeling through your entire body. You couldn’t manage to even think of the pain when you realized he was winning the efforts to push, you look back at the table then to the keys and the lamp.

You could grab the keys and attempt to stab him or maybe gouge at his eyes, but considering how tall he was it wasn’t likely; you would probably get grabbed and then who knows what could happen. The lamp. The taller but dense-based lamp that your mother had gotten for you as a moving-in gift, a gift you had never even considered would be used in this way but now you had no choice.

The table was about a foot out of your reach, and you knew you’d have to be quick. You give one final good push to the door before stepping out of the way to reach for the lamp allowing all of your body weight to disappear from behind the door. Your attacker hadn’t expected this and instead expected to slowly make progress to getting inside, now fumbling in the room after using both hands to push into the door.

You push your legs on the floor as fast as you can reaching the small table and ripping the lamp from the outlet you swing as hard as you can as you spin around, crashing the base of the lamp over the top of his back. You let the lamp fall after its broken over him creating a horrible crashing noise, along with his howl out in pain.

You try to think of where your phone could be while sprinting to the nearest room, the bathroom. Forget your phone there wasn’t any time and you knew it wasn’t worth the risk you begin ripping things from drawers or cabinets looking for anything you could use. And then you hear it, the door to the apartment shuts and locks as you hear his boots make their way across the house, thankfully in the other direction, for now.

Ghost had just started to make his way out of his out of his now cracked door when he saw what was happening and hesitated. The door was slightly cracked, only enough so that you could see out but it was too dark inside for anyone else to see in. A large man, probably around the 6 foot range, in dark clothes and boots coming out of your apartment with looked to be blood trailing down his neck and back. Ghost watched as the man peered down both halls for a few moments before making his way inside and locking the door, something wasn’t right.

Ghost collected a few things to get the lock picked and then a weapons of his own volition, a short blade that he carried often if not everywhere. He slipped the tools in his pocket and made his way down the hall, rushing ever so slightly and pressing his ear to the door he heard the man.

‘You really thought you could of stopped me?’ a small laugh rang out and it sounded now as if a table was being pushed against the other side of the door.

Now he was confident this person was not meant to be here, which meant he needed to get inside. For a moment he considered just calling the police and having them deal with it yet some feeling told him that they wouldn’t make it in on time, and that he would regret not trying to help.

‘I’ll find you, I’ve searched for far too long to let you slip away now.’ The voice was growing dimmer, getting deeper into the apartment. Without a moment of hesitation he began picking the lock to the door, not that it was very hard as the building manager preferred cheaper over safer. With a small click the lock was undone, the door was able to be opened but not yet, the door opened outwards and he would need a time gap to move what he thought was a table and make his own way inside.

You were now tip toeing through your narrow bathroom, taking a small stool that had once held toiletries trying to lodge it between the door and the cabinet attempting to keep it shut, no luck it was too big. Instead you grabbed a hot iron, hoping the cord would be enough if he got in the bathroom wrapping it around your small hands, although it was starting to feel more like when he would and not if. You silently made your way into the tub, now trying to steady your breathing and preparing yourself to jump on an attacker.

You shuttered as you heard his voice, now filled with a horrifying calamity began echoing through your small apartment.

‘Oh come out, please I won’t hurt you- I would never hurt you Y/N’

You heard a table clang to the ground, then the room down the hall to the bathroom opened, your room. He had thought you went in there, you had a few more minutes of precious time and immediately your eyes began to scan the small space. There was a window, but it was far too small and being on the fourth floor didn’t help if you wanted to get out that way. You could scream, call out for help and hope your bathroom handle lock would hold out until the police arrived-you shake your head to almost rid of the bad idea as you knew it wouldn’t work. You make your way slowly out of the tub and begin to look under the cabinets again glancing towards the back of the sink and that’s when you see the wrench.

This wrench had been here for a while once left by a water company who looked over the pipes and toilet that had been long forgotten since by them and you until now. You reach down and slowly pick it up making your way back to the tub. You now had a choice, try to strangle the man with the cord, or try hitting the man over the head again this time being sure to go back for seconds. You chose the wrench this way you didn’t have to get close, and you could at least throw it at him if he entered the room-

What If he does get in? You’re entirely cornered in this tiny bathroom with no way out and no where to run. Your breathing picked up and you felt lightheaded. You wouldn’t let yourself go down, and you certainly weren’t going to pass out now, no way was he getting it that easily.

You heard him going through the closet in your room, pushing things out of the way and knocking things over all the while. You hear him reappear and again the panic fills you, adrenaline and shock both fighting to take over your body.

You hear him now almost in front of the bathroom door, his boots scuffing against the floor as he moves, each time making you feel your stomach sinking farther. Then he stops, right outside the door. For what felt like an eternity you waited with your breath held tightly clamping the red and rusting wrench in your hands when he finally saunters off towards the office room at the opposite end of the hall.

‘I come all this way to not even get a hello from you? Well that isn’t very inviting of you Y/N. You should know that when a guest comes over its polite to say hello and maybe even ask if they want something to drink.’ He lets out a soft chuckle, which sounds father away as if he’s fully inside the office now.

‘You know, I missed you when you left…You LEFT me to go to school and then when you got back into town you leave me again I don’t understand why you keep leaving me.’ His tone begins to harshen as he swipes items off the desk in your office.

You squeeze your eyes shut trying to think of what you could do, do you sprint for the door and hope to make it out? Do you try and make it to the kitchen for a better weapon? Do you try to get back into your bedroom quietly and hide hoping he doesn’t re-check? You had decided.

You get out of the tub as slowly as possible, making sure to avoid the places on the floor you knew would creak after spending so much time here. You press your ear to the door hearing him still mumbling in the other room about you and hoping that you missed him.

Your hand that was now clammy with sweat gripped the doorknob, ready to lurch it open at the right time.

Ghost had now opened the door slightly, peering inside long enough to see the layout of the house, but couldn’t see the man. He didn’t try to move the table as he wanted to be as stealthy as possible, waiting to move it and instead getting to see the apartments layout. He can only see the kitchen and the start to the dining room on his left, a wall covering the rest of his vision on the right. He assumed the layout was similar to that of his own apartment and that a long hallway would be on the other side that led to the bathroom, bedroom, and storage space.

Upon hearing the man continue to slam items down that very hallway, he slowly shut the door again listening, waiting for the man to be in a better position to attack, he didn’t want to be ambushed in a close corner environment.

You finally heard the man go through the larger closet in the room and decided it was now or never.

You allowed yourself to slowly open the door with your breath held you opened the door fully and began to step out. You made it down the hall and towards the kitchen, when you heard a loud creaking. The floor. You had forgotten to mind your step in trying to make distance quickly and stepped in a loud spot on this horrible, horrible wooden floor. Your eyes immediately sprang open, practically choking on your heartbeat, your hands shaking worse than ever you hear him.

‘There she is…Ah yes, my Y/N you’ve finally decided to say hello.’ His footsteps slow as he makes his way down the hall towards you. You think you panic you try to do whatever imaginable to make the situation stop, but there was no time.

When he comes out, he sees you, only the thin couch and coffee table now separating you and your attacker. You stop for a second to see how tall and built he is, only making your hands and breathing shake worse.

‘You look so beautiful, as you always have. Finally I get the chance to be here with you, so so close to you.’ He begins to make his way around the couch and towards you.

‘Y-You stay away from me you monster!’ You wished in this moment your voice would sound more courageous and fear-evoking, although you knew that it would do no such thing.

‘You leave me alone- just LEAVE PLEASE leave’ You feel the sting of tears in your eyes as your voice begins to break more, now gripping the wrench so hard it made your hands cramp, you didn’t feel the pain though as the only thing in your mind was fear.

‘Now, I’ve come all this way just to see you why would I just leave? I can’t leave no-no. I cant leave you, y-you’ll be here, with me. I won’t leave, NO I won’t leave because if I do YOU will leave me again and we don’t want that.’ His hands and his pace both moving quickly, pacing the room his hands going through his hair which you now took time to notice had streaks of blood in it.

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He found you. Again. | Part 1

part 2 part 3

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: You had never truly had any issues with what you thought was a creep with a crush, that is until you realized it was far more serious-but by then, it was too late.

Warnings: 18+, stalker, symptoms of panic, future smut

Word Count: 2.5k

(Not fully edited, apologies for any incorrect information!)

From someone with a username, to someone who had entirely become obsessed with your life, and all of its details since high school. You weren’t famous online, and you certainly didn’t try to be, in fact you enjoyed having only a few close friends. This once innocent crush became destructive when you found they had been talking to family members about you and what you, ‘were up to’. You knew that stalkers weren’t something to mess around with and once you had found the right people to talk to, you were able to file a restraining order which worked, for some time.

Years had gone by, and the interaction had totally abandoned your mind not hearing or seeing anything from the matter for so long, you assumed it had passed. That is until you were visiting your family’s home in your childhood town, and found a dark figure watching you from the roadside. Here, in this small town where this obsessive behavior had begun, in this home where you once felt warmth and safety you now felt dread and utter panic.

While you had just been passing in the upstairs hallway, you happened to look down and froze, as memories of the monster crawled up your spine causing you to bead sweat from anger or fear, you couldn’t tell. From this distance you wouldn’t guess it was a person, just a dark shadow as the sun was setting on the other side of your house, where your family was waiting for you to return.

You stood still, although your heart couldn’t help pounding in your chest until you could heart it reverberate in between your ears, a constant reminder of the fight or flight battle occurring in your mind. You felt a buzz in your back pocket causing you to flinch just enough to be noticeable, your phone. You considered reaching for it, not wanting to take your eyes off the figure, now standing facing you directly, a cold dark stare plastered over their hooded face looking up at you. Now that they’ve positioned themselves to face you more directly you take in more details, some that you recall being very different from years past. They seem slightly taller and broader, and stronger, much stronger. Although the coloration of the clothing is difficult to see from this distance, you can just make out that they are wearing large boots, and a jacket that made them look all the more intimidating while a hood kept their lurking eyes from yours. Your instincts tell you to scream, to yell for a family member to call the police, to come and take this thing that was so persistent in getting to you it made you sick. You couldn’t find it in your turning stomach to yell out, still feeling as if your feet were glued to the ground, your heartbeat the only thing confirming you weren’t dreaming.

You finally find it in you to reach for your phone, and instead of looking at the screen you held it close to your body, eyes still focused on the figure. You think through your options taking a second to realize that your family was just downstairs, a lump forming in your throat, considering if he were bold enough to try and come inside. You could look down to call the police, although you had a feeling it wouldn’t be that effective seems how they were standing outside your home- and then it occurred to you. How did he know you were back in town? You kept every detail of your personal life offline, not even allowing friends to post much about you. This thought made your stomach flip again, when you hear a saving grace from just downstairs.

Relentless barking from the family dog caused the hulking figure to saunter farther from the house backwards, only turning their back when necessary. They finally make their way across the street where they jump a fence and vanish as if they had already routed it out in their mind.

As soon as the figure is gone you yell out for your mother, who comes bounding up the stairs along with the dog into your room, who was simply happy to see you and who had unsuspectingly protected you and your family. You scramble for your phone, words fumbling from your mouth in trying to explain what had happened to your now very concerned mother.

‘What do you mean he’s back?, who is he?’

‘T-The stalker- the guy who we got a restraining order for just a few years ago!?, You don’t remember him? ‘ You ramble out breathlessly, your heart still racing, hoping with everything that she would believe you.

‘Oh honey no, who in their right minds would come at this hour, and let alone after so long-‘

She’s taken aback when she sees the piercing look you give her, when she’s able to finally see the sweat beading down your face, your hands still shaking just as intensely as your breathing.

‘Are you sure, and I mean sure it was him- no chances it wasn’t?’

You already have the phone to your ear, calling for the police before she can allow you to second guess yourself, you knew what you saw.

Soon after that event and the police being as helpful as possible you made your way back home, states away where you finally began to feel at peace. You reassured your mother and father multiple times a day that you were okay and made it home safe for a few weeks afterwards, knowing that you weren’t just doing it for you but for them as well.

This peacefulness was disturbed when you had found yourself face to face with your new neighbor. The neighbor that was far taller than you, far more muscular than you had thought, and on top of that incredibly intimidating.

You had just come back from work, making your way into the elevator taking notice of everyone there that at some point you had spoken to. The other people had gotten off on their level by the time you had made your way up to the fourth floor, when the elevator doors opened and there he was.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to see the new neighbor that moved in, being quiet in his own room down the hall a few rooms from yours, allowed for you to barley notice him until now and you couldn’t help but tear your gaze away as you made eye contact with him through a mask he was wearing.

‘Oh, h-hello I suppose you’re the new neighbor?’

The elevator doors began to close as his hand, which you now noticed was larger than you had thought reached out to hold them open as he stepped out of the way so you could pass.

‘Yes’

His thick accent and deeper tone made you feel unnerved, maybe he was nervous moving into a new building, or didn’t want to talk with anyone. If anything you understood trying to stay away from others and keeping yourself closed off. You step out of the hall essentially swapping places with him as you make one last glance at him, his back to the elevator wall with his head slightly tilted up, you now see he has boots on…boots that are quite large and seem to be military.

You feel a flush through your body as you scramble to your room, making sure to lock both the deadbolt and door itself as worry was catching up to you now. You think for a second to call your parents and tell them…

Tell them what? A neighbor moved in- a man who has an accent and military grade boots- no, you would sound ridiculous. There were plenty of good reasons for him to be staying in these apartments- one being a nearby base. Instead, you try to relax by preparing something quick to eat and taking a warm shower, reading for a bit then getting to bed.

You’d noticed him more after that interaction, realizing he only lived 2 doors down and that he was in the military- to what degree or position you had no clue. This made sense as he would be gone for days on end, sometimes even weeks on what you assumed were missions of some sort. He didn’t try to talk to you or go out of his way to say anything neighborly, instead he would give you passing glances and the occasional head nod as he made him way to his room. You became accustomed to him living on your floor and figured that the next time you’d see him you would try to get to at least know his name.

This happened far sooner than you thought, the next day to be exact as you saw him pulling up outside the building. You made your way outside to a nearby bench and found him with a group of what appeared to be other military men all dressed similarly with a calm but stern expression, although you couldn’t really make out his expression being hidden by the mask. The mask he wears makes sense when you believe you hear someone refer to him as ‘Ghost’, clearly he didn’t give away much personal information even to those closer to him. You thought it would be rude to assume you heard correctly, so instead you figure you would ask. You waited until his group had left and attempted to speak with him as he made a gesture for the door to the apartments.

‘Hey, I never caught your name-‘ You say as you get up from the bench motioning towards him.

He slows his movement in hearing you for just a second, yet still made his way inside which to you, seemed to be ignoring you.

Maybe he just wasn’t a friendly person, you were sure that being in the military was difficult, as you’d seen him before making it too his room with a limp or wrapped hand. You decided to not push the matter any more, almost feeling embarrassed for trying to get his attention, angry at yourself and feeling foolish slightly overhearing his conversation. With a bit of speed in your step you made your way to the market to pick up some ingredients for dinner, which was your original plan before that embarrassment.

Later in the evening you find that you’d forgotten some things and would enjoy some fresh air before getting to bed for work tomorrow. You usually went to the market that was a few blocks away, but tonight you decided that you’d like to walk to the local market which was only a few buildings down. As the sun was setting you found it nice to notice the change in seasons and the small families walking together, making a mental note to call and check in on your own family later.

You purchase your few items and start to head back to the apartments when you reconcile about your interaction earlier. Opening the door to the building you think to yourself,

He had clearly slowed down when he heard me-why not respond? Passing the receptionists desk with a small wave and smile.

He didn’t seem very open to talking, I’m sure he’s got plenty on his plate. The last thing he needs is someone pestering him. Pressing the elevator button, watching the floor numbers tick down until they had reached one.

And on top of that, I really should try and keep myself more reserved-who knows what kind of a person he really is or why he is so mysterious. Stepping into the elevator, pausing before turning to press the button. More people shuffle in as you watch your feet still lost in your thoughts, until again you are what seemed to be the only one left in the small boxy elevator.

Why did I try to ask in the first place-

‘It’s Ghost’ You inhale sharply, whipping around to see the one that had been so imbedded in your thoughts now looming behind you. He sees your panic and continues to speak anyways.

‘People call me Ghost; You really should pay attention more closely to your surroundings.’

Still catching your breath as the door opens to both of your floors he begins to walk to his room, leaving you in the elevator.

‘O-Oh well I’m Y/N’ Why were you so quiet? You were almost sure he didn’t hear you now being steps ahead of you. How had such a large man made his way behind you-had you been that lost in thought? All of a sudden his name made sense.

Your mind catches up with you as you straighten yourself and start to walk towards your room as well. He’s making his way inside fishing his keys from his pockets when, despite your thoughts not to, you ask,

‘What’s your real name, Ghost?’

He pauses for a moment to look up at you, his eye contact making you feel nervous yet still standing tall you waited for his response. He finds the correct key and unlocks his door with ease returning his eyes to his door. Using his hand to push it ajar you think he’s going to leave without giving you a response again, only starting to make you feel worse for asking. He takes a breath as if he were going to answer but instead leaves you with only a ‘goodnight.’

You had continued on with your work life, your job feeling more boring by the day. Sometimes chatting with your parents and brother and making easy home dinners. Tonight you had made a microwave dinner, and decided to watch one of your favorite detective shows before drifting to sleep on the couch. Hours later you jolt wake to the sound of gun shots coming from the TV, it was louder than you had thought and hoped it hadn’t woken any of your neighbors. The room in-between yours and ‘Ghosts’ hadn’t been occupied in a while along with plenty of other rooms on the fourth floor, and you worried about being too loud possibly waking anyone up- especially those who didn’t get rest often.

You quickly turn down the volume and click off the TV, bringing your snack wrappers to the kitchen finally making your way to your bedroom. You’re just passing through the hall to your room when you hear a knocking at the door. You felt your stomach drop, you had woken him up. You woke him up and now he was here to scold you for being so inconsiderate- you saunter to the door still tired yet moving quickly enough to not make him more upset. You open the door, prepared with an apology yawning as you do so, looking to the ground embarrassed.

‘I’m sorry for the noise, I didn’t realize it was so loud’ Rubbing your eyes you get a chance to look up and see now more clearly than ever, this was not Ghost. This couldn’t be ghost, he wasn’t as tall and wasn’t masked in the slightest. It only took you a few seconds to age the younger features you once new and had seen in reports, and now you knew that your fears had come to light.

He had found you. Again.

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Bring Her Home | Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Summary: For once, everything was going right in his life. Now it's all gone to hell, and he'll be damned if he's not the one to fix things.

“You know, that’ll burn if you don’t stir it enough.”

Simon lifts his head and turns from where he was hunched over one of your recipe books, surprised to see you home already. You look like you always do after work—hair a little frizzier than it was in the morning, eyes a little more tired, but smile and glow as bright as always. You’re leaning against the kitchen entryway, letting the wall hold your head up for you as you give him a smirk.

He quickly looks back at the pot of boiling potatoes, whole milk, and water and decides it will survive 30 more seconds without a stir so he can properly greet you. He meets you in the entryway and wraps his arms around your waist as he presses his lips to yours.

“You’re home early,” he says.

You quirk your head with your arms around his neck. “It’s 5:30.”

He frowns and turns around to check the clock. You’re right. “Cooking really takes up a lotta time.”

You laugh and detach yourself from him so you can observe what he’s been doing. “It does when you don’t know how to cook.”

“I know how to cook. Had to keep myself fed on deployments.”

“You get MREs,” you point out, picking up the wooden spoon and stirring what eventually will become mashed potatoes.

“Have you ever eaten any of those? There’s a reason they’re called ‘Meals Rarely Edible.’”

“Right so when you’re in the middle of nowhere not doing your top-secret task force shit and saving the world, you’re cooking yourself a five-course meal?”

He rolls his eyes and nudges you away from the stove. “Get out of ‘ere, not supposed to see any of this till it’s ready.”

“And when will that be? Midnight?”

“Get out,” he nudges you again but with more intention and you laugh as you make your way out of the kitchen and to the stairs.

“Love hearing that on our anniversary.”

“Come back in an hour,” he calls, getting back to work.

Simon’s happy he was able to take some time off, and he won’t soon forget how happy you were when he told you. Things are quiet right now anyway, so even though he’s been on duty he’s just been on base helping with training mainly. He hasn’t been deployed in a while, but he didn’t want to take any chances with your anniversary coming up. So he put some of his banked days to good use.

Married three years. Together for six. It still feels like a dream to him—one that he could wake up from at any minute. Knowing that, he hasn’t let any moment go to waste. The beginning was rocky, because he couldn’t imagine his life—Simon "Ghost" Riley’s life—taking a major turn like that after running into a clumsy little thing at the grocery store (because he does cook for himself). He tried to avoid it, actually. Because why would he, of all people, deserve someone like you?

But there you were, time and time again, sifting through apples, reaching for your favourite cookies on the top shelf, and almost dropping everything you grabbed from the frozen aisle because it was all too cold for your delicate fingers.

He couldn’t avoid you anymore, and now you’re his entire world.

He’s almost completely done with dinner. He just needs to quickly make the brownies, which can bake while you eat. Everything’s going according to plan (maybe a tiny bit behind schedule) until he sees a nearly-empty bag of cocoa powder in the cupboard.

Damn it, he thinks. He swore he checked for all the ingredients three times before he went to pick up what was missing. You can’t not have brownies, so he’ll have to run out quickly. Making sure the stove and oven are off and all the food is covered to stay warm, he runs to the bottom of the stairs.

“Oi, lovie, I gotta run to the store to grab summat. I’ll be back in 20 minutes.”

“Don’t go.”

He jumps and turns to the front door at the end of the main hallway, and there you stand. How did you get past him without making a sound? You’re in your sweats now, and your face is blank. Your eyes are dead as you stare your husband down. Simon’s chest constricts, knowing something must be wrong but not knowing what it is.

He takes a step toward you. “What’s going on, baby, you okay?”

“Don’t leave.”

Your voice matches your expression—blank, empty. “I—”

“You know what’ll happen when you leave,” you warn.

His breathing picks up, feeling the familiar ball of fear and disdain form in his stomach.

“You know what happened when you left.”

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as if to reset his mind. But when he opens them, everything is different. Different, but familiar.

The stair bannister is broken. There are dents in the drywall along the front hallway. The welcome mat is in disarray. Blood stains the floor and part of the front door frame in the shape of a handprint—a small, delicate handprint.

And then there’s you.

You’re covered in blood and bruised with matted hair in tangles and torn clothes. And your face is no longer blank. You’re terrified.

“You know what happened when you left!” You repeat. “You know what happened when you left!”

He presses his fist to his chest and sobs, drawing in a shaky breath. The door suddenly swings open violently and a herd of men in full military gear and covered faces rush in, grabbing you and hauling you out of your home.

“SIMON!”

You try to fight back while Simon breaks into a sprint, but he doesn’t move an inch while you’re getting further and further away by the second. When the door slams shut and he loses sight of you completely, his body finally decides it’s time to wake up.

He’s sweating, panting, and crying all at once as he’s torn from sleep and met with the darkness of your shared bedroom. He’s barely slept in the two months since you were taken but every time he does, he’s forced to relive the last time he saw you.

He’ll never forget coming home with that damn cocoa powder and seeing the front door kicked in. He didn’t have a weapon, he didn’t have a plan, he didn’t have a rational thought in his head. He just needed to get in and make sure you were safe, but the state of your home made it clear that he was too late.

You were gone. And no one’s been able to track you down.

In a way, Simon’s thankful for the nightmare he just had. It was tame compared to the others. This time you were beaten and bloody, but alive. Other times you were just dead, cut to pieces, executed, held down and assaulted—all before Simon’s eyes. He doesn’t know what really happened to you. He wasn’t there, and there are no leads. So his mind fills in the blanks for him.

It’s 5:00 a.m., and it’s as good a time as any to head to base and put his intelligence training to use. It’s gotten him nowhere since you were taken, but it’s better than sitting around and doing nothing despite how many people have tried to stop him from helping.

He goes through the motions, numb to the world around him until he’s pulling his mask over his face in the front seat of his car and walking into the building. His mind is sharp and clear, ready to do anything to find you and bring you home.

“You’re supposed to be at home.”

Price is waiting for him near the front entrance like he always is. And he greets him the same way he always does. Simon continues on. “Last place I want to be.”

“You’re too close to this, Simon. You know that.”

“S’been two months.”

“And we’re working on it, but I need clear-headed people on this and you’re not one of them.”

He stops and turns around to face him. “I’m working harder than anyone else you’ve assigned to this case.”

“You’re here 18 hours a day staring at a screen. You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping. You’re in no shape to be analyzing intelligence and taking action or giving out orders. You’re too close.”

“Tha’s the thing, ’m not close. No one’s close. No one has any idea where she is and we could be too late. So let me do my job ‘n find my wife.”

Price doesn’t say anything else and he doesn’t follow him when he turns around. His head is clear. He’s focused. He wants this more than anyone else also trying to track you down. He’s the best man for the job. And he will find you.

He will.

He’ll find you.

He’ll bring you home.

He will. He will. He will.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ghost avoids you but it's not what you think.

Warning: Slight Time Skips, Kinda Asshole Ghost?, Smut (18+), Use of Y/N, Language (?).

Word Count: 4.6K

Note: Now, I know in my master list I said that right now I would only be writing for the Slytherin Boys......but I have spiraled back into my Call of Duty, specifically Ghost. Now this is just an experiment, I don't know how this will go over but if you guys like it then maybeeee I'll post my other fandom fics that I have.

Also! This is a birthday gift for my beautiful gem, @slytherinslut0 , so everyone thank her and wish her a happy birthday. As always, @cafekitsune is on the banner.

Taskforce 141 didn’t pay any attention when they were told that they would have a new nurse on the base. They assumed it would be another male, just like everyone who got employed here.

So, only one could imagine their shock when the base’s doctor, Dr. Moscaw, introduced a pretty little thing like you to the team.

“This is Y/N. She will work under me. Your first point of contact for anything medical-wise.” Moscaw spoke, “Don’t go scaring her off, boys.”

There were grumbles and protests as Dr. Moscaw left you with the team. You cleared your throat as you gave them all a nervous smile. All their eyes were on you, surveying you almost like prey. A certain man with a skull mask being the most intense one. “Um, right. You all desperately need an annual check-up. So, whenever you all have a moment, please stop by the medical ward. I would love to update your records and meet you all.”

Before any of them could say anything, you had scurried off.

Over the next few weeks, they all came in one by one. Introducing themselves as you went through updating their records.

First came Captain Price. You liked to think that he came in to lead by example and not to get out of his mountain of paperwork. Then Kyle came in the next day. He begged you to call him “Gaz”, saying that nobody on base ever calls him Kyle.

Not long after Gaz came, Johnny waltzed into your office. He was flirty but overall friendly. Johnny, just like Gaz, begged you to call him Soap like everyone else. He was the one who referred to you as a breath of fresh air amidst the testosterone-filled air. Often, he and Gaz came to your office. They always claimed to be checking up on you, but you knew it was because they were hiding from their duties.

“Where is…. um, Ghost? Or is his name Simon? It’s two first names on this file.” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at the lack of information in his records. Soap chuckled, glancing up from his phone to you. “Ghost is the name he’s gonna give ‘ya. It’s the name that we all know him by.”

“A field name, I assume?” You asked, looking up from your computer. Gaz and Soap nodded. “Yep. His name for plenty of reasons, but that’s neither here nor there.” Gaz waved his hand dismissively.

“Well, is he going to come in for a check-up? He doesn’t have another doctor or anything listed.” You sighed. “His medical record is empty. There is nothing on here, other than his name and height. No birthday, no past medication history, nothing.”

“Of course, that’s all that’s on there. That’s all anyone knows about him.” Soap laughed. “He’s not gonna come in here for a check-up.”

“What? Why not?” You asked, closing your computer.

“Too much information.” Gaz shrugged. “Nobody knows anything about him. It’s a shocker that he even allowed his real name to be on those records.”

“So, nobody knows if this guy even goes to the doctor?” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “That’s insane.”

“Ya may be right, but that means nothing to Ghost.” Soap said.

“And insane is basically his middle name. The man does whatever he wants.” Gaz added.

“Do you think he will come in if I just ask?” You pondered to the men.

Gaz and Soap glanced at each other before shrugging. “If you bat those pretty eyelashes at any man on this base, they’ll be eating out the palm of your hand,” Soap said.

“But Ghost isn’t like the average man. He’s not easily swayed like most.” Gaz added, “But I mean, it won’t hurt to try.”

With the encouragement from Gaz and Soap to just try to ask him, you spent the next few weeks attempting to track Ghost down. Unfortunately for you, he lived up to his name very well. It was like every time you went looking for him, everyone had “just seen him.”

Eventually, you found him, by pure coincidence. You were walking to your car, getting ready to leave the base for the day when your eyes landed on a 6’4, muscular man who donned a skull balaclava. You hadn’t seen him since the day that Price had introduced you to the team. He seemed bigger and a bit more intimidating than before, but your determination outweighed your nervousness.

You walked up to him, clearing your throat. Ghost stopped fiddling with his motorcycle to drag his eyes up to your face. His eyes were dark and analytical as he scanned your face before tracing down your body. You felt self-conscious of his wondering gaze.

“Whatcha ‘ya want?” His voice was deep, his accent coming out heavier than you thought it was.

“Um, I’m the new nurse.” You squeaked out before clearing your throat.

“I know.”

“Right.” You took a deep breath. “Your medical records are empty and you’re the only one who hasn’t come in for a check-up.”

There was a brief silence between you two as you waited for him to say something, anything. When you got the hint that he wasn’t going to say anything, you decided to just push forward and ask.

“Will you come in for one? And maybe introduce yourself a little more?”

Ghost stared at you a little longer before turning back to his motorcycle. “No.”

Your eyes widened at the blatant refusal. You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Do ‘ya not know what ‘no’ means? Aren’t ‘ya educated?” Ghost grunted; his back still turned to you.

“You can’t just…. You must fill out these records somehow!”

“No, I don’t.”

You narrowed your eyes at Ghost, huffing slightly. “It’s mandatory to at least get an annual check-up.”

“So, I’ve heard. Don’t care.” He spoke again, throwing one leg over the motorcycle. He started it up, gripping the handles. His eyes focused on your face again as he revved the engine.

“But-”

Before you could even think about responding, Ghost had sped off, leaving you in the dust.

“And he just sped off?” Soap laughed. Gaz smacked his arm, giving you an apologetic look.

“Ignore Soap. He has a terrible sense of humor.” Gaz rolled his eyes. “But we told you he was hard to sway.”

“I just don’t understand why he doesn’t want to come in.” You groaned, “Maybe he just doesn’t want to get to know me?”

“It’s Ghost, you aren’t supposed to understand him.” Gaz shrugged. “But I doubt it’s you that he’s against.”

You let another groan, causing the two men to chuckle.

“Hell, Darlin’, you might just make the man nervous as hell. As you can see, we don’t have many pretty females around here.” Soap leaned back in his chair, grinning at you.

“Me? Make Ghost nervous? Please.” You raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes. Soap shrugged, “You never know, he could be.”

“You never know,” Gaz said, agreeing with Soap.

“Whatever.” You muttered, ending the conversation.

Weeks had passed and Ghost gave no sign of even considering stepping into the medical ward or trying to talk to you. He evaded you any chance he got. You told Dr. Moscaw and Price about the predicament with Ghost. Both waved it off and said, “He’s Ghost, that’s just how he is.

When your official first three months of working on the base had come around, Soap and Gaz had invited you out to the bar to celebrate.

“It’ll be everyone. Cap, Laswell, König, hell, even Ghost said he would come.” Soap smiled at you. You scoffed slightly at the revelation that Ghost was going to show his masked face at the bar. “Are we sure he’s coming for me, or rather, the drinks?” You asked, your eyes focused on the computer screen in front of you.

Gaz chuckled. “He refused to go until we said it was a celebration for you.”

“Funny that the man that evades me wants to come to my celebration.” You muttered.

“You know, he’s probably around you more than you think,” Soap said, causing you to look up at him with a raised eyebrow. Soap shrugged, continuing, “I mean, he’s known for being around without others knowing, hence the name Ghost.”

“Like he sees me, but I don’t see him?” You asked. Soap and Gaz nodded.

“Think of it like he is collecting information on you. The poor guy lives and breathes our missions and the military. It’s all he knows. It works with the idea that you make the man nervous.” Gaz said, patting your back as he and Soap filed out of your office.

Gaz’s and Soap’s words stuck to you. Maybe you had gone about approaching Ghost all wrong. He was quieter than Gaz and Soap and obviously more secretive, given the blank medical record and the mask. Maybe you should let him approach you, let him feel you out to see if you’re trustworthy or not.

When the night of the celebration rolled around, you promised yourself that you would not pester Ghost. Despite the growing need to get to know him and your nursing instincts to make sure he was healthy; you were going to let him come to you.

You walked into the bar, tugging slightly at your dress that rose from sitting in the taxi. Your black mini dress hugged your curves and had a low neckline that showed off your cleavage with your matching strappy heels. Although Soap and Gaz had to you to come dressed up, you debated calling the taxi back and going home to change. You were going to be with your co-workers, who were most likely going to be in jeans.

You sighed, pushing open the door to the bar. Your eyes snapped over to the large table in the back of the bar where all your coworkers sat. “Y/N!” Gaz yelled, jumping up from his seat. He grabbed your arm, escorting you to the table. Everyone shot you a smile, except König and Ghost, who both donned a balaclava. Although, you could tell from the crinkle in König’s eyes that he was smiling at you.

“The guest of honor is finally here.” Laswell smiled at you. “Congratulations on sticking it out at the base for three months. I must admit, I thought these boys would scare you away by now.”

“No, I’m tougher than I look.” You joked, “Plus, everyone is nice. I felt welcomed.”

Gaz and Soap gave Ghost an unmistakable side eye that you caught, and if you caught it, then everyone at the table caught it. You also didn’t miss the narrowed eyes that Ghost gave back to Gaz and Soap.

“A round of shots! For our new family member.” Price winked at you, giving you a warm smile.

That’s how the night went on, chatting and drinks getting passed around. It didn’t take you long to get buzzed. You kept true to your promise to yourself and didn’t go looking for interactions with Ghost.

However, you felt his eyes on you. It was like they never left you, always following your every movement.

It felt familiar.

Ghost stayed quiet the whole night, not cracking a chuckle at any jokes or taking part in the conversations. His eyes wandered the bar as if he was looking for any type of escape. Whenever your eyes met his, he looked away, his eyes hardening in the process.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” You said, feeling the alcohol finally run through you and back up your throat. Although everyone was too occupied with their conversations to hear you. You stumbled your way to the bathroom, pushing open the door. You wasted no time, bending over the toilet and vomiting what little contents that were in your stomach.

“I knew I should’ve eaten before….” You whispered to yourself.

“Yeah, ‘ya should have. Not very nurse of ‘ya.” A deep voice echoed behind you.

You jumped, turning around, clutching your chest as your eyes landed on Ghost. He stood behind you, arms crossed, as he leaned against the stall door.

“God, when the fuck did you get in here?” You asked, your eyes traveling down his figure. This would be the first time that you had ever seen Ghost in civilian clothes. Even on relaxed days on the base, Ghost wore full tactical gear. Tonight, he opted for a compression tee and black sweatpants, as if he was planning to go to the gym after all of this.

Which wouldn’t be surprising for Ghost.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.” Your eyes landed on his sleeve, which seemed to move as he unconsciously flexed his muscles.

“I know ‘ya didn’t.” Ghost said, offering his hand out to you. You took it gratefully, standing up to your two feet. Ghost handed you some mouthwash and gum, along with your purse.

“Didn’t want nobody shifting through ‘ya stuff.” Ghost said when he saw the look that you gave him, “Also thought ‘ya might want to touch up ‘ya make up.”

“Thank you.” You gave him a small smile. He nodded, turning on his heel to leave out the bathroom. You swigged the mouthwash around, spitting into the sink. You freshen up your makeup before popping the piece of gum in your mouth.

You made your way back to the table, sitting down when a waitress came and dropped a personal pan of pepperoni pizza in front of you with water. “Oh,” You looked up at her, “I didn’t order this.”

“One of your friends ordered it for you. Told me to bring it when you came back to your seat.” She smiled and walked away. You glanced down at the pizza with a smile. Pizza was your favorite greasy food; it matched the rumbling of your drunk stomach perfectly.

You looked up at Soap and Gaz, the only two people who would know about your guilty pleasure food. Soap was leaning against the table flirting with another waitress while Gaz made bets with Price on football games. You decided you would thank one of them later when they weren’t busy.

4 am finally rolled around, causing the night to end. Gaz had called you a cab, walking you out as everyone said their goodbyes. Ghost had already mounted his motorcycle and sped off into the night. Once Gaz got you settled in the backseat, you smiled at him. “Thanks, Gaz. Oh, and thank you for the pizza, too.”

Gaz raised his eyebrow. “What pizza?”

“The pizza you ordered me when I went to the bathroom.” You clarified.

“I didn’t order you a pizza, hell, I didn’t even know you went to the bathroom.” Gaz said before chuckling a bit with a mischievous smirk, “The only person who ordered food was Ghost.”

Before you could ask anything more, Gaz tapped the roof of the car and your taxi pulled off.

You went even longer without seeing Ghost after the bar. It was almost as if he had just disappeared into thin air. You tried to question Gaz and Soap, but they claimed they knew nothing about it. Saying that it was probably a “lucky guess” but if anything they had told you about Ghost was true, nothing he did was just a lucky guess.

You pushed all your questions to the back of your mind, as you knew you weren’t going to get any answers any time soon. You were cleaning up the office as your day was ending. 141 were out on a mission, a relatively relaxed one, so your office was quiet and easy to pack up rather than having to tell Soap to stop touching stuff every 5 minutes.

You hummed to yourself, not taking notice that your office door had swung open.

“You’re terrible at being aware of ‘ya surroundings.”

You jumped, a squeal falling from your mouth. “You have to stop doing that!”

Ghost stood at your door, in sweatpants and a hoodie. His arms crossed as he stared at you through his mask. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. You suddenly felt small like the room was closing in on you due to Ghost’s tall frame.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. Ghost’s eyes seemed to widen, as if he wasn’t sure why he was there either.

“Give me a check-up.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, glancing over at the clock. It was 7:35 pm, and the base was basically empty.

“It can’t wait til tomorrow?” You asked. Ghost took a step closer to you, “I thought you wanted to get to know me?”

“I do but-”

“Then give me the check-up.” Ghost grunted, sitting on the bench. His large frame made the normally large bench look small under him.

You sighed softly, getting out your equipment to start his check-up. You stay silent as you slip on your latex gloves after washing your hands. “So, I’m guessing something happened on the mission.”

Ghost looked over to you, his eyes coated in a small dose of confusion. “What?”

“I mean, you seemed very adamant about not getting a check-up before and now you’re here after a mission. I just assumed maybe something happened.” You clarified as you moved to check his heartbeat.

It took everything in you not to let your hands wander across his chest as you pulled away from him to turn to your computer and record the data.

“Nothing happened. Just built up some confidence.” He said, getting off the bench to stand behind you closely.

“O-oh…. confidence for what?” You took a deep breath, your eyes focusing on the computer screen.

Ghost didn’t answer your question, instead, he grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to face him. “You’re very annoying, you know that?”

“What?” Your eyes widened.

“You’re always around, smelling good. In these scrubs that hug your body tighter than any other scrubs I’ve ever seen.” Ghost muttered, “Always laughing at Soap’s stupid jokes. Always getting pizza when you know you aren’t supposed to.”

“I try to avoid you and ignore you, but you just crawl your little ass into my mind anyways. All mission…. just thinking and wondering what you’re doing.” Ghost continued.

“Is this your way of admitting that you’ve been thinking about me?” You asked.

Ghost stayed silent. His eyes stay trained on you, no words or sounds coming from him. His hand moved to take a piece of your hair and twirling it around his finger.

“Um, we should finish the check-up so we can go.” You spoke softly. Ghost ignored you, dipping his face into your neck. He took a deep breath. “God, you smell heavenly.”

“Ghost....”

“I need you.” He grumbled, “I need you all around me. I’ve learned everything I can about you and all I can think about is how I need to feel about you.”

“How I need to ruin you.”

You felt a knot in your stomach at his words, heat pooling inside you. “R-ruin me?”

“Beyond belief.” Ghost confirmed, “Give me the green light.”

You stayed silent as Ghost pushed his knee between your legs, pressing his knees gently against your core, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth. He lifted his mask to reveal his lips, pressing against your neck in soft, wet kisses. “Y/N. Answer me.”

“I….” You gasped for air, “P-please…do it.”

Ghost didn’t need to hear anything else. He lifted you easily, throwing you on the bench. He yanked your top off, groping your breast. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these since the bar. So soft and plump…” Ghost grumbled, pulling your bra down and latching his mouth to your nipple.

A small moan fell from your mouth at the actions. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he pulled away with a slight “pop”. He left a trail of kisses down your chest to your naval. He tugged down your pants, throwing them in the same direction as your top. He groaned at the sight of the wet spot in your panties.

“So wet and ready for me. Huh, love?” Ghost said, blowing softly on your clothed clit.

You whined softly, nodding your head. He slapped your thigh, his eyes looking up at you. “I want to hear use your words. Let me hear that pretty voice that has been plaguing my mind for these past few months.”

You let out a sigh as Ghost pressed the pad of his tongue to your slit through your panties, teasing you. “Yes…. I’m wet and ready for you.”

“Good fucking girl, Lovie.” Ghost chuckled, moving your panties to the side to latch his mouth to your clit. He sucked and lapped at your clit harshly, your moans becoming uncontrollable as he ate you out like a starved man. His tongue teased your slit, flicking his tongue up and down.

He gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer to him. His nose pressed against your clit, stimulating you more and more. “Oh God, fuck, Ghost.” You moaned, your hands reaching out to grip the top of his balaclava.

“That’s right. I want you moaning my name like it’s the only thing that pretty little mind knows.” Ghost muttered, slipping two fingers into you as he kept lapping up all your juices. Your thighs tightened around his face as you felt your climax coming.

Ghost groaned at the action, his cock twitching with anticipation. You tossed your head back as pleasure coursed through your body. “I’m about to cum, fuck, I’m s’close.”

Your words seem to push Ghost further into sending you over the edge. His tongue moved faster against you as his fingers matched his pace. Your mind was blanking from the orgasm that rushed over your body. Ghost pulled his fingers out slowly as he pulled away from your swollen clit. His mouth was covered in your slick as he smirked. “Taste so sweet, Angel.” He spoke.

He pushed his two fingers into your mouth, groaning at the warmth of it. You suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on them as you swirled your tongue around. “Such a good, eager girl. So happy to taste yourself on my fingers.” Ghost whispered, pushing them down your throat so he could hear your gags.

Ghost pulled away, yanking his sweatpants and boxers down. His cock sprang out, revealing its large length. It hit his abdomen; the tip leaking with pre-cum. Your eyes looked down at him, eyes widening at the sight. “My God….” You whispered.

Ghost grabbed the base of his shaft, jerking himself off slightly before pulling you to the edge of the bench and wrapping one of your legs around his waist while propping the other one on his shoulder. “I need this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock, taking every inch of me.” Ghost growled. He rubbed his tip up and down your slick, coating it in it.

“Tell me how much you want this, Lovie. How bad do you want me to fuck you?” Ghost demanded; his eyes focused on you. You let out a whiny moan, looking up at him, “Please fuck me. I want your cock so bad.”

Ghost pushed into you, filling you up slowly but surely. Ghost groaned, sinking into you until he was fully inside you. “S’fucking tight. Gonna fuck this pretty cunt until it’s molded to only take my cock.” Ghost groaned, snapping his hips forward for a forceful thrust. A guttural moan fell from your mouth, as Ghost gripped your throat with both hands, pounding into you at a ruthless pace.

“M’been dreaming of this since the day I laid eyes on your fucking application picture.” Ghost muttered, “Such a pretty fucking girl. Batting your eyelashes at everyone.”

Ghost’s hands moved down to your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. Your moans were drowned out by the loud slapping of your skin. If it wasn’t for the way that Ghost was viciously railing you, you would be concerned that someone would walk past and hear you.

“Such a fucking whore. Getting fucked in your office…. you like being railed after work? Hmm?” Ghost hissed out as you clenched around him.

“You look s’pretty being full of my cock.” Ghost muttered, leaning down to kiss and nip your neck. You whined, feeling another knot form in your stomach. You clenched around Ghost, making him groan. “M’close…. s’close…” You spoke in between moans.

“Go ahead and make a mess on my cock, baby. Cum all over this cock like the slut you are.” Ghost demanded. It didn’t take long for your legs to shake and for Ghost’s cock to be drenched in your climax. He slowed his thrusts, pulling out of you. You whimpered at the lost feeling.

“Get up, Lovie. I want to cum all in that pretty mouth of yours.” Ghost said, pulling you off the bench and to your knees. You looked up at him as he pumped himself. Slapping his cock against your lips, you opened your mouth to let him slip in.

“S’fucking warm. Fucking made to take my dick in every fucking hole you have.” Ghost muttered, his hand snaking around the back of your head to shove his dick further down your throat. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tasted all your juices that drenched his cock. Saliva trailed down your chin as Ghost thrust in and out of your mouth at an unforgiving pace. “A fucking slut you are, taking my dick so well. Fuck.” Ghost groaned as his hip stuttered slightly. His cock twitched in your mouth before ropes of cum shot down your throat.

Your eyes screwed shut as Ghost stayed deep in your throat, making sure you swallowed all his cum. He pulled out, bending down to level as you looked up at him. “So, this was going through your mind all this time.” You spoke breathlessly.

“Shocked, Lovie?” Ghost smirked, lifting you back to your feet.

“A little.” You nodded. Ghost tilted your head back to press a rough but gentle kiss to your lips. “Well, I suggest you get used to it because there will be more of that.”

“So, you made your move, huh?” Soap grinned wickedly at Ghost, who sat further down the table. Ghost’s eyes shot to Soap’s as he narrowed them at the man.

“Don’t even try to deny it, LT.” Gaz said, his eyes staying trained on his phone. “All the talk around the base is how a certain skull mask-wearing lieutenant is attached to the hip of the pretty little nurse.”

“She must’ve really made you nervous if it took you almost three months to make a move on her.” Soap teased.

“I did more than make a move on her, Sergeant.” Ghost spoke, “That pretty little nurse is now my pretty little nurse.”

Ghost smirked underneath his mask as he looked between Gaz and Soap. “So, it would do you both good to watch your hands the next to you hug her. Would hate to have to break your fingers off for wandering too far for your own good.”

Without another word, Ghost sauntered out of the meeting room, leaving Soap and Gaz dumbfounded.

“Hm, I was wondering when that boy was going to make a move.” Price hummed from his spot, “All that begging to hire her to this base and took nearly four months to even talk to her.”

“Wait, what? Ghost knew about her before she even got to base?” Gaz asked.

“Ghost was the one who pulled her application.” Price said, “Said ‘his future girl’ had applied, and I needed to get her on base.”

Gaz and Soap looked at each other before sighing. Of course, Ghost knew you before you knew him.

Because it wouldn’t be Ghost if he didn’t.

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