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blog-of-agony-and-despair · 9 hours ago

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~Simon ‘👻’ Riley~

Two soldiers and a watchtower

Ghost with a girl from another division, force 182, who matches his freak better than anyone he’s ever met. She fights back, doesn’t flinch every time he moves and can hold her own in a fight.

Warnings: smut, sex in a watchtower, banter, arguing, swearing, very little aftercare, working out, reader can be seen as American as she’s called “yank” at one point, use of sweetheart, lovey and birdy, smoking,

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Simon “ghost” Riley never thought he’d find anyone. He’s too tough and away from home too often and isn’t the most attractive on his team, in his opinion, by far. His comrades describe him as married to the job- and they’ve always said he’ll never find anyone tough enough to handle him anyway.

Until you. You came for a long-term mission with another division from the USA. You’re one of the only women in the group but the strongest out of all of them and it’s obvious you’re the “ghost” of your team- he could tell from the start that you were strong, physically and mentally and barked orders at everyone- no matter who they were..even him at one point. You caught his eye from the beginning.

A week into the team up of the divisions and the two of you hate each-over..and Simon loves it. Normally, people don’t argue back to him or are too scared to correct him..not you..and he can’t help but admire it in a way.

…

Day one.

But now, the two of you are in the back of one of the smaller military trucks, going towards the gates, a soldier in the front driving quietly. Everyone else has been dropped off at their barracks but after a particularly bad row between you and Simon, your being forced to stay up on nights watch around the gates of the base as a punishment…in full gear. all night. For the rest of the week. Alone.

It’s already getting dark- the winter weather not helping either of you. The stars are already in the sky and the moon is shining down on you both.

He’s glaring at you, his gun resting against his chest as he does, the only skin he’s showing because of his gear are his eyes.

You glare back at him- your gear heavy and your gun next to you, leaning against your shoulder. The duffel bag that holds weapons and some food the two of you may need.

Simon continues to glare at you. He hates those eyes of yours, but he loves the fire behind them. He hates your body in that combat suit, but loves your figure...he hates how strong you are, but he craves it…and he has little to no idea why.

He can feel his body reacting to you..he can feel a shiver run through him, his heart beat getting a little faster but he ignores it. Trying to ignore everything about you.

“Stop looking at me. Look forward.” His masks moved with every word- it makes one of your eyebrows raise.

“You ever take that off, tough guy?” You motion to his mask mockingly, moving to sit against the side of the van properly.

He rolled his eyes, glaring at you once again. “It stays on. Always.” He shifts to get more comfortable, sitting facing you. His eyes tracing over you again but for different reasons this time. He was checking you out..or at least trying to anyway.

You smirk- “you ugly under there or something?”

His glare hardens. “Quite the opposite.”

You snicker and lean back further against the truck, tilting your head back to look at the stars above- shaking your head slowly..“Doubt it.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. You could practically hear him growl out his response in a low grumble, muffled slightly by the fabric. “Watch it. Soldier..You have no idea what I look like under this.”

You put your elbow on the side of the truck and put the side of your head on the palm of your hand, propping yourself up as you look back at him. “I don’t exactly want to find out- I’d be blinded by ugliness.”

He rolled his eyes again at the insult. He was used to it from new teammates, but from you? His blood was starting to boil from it but he kept his temper in check for now.

“Clever. Think of that all on yer’ own, or did Mummy help you come up with it?”

You scoff. “And if she did? Got something against mommys?” You raise your eyebrows in sarcastic question.

He rolled his eyes again. That damn smile. He wanted to just shut you up..but he knew he couldn't.

You look him up at down..“how tall are you- 6’0?” You scoff out, looking towards the camp you’ve just come from, trying not to act too interested.

He gave you a deadpanned look as you spoke. He knew the height comment was coming as soon as you looked up at him. Of course you'd comment on it. He scoffed, sitting up more straight and crossing his arms over his chest, making his arms flex a bit through his own gear. "I'm 6'4.." he answered bluntly, not taking his eyes off of you.

“You’re tall.”

“Yeah, almost a foot from the looks of it.” He grumbles. “Brilliant observation, genius.”

“You’re very welcome.” You wink as you get out some gum from your pocket- cherry..he likes cherry.

You pop two into your mouth and nod to him, holding out the packet.

He sighs and mutters something under his breath as he leans over and takes the packet, leaning back as he takes out two- like you did..then puts his gloved hand under his mask, carefully and slowly so you don’t see anything and he throws the packet back to you. You catch it easy and put it back in your pocket, the one just next to your belt.

“I like cherry..” he mutters. “Cherries are the worst soft fruits to watch scary movies with. They spend the whole time hiding behind a cushion as they are cherrified.” He looks at you casually as he jokes..

You sigh loudly- “for fucks sake, don’t tell me that’s all you do.” You groan. He smirks under the mask- and you can see the slight wrinkle of his eye just next to his nose. “Just wait- we have 4 days.” He gruffs out as the truck comes to a sudden stop.

You grab your gun and grab onto the side, vaulting yourself over it and landing steady on your feet against the grass that leads to the watchtower that the two of you will be staying in every. Single. Night.

You’ve already been given the timetable, it’s easy to remember because it doesn’t fuckin’ change. Monday-sunday, get the truck at 6:30 at night and don’t leave until 5:30 in the morning the next day- sleep through the day and then get up and do the exact same thing when you wake up. 11 hour shifts with ghost? Fuck. Your. Life.

He gets out the same way you do- landing on his feet and grabbing his gun and the duffel bag once he has.

“Pick you up at 5:35 tomorrow, bright and early.” Terry, the driver calls out as you both as he drives off.

“Okay- thank you!” You call out and wave slightly before turning and walking towards the watchtower- you go to the steps quickly, holding onto the railing as you do, your gun over your other shoulder. He follows behind slower, sighing at every corner he turns on.

You stop at the door and turn to him, leaning against the wall. “You have the key, right?”

“Of course I have the bloody key.” He goes into his pocket and gets out a plain silver key, opening the door and pulling it towards him, moving to the side for you to walk in.

You mutter a thanks to him as you walk in- looking around the..rather small room, You flip on the lights switch just next to you. It’s a plain. square box room- a two seater couch just to the right when you first walk in- a square coffee table informed of the couch. The wall infront of the entrance and the wall to the left both have long windows that take up the middle of the walls and there are tables put together along the wall to the left with a couple of chairs along them. There’s one table against the wall infront of the entrance that has a kettle, mugs and coffee packets and tea bags there, in the far right corner is a mini-fridge.

He closes the door behind him before surveying the room just like you are. He huffed as he looked at the room- it was small..and there was a couch..of course there was a damn couch.

"Great. A couch." He says sarcastically and walks towards it, putting his gun on the table in front of it before sitting down on the right side and putting his feet up onto the wood next to his gun, his hands going behind his head.

You put your gun next to his and you walk towards one of the ‘spinny’ chairs and sit down on it, putting your feet up onto the table- “where exactly do we piss and shit?” You tilt your head back against the back of the chair and look at him- upside down.

“Outside. There’s an outhouse.” He tilts his head slightly at you as you sigh and look back to the window.

“Brilliant.” You mutter sarcastically.

“I’ve got one- Why did the outhouse get promoted?” His voice is full of humour.

You close your eyes- mentally repairing yourself..

“Because it was outstanding in its field…of waste.”

You clench your jaw. “Stop.” “Never.”

You look to the kettle then look over your shoulder to look at him..then you bring your feet down and walk towards the kettle and put it on- “make me a proper British cuppa.” You say in a bad British accent- the worst he’s heard in a while.

He raised an eyebrow, a small huff of a laugh escaping him when you spoke to him in a bad British accent. He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not a bloody butler, you know. Make it yourself, yank."

“Oh- come on, I’ve never had a Brit make me one. It’s- it’s what your known for!” You smirk and turn towards him, leaning against the table. “Would it help if I said please?”

“Not really-” “make me a cup of tea, now.” You bark out- your military side really showing.

He sighs as he stands up, walking towards the kettle. He gets out a mug slightly hesitationtly- before turning on the kettle and getting the teabag ready.

You look up at him and smirk, he’s stood next to you as he works..“thanks..” you whisper smugly and he side-eyes you- unamused as he opens a packet of sugar.

When he’s finished he slides it slightly towards you, turning so the side of his hip is against the table and he crosses his arms over his chest. “That’ll be the best cuppa’ you’ve eva’ ‘ad.”

You raise an amused eyebrow as move to sit down on the table, your legs coming off the edge of it- as you slowly pick up the mug. you bring it to your lips and you take a hesitant sip.

..“well?” He nods towards it- trying not to stare at your body in those pants- shite, what’s gotten into him?! He’s never usually like this, it’s easy for him to keep his eyes to the ground but with you? He couldn’t possible..

“You could say it’s- tea-riffic.” You snort into your cup and he has to close his eyes to keep himself from laughing. “Not bad…not bad at all.” He walks back towards the couch and you grin- obviously proud with yourself. “I’m aware.” You look over at him as he sits down- and he tilts his head slightly at you- his eyes baring into yours deeply…

“So..what’s the big bad ghosts’s favourite colour?” You narrow your eyes challengingly at him…he thinks for a couple of moments..nobody’s ever asked him this before. Because why would they?…“red.” He mutters before lying down, looking to the ceiling.

The rest of the night was full of the two of you making slight chit chat, you on your spinny chair, swaying back and forth gently as he stares at the lights that you’ve switched off above, his head on the arm of the couch. Most of the time he hated answering questions- but you don’t ask bad ones.

You fell asleep against the truck on the way back to the base..and he watched as your gun hit you on your head at the bump- making no means to catch it before it did -knocking you awake..it made him smirk under the mask..

“Shut up-” you mumbled as you rubbed the side of your head. It made him snicker.

Day two.

Today has been better than usual. You’ve talked all day- got him to open up more and learnt more about him.

Ghost is on the floor, doing pushups, your hands are wrapped around a bar that you put up on the doorframe and your doing pull-ups, your legs put over eachover below you. “Two fish sit in a tank.” He says out of nowhere, looking over at you as he stops moving for a second, his arms on show- he had taken his coat off when he got in and when you caught a glimpse of his tattoos you did a double take. You sigh and close your eyes. “Yes?” He continues on with his pushups. “One turns to the other and goes- ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” He looks sideways at you- silently begging you to laugh.

You sigh and look up as you do another pull up. “I’m too tired for this.” He lets out a gruff laugh as he watches you pull yourself up..your strength is strangely attractive to him.

He puts one hand behind his back, continuing them with only one hand. “Ave’ got a better one-” you let out a small laugh and look over at him. “Please- no-”

“Knock knock.” You sigh and put your legs straight before you let go of the bar, landing on your feet, sweating.

“Who’s there?” You tilt your head slightly as you look at his arm as it blushes with every push. “Yoda lady.” You furrow your eyebrows- “yoda lady who-” the realisation slaps you in the face. “I hate you..” You look at him with pure disappointment and annoyance.

He looks over and laughs- not a small one- a real laugh that makes you scoff loudly- “don’t laugh- that was so bad-” He laughs harder and takes a deep breath as he moves to use his other hand.

“Yoda lady who-” he mutters in amusement. You sigh. “It’s really not that funny. You sure you’re not a dad? You’rere making a lot of dad jokes.”

He grins and moves so he’s on his knees, reaching over for his water.

You look to the side so he can lift up his mask and take a quick swig of water, putting it back down on the table with a small sigh as he does..you look back to him as he fixes his max around his neck..

“You love them really..” he snickers. “I hate them. I hate you- your jokes, your attitude..” you mumble. “Stupid jokes most of all-” you say this..as you stare at his heaving chest and the way he looks on his knees- you shake your head slightly and turn towards the coffee table next to you, picking up your own bottle of water.

…

He grins to himself. He decides to piss you off just a tiny bit more. “What do you call a fake noodle?” He looks over at you- only to see you quickly turn to him- “an impasta!” You laugh victoriously and point at him- “I know that one!” You smile and he goes quiet for a couple of seconds- taking in the genuine look of hot on your face and how happy you seem to be that you managed to solve one of his jokes out.

“Why shouldn’t ye’ trust an atom?” He blurts it out before he can stop it. You raise an eyebrow..“why?” You sigh again- but it’s more out of amusement now and narrow your eyes slightly at him as you walk over to your spinny chair, putting your elbow on the arm of the chair as you look up at him, your chin going to the palm of your hand. “Because they make up everything.” He says it quietly..as if it’s a secret-

You take a deep breath and nod slowly, your obviously trying your best not to laugh. “That was a good one..” you admit with a small grin.

“I know.” He leans back slightly, still on his knees.

You roll your eyes and lean back against the chair. “Time?” He looks to the watch on his wrist- “3:25.”

You stand up and walk towards the mini-fridge. “Still 3 hours 5 left.” You groan.

He stands up slowly- but doesn’t move for a moment or two..just looks you over..before he slowly walk towards you. “You know- you’re not as bad I thought you were to begin with..the bad jokes could be stopped- but other than that your not the hardest person to share a watchtower with..”

you get out an iced coffee you put in there when you first got in before you shrug and turn to him-

As you do- he’s right in front of you..your almost chest to chest. “Wish I could say the same.” He says sarcastically, but it’s obvious he doesn’t mean it. He stares down into your eyes- his eyes are beautiful.

“Shut up.” You playfully nudge his shoulder with your own as you walk past- but he grabs your upper arm before you can get far, his masked face extremely close to your own.

At first you found the skull creepy and unsettling..it still is- but it also does something to you now. Something it 10000% shouldn’t be. He uses it to scare people off, not turn them on.

“What?” You mutter in confusion- not making any move to get out of his grip..you see that thin line between his shirt and his neck and you see him swallow as he tries to get his words out.

“You’re not..the worst person to be stuck with either.” He mumbles, looking you up and down..the way you hold yourself with such confidence and without a spec of fear in your eyes shouldn’t be so attractive to him..

You smile slightly. “I’m glad.” You wink playfully and as you go to walk again he holds onto you harder- not enough to fully hurt but enough for you to stay where you are. “Your still a pain in my arse, though- don’t forget tha’.” You roll your eyes- “you had to ruin it..didn’t you?” You move your face closer-

He moves closer to you. Your chest is now completely against his. “I..” he starts but he mumbles off..he can see every freckle, mark and scar on your face and neck from this angle, it makes him feel things he shouldn’t be. Not for you…“i need a nap.”

He lets go of you and walks towards the couch. “Wake me up if you see anything- or need anything.” He lies down on it, putting his hands behind his head. “Alright..” you say quietly and walk towards the chair, sitting down on it and spinning it to face the window- putting one leg over the other as you look down to the woods, taking a sip of the iced coffee.

You really, really hate to admit it..but the way he grabbed you..the way he made you stay next to him- and stared into your eyes..god- it turned you on. You press your thighs together as you take a deep breath- you need to calm the fuck down.

You want him..yes- you hate him- but you still..want him. God- more than anything you want him.

He noticed your thighs coming together..it made that smug part of him show just a little as he fixed himself in his pants.

Day three.

“I fucking hate you- you don’t know how to keep your fucking mouth closed!” You snarl as you slam the door of the tower closed, turning to him- he got there about ten minutes before you did. He hadn’t let you get a word in at the meeting this morning- you were both exhausted after your second night in the tower and you’ve simply snapped.

The two of you argued relentlessly on the drive here- it was so bad that Terry stoped halfway rather than the full hour, meaning you had to walk for half an hour- his long legs meant he got there before you- hence why he got there minutes earlier.

He growls as he turns to you- “oh fuck you, you wanker- I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true-”

“I could have said those things too if you had given me a fucking chance!”

“Is all you say ‘fucking’?!”

“Fuck you!” You sit down on your chair and turn away from him- taking deep breaths -god you just wanna kill him-!

You suddenly feel yourself get spun around quickly- and harshly stopped. His hands are on the arms of your chair, holding on tightly- his body is practically hovering over yours and he’s staring into your eyes- you feel his breath through his mask hit your face and it’s sends goosebumps down your spine.

“Fuck me? You’re the one acting like a lil fuckin’ bra’.” He spits out, his voice low and irritated.

You don’t look away or flinch back, you stare back at him- his accents doing more to you than it should be.

You can’t help the way your thighs press together slightly- desperately needing something to ease the throbbing that’s beginning to appear-

He looks down- notices your movement..then looks back to your eyes..“someone’s needy.” He mutters before he moves to stand up straight, letting go of the arms of your chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares down at you.

Your breath hitches- “you’rere delusional.” You scrunch your nose up in disgust at him.

“I don’t think I am, birdy.”

“I hate you- and don’t call me birdy!..”

“Most people secretly want what they hate…not you though, yer not being very secretive about it.” He mocks.

“God- I just wanna-” you hiss out before he cuts you off- “what? Kill me? Slap me? Kiss me? Fuck me?” He rolls his eyes- “All of the above?”

“You’rere not exactly my type.” You lie through your teeth and he spots it quick enough. “Bollocks.” He nods his head up at you once, looking you up and down as he does.

“Not bollocks, actually-” you say in a bad English accent, making fun of him. “You don’t know me- I might have a boyfriend- fuck, a husband, outside of the 182!” He shakes his head-

“But you don’t. I know you don’t- I see the way you look at me..if you did, I’d be telling you to break up- or divorce the man you’re with.” He gruffs out.

Your jaw tightens. “You don’t exactly keep your eyes up here either.” You point two fingers at your own eyes- glaring up at him still as you do. “You want me just as bad..”

“So you do admit ya’ want me, then?” He smirks under the mask, proud of himself.

Your cheeks flush very slightly- “no- now you’re putting words in my mouth-” you growl up at him, standing up..as you do, your chest almost touches his and you realise soon enough it doesn’t help your predicament at all..

He looks down to where your chests meet..“You were sayin’?” He narrows his eyes at you.

You close your eyes..“shut up.” You turn to the kettle and put it on, getting out a mug.

He smirks as he turns and sits back down on his couch- “tha’s wha’ I thought..” he mumbles as he sits down. Spreading his legs as he does.

You turn your head slowly to him. “What was that?”

He looks at you..and he’s about to repeat what he said in a smug voice..but then he sees the look on your face..

“What?” He acts innocence- his thighs tensing as you turn fully towards him. “No- Nono- what was that, ghosty? That’s what you thought?” You snarl and his eyes widen very, very slightly-

“No I didn’t-” You walk towards him and he sits up in his seat-

You stop inbetween his manspread legs and glare down at him. “I hate you.” You sigh.

“Feelin’s mutual.” He mutters and leans forward slightly, looking up at you..

“Why do you have to be such a dick?! Why can’t you just admit you don’t actually mind me as much as you make out?!” You scowl, extremely annoyed.

“Because if I do- I don’t know what I’ll do.” He spits back, standing up suddenly, he towers over you- he is 6’4- and as tough as his body may be? His eyes are a while different story. “And I don’t mean slapin’ ya.” He admits harshly.

You look up at him in surprise…“what if I want that?” You says quietly- quieter than before..you say it before you can stop yourself, if your being honest..

“Prove it.”

One hand slowly goes towards his shoulder- obviously not wanting to touch him without permission. Your eyes look into his- asking if you can.

He seems..hesitant. But he leans over, flicks off the lights and nods and you put your hand on his shoulder, he puts one hand on your hip and gently but firmly pulls you towards him. He motions to your hips and you get the idea soon enough..you sit him back down onto the couch.

You don’t even think about the light- you assume it’s because he dosent want you seeing him properly or something- to be honest, you don’t really care.

You move so your straddling him, not putting your entire body weight on him but enough that you can feel him through his pants..“told ya’ ya’ wanted me..”

You roll your eyes as you grind down against him to shut him up- not roughly or hard- hit enough to make make him close his eyes..“You don’t get much, do you?…”

“Not really, no-” he admits as his hands rest gently on your hips. He grins up against you perfectly and you let out a small huff. “Mask on?” You mock, knowing what his answer will be- “obviously..” he says coldly.

“How are we gonna..one of your hands go to his mouth and you can feel him smile below it. “We don’t..is that..ok?” You nod slowly- grinding down against him again- “but it better be as big as your ego.” You scoff and he scoffs back sarcastically, looking down the growing bulge in his pants. “I wouldn’t worry about that one..”

You undo your pants, lifitng one leg at a time until you manage to awkwardly get them off, leaving you in black panties he just knows are soaked- he puts one hand on the edge of it and traces along towards that small bow at your front, playfully flicking it.

Your hands go to his belt and you gently take it off him- “m’ not made of glass.” He reminds you sarcastically, pinching your side playfully. You jolt at the feeling and hit his shoulder- “hey-” he snickers and rubs his thumb over where he pinched..

You sigh as you take off his belt and unzip and undo his pants- thanking the gods above that he doesn’t have a lot of armour and gear past his hips.

You tighten down just enough so his boxers are on show and- sweet hold Mary mother of Jesus- “oh..” you mutter..even with the boxers on you can see he’s huge- it’s big enough that it goes past that pretty little bow of yours Long and obviously thick- a large, white, and damp spot where his tip is..

“shit, ghosty..” you mutter- slowly running your finger along it, pressing harder when you get the feeling of a vein- “Simon..call me Simon.” He breaths out, watching as you get to his tip and press down gently on it, watching as the outline of it bobs slightly..

“Simon.” You test it out on your tounge, looking down at him..“thats never gonna fit-”

He sighs, making you shut up. Shit, he likes how his name sounds coming out of your mouth a little bit too much- now he has to make you scream it. He puts his two fingers on that small bow- pushing down slightly as he traces it down slowly, looking for that cute little button of yours, only stopping when he feels your thighs tense against his- there she is. He presses down harder and feels a sense of smugness when you let out a shaky sigh. “I’ll make it fit, sweetheart.” The nickname has you thirsting-

He circles it slowly, making you move the hand on the arm of the couch to his shoulder, grounding yourself- he’s right. You’re soaked- he can fucking feel it, but not feel it enough. He brings his hands together and slowly takes off his right glove, showing his pale skin..it’s littered in scars and marks from his time in the 141. It’s endearing to you..pretty, even. They aren’t so different from your own.

He slowly traces his middle finger along the hemline of your panties, before he gently pushes it past them, moving down towards your cunt. “So wet..barley even touched you.” He whispers as he gets to your clit once again, circling it slightly rougher this time, making you moan softly- “Simon-” you gasp out, closing your eyes and tilting your head back, gently rocking your hips against his finger-

He suddenly goes further down and hooks his finger up and into you- plunding into your heat. “Si!” You pant and hold harder onto his shoulder- god your pathetic! It’s one finger- what’s gotten into you?!

“Want me to put anotha’ in?” He looks up at you, even whilst he’s under you- he’s still the one in charge..not barking orders at him anymore, are you? He thinks to himself- smirking under the mask.

You nod desperately, clenching- “ask nicely.” He scoffs. “Please- please- one more-” he nods to himself as he brings his other finger next to his own and begins to slowly pump them in—out—in—out of you. The pace is perfect- his two fingers alone feel like half the dicks you’ve taken in your life and it drives you insane- you buck against them and he begins to go slightly faster. In-out-in-out-

“Simon-” you bring your head down to his other shoulder, panting against it- he can feel your breath against it and he groans quietly..“you like that?” At first- you think he’s mocking you- but when he nudges you, you realise he’s genuinely asking. “Fuck, yes- I love it-” the confusion in your voice makes him go faster, realising you’re genuinely enjoying it- inoutinoutinout- “fuck-” Your hips stutter slightly-

He begins to scissor his fingers, if your acting like such a whore for something so small you’ll fall apart on his cock-

You moan and your eyesbrows kint together, as your mouth opens- “si- so close-” you breath out and he grins in pride- “already?” He goes faster and you nod quickly- moving both hands to his arm- “shit-shitshit-” you look down at his hand shoved into your panties-“Atta’ girl- there ya’ go- c’mon cum for me.” you can’t help the way your hips jerk harder against his fingers as you finish. “Simon-” you call out as his pace begins to falter and slow down. “Good girl..” he mutters as he slowly brings his fingers out of you.

He looks into your eyes as he brings his hand up to his mask, using his other one to lift up the front of us forwards- so you can’t see his face but he can put his fingers into his mouth, the sucking noise that comes from it makes you want him all over again.

You hook your fingers into your panties and quickly pull them down, looking down at his very prominent..problem. “I hope you’re ready for it..”

“Si, it’s not gonna fit-” you insist but he puts his one gloved hand over your mouth. “We’ll make it fit..but ya’ gotta trust me, birdy.” You nod slowly and he lets go of your mouth, moving to his boxers..

“Shit.” You mutter as he gets them off- he’s the biggest you’ve seen..it makes you fucking drip.

He pulls you towards him and jerks up his thighs so they smash against your body- making you gasp and your body move further up. “Si-” you look at him- your face is inches away from his mask.

“Ssshhhhh.” He says softly as he presses hit tip against your entrance, his hands holding tightly onto your hips- you whine and hold onto his shoulders tightly, gripping onto the colder fabric of his shirt.

He slowly pushes up- making you whimper softly. God- just the tip is enough to make you wanna scream. “I got’cha- don’t worry-” he gently pulls you down onto him as he lifts his hips up, making you moan and clench around him. “Oh sweetheart..” he groans quietly- “just about halfway-” you almost go pale- “huh?” You look at him in suprise and pure bliss- “only halfway-?” Your mouth opens slightly.

He nods slowly as he pushes you down a little bit harder- “oh-!” You gasp-

When you do bottom out, you’re panting heavily- he’s so deep! “Simon..so- deep-” he smirks under the mask, you just know it- “yeah? Can you feel me in ‘er?” He taps your lower stomach playfully, making your jolt and nod quickly.

The pain of having him in you soon turns into a crippling pleasure- You jerk your hips gently and you let out a small sigh- “fuck- move, please-”

He jerks his own hips up harshly, making you moan- “Simon-” you move one hand to his chest and the other to his bicep as he grips onto your hips tighter, thrusting up once- then twice- then three times- and from the third he sets a steady pace.

You moan softly with every movement, praising and whimpering his name- “fuck-” he grunts as he began to move faster, grabbing your hands and putting them at the curve of your back, holding on tightly as he moves even faster-

You moan and lean back against both his hands and yours, giving him a clear view of how he enters you.

He groans at the sight- how stretched out your poor pussy looks how desperate she is for him..and moves to hold your hands in his gloved hand bringing his other bare one down and to your clit, circling it with his thumb quickly-

“So close!” You whine out and throw your head back in pure bliss- “shit!” You hold onto his hand with your own, “already?” He playfully mocks. “Too much for you, hm?” He growls out as he begins in to move you with him, making you moan louder, his thumb circles your clit faster. You’d be suprised if your comrades back at camp couldn’t hear you.

“‘M close too- do it with me, birdy- with me.” He snarls and you nod quickly as you lean back up, looking down at him-

Surprising both you- and himself..he teaches up with the hand that was circling and he grabs onto his mask, shoving it off his head to grab the back of yours, pulling you down to kiss you desperately.

Your eyes widen in surprise but you kiss him back, moaning into his mouth- “Simon-” you say into the kiss, trying to lean back and take a look at his face but he keeps your head by his, continuing to kiss you.

You get that feeling in your lower stomach and you moan, your eyes closing and you put your head against his- “oh fuck I’m-” he nods- “me too-”

Your hips stutter and rock against his as you finish, your mouth opening in a silent scream. He pulls out with a grunt- just in time for him to squirt all over your lower stomach and thighs, staining some of your army shirt. “Fuck..” he pants and leans back-

When you see his face you freeze, looking into his eyes..he has messy blonde hair and the black makeup around his eyes is smudged around towards his cheeks and he a slight bit of stubble- but he’s..beautiful. “Shut up-” he reaches for his mask but you put your hand over his before he can. “You were right…the opposite.” You mutter in defeat and his eyebrows furrow slightly, his eyes looking over your face.

You clear your throat and go to move off of him- gasping as you do- “ow..” he snickers and helps you move onto the other side of the couch, “Al’ get you some tissue- you obviously need it-”

he looks to the dampness between your legs and stands up- pulling his boxers and pants back up quickly. He goes towards one of the drawers under the table, getting out a cloth before he walks back over and wipes between your legs- then all over your thighs and lower stomach, walking towards the door and opening it, letting some fresh air in..

“Thanks..” you mutter, and pull your panties and pants back up, looking towards his mask and picking it up with both hands, running a finger over the white skull on it..you turn to him- expecting him to be stood outside or still at the door. Instead he’s right in front of you.

You take the chance to look around his face and admire how pretty he actually is..his freckles, the mark on his right cheek..

“I-”-“You-”

You both go quiet again..

“Here.” You pass him back his mask. “I think you look better without, though..” he takes the mask and looks at it for a couple of seconds..before he puts it on the table, on top of his gun as he leans in and kisses you again, his hands moving to your face as he does.

You go still for a couple of moments before you kiss him back..he gently moves you back against the wall- not in a sexual way..but in a simple, loving way…your hands move to cup his neck, basking in how he feels against you.

You lean back after a couple of moments and you look up into his eyes..“not bad.” You joke and he snickers.

Two hours later.

He walks back into the tower after having a smoke- shirtless with only his army pants and boots on. He looks to you, lying on the couch in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties, a magazine in hand..the two of you have gone 3 times since your little..detour. He looks to the guns on the table- along with your boots next to them and socks tucked into them. He’s practically obsessed with you- how you feel around him, how he’s able to just..take his mask off with you. He isn’t been able to do that with many people. You’re achy in the best way possible, feeling stretched out and oh-so fulfilled.

You look over at him and smile, watching as he walks past, towards the kettle. “Cuppa’?” You nod. “You make them the best.” You mutter sarcastically and he flips you off as he gets two mugs with one hand, making you laugh softly and look back to your magazine.

You bring your feet as he goes to sit down next to you on the couch and you put your legs on his lap, feet on the arm of the couch. You move the magazine to your chest and you look at him. “Thanks..”

He puts one hand on your ankle as he nods and takes the magazine off your chest and opens it, reading it himself..you admire him for a couple of moments..you really think you could live the rest of your life like this- even if you do still hold a rather large amount of hate for him..he’s handsome, a gentlemen- good very good at making you feel so fucking good..and you think- in the crowd of hate, there may be a touch of like.

He looks over at you and smiles softly, too soft for a war criminal- it’s the first time you’ve seen his smile and it makes butterflies ricochet off your stomachs walls- god, what the fuck is he doing to you?!

Day four- the last day.

The drive over to the tower was much calmer..Terry looked suspicious in the drivers seat- he couldn’t take his eyes off the way you smiled at every word ghost says- how ghost didn’t sit across from you..but next to you instead..when he stopped the truck, he watched as the two of you went up the stairs with a certain kick in your steps..he drove off with a shrug, muttering about how weird people can be..he assumes it’s because it’s the last day.

The second he closes the door behind him he turns the lights off and takes off his mask and presses his lips to yours, your with it immediately and you kiss him back, laughing as you do- “hi.” You whisper and he pushes you back towards the table- “‘ello.” He kisses your cheek and puts you up onto the wood, spreading your legs to kneel between them. “Been wantin’ to do this since yesterday.” He mumbles as he undoes your belt.

You gasp softly and put one hand in his hair- “someone’s eager.” He pulls your belt off and scoffs as he looks up at you. “Of course I am..” he undoes and pulls down your pants- but freezes when he sees red panties. His favourite colour. “Oh, birdy..” he mutters and leans in, kissing clothed cunt gently. You smile. “Suprise?” He pulls your panties down your legs, laughing softly before he gets to work.

his tongue works against you sinfully- the way he sucks on your clit and ravishes you like he has nothing left to loose should be experimented on.

Your hands hold and thread into his hair as you moan and wrap your thighs press gently against his head, legs resting on his shoulders. You know this is your second to last day and you wanna make the most of the privacy you have.

He leans back to look up at you- “what do you call a a lesbian dinosaur?” You pant as you look down at him- an unamused look on your face- “what?” He repeats- “what do you call a a lesbian dinosaur?” You groan, realising it’s another joke. “What do I call a lesbian dinosaur?” He smirks up at you. “A lickalotapuss.” You can’t help but laugh- it’s so stupid..so fucking stupid. “You’rere an idiot.” You playfully push him back down and he immediately latches onto you again, sucking and licking vicariously. He sucks on your clit as he brings two fingers up and gently taps your entrance with them-

Stop teasing- he suddenly makes you take them both whole- earning a slap to the shoulder that makes him snicker.

An hour later.

You walk out and lean against the railing, fully clothed once again..you find it hard to believe your even allowing ghost to look at you in such a way- never-mind touch and handle you the way he is..the last hour was spent with the two of you just going at it like rabbits- and you love it. You definitely prefer it over arguing with him..it’s a good way to loose energy and- who the fuck are you kidding?

You’re crushing on him. You love the way he feels inside you and how harsh he is- yet how careful and gentle he is with you. You like the way he looks and acts- you’re crushing on Simon hard.

You look over at him as he walks out, cigarette in mouth and shirt in hand, pants undone and boots on the floor next to the table, he turns the lights on.

“Why do you always turn the lights off?” You raise an eyebrow. “Our silhouettes.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What?”

He puts the cigarette on the wooden railing- “look at the base-” he gently nudges your shoulder as he looks over to it.

You look over to the (very) far distance- you can see the buildings and the lights off it- and even further away you can see the watch tower on the other side of the army’s land. “What about it?”

“If someone were to get a sniper- binoculars whatever, they’d be able to see us obviously, but even without one- if anyone looks over to this tower and we’re to focus on it they’d be able to see our silhouettes inside it.” He looks to you.

“Wait- really?” He nods slowly. “When we actually have fre’ will and we can go ‘round base wheneva’ we want, look to it at night an’ you’ll see.”

“I thought you turned them off because you didn’t want me looking at you.” You look up at him- and he raises an eyebrow. “What?” You nod- “yeah- because I noticed how it was always before we fuck.” You smile and he rolls his eyes- picking his cigarette back up. “Your an idiot.” He takes a drag and you roll your eyes playfully, leaning against him. “Shut up.”

He puts an arm around you and looks to the view, blowing the smoke out gently..

“We have to pack up tomorrow, last day..” you mutter, but it’s obvious what you’re asking..what’s gonna happen afterwards..?

“I know..how long are are you here for until you go back?..”

“Two days..” you look up at him..you know it’s not a very long time. Not a long time at all.

He clenches his jaw slightly and sighs. “Right.”

…

“Look- is this..whatever we have just this? Or is it something more?” You look back to the stars and the moon and how beautiful it looks from up here.

He goes quiet for a couple of moments. “I dunno..I..” he look to the railing then lets go of you, turning to rest the back of his hips against the railing rather than he front. “I wan’ it to be more..” he admits..“but how?” He looks down to you.

“Letters? Email- visits-” you shrug with one shoulder. “I-..” you move one hand to hold onto the railing. “I don’t want this to be just sex either…”

He nods slowly and sighs- “we’ll work’it out.” He leans down and gently presses his lips to yours. You kiss him back gently and lean against him, feeling content just..being here, with him.

You realise quickly that you want to be with him- always..

You know you might never see him again after packing up today and being sent back to to your own base, countless, countless miles away..

You spend the day just..talking..and laughing and drinking tea..when it came to packing up you both helped eachover and when you saw the car pull up a sense of dread washed over both of you. So did a sense of anger.

“Never should’ve gotten so attached.” He mumbles to you as he glares at you, leant against the railing as he watches you tie your boots, putting his mask on.

“It’s not my fault, it was you and your stupid fucking dad jokes.” You walk past him, grabbing the bag off him as you go down the stairs quickly-

“Hey-” he follows you down. “It’s not ma fault- yer’ the one who came onta me first-” you scoff as you turn the corner. “No- you’re the one who made the eyes at me!” He turns it right after you. “Quotin’ artic monkeys- so mature.” He mocks-

You turn the next corner. “Oh fuck you, Simon!” You go faster. “No- fack you!”

You get to the bottom and throw the bag into the back before you grab onto the side and jump up then in, sitting down in the far corner. He gets in after you and sits in the opposite corner..

He’s too stubborn to admit that he should be holding you right now..getting the address of your base and getting your email- but he’s too proud..

When you get back to base, you let him grab the bag as you simply get out and walk towards where your comrades are staying, needing a fucking nap and a break from ghost- and as you go to walk in, ghost grabs your upper arm.

“I’ll write to you.” He looks into your eyes- he looks..strange with the mask on now. Your used to him having it off- for countless hours with you in the tower. “I promise you..I’ll write to you.” He nods.

You look at him for a couple of moments..

“You better.” You slip a piece of paper into his hand and walk into the room, closing the door behind you.

He opens it to reveal the exact coordinates to your base..and he can’t help but smile. He’ll write to you. He’ll write if it’s the last thing he ever does.

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