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polyphemusboo · 1 month ago

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Body swap au??? I feel like there can be a lot done with this. Can be whoever you want :)

anon, I’m forever thankful for this ask. i’m gonna make this a little series and give them all different short stories! nsfw marked like this and this so my sfw buddies can read the rest cuz it’s fun. cw: nsfw. v self-indulgent. mention of taxidermy. nothing i write is too explicit and this isn’t an exception lol love me some romantic nsfw. Simon Riley x gn!Reader

wc: 3.3k

Dream of You

Ghost | Soap | Price | Gaz

The birds are chirping, the sun’s so high up you have to squint because, naturally, you forgot your cap. Ghost’s walking next to you, both of you wearing comfortable clothes; his mask isn’t the usual skull one, but the one that's the face of a cat that Soap got for him a few months ago. You had to hide the others so he was forced to wear this one, but it was worth it. He looks a little hilarious with it.

It’s your only day off to explore. You'll be going home after a month-long mission the very next morning, so you’re going to make it count one way or another.

Ghost wasn't happy when you forced him to go with you, but he didn't put up any resistance, at least no other than a grunt. He was the only one who wasn't doing anything else; Soap was cleaning his gun, Gaz was taking a lazy nap and Price was... somewhere.

Honestly, you never know what Price does or where he is during his free time, unless you're all having some whiskey or a smoke, maybe dinner. Most of the time, he just spawns from somewhere to sleep at night.

As both of you walk around the block checking the little shops of books and pastries, Simon suddenly comes to a stop in front of you, an eyebrow raised in interest. You follow his gaze and tilt your head when you see what Simon’s staring at. A second hand shop. It looks smaller than the rest, moth-eaten wood walls and completely out of place; a hidden treasure between two department stores made of big blocks of white and grey.

It looks really old, a little dusty even from outside, but they have old books, odd looking cups, large and small silver chalices, and bones in display. The sight makes you shiver, already taking a step back, but Ghost’s too interested to hear you when you say you should continue, and walks in without a second thought. With a sigh, you follow after him.

The inside of the shop is even weirder. It feels like you’re walking into another dimension many, many years in the past. It smells of gooseberries and lilacs everywhere, under the floor, the air, the walls, and it gets stronger with each step; your mind’s spinning a little, overwhelmed by the scent, but Ghost is blown away.

He’s taking deep breaths, as if he couldn't get enough of it. Ghost takes his time checking everything: the little scented oils, the dusty books, the odd yet beautiful silver chalices, and even went through some of the dresses that seem to be hanging magically in the air. They were all black and white, extravagant and very interesting —maybe a little flashy—.

The owner of the shop clearly likes taxidermy, and apparently modifies some because most of them are just not real: monster-like animals, many of them with horns, gigantic wings perched from the walls and the ceiling… and a big, normal peacock. A tall young woman with white hair is dusting some of them, just a little away from you. She makes the big bear she’s brushing seem almost tiny, and she moves so fast that she seems to disappear when you blink.

"Hello, darlings".

Ghost jumps slightly from the other side of the shop, yet both of you turn at the same time. A beautiful woman’s standing behind the counter; locks of curly, raven black hair falling on her shoulders, eyes the color of electric purple, and her skin is so pale it makes you wonder for a moment if you’re looking at a ghost. Her clothes are black, with raven feathers by the sleeves, and the necklace she’s wearing is silver, a marigold with an obsidian star dangling over her chest; instantly, you realize that’s the owner.

She looks amused. Surprised, even.

"Are you looking for something in particular?" the woman questions, grinning at you.

"Oh. Hm, no, not really. We’re just looking” you reply, looking in Ghost’s direction. He’s practically drooling.

You can’t blame him, really. She’s truly perfect to your eyes, and everytime you think you find something that’s off, it’s like she morphs right in front of you, just growing more beautiful by the minute.

"My, my. Come over, then. I have something you two kids might like".

It’s as if she’s pulling on strings around you. Ghost and you move over before she’s even done talking, eyes eager and hearts pounding.

The woman pulls out a large incense burner. It is, as everything else inside of the shop, made of silver, but the details are insane. You share a look with Ghost before getting even closer, staring at it as if in a trance. The base of the incense burner and its stand are made in the form of a rock, massive stones and leaves. The central part, a long cylindrical container, is decorated with a large peacock, two pine trees twirling around it and becoming it’s handles.

Your fingers hover across the silver leaves, eyes wide. “How much are you asking for it?”

“Oh, you see, I was planning on throwing it away, as I’ve already made use of it for a long time” the woman smiles at you. You can swear your heart trembles just meeting her purple eyes. “It holds no value to me now, so you can take it”.

“We can’t take this for free” Ghost shakes his head, speaking for the first time in front of her, and quickly reaches out for his wallet, but the woman moves faster and stops his hand with a little tap, as if stopping a child. Both Ghost and you shut up instantly.

“Consider it a gift. You look like you need it” she chuckle. “I’ve run out of unicorns, I’m afraid”.

“Of what?”

Even though you try to insist, try to buy something else for the gift, Yennefer —that’s what she said she was called— doesn’t let you. She even gives you her favorite incense for you two to try. Yennefer said something about only using it at night, but neither of you truly understood that, and she didn’t elaborate, only smirking and winking at you.

After that experience, you don’t feel like exploring anymore. Something’s calling you back to the hotel so why wait? Besides, for some reason, Yennefer’s beautiful face was already fading from your mind, and Ghost’s having trouble remembering the woman’s name.

Weird.

By the time you make it back to the hotel, neither of you can pinpoint the woman’s name, nor her face. Not even the shop’s name. It’s all too confusing, but the incense burner is glinting in Ghost’s arms, filled with the woman’s favorite scent and ready to be lit so you can have a good night's sleep.

That’s all you both can remember now, anyway. Lilacs and gooseberries. The incense’s pretty much the same, just stronger, as if infused with something else, but you couldn’t recognize it. In any case, Ghost’s just as excited as you are to try it; maybe the scent could bring back the woman’s face to your brains?

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you again and, eventually, you completely forget about the woman. You don’t question why you suddenly have the incense burner and, if you thought too hard on it, nothing comes to mind. Not the shop, nor the woman. Just Ghost’s face. It’s just yours now, no need to question it.

Wearing sweatpants and a loose top you stole from Gaz the other day, you sink on the bed, back to Ghost, lilacs and gooseberries filling your lungs. The smoke was heavy but not unpleasant at all. It filtered through the windows and under the doors, as if fighting to remain inside. It makes you wonder just for a moment if you’ll get complaints the next morning, but not even a minute later you can hear Ghost snoring next to you, and soon enough, you are out.

You wake up to a gasp and Ghost scrambling off the bed, shaking it enough to make your eyes blink open.

Groggily, yet already worried, you sit up, rubbing your face with a heavy hand. “What? What’s wrong?” you mumble, voice a little too raspy.

“You fucking tell me”. With a start, you realize that’s your voice answering.

“What the—” you yelp, rushing off the bed as well, looking up at yourself.

It’s an experience out of this world, to see yourself standing there even though that expression is just not you. That’s completely Ghost’s. He looks at you —or himself?— with so much hate that it makes you flinch.

“What? Why are you staring at me like this is my fault? I just woke up!”

“I dunno how, but it is. This is— Are we fucking dreaming? What the hell did you do?” he jabbed his finger on your chest. “What the hell did you put in my drink? Are you into that witchcraft shit again?”

With a hiss, you slap his hand away, realizing you’re stronger than you thought you were. Maybe you shouldn’t be jabbing your fingers into their chests anymore. “Nothing! I didn’t do anything this time. For fuck’s sake. We’re probably just dreaming or something. There’s no way—”

Around you, the room starts to shift with each blink, to morph into a place you know all too well. You stand closer to Ghost as the walls change into a familiar grey, the floor becoming bright white, and the room grows bigger as three more beds fill it.

Huh.

You’re sure you’re both stoned somehow, or dead, because why the hell are you two suddenly standing in the middle of the barracks?

Beside you, Ghost grunts in disbelief and immediately walks out, nearly sprinting along the hallway. You follow him to his private room, watching him open the door without a care.

The sight makes you blink once, twice, before you look away, throat constricting as you try really hard not to make a single noise of surprise.

The lieutenant’s lying in bed, trousers and underwear around his ankles, no mask on his contorting face as he furiously strokes himself. He seems blissfully unaware of two unwanted visitors staring; one stunned, and the other one angry. Embarrassed.

Ghost tries to pull you out of the room, turning around with quick feet, a hand on your arm, but the door shuts right in his face. “Come on! Bloody hell. Why is this happening to me? Screw this!”

He’s desperately trying to kick the door down, but nothing happens. It’s as if the dream wants you to watch this, and Dream-Ghost is just not stopping.

If anything, he’s slowly growing louder, and the swift sound of his hand on his raw skin is making it hard to think, to focus. Dream-Ghost’s clearly angry, but you can see his knees trembling just slightly.

“I mean, I don’t wanna be here either, but is this seriously what you find urgent not to see?” you wonder, trying your best not to look at the bed anyway, cheeks hot. “Seems like you’re having fun”.

“Fuck off, you dickhead. Now help me push the door or I’m gonna kill you right now”.

A low grunt, a name, gives you whiplash, pausing in complete disbelief. Ghost slaps his forehead, lips pursed so tightly you just know he’s biting down on his tongue.

“Are you— moaning my name?”

“He is not real. Come on, we gotta go”.

You pull away from his tight grip, walking closer to the man on the bed,

“Is this… real? Is this the past?” you huff, your body growing warmer the longer you look at him. “Gods, we're definitely stoned. And why the hell are you angry? Do you get off to me being a dick or what?”

“What? Gods forbid a man has hobbies” Ghost shrugs, looking away. You can see, however, he isn’t as unaffected as he pretends to be.

You can feel your body reacting, straining against your pants just a little bit, slowly becoming too tight; wearing Ghost's body like a meat suit is definitely something interesting, especially now that you can feel the weight of his hardening dick in your pants. That's yours for now, anyway.

At this point, there’s no point in being shy or modest, so you stand up with no shame and no hiding, arms crossed over your chest with a little mocking grin growing in your lips, teasing as you stare at him, even if it’s a little weird to do so when he looks like you. “Lieutenant, something you wanna share with me?”

Your teasing doesn’t last long, however. Before he can reply, the room changes yet again, and Dream-Ghost is suddenly nowhere to be seen. The colors are pretty much the same, yet it all becomes a little too familiar for you, a soft, singular scent filling your lungs.

In just a blink, you’re standing in your bathroom, and the shower is running.

Your bathroom.

Your house.

“Okay, enough fun. Lets go” you say instantly, grabbing Ghost’s arm to try and kick the door down, just the way he tried to do before. But it doesn’t budge, it doesn’t even make a single noise.

This isn’t so funny anymore.

However, Ghost seems to be having the time of his life for the first time since you two woke up, eyebrows shooting up and a smirk growing across his face as he hears your voice from behind the glass door, echoing in the bathroom over the running shower.

“Well! I don’t know what’s going on, but I think we better find a way to wake up. Or die”.

“No, I don’t think so” he huffs, making you let go with a hard tug as he moves to slide open the glass door.

With a hiss, you can only stare at Dream-You, one of your hands holding you up against the wall, water running over your shoulders and down your back as your other hand’s a little too busy getting yourself off, a little too aggressively. It’s embarrassing, and you really don’t want to hear Ghost’s mocking remarks, but you sigh and prepare yourself for it.

But his face is far from amused. He’s completely focused on Dream-You, barely blinking, lips parting as he takes a deep breath. It’s unsettling watching yourself react like that, but Ghost’s not looking away.

By then, you’re already understanding what’s happening. It’s definitely that incense burner, since it’s the only explanation you can come up with, though you have no idea why.

You remember this day perfectly.

This was a couple months ago. Ghost had looked a little too good barking orders at the new recruits and, unfortunately, you couldn't get it off your head, even at home. Grunting to yourself about it, complaining to no one in particular, turned to this: to you getting off to his voice ringing in your ears.

Dream-You’s bloody shameless, moaning Ghost's real name. You have enough decency to look away from him and yourself, fighting back the twitching in your pants. Or Ghost's, for that matter.

It’s growing increasingly difficult to remember you’re wearing his body like a suit, and you can’t do anything about it. Even making it react like this makes you feel like you’re doing something wrong. It isn’t your fault this is happening, though, so—

You barely have time to feel shame when a strong hand grabs your wrist, pulling you down just a tiny bit before your lips crash against your own face.

The confusion doesn’t really last long, however.

It doesn’t matter if Simon is in your body or if you get things confused in your mind. All that matters is that it’s him kissing you, and those are his hands completely unashamed as he grips you all over. Clearly, he knows where he’s the most sensitive.

“Simon, hold up” you breath out as you pull back, voice strained, unnatural, but neither of you pay any attention to it. Your fingers are digging on his waist, hearts pounding as one. “Are you sure—”

“Shut the fuck up. I don't wanna think much of it” Simon grunts, just in time as Dream-You whimpers and nearly crumbles down the floor, spent.

It doesn’t matter, though, not when the door finally lets you both through, teeth clinking in a fierce, messy kiss as Simon pushes you towards your room, hands ripping on clothes and hair, tugging and squeezing. Just like he knows himself so well, you have him turned into a puddle in your hands in just a few moments.

It doesn’t matter when Simon gets all your clothes off, both of you finally getting a taste of what you have been holding back for months, or years. His mouth and hands are on you, and it doesn’t surprise you that he knows exactly what to do —that's his body, after all—.

Somehow, it’s as if the dream's rewarding you both, because the lights are suddenly low enough that you can only see the shape of your bodies, and your mind does the rest, filling it with the image of Simon’s face instead, and it does the same for him. Neither of you waste a second to take advantage of that.

One of his hands curls around your throat, your stomach flat against the bed until your back curves perfectly against his chest, as if made for him, breathy moans and whimpers filling the room. The slapping of your skin against his is loud and overwhelming, yet none of you stop. If anything, it only makes you go harder, rougher, leaning just how he likes to be touched, and when its your turn, the gasps he lets out are music to your ears.

It’s too hard to focus, with your nails scratching on his back, thighs curling around his waist and his around your head, and when he groans your name, body arching off the bed, it’s just too good to be true.

Just like you are, you can tell he’s committing every touch to memory, no doubt planning to do this himself next time. And there will be a next time.

You’ll make sure of that, if he doesn’t do it himself first.

With the birds chirping outside yet again, you slowly wake up, stretching your back. You feel sore all over, but it’s the best you’ve felt in a long time. The sunlight coming from the window makes your skin feel warm, and it makes it harder for you to get up, knowing you have to leave soon. Only when you feel the bedsheets shuffling slightly, you finally open your eyes. The first thing you see is Simon staring at you in silence, lips parted, seemingly a little worried, or surprised. Maybe both. With a small, sleepy grin, you shuffle closer, a leg slothing between his to get more comfortable. The relief in his body is immediate. His strong arms wrap around you, Simon’s lips finding your shoulder as a shameless hand grips your ass just right. You only pat his back slightly, a little amused.

“I’ve no idea what that was, but we gotta do it again”.

But then, just as you both shift to look at the incense burner, you notice it’s gone.

Only the faint scent of lilacs and gooseberries hangs in the air.

well! this was sm fun! im honestly a bit surprised w just how much i enjoyed it lol @kittygonap