#listen the man wears a ghost mask and skeleton gloves

[ivymarquis]

ghost + "like what you see?"

😘

Sin Sunday

Cardio

Pairing| Simon Riley x F!Reader Rating| T Word Count| ~450 Kinks/Content/Warnings| Nothing too exceptional; some jokey slut shaming because we love a good grey sweatpants 🤭 Technically SFW just because Im trying to keep these short otherwise they will become 5k works and take 3 calendar years to answer. Also TECHNICALLY this fits @glitterypirateduck’s ghost challenge with the grey sweatpants so 😎😎😎😎

“Where are you going, dressed like a slut?”

Simon might be a man of few words, but there are few times in life where he’s rendered well and truly speechless.

It takes a second, but he does eventually find words. It’s obvious from your tone that you’re being a little cocktease, but he’s fully dressed. A session at the gym with Johnny is a routine occurrence. He’s wearing a T-shirt and full length sweatpants for fuck’s s-

Ah. The grey sweatpants. That’s what’s got you all hot and bothered.

He doesn’t get exactly what the appeal is- wasn’t even thinking about it, really when he got dressed.

You’re staring him down like a dog tempted with a bone, and Simon’s got a decision to make, doesn’t he?

“Like what you see, do you?”

Your answer is a simple nod, eyes trained on the sweatpants.

“Was gonna go hit the gym with Johnny. Not sure if that’s the plan anymore.”

He most assuredly can continue on with his plans for the day- go get a workout with Johnny, come back and fuck you stupid.

But clearly he’s got your attention front and center. That is a difficult thing to walk away from.

“Don’t let me get in the way of your plans,” you assure him. “But do hurry back. I’ll uh,” your eyes flick up to him and roam, appreciating the absolute unit of a man you get to call yours, “I’ll be here.”

“That so?” He questions. “Cause now I’m thinking today’s more a day for cardio.”

You pick up on his subtle implication immediately, and given how you go stock-still he shouldn’t be surprised when you’re shooting up from the couch, using the piece of furniture as a barrier to tease him.

Oh now it’s fucking on. You want to play a game, do you?

He can’t help but feel the affection he has for you spill over as he watches and immediately complies with your game. The bright eyed sparkle as you grin and giggle at him, faking out one direction or the next and leading him to chase you around the furniture- just out of reach that he can’t grab you across the shorter side.

Course, he’s on a highly skilled task force and you aren’t, so this little game will only go for as long as Simon feels like. But there’s no fun in not humoring you, is there?

Simon gets in his head enough you actually do manage to fake him out, taking advantage of the opportunity to bolt past him towards the bedroom.

The best kind of quarry is one that wants to be caught, he can’t help but think to himself as he chases after you.

[captain-mj]

Brown Sugar Latte

Ghost ended up back at the cafe the very next day. Soap looked tired. And sad, but that was the man’s permanent state of being Ghost was coming to realize. He perked up when he saw Ghost. 

“What are you trying today?”

“What do you normally drink?” Ghost smiled at him. He exaggerated it enough that it was clear even through the mask. 

Soap smiled and Ghost instantly felt warmer. “Oh. Usually a brown sugar latte. Do you want to try it?”

Ghost nodded and Soap charged him, getting to work. Since the place was abandoned so early in the morning, Ghost walked along the counter so they could talk. 

“So, military. What position are you?”

“Lieutenant.” 

“That where you get the scars from?” Soap looked at him curiously. He had such pretty eyelashes. 

Ghost shrugged. “Some. The smile scars were from my service.”

“I see.” Soap looked even more curious, but he tamped it down. Ghost was grateful. 

“I was…” He could do this. Before the military, he whored around quite a bit. This was easy. Just… Just flirt with the guy. They already maybe went on a date. 

Soap finished the drink but hadn’t handed it over yet. “Yes, Simon?” 

Ghost flushed and apparently it was bright enough it reached the skin around his eyes, because Soap perked up. 

“Love making ye all flustered. Are you always this shy?”

What the fuck. Just form words. Form. Words. 

Soap smirked at him but gave him time. It didn’t feel as mocking as it would from someone else. Instead, it just felt amused. 

“I was wondering how long you’ve been working here?”

Soap visibly deflated. “Ah. Uh. Since I was…” He seemed to be doing some intense math. “8 years. I started at 16 and now I own it.”

“How did that happen?” Ghost looked curious. 

“Long… long story. Not very entertaining either. Trust me.”

“I think I could listen to you talk no matter how boring the story.” Good job. A lot more suave than before.”

Soap blushed. “Later. I want to know more about you, sir.” 

Ghost laughed. “At ease, soldier. And not really much to know. I’m boring.” 

“Covered in scars and tall. Pretty brown eyes. I really doubt you could be boring.” Soap knew all the right things to make Ghost squirm. 

Ghost went to take the cup from it.

“Tell me a secret.”

“A secret?”

“Yep. Just one.”

“A secret from you or something I’ve never told anyone?”

Soap grinned. “Something none of your friends right now knows. Opens up the path to so many childhood secrets.” 

Ghost had to pause and really think. He decided to pretend Jason wouldn’t know all of his childhood secrets. 

“When I was little. I was really scared of skulls.” Ghost stared at him. 

Soap stared at him, clearly looking at the skull mask on his face rather than him. He then glanced at the skeleton gloves. Then back at his face. “Really?”

“Yep. Terrified of them. My dad had one that brother would wear to scare me. I eventually got over it. Now, tell me one.” 

Soap hummed. “I…” He fiddled with one of the rings on his hand. “I haven’t talked to my family in a 8 years. I think about them a lot, but I can’t really… They…”

“I get it.” Ghost looked at him sadly. “Maybe not your reasons why. But I definitely get how sucky it can be to no longer be able to talk to your family.” 

He thought of their little graves. Five. His mom, his brother, his sister in law and his nephew. And his of course. He hadn’t bothered to buy himself a tombstone though. He just had a little placard. 

Soap smiled at him. He finally handed him the drink. He went to move away and Ghost didn’t want him to.

“Have you ever heard the saying two ships in the night?”

“I have.” Soap tilted his head. “Why?”

“What would you name your ship?”

Soap hummed. “The S.S. Seal.”

“I like it. You really like seals.”

Soap laughed. And laughed. And laughed. 

Ghost couldn’t figure out the joke, but he smiled anyway. “Would you like to go out later?”

“Thought you would never ask, Ghostie.” Soap smiled at him. He looked so painfully soft. 

Ghost’s wings twitched under his skin. That wasn’t… normal. He didn’t usually do that. “When do you get off tomorrow?”

“7.”

“You work twelve hour shifts?”

“Don’t want to hire anyone.” Soap smiled. “But I’ll see you at 7, yeah?”

Ghost nodded and look at the drink. The foam had been shaped in the form of a skull instead of a heart. 

“Would’ve stuck to a heart if you would’ve told me your secret earlier.” Soap winced.

“Don’t worry. I like them now.” Ghost blushed more and then left. He texted to Koenig an apology and then talked to Jason. “What cool is happening right now?”

“Date with the barista?”

“Yep, hoping to score.” 

“Hell yeah! There’s an underground concert, fair, and a bar with karaoke night.”

“The fair. What do you mean fair?”

“Oh. It’s ran by mythics, but its human friendly if your barista is human.”

“Good to know.” Ghost thought of those dart games and knew he had to do this. Soap would probably love it. He hoped. Maybe it was a bit cheesy for a first date though… “What band?”

“Sleep Token, but they’re here all week. Could get you tickets that you conveniently have?”

“You’re creepily good at being a wingman. Remind me to give you a single head pat when we see each other again.” 

Jason sent back gifs of crying from happiness and Ghost ignored them. He instead went to drink his coffee. It was overly sweet, but he kinda liked it. 

Ghost thought of Soap and felt his heart flutter. His wings twitched inside again. How frustrating. The man had such an effect on him. He couldn’t help but feel this pull. 

Ghost switched his route to go to Jason’s instead. He didn’t want to go home. 

Jason looked surprised but eager to get his one (1) head pat from Ghost. He took it with grace and promptly lit up a joint. Maybe Ghost should tell him no. Price drug tested him at random, but he knew weed wasn’t what he was looking for. 

Jason held the joint out and Ghost lit it for him, blowing just a spark out so it would catch. “Your date isn’t tonight right?”

“No. Don’t worry.” Ghost took it from him and took a deep drag. He felt some of the anxiety roll off of him immediately, pretty sure half of it was the smell. 

Jason leaned into him and Ghost let him. He closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth. 

“Simon.” Jason whispered to him. “Don’t die on me. Yeah?”

Ghost laughed. “Not going to die on ya. Don't worry.”

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