#ghost x reader

Ghost is...well. a loner. He's socially awkward at best and aggressive at worst. Ghost kills people without flinching, looms in every corner He's in. No way he has a 'sweet girl' at home.

And yet, that's exactly what he tells the team our night at the bar. Mouth half-stuffed with greasy chips, he grunts "my sweet girl could do this better. Lovely cook."

After he broke the news about her, it was all he'd talk about.

Ghost, the guy who turns people into a fine red mists then laughs about it is the same guy that smiles "my sweet girl wants to see the movies tonight, you know how it is, cap." Or proudly shows off the lunch he's brought from home with a "i made it myself. My sweet lovie is teaching me 'ow to cook."

Always on and on about his sweet girl, about his lovie, the best thing in his life. Like a lovesick puppy.

"Oh!! Hi, simon! Glad to see you back in one piece!" You smile at your neighbor when he enters the elevator. Almost instinctively you hand over your heaviest grocery bags.

Simon, your neighbor, smiles around the scars and presses the button for you. You've been living next to him for a few months now, and embarrassingly you keep finding excuses to spend time with him. Though, you doubt he would ever reciprocate your little crush.

"Glad to see you too, sweet girl." He grins.

simon riley sleeps like shit.

he can't remember the last night he slept for more than four hours in a row before waking up - either to the tail end of a nightmare or just because his body has decided that it's time for him to stare blankly at the ceiling instead of enjoying some well deserved time unconscious.

that is, unless he's using you as his personal pillow.

head on one tit, hand on the other, eyes shut and drooling as he sleeps his way though a lazy sunday morning.

you glance down occasionally from where you're scrolling on your phone, seeing the way his eyelashes flutter and the corners of his mouth are almost curled into a smile.

you're not moving. not until he does.

Vampire!TF141x witch!Gn!reader

Summary: a lonely and rejected witch catches the eyes of the four vampires that just moved into town. Their deep desire for the witch has only just begun.

Word count: 2.k

Warnings: harassment(not from 141), fighting, violence, stabbing, blood, polyamorous

Note: the vampires have special powers! To not get confused lol.

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The room felt cold when you opened your eyes. The morning sun beaming through your bedroom window, basking the room in a golden glow. the morning has a bite to the air that makes you chilled, but that won't last long now the season is getting hotter. Rolling over, you look towards the window, seeing how you accidentally left it cracked from the night before. You lowly groan, finally lifting yourself up out of bed, your feet touching the cold floor while your bones crack as you stretch.

Looking at the clock on the bedside table, it reads "9:24am" you sigh, knowing you were planning to go to town today. The towns folk didn't greet you with warm smiles like they did with each other, they glared and looked the other way. The towns folk knew you were a witch, so naturally they were afraid of you, humans were always afraid of the unknown. Walking up to the window, you close it shut, making the room more quiet. Might as well start getting ready now.

~♡~

Walking along the forest surrounded path always felt like a blanket of doom rested on your shoulders, heavy with dread as you thought about how the village folk will look at you once you stepped out of these woods. With nothing but disgust and fear. Shaking your head, your grip tightens on your leather bag strap, theres no point in wallowing in their judgment. But the anxiety continues to weigh down heavy in your chest, making you frown.

until it suddenly lifts, disappearing quickly and is replaced by a warm and lighter feeling of content. It makes your skin feel warm against the chilly morning air. You stop in your tracks, taken off guard by the sudden change in mood. Now looking around as if it would help you figure out what had caused the mood shift, but you find nothing but trees. The sun beaming through the leaves make the thick forest spotted with glowing gold, lighting up the ground in its wake. But you still find nothing between the swaying trees.

Theres a moment of silence while you stand there in the middle of the path, letting yourself feel the energy of the space around you. You can feel a faint foreign energy you've never felt before while taking this path, but the warmth flooding your body covers it well, making it impossible to tell what it could be from. After a moment of simply letting the warmth sit in your chest, you decided to continue on down the path. Shaking your head at your ridiculous reaction. Its probably just you accepting that the towns folks opinion is shit, or a hidden panic attack.

Making it to the village didn't take long, especially with the new found determination to get your errands done and get home before nightfall. You stop by multiple shops during the day, buying fruit, vegetables, ingredients, books, and supplies to last you another few weeks, the more you get this supply run the longer you will get to wait until you have to return to this forsaken village.

The sun is setting as you enter the last shop of the day. The bell above the door rings out through the stone walls, alerting the shop owner. A old woman dressed in scarves and layers of fabric emerges from the back room, making eye contact with you. She smiles at you "well well! Look who's back" you offer her a smile back "good evening Eleanor" Eleanor is the only villager that was ever nice to you, she doesn't judge a book by its cover. Always offering you a bright smile and kind words. You are greatful she doesn't ask questions either.

you take a look around her shop. Medicines in bottles on the shelves where they usually are, along with bandages and other Medical idems. "What have you been up to lately?" Eleanor asks with a hint of mischief in her voice, making you look towards her behind the counter. Only to find her already looking at you. "Um" you look away from her "just been focusing growing some new herbs in my garden" you look back to her form "Why?" You question her, knowing she never usually pries into what you do outside of the village.

"Well" she starts "The village has some new neighbors. They live somewhere in the forest im guessing. Have you met them?" She says it casually, making you shrug while you take a bandage for sale off the shelf. "New neighbors? I can't say ive noticed anyone out of the ordinary" you say. Which makes her laugh "they are definitely out of the ordinary all right" that makes you pause, frowning your eyebrows in confusion at her words "How so?" She beams, almost to excited at the idea of gossiping "they're vampires" the words hung in the air, the silence thick with tension that seemed to be only coming from you.

Vampires? You think, you've never encountered a vampire before, let alone multiple of them. "Vampires?" You say, putting the medicine and bandages on the counter to pay for them. Eleanor nods her head "isn't that something!" She leans closer over the counter "maybe you five could be friends! They are lovely gentlemen, good on the eyes as well if i do say so myself" she winks, her wrinkly face smiling as she teases. Five? Theres four vampires here!? Your mind is full of rushing thoughts, how did you not feel their energy? Surely you would've felt them by now.

"Here you go dear" Eleanor pulls you from your thoughts, handing you your purchases without a bag, knowing you'll just shove them into your magical leather bag anyway. "Now listen" she beckons you closer to her "be careful in those woods you hear?" She pats your face, her rings cold against your skin, before sending you out the door. Telling you to turn the "open" sigh to "closed" on your way out as she heads to the back room to clean up for the day.

The sun is fully set when you step out of the shop. The sky is a midnight blue as it covers the land in darkness, making you realise you have to walk back through the woods in the complete dark. You huff out a frustrated sigh, eleanor with her gossip. You make your way through the dimly lit village, passing by shops that are now closed. Your footsteps lowly echo on the stone sidewalk, followed by crickets and the sound of frogs in the cracks of the builds.

Suddenly you feel a drop in your stomach, a sickening feeling of alarm shoots through you as you walk, your intuition blaring red sirens in every way it could. Before you could react to the dark feeling, a hand grips your arm tightly and pulls you roughly into the dark ally beside you. Your world spins as your thrown into the stone wall. Two voices are heard laughing "we were waiting for you, witch" a mans voice cuts through the air, making you look up to see two male villagers in front of you, looking at you with smug smirks on their faces.

The other puts his hand on your jaw, slamming it back into the concrete, making you let out a small groan of pain whilst your head spins in dizziness. Fear fills your body while you reach to open your bag and find something to protect yourself with, but one of men yank it the strap over your head and throw it to the ground. Theres disgust on their face as they look at you, before a wave of eerie excitement crosses one of them "Ive been wanting to do this this the moment i heard there was a witch over staying its welcome" he reaches to the side of his belt, before pulling out a slick blade. It gleams in the lantern light, striking more fear into your heart immediately.

You don't notice it immediately, but you can feel it before you see the dark inky shadow wrapping its way around the man beside the one holding the knife. His yelp making your head turn to him as he suddenly goes flying into the wall in front of you, hitting it with a loud crash. The wind knocked from his lungs as you and his friend watch him get thrown to the ground in shock. A shadow now forms above him. Dark as a void as it stands tall, its face is dark but you can make out a rough shape of a skull. Its energy is dark and incredibly angry.

The man with the knife tightens his grip on it, his breathe getting faster as he looks at the shadow, before turning to you. "Damn witch!" He thinks this is one of your spells. But you can only stare in shock at the dark figure. Until a sharp angry pain blooms across your stomach, making you yelp out in pain and drop to your knees. "Bitch!" The man tries to take off running out of the ally, but one of the shadows tendrils wraps around his ankle, making him trip and land on his stomach.

The man screams in fear as the shadow throws him around angrily, knocking him into his friend thats already on the ground. You watch in terror, thinking you're next. Blood seeps through your clothes as you lean back against the wall, the pain from the stab is almost unbearable. "Hey bonnie" a Scottish accent says, their proximity very close to you. You jump, turning your head to be met with a man crouching in front of you. When did he get there? His eyes flicker to where your holding your stab wound, worry evident in his gaze.

He switches to his knees, inching closer to you "let me see" he gently grabs your arm, pulling your hand away from your stomach. You make a sound of pain, your breath coming out uneven "I know hen, its okay" he says softly. He glances back to where the shadow is fighting the two men, before looking back to you. His eyes locked on yours "you have to trust me okay?" He doesn't wait for your reply as he reaches his hand out and puts his hand gently on your stomach.

His touch is warm, immediately making the wound no longer bleed or hurt. Your breath starts to slow, your head getting drowsy. "They got you pretty good didn't they?" He says lowly, His other hand reaching up to rest on your head, somehow already knowing the villagers smashed your head into the wall. The pain from your wound is no longer there as he keeps his hand steady on your stomach. A warmth that can almost be considered hot radiates from his hand, soothing you even while the two men get dealt with in the background.

Darkness starts to cloud your vision slowly, feeling yourself beginning to fade out of consciousness between him and the wall. "You're alrigh'" you can't seem to feel fear anymore even while you slip into darknness. His reassuring energy mixed with the comfort of healing makes it easy to let yourself go. The last thing you catch before passing out was the sound of two new voices echoing off the alleyways stone walls, speaking words your mind can't comprehend in your sleeping state.

To be continued...

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fvck, sorry, i can’t stop thinking about it 🩷

The Breathless First

simon ghost riley x female reader / anal sex / first time for reader / 18+

You're nervous, the thin cotton of your nightshirt twisted between trembling fingers.

The bathroom door swings open and Simon emerges, a cloud of steam following him into the bedroom. He’s towel-drying his hair, water droplets trailing down the defined planes of his chest and following the inked paths of his tattoos before disappearing into the waistband of his loose sweatpants. The clean, masculine scent and that something uniquely Simon fills the room, making your stomach clench with anticipation.

"Eyes on me, love," he says, catching your gaze in the mirror. He tosses the towel aside, his movements fluid. When he turns to face you fully, the obvious bulge straining against his sweatpants makes your breath catch. "Something's got you all worked up tonight."

He crosses to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sits beside you. His hand comes to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking slow circles through the fabric of your shirt.

"Spit it out," he says, his voice dropping to that low register. "What dirty thought's been running through that pretty head of yours?"

You swallow hard, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "I... I was thinking about us. About... what we do." Your fingers tighten around the hem of your shirt.

Simon's hand slides higher, fingers brushing the edge of your panties. "What exactly, baby? You know you can tell me anything."

Taking a shaky breath, you force yourself to meet his dark eyes. "I’ve never... no one's ever... I've never done anal before. But I've thought about it. A lot. And I want to... with you. Only you."

The surprise in his eyes quickly gives way to something darker, more intense. His hand moves to cup your jaw, thumb stroking your lower lip. "Is that what's been making you so squirmy? My girl wanting her tight little arse played with?"

-Nightmares-

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Summary: When getting a late night snack, Simon finds you and breaks down.

It’s exactly 2:36am

For some reason these past few days, you’ve been struggling to fall asleep. To much on your mind. Im your 23 years of living, you never did figure out how to turn your brain off.

You’re currently standing in the kitchen going through the pantry. All of a sudden you hear staggered breathing and quick footsteps. You reach for your gun on the counter, and hold it up aiming towards the hallway as the steps get closer. When the footsteps stop, you discover it’s Ghost. With no mask. His eyes are glassy and his hands are shaking. You quickly place your gun down.

“Simon..?”

He stands there, staring at you. He seems like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“Simon. Hey, talk to me.”

“Y-You’re here.” Tears begin to fall.

“Yeah, im here. What happened?”

He goes to speak, but nothing comes out. He falls onto his knees. You rush over and hold him, he sobs into your neck. He holds you tightly.

“I-I thought i lost you. You were s-shot. Your blood was everywhere.”

“It was a nightmare. You’re okay, Im okay. Nothing happened, love.” You brush pieces of his tear soaked hair from his face, and place kisses on his cheek.

He meets your eyes. He sees your concern and quickly sits up. He wipes his eyes and stands.

“Fuck.” He turns away, “You must think im such a pussy”

“Not at all.. i think you’re brave for telling me wjat happened.” You stand and take his hands in yours.

“Would you like to come back to my room? Might help you sleep, knowing im by you.”

“Yes please.” He keeps his head down like a sad puppy.

“Come on baby.”

a/n: Unfortunately this was just a little drabble so i probably won’t make a part 2. Have a great day💕

simon is a dinosaur when it comes to technology, which makes having a high-maintenance, drop-dead gorgeous bimbo for a girlfriend a daily test of his patience. he belongs in the dirt, handling mechanical parts and heavy artillery, not squinting at a glowing smartphone screen with his reading glasses on. but you? you live on your phone, constantly sending him updates, and he is absolutely obsessed with every single one of them.

right now, he’s sitting on his cot in the middle of a dusty base, staring at his phone like it’s an unexploded mortar. he had been trying to open a basic encrypted file from command, but his massive, scarred thumb hit the wrong notification bar entirely. instead of military data, a message from you pops up.

attached is a picture.

simon’s breath hitches, his jaw locking instantly behind his mask. it’s a mirror selfie you took in your bathroom back home. you’re wearing a tiny, lacy matching set, your long manicured nails gripping the pink phone case, your hair perfectly done, and your lips glossed to perfection. you look incredibly soft, completely plush, and your body is curved beautifully in the frame. you left a little text caption at the bottom: missing my big soldier boy, come stretch me out soon pretty please? xx

his heart hammers violently against his ribs. his thick fingers hover over the screen, suddenly terrified of deleting it by accident. he tries to zoom in to see the details of your pretty face, but his heavy, calloused skin taps the screen too hard, causing the photo to completely disappear and the phone to lock.

“fucking hell,” he growls into the empty room, a dark, dangerous edge to his deep voice.

he panics for a solid ten seconds, aggressively tapping the glass with a heavy thumb until the lock screen finally prompts his passcode. his knuckles are white, his breathing ragged as he maneuvers back to the messaging app. when your gorgeous picture fills the screen again, a low, guttural groan rips from his throat. the sheer contrast between his rugged, violent surroundings and your bright, hyper feminine, pampered energy makes his blood run completely hot.

he can’t even figure out how to type a proper response without hitting three letters at once. his large fingers clumsily tap out: miserable without you. don't delete this.

the ache in his trousers is heavy and immediate, throbbing fiercely against his tactical pants. he stares at the photo for another long minute, tracing the line of your soft waist with his thumb against the glass, wishing more than anything that his hands were on your bare skin instead.

sfw | angst

synopsis. a lover deem's themselves unlovable and creates a solution

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Simon Riley knew the moment you jabbed his shoulder with his fist that he was in love with you.