it really was a boring debriefing. You couldn't focus because Simon wasn't paying attention either. He was holding your pinky with his gloved hand below the table, looking smug.

everything is unusual with Simon as soon as it involves a smirk or a smile, so yes... but what was he plotting anyway?

the meeting wasn't that important to you, but you've been called to the meeting because you were the designated assistant by the captain to make sure the boring paperwork is done correctly before and after the mission. highly paid for the fact you just read and check grammar and signatures then carry them on to the upper officers, such as majors.

your thoughts drifted.

why is John so focused on the projecting image on the white panel? and why is Johnny whispering to gaz while he's trying to hold back snickers.

you paid them no mind, hunching over the table as you look at price.

it was a gainfully slow debriefing, but once it was done, John had dismissed you and Simon while soap and gaz stayed behind.

and he follows you back to your private quarters

"that was it?" you ask "that's what you listen to? sounds simpler on paper." You sigh, leaning back against the doorframe.

"well.. there's no space for creativity in our workspace, I think you should've expected even less." he says dryly, hand reaching out to pat your head.

he was the last ever person to go for physical contact, which almost made you move away from it. and considering the fact you two are still on Base and coworkers of different ranks... it feels rather smothering. that this usually gruff man is being gentle towards you.

his hand landed in your hair, gently smoothing it over your scalp once more. "you've nice hair." he rumbled.

"you think?" the edges of your lips tugged up at that

"no. I know. you smell nice, too. what shampoo do you use?" he asked like it didn't take you a whole hour just to get him to talk back most of the time.

"uhh...? I don't know. I can check. wait." you scurry inside, and attack the shelf in your bathroom

impatient, he came inside after you, closing the doors politely with a click. the click of the doors closing is nothing compared to your nervous and hyper focus on the bottle you are hunting for, despite the fact you're pushing off all the other bottles with zero care. they're like bombs on the shower floor, but Simon waits on the couch, more comfortable than while he stood on the doorstep.

he came inside sometimes, just to do a safety inspection or to bring you your favourite drink and snack. he is always about utility, really. once he came over just to watch a movie with you, you sat shoulder by shoulder on the sofa.

when you came out, rather flushed as you held the bottle and headed towards the doors, you saw them closed. and you look around the room to see Simon on your sofa, sitting up straight as he watches the wind howl outside.

you step closer "it's this brand." you shove it into his hand, still not collected from the physical touch and the fact one of the most closed off alphas is sitting on your couch.

you weren't dating, but he definitely knew you had a crush on him and the interest you had in him was often returned in odd ways.

he pops the cap open and frowns "you sure? your hair smells better than this." he says as he closes the lid and gives it back.

"it smells the same..?" your lips tighten on one side in confusion, putting the shampoo bottle on the small coffee table

"then it must be your scent." he said as he stands up and invades your space. he isn't necessarily touching you but he's making sure you don't fall backwards as he comes closer, his hands circling you as he leans down to sniff your scent gland, then your hair.

he pulls away with a satisfied grin, pulling his black balaclava over his nose as he nuzzled his face against it, his shoulders slumping in relaxation.

you're furiously blushing. not only is he your superior but he is the one initiating this and his face against your scent glands ds is making you squirm and whine and giggle.

"si- you're ticking me..!" your protest came weak as he grew more brazen.

"you smell so good, assistant." he rasped, nuzzling more before your giggles grew into pitched squeals.

"Simon ... stop. it tickles!!" you try to hide your neck, but he doesn't let it happen.

"just a few minutes.." he almost pouts, nuzzling you again as you go limp, allowing him to nuzzle and sniff as much as he likes.

"you're horrible." you huff

"whatever." he huffs right back at you

"now I smell like you. and you smell like me. you're impossible to deal with." you pull away as he lets you go

"so? less possibilities of you going to somebody else while you reek of me." he smirks, pulling the balaclava down over his chin

"like that is my only priority. you're a handful already." you say as you try to sit down, but he grabs your wrist before you do

when his lips bruised yours, he kissed you like he finally had a leash on you; the kind which allowed him to claw at your hips, the kind which let him posses your soul, the kind which a normal person would deem irrationally manic.

as if he wasn't manic. as if his hands didn't have blood on them.

especially when he called you at night, in desperate hope you could cure his withdrawal.

"fucking please. come on, pick up.." he rumbles like a trance as he paces his room

you answered eventually, your sleepy voice answering the line with "hey..?"

"God, hey. hey- um. can I come over? I'll sneak in. I need you. can I?"

"rafe it's.. 4 in the morning." you reply, not wanting to turn him down but he's probably not gonna drop it.

"I know, I know. but I need you. Just tonight. we'll be quiet. I promise noone will hear us." he said, desperate to convince both of you

"sure, yeah... I'll open the window." you hum, laying on your back as you stretch "I'll wait for you."

"good. I'll be there quickly." he says hurriedly as he hangs up.

once he sneaked in, he immediately tugged his hoodie off and pushed you back on the mattress.

but he kissed you, he kissed you through and through. even when ,a day before, Ward left a red hand print across his cheek for mingling with a pogue. even after your name alone got his father to spit in his face. even when he couldn't see through a drugged haze. even if his hands were dirty. even when barry was looking, leaning on the same trailer where all of this started. he still kissed you.

he'd always find a reason to kiss you like you're his only drug and his only salvation.

today, just a few days later after the hurricane, the heat of the Outer Banks returned. barry was overflowing in his business, which meant rafe had definitely stocked up as much as he could while he had the chance.

and he bought you weed, too, in the same stock up purchase.

which was a giveaway enough for barry to realise that you're seriously off grid.

it wasn't really romantic as much as it was codependence.

but, hell, did he taste good.

the kisses you shared had always had the aftertaste of coke, weed and expensive liqueur. he smelled of musk, even on his worst days.

"I love you." he said

"don't leave me, I can't live without you." he'd groan in your mouth after almost burning the whole tannyhill just because his dad said he will make you stop seeing rafe.

"kiss me. show me how real we are." rafe would whisper after putting a dose on his tongue, waiting for you to kiss him so you could share.

"I can't sleep alone. I need you next to me. my sheets are cold. the house is too empty without you next to me." he crooned while kissing your neck, pulling your clothes off until there was only his boxers and your underwear separated his hardening chub against your supple inner thighs.

"ah- rafe. hey--" you moan, your core reacting at the grind of his hips from below you as you were straddling his lap.

"Shh, baby. I won't do anything." he groans in your ear as his tip catches the cloth of your panties with each press of his hips. "just be good for me. I need you, I need this."

neither of you believed in the words just spoken, but you weren't gonna complain. not when his v-line and abs were caught up in the moonlight. his chest was heaving, his pupils as blown as yours and for a moment, there was nothing to fear. not the intimacy, not the closeness, not the vulnerability.

his hands reach for your hips, biceps and forearms bulging as he keeps holding you in place as he grinds restlessly up towards you. he's moaning, his back arching under you. his eyes dilated, a sliver of blue making you forget that storms like the one which united you even exist. he's all you see, and you're all he wants.

one climax isn't enough, he needs to hear you beg for him to stop, that you're sensitive, that he's too much, that you've had enough of him.

better than being called too little, not enough. let the cup overflow, atleast it'll still be full.

"please, baby. Just one more, I'm so hard it hurts. you know how it is... I helped you the last time you said you needed more." he whispers in your ear, guiding your legs around his waist as he pushed you down on the mattress.

"just one more, I'll be good... I'll go slow." he breathes in your neck, hips moving slowly over the soaked warmth you two had made. the thought of you soaking your underwear because you feel so good makes him hard all over again.

ecstasy isn't bearable when it's you he's looking at.

but he moves slowly, listening to your mewls and whimpers as you reach your high, clinging to him, scratching his back raw as he finishes inside his boxers again. the white fabric soaked with his and your release, making both fabrics almost see-through. he's looking down at you, you're looking at the softening imprint.

"you're... rather big." you mumble, pointing at his crotch. "no wonder you behave like a dick." you smirk as you sink back in the bed, caressing his face as he lays ontop of you

"where do you think my ego comes from anyway, huh?" he grins, nipping on your earlobe.

"the coke? I dunno. didn't think much of your size, really. but I had expectations." you chuckle, hiding your neck and ear before he attacks the other side, making you squirm and giggle

"the coke? right. the only reason I'd do anything is coke. very rude, but... I'll forgive you. because you're mine and you're gonna stay mine." he huffs in amusement, kissing your neck softly.

"you gonna shower here or what?" you ask, blissed out as he pecks your neck

"I'll head back. I'll text you later, see where we'll meet up in the evening... which .. it's 6am, and I have yet to sleep." he mouths between smooches

"ugh. you can't sleep until afternoon, you know that." you groan

he bites your jaw a little, making you yelp

"I'll bring you something if you make time for me." The tone he's whispering to you in is sly, just like that stupid grin on his face.

"I hate you" you faux annoyance as you kiss him back once you two slot lips again

"love you more, idiot." he said, and just after he pulled away to head home. "see you. text me if you need anything."

you kiss him once more before he sneaked out and went back to tannyhill.

he had a thorough shower in his bathroom, scrubbed off the need off his face and the release off his groin, then passed out on his bed after putting some clothes on.

"noone can take you away from me." he'd murmur in his sleep, alone in the expensive sheets he loathed just because they didn't have the smell of you on them.

you took a bath, your thighs sore from his presence between them. you marinated in the warm water until it cooled down, then washed off the sweat and desperation off your body. you picked a comfortable shirt and shorts, smoked a joint from the weed he gave you, and then fell into slumber again.

it was just another Wednesday to get by, you finish your morning shift and head home, tired, barely walking from all the standing and serving. the time passes slowly as you watch kids cross the street to head home after they've also had a long day at school.

then he comes, in a rugged bike, slowing down just before he almost runs over a kid at his front tire. something in your heart jumps. you don't know was it concern for the kid, or the man on the bike.

you can see his muscles ripple under all that leathery gear, and holy fuck, does it get you looking like allured when you slow down with your walk. he looks your way maybe once or barely glances at something your way then he speeds off as soon as the light turns green. you're left wondering whether or not he would've stopped at the red light if there were no kids, but you're glad he did. he looked your way.

while knowing it wasn't gonna be anything meaningful, a part of you hoped to see what's under the helmet. he reminded you an awful lot about Simon ghost riley if fanfiction were to ever meet real life.

but you forget about him the week day at work, too busy with tasks at hand. you knew nothing would come out of your little twisted up fantasy.

one random night you enter your apartment when you began working second shift the doors wierdly unlocked. did I forget to lock them? so when you step inside and see everything in place, you sigh from relief. noone broke in.

that's what you thought as you just swung the doors of you bedroom open, ready to immerse yourself in your normal schedule after too much talking with customers. you didn't expect to be literally jumpscared by a man in military cargos, tight leather jacket. the one you remember. you managed to barely hold in a scream as you realised who it was. Ghost.

his helmet in his hand and his mask on his face, manspreading on your bed as he looked at all the stuff of him you had on your wall. posters upon posters, upon pictures, upon prints, upon drawings. he looked unamused but you could feel yourself trembling in shame and arousal. how does one find such a perfect moment to show up.

"you've got good taste, kid." he grumbled while his head craned to look you in the eyes. groaning, he stands up, dropping the helmet on the floor as it rolls off. he's quick to grab you by the neck before you can land a step back. "you summoned me. been searching for you all over the city." he was angry, rightfully so.

"wha- no—!"you try to defend yourself but he squeezed harder

"you think all these posters are for nothing? you think you can just obsess over me and expect nothing to happen, eh? you summoned me and now you'll pay the price.

you mind was going blank, and you were pathetically trying not to moan. you didn't even know if it was true. the game never showed his face, it could be anyone behind the mask. you didn't even know was this real, because all your thoughts were interrupted by the lack of blood flow to your brain.

"desperate little thing." he growls as he leans in your face but relents his hold on your neck. while he doesn't remove it he keep the hand there, domineering, controlling, possessive. even mutually just as obsessive.

"says the one who came here." you quip, but it's quickly forgotten after he's managed to buckle you knees by squeezing your airways.

"brat. you're the one obsessing over me, I had no choice but to come see my devoted fan." he grins devilishly.

"le-lemme go.." you wince and whine

"say please and I'll go."

"pfffft, you wish don't you?"

"dont sass me, kid. I can only guess what you've done while looking at those pictures of me across your bed."

you refuse to give into him, but he's exactly like in the game, the tattoos, the voice, even his snickers and those deep chuckles.

your body is at a disadvantage, you're feeling your folds wetten, and you've began blushing like he's not choking you out. and while he's not momentarily aware that he's got you in the position where he could literally rail you and you'd thank him, he seems suprised that youre not exactly trying to escape him, just holding onto his hand and panting for air with those little sassy words of yours.

"all bark and no bite. fucking hell, look at you. blushing and squirming and I'm barely doing anything." he growls when he sees your glare "quit looking at me like ive killed your family, like you haven't been having dreams of me."

"don't.. flatter yourself." you rasped out

"I dont need to, your wall did it for me, kid."

instead of an actualcocky reply you gruffly say "I like you better without the mask."

"so take it off." he encourages, hand relenting on your neck.

"no. you're a hallucination and you're toying with me."

God how annoying is this woman?? he pulls his mask off in one simple pull and instead of letting you go he slams you into the wall "you think this is just a figment of what you've been thinking about? just a joke? God, I wish it was a joke. its not a joke, is it? I can see you get turned on right in-front of my eyes and you call me some imaginative piece of your brain. how fucking fancy of you."

you're not able to stop the whine from your lips as he shoved you into the wall. "okay, okay. you're real, I get it." you say almost timidly as his striking handsome-ness strikes your hard. "I used to wonder how rough you are, now I need to know can you be soft."

"oh I can be plenty soft. but that's not what you need, you don't strike me as that type who enjoys being spooned at a beachy sunset. to me it seems that you're more into 'bend you over and shove your face down'." ghost had no shame, no hidden intentions for what he's about to do. he's already gripping your hips, half hard in cargos as he pinned your hips against his crotch.

"I seem to be into delusional men in camouflage cargos." you reply with snark.

"you might like me more than you think." he smirks, his teeth shining through as he hooks a calloused finger around your shirt "let's take this off yeah? no need to resist me. I can see you want me."

"hey, woah. you don't get to be flashed just because I summoned you or whatever." your hands a little hesitant at the hem of your shirt, desire coiling in your core as you feel him twitch in his pants.

"you feel me? you don't want me buried balls deep into your pretty little cunt eh?" he croons in your neck, hands removing yours from the hem of your shirt. he started sucking on your neck in such a sly manner, you'd think this man was raised by a crowd of foxes. his hand undoes your bra clasp, hands forcing yours away as you restrain him from touching your body. "let me do this. the less you resist the less its gonna hurt." he warns, and he means it.

"youre filthy." exasperation Pro max is speaking, but you're also melting at the reassurance he gives.

he forces your hands away from your breasts, thumb hooking up on your shirt and bra before he pulls it up to reveal your aroused nipples. he doesn't attack them right away, kissing at your neck and marking it like a wild animal experiencing rut for the first time. fingers pinching at your nipples as you squirm, wincing in both pleasure and pain. "good fucking girl. bet you're loving this aye?" he grins before he cups the underside of your boob and gives it a nasty, wet lick before wrapping up his lips around your nipple.

you yelp a little, the sensation sending hoards of arousal at your clit and core. you can feel globs of wetness coat your entrance as your hand hesitantly wanders through his hair as you moan and whine helplessly "ghost.."

he let's go of your nipple with a lewd, wet sound "you gonna let me fuck this cunt proper or complain?"

your eyes were full of lusty haze, nodding as a reply he makes it his mission to take off everything and fuck you raw in missionary.

it's what you've been imagining, too, when you touched yourself while looking at the posters on your wall, him so deep inside that it's hard to believe he won't cum inside.

"damned eager your cunt is, could get you killed someday." he growls as he helps you undress, then u dressing himself. his boxers are the last to come off and his cock springs up. the tip was a deep pinkish red from arousal and leaking with precum.

"im glad you're not gonna kill me." you mutter weakly, legs clasped together, but he pulls you by the ankles at the edge of the bed, spreading you as his gloved hand reached down, finding your clit. back uncontrollably arching at his touch.

he pulls his hand away to see the fingertips of the glove soaked, he takes those off too, coating his fingers in his spit and your wet arousal, he shoved two fingers in your entrance, knuckles deep. "yer so fucking eager I bet you can take my cock without prepping." his voice rougher, accent induced as he positioned himself at your entrance, tip sinking in your heat with ease.

you claw at the sheets, mewling at the slow stretch. it's stinging but it feels too good to complain.

"fuck, look at you. with all that shyness gone, now you're just an eager little cunt for me to use." he says as he kept his pace steady, sinking in your gummy, soft walls with slow precision as he sees the way you wrap up around him tightly. he feels you flutter around him, squeezing and he's not even filled you up with all his length. "youre gonna snap my dick in half if you keep squeezing it like that, relax." he murmurs as his thumb circles your clit and the other hooks your leg around his hip. "there you are." he asserted as he plunged the rest of him balls deep and leaned his chest against you "you just need a little extra attention eh? filthy thing."

"please." you whimper mindlessly.

"please what, swan? say it so I can understand." he asserted lowly in your ear, now having you in missionary.

"move, please."

"good girl, that's what I want to hear."

he rocks his hips slowly and began moving quicker untill he saw tour face contour with pleasure. the pace he set gave you enough time to have you writhing and shaking under him. he's at advantage, big one at that. he knows it too, cocky bastard. "youre welcoming me so deep, swan. can feel your cervix right at my tip all eager to swallow up the seed I give it."

"please, no... I'm not ready to be a mom yet." you try to wriggle out of his grasp but he grabs your hips and slams your cock deep inside you again

"you think I'll leave you pregnant? bold of you to assume I want that responsibility." he says huskily at the supple skin of your neck before biting down on it, leaving indents in the shape of his teeth.

"mmmhhh, don't stop." you hands wrap around his shoulders, digging your nails into the wide area under your palms.

"wasn't planning on it, swan." he says as he thrusts deep and slow, measured on purpose to elicit the utmost pleasure out of you both without tiring him out. he's saving the heat for last. thumb eight-ing at your clit while he marks you over and over again but nothing prepared him for the way you squirt on his cock, soaking his balls with your fluids. "dont stop eh? you wanted to squirt all over me huh? a filthy swan, you are." but now he has even more reason to speed up, finger putting more pressure at your clit while he rams inside you.

"fuck, pleasee..."

"so fucked out, letting me pound you like a damn slut you are for me. my slut ain't you swan? mine?" his voice bordering on possessive obsession while the air in your room smelled like sex and musk.

you nod frantically, tears pooling up in your eyes at the way hes fucking you so flawlessly. he likes the sight of your flushed, fucked out face.

"you gonna cum for me, swan? gonna stain my cock with your cum?" he eggs you on, pace fast as he grips your waist and makes your back arch, breasts bouncing with each deep and quick thrusts leaving you breathless.

"yes, I'm gonna... I'm close. keep going, please." your your broken.

he grabs your hand, letting you feel the bulge in your lower abdomen of how deep he's inside "it's a shame you won't let me cum inside. bet you'd make pretty babies." he cooed.

your walls tighten around him, squeezing and milking if he has to give anything. your orgasm hits both of you hard, and he fucks you through the high. he doesn't cum inside although it took everything in him to just not tut into you and paint your womb with his hot seed. instead he grabs the hand he put on your abdomen and pulls it lower, fucking the skin of your crotch and palm as he shoots ropes of cum between your sweat coated skin.

he pressed a hard kiss to your lips, plopping ontop of you with a groan. you whine softly at his weight ontop of you. "I can't breathe, get off you brute." but he just moves lower and kisses your neck.

"no way in hell."

"fine." you huff, "just don't crush me in your sleep."

"won't want my little swan gone so soon." he teased.

the two of you cuddled up nicely after you've both been sated of your desires. you thought you're imagining a soft smile on his face when you woke up the following morning after he fell asleep with you, his hands still wrapped up like a vice around your waist.

perhaps you'll get to keep this summoned luck, so you crawl put of his hold and his grip to get up to make tea.