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Y/n: Simon, make me a coffee, please Ghost: sure, babe Ghost: *brings y/n coffee* Y/n: oh, thank you, Daddy~ Ghost *gasps in embarrassment* Ghost *a stroke*

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Task Force 141 is on vacation. Tension between Simon Riley and a young recruit (a female!)

The team files into the lobby of a nondescript mid-range hotel. Price handles the check-in process efficiently, securing multiple room under false identities.

Once upstairs, the group disperses to freshen up and decompress. Ghost lingers near the recruit's room, leaning casually against the wall as she fumbles with the key card.

«Heard you snore loud enough. Try not to wake anyone up tonight». He remarks, a teasing glint in his eye.

Rolling her eyes, she jabs the keycard into the slot repeatedly until the light flashes green. Shoving the door open, she steps inside. Ghost following close behind.

«I don't snore». She says, tossing bag on the bed.

Turning to face him fully, she crosses her arms over her chest, fixing him with a stern glare. «Out. Your room is next».

Ghost doesn't budge, instead closing the door firmly behind him with a click that feels ominous in the suddenly charged silence. He takes a step closer, his presence seeming to fill the cramped hotel room.

«My room's got a view of the parking lot. Yours has a balcony overlooking the city lights. It's only fair if you let me stay and enjoy the view». He plucks the keycard from her fingers, holding it aloft with a roguish grin. «And by views, I mean…». He lets the implication hang in the air. His eyes are fixed on her, assessing her reaction.

Every instinct screams at the recruit to push him away, to maintain the professional boundaries they've carefully constructed over the past few months, but…

«You're impossible». Swallowing hard, she reaches out to snatch the keycard back. Ghost captures her hand. His grip was gentle but insistent. Slowly, deliberately, he brings their joined hands to his lips, pressing a searing kiss to knuckles.

«Do you want me to leave?». His hot and tempting breath blows over her hand. His free hand comes up to cup her cheek, thumb stroking along her jawline with devastating tenderness. The contrast between his rough exterior and this unexpected gentleness leaves her reeling.

The recruit's attempt to respond to Ghost's words is interrupted by Soap's voice from outside the door in the hallway: «GHOST! WHERE'S YOUR BIG ASS? COME OUT».

The recruit blinks rapidly, trying to dispel his sudden feelings, and crosses his arms over his chest, lowering his gaze. «It's time for you to go. Good night». Ghost's shoulders slump slightly at her words, disappointment flickering across his features. He lowers his arms and returns the key card to the recruit.

«Sweet dreams». With one last heated glance, he exits the room, closes the door behind him and greets Soap. The sound of retreating footsteps echoes through the thin walls, followed by muffled male laughter and the occasional curse.

Left alone with her thoughts, she sinks onto the edge of the bed. Outside, the city pulses with life, neon signs casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the balcony doors. Tomorrow promises new adventures, but tonight...tonight holds possibilities she never dared imagine.

Ghost's touch lingers on her skin, his whispered words echoing in her ears. Part of her yearns to give in, to explore the undeniable attraction crackling between them. But another part, the part forged in discipline and duty, hesitates. Getting involved with a teammate could jeopardize everything they’ve worked for, everything they stand for...

Flopping onto her stomach, she buries face in the pillow, trying desperately to quiet the storm of conflicting emotions. Sleep eludes her. Restlessness keeps her awake. Hours pass.

Somewhere down the hall, a door creaks open. Footsteps approach, then pause outside her room. Three rapid knocks reverberate through the wood. Startled by the sudden knocking, she sits up abruptly, heart pounding. Fumbling for the bedside lamp, she switches it on, squinting against the sudden brightness.

«Who is it?». After her question, she reached instinctively for the pistol tucked under the pillow. Paranoia dies instantly when she recognizes Ghost's distinctive silhouette through the peephole.

Opening the door cautiously, she takes in his disheveled appearance: wrinkled shirt half-unbuttoned and hair mussed like he's been running his hands through it repeatedly. The raw vulnerability in his eyes steals her breath.

«What do you want?». She asks, trying for sternness but failing miserably. Her traitorous body reacts immediately to his proximity, warmth pooling low in her belly despite her best efforts to remain impassive.

Ghost leans heavily against the doorframe, his usual confident demeanor noticeably absent. «I couldn't stop thinking about you». His gaze is intense as it locks onto her. «About what happened earlier. About what I wanted to happen».

His hand twitches at his side, as if fighting the urge to reach out and touch her. The air between them thrums with unspent energy, the unspoken tension stretching taut like a drawn bowstring.

«I know I shouldn't be here...». He voices it rough with emotion. «Know we should keep things professional. But damn it, I'm tired of pretending I don't want you».

The sincerity in his eyes breaking down the last of her defenses. Against all reason, against every rule she ever set for herself, she steps aside, opening the door wider in silent invitation. In two strides, he's inside. His hands frame her face, thumbs brushing tenderly over her cheeks as he searches her expression.

There's a beat of hesitation, a final chance to reconsider. Then, with a groan that sounds suspiciously like relief, Ghost closes the distance. His mouth crashes against hers in a kiss that's equal parts desperate and reverent, pouring months of pent-up longing into the contact.

His hands tangle in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. The kiss is messy and hungry and perfect, erasing every doubt and reservation in its wake.

There's no stopping this now. No turning back. Clothes fall away piece by piece, each article discarded carelessly on the floor. He takes his time exploring her body, mapping every dip and curve with reverent touches. Calloused palms skim over sensitive skin, igniting sparks wherever they land.

«You're so fucking beautiful». His hand slides lower, fingertips skating over her inner thigh before dipping between her folds. A low growl vibrates against Ghost's chest as he finds her wet and ready.

«Christ… Been imagining this since the first time I saw you». Pleasure coils tight in her core as Ghost works. His fingers moving with practiced ease. She rolls her hips shamelessly against his palm.

«Please…I need you, Simon...». Ghost reaches blindly for his discarded jeans, fumbling in the pocket for a condom (Son of a bitch, he clearly anticipated this turn of events). Sheathing himself quickly, he lines up at her entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging the folds.

«Look at me». He waited until her eyes locked onto his. «Want to see you when I take you». Then he's pushing inside, stretching her deliciously slowly. They moan together at the exquisite friction, bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

«Fuck yes!». The stretch feels so good, making her gasp as she wraps her legs tightly around his waist and nails dig into his shoulders. Setting a steady rhythm, Ghost drives into her with deep, powerful thrusts. Each snap of his hips hits that perfect spot inside, sending sparks dancing behind her eyelids.

«Fuck! Make you forget every man who came before me». The bed creaks rhythmically, the headboard banging against the wall in time with his increasingly erratic movements. The moans are getting louder. The room filled with the sounds of shared passion. Distantly, them registers that the whole floor probably knows exactly what's happening in this room. The thought only adds to the excitement.

«Touch yourself». Ghost commands roughly, he nears his own release. «Come with me». Obeying without hesitation, she slides a hand between sweat-slicked bodies, finding an aching clit.

Stroking herself frantically, she chases the rapidly approaching climax, teetering on the knife-edge of bliss. «So sexy. Come on, baby». Ghost's thrusts become erratic, his rhythm breaking.

The combination of skilled fingers and Ghost's relentless pounding proves too much. With a shattered general cry, waves of pure ecstasy wash over them. Their bodies trembling with pleasure.

Ghost pulled her into his arms. They're struggling to catch their breath, chests heaving in tandem as post-coital bliss settles over the room.

Their lips meet in a gentle kiss, and Ghost's fingers lazily trace patterns on her sweaty thigh. «I'd bet anything Soap heard every damn thing. Probably already texted Price and Gaz. "Mission Accomplished' or some such nonsense». Quiet laughter fills the room. Their lips meet again in a kiss.

«You stay?». She whispers against his mouth, hating how vulnerable the request makes her feel. Ghost's smile lights up his entire face, transforming his usually serious features into something impossibly handsome. «Try getting rid of me». After removing the condom, he hugs her again, pressing her against his chest.

The synchronized beating of hearts creates a soothing rhythm, lulling lovers to sleep. When their gazes meet again, she gently studies his appearance: a faint scar on his eyebrow, deep brown eyes and a light, relaxed smile. Love blooms unexpectedly in their chest, warm and terrifying in its intensity. Whatever happens tomorrow, whatever challenges await, they know that one thing with absolute certainty: this moment, right here, is worth fighting for.

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Y/N: hmmm *looks at the two pictures on phone* what kind of closet should I choose for my bedroom? Soap *looks at y/n's phone* Soap: why is Simon in the second picture? Y/n: it's a hard choice, Johnny. Y/n: ... Y/n: but the second choice I think is better.

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In the car with Simon Riley

Simon stares focused ahead at the road, but suddenly he notices his pretty princess running her fingers along his muscular thigh. She's trying to get his attention. «Sweetie, do you want us to have an accident?». He doesn't even bother to look at his lover, but he can feel her pouting her lip childishly. He smirks, amused by her behavior, and then he hears the sound of fabric. Fucking hell. He casts a quick glance at her and notices her pushing her panties aside and touching her clit, beginning to massage it. «Love, stop it». Simon insists, but she insists too, continuing to stimulate herself. First moan. He fidgets in the seat and squeezes the steering wheel hard with his fingers. Second moan. A drop of sweat is already running down his temple. Third moan. Her moans are to him like a red rag to a bull. His patience at an end.

Simon swerves to the curb, turns off the engine, and reaches out his strong hands to his impatient bird, helping her sit on top of his swollen cock beneath his pants. Their lips come together in a messy, wet kiss. His tongue pushes into her mouth and explores from the inside, meshing with her tongue in a hot dance. He unzips his lover's dress and pulls it up, leaving her in one bra. With his big hands he squeezes her large breasts, and strongly sucks and nibbles on her sweet neck, leaving red marks on it. Birdie wastes no time and is already reaching with her slender fingers for the belt on his pants and pulling down the zipper tongue. A firm, thick and veined cock pops out of the tight boxers. Lowering herself onto his cock, the princess moaned in bliss as she felt his cock stretching her tight walls. Simon lingers inside for a moment, letting her get used to it, and then he clutches her waist with his hands and starts pounding her with sharp, deep, and fast thrusts, making her gasp and let out whimpering, loud moans. «You like teasing me? Take it all, sweetie».

The interior of the car is filled with wet spankings and mutual moans of pleasure. Damn hot and stuffy. The car windows are fogged up with hot breath, and bodies are wet and sticky. His little girl's breasts bounce seductively in bra, she grasps desperately at Simon's broad shoulders, and his hips don't stop their brutal assault for a second. He's focused on giving her what she wants, and he's completely unconcerned about where they are, or that anyone might hear or see them. It doesn't matter. All that matters is the beloved who trusts him with her body and soul.

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Sticky date + caramelized banana buttermilk pancakes (x)

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Simon loves to tease

Simon easily lifts his bird in his arms, encouraging her to straddle his pelvis with her lush legs until he has her sitting on the kitchen table. He immediately settles between her spread thighs. She feels his cock hardening in his pants and pressing against her wet panties. Simon likes to see a beautiful blush appear on her pretty cheeks. To him, at this moment, she is incredibly beautiful.

Simon doesn't like to keep his girl waiting long, so with a dirty grin he pulls his pants down along with his underwear. He strokes his cock, smearing his pre-ejaculate all over the shaft and letting his lover enjoy his arousal. When he sees her biting her lower lip in anticipation of sex and looking up at him with puppy eyes, he goes crazy. He pulls down her panties and rubs his cock head along her plump, wet folds, deliberately hitting her clit. Teasing. He likes to tease. And suddenly, in one powerful thrust he enters her warm depths. Her tailbone rubs painfully against the table, but she doesn't notice the discomfort because she's so horny.

They both give into the passion and moan loudly...but suddenly Simon stops. Teases her again. He loves seeing her move her hips, wanting to feel the friction of his cock against her walls again. He loves watching her pathetic attempts. It makes him smile. Fucking pervert.

He orders her to stand up and turn her back to him. She lies chest down on the table and sticks her ass out, looking pleadingly at him over her shoulder. He squeezes her plump ass tightly with one hand while he holds his cock with the other and slowly, damn slowly, plunges it into her vagina. He knows she's horny beyond belief. He's purposely making her want more.

When he hears her pitiful moan, he plunges his cock all the way in and starts fucking her like a beast in heat. Her cheek rubs against the table from the rough thrusts, and her ass burns from the hard strokes of her lover's palm and pelvis. Simon's heavy balls bang lustfully and loudly against her clit, adding to the incredible sensations. Her moans grow higher and her legs shake with the approaching orgasm. He knows she's on the verge. He slows down, wraps his hand around her throat without depriving her of oxygen, and growls in her ear: «Say it, baby». He wants to hear her pleading with him. Wants to hear her craving that release. «Please…I want to cum, S-simon…p-please…». He places his fingers over her clit and begins rubbing it, revitalizing his frantic points. «Good girl. My girl». He'll always give her what she wants. Can he deny her when she needs him so badly, when she asks so sweetly? Never. He can never refuse her.

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Y/n: Is your dick big enough for the way you act ?

Simon: Come and see.

*Later*

Y/n: *flustered* He can keep acting this way.

Simon: :)

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Sourdough Buttermilk Pancakes (x)

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Matilda's Chocolate Cake (x)

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Brown Butter Toffee Chocolate Chip Cookies (x)

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Simon: hey, I like you very much. Can we exchange phone numbers? Y/N: uh…I don't know who you think I am…work comes first for me, but...*grabs Simon by the shirt and pulls him towards her* remember once and for all…*looks menacingly at Simon* Y/N: ... Y/N: +1 (563) 121...