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Please Stay

Vulnerable!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Kehlani (OC)

TW: mentions of alcohol and vomiting

He had done it again. The boundary she had asked him more than once not to cross, the excessive drinking that made her stomach turn, made him less like himself. He wasn't the Simon she fell for, he was Ghost, the man who hid behind the mask to curb his anxieties, to keep himself free of connections to those who he did not trust. She did love Ghost, but not in the same way as she loved Simon.

"You promised..." Kehlani murmured, not looking at him as he took the mask off, setting it on the desk.

She knew if she looked at him, those brown eyes she loved to gaze into so often threatening to pull her in again, to make her forgive him for what he had done with minimal pleading.

Not this time.

"Lani, please look at me."

She almost did, almost gave in as easily as she would have before, his voice calling her by that nickname, the one he used when he apologized every time he hurt her. She couldn't give in so easily.

"You promised me, Simon."

He was Simon this time, not Si. That ache in his chest grew and he swore he could cry right then, but he didn't. He held it in.

His steps were quiet as he approached, even in those heavy boots. She should have expected it, gasping as he spun her around to look at him. She didn't make eye contact for long, gazing away and crossing her arms over her chest, fighting back her own tears.

"'m sorry, Lani. I am."

She shook her head, backing away from him, only for him to take a step closer. She was more aware of the bed behind her and cursed herself.

"Leave." she said as she sat down, looking down at her lap. "Go stay with Johnny."

"I want to be here with you, my wife."

"Yeah? Well, you should have thought about that before you went drinking like that. How do you think I found out? You weren't gonna tell me yourself. Your best mate had to tell me that he was caring for you while you puked your guts up." she hissed, glaring up at him.

"I said I was sorry." His words were firm, matter of fact. He kept a stoic expression as usual, afraid to be vulnerable. It wasn't him, wasn't Ghost. That was Simon.

She scoffed. "Your words don't match your actions. You're my husband, you're supposed to come talk to me when shit gets hard. You promised me in our vows, in front of everyone and here you are, doing it again. You promised me last time I had to pick you up because Johnny didn't trust himself to get you anywhere safer. You..." She trailed off, wiping away the tears that began to roll down her cheeks. "I can't do this."

That seemed to be all it took for him to be Simon, for the metaphorical mask to fall, for him to realize how utterly fucked up he was for hurting her again. He did promise.

"Please no. Please, I..." He swallowed thickly, shaking his head, furrowing his brows. He moved closer, nudging himself between her legs which she so easily let fall apart for him to occupy the space. "I need you, I love you. Don't do this."

She didn't look up at him, knowing what she would see if she did. She knew she would accept his apology, knew he would kiss her as thanks before making her forget what he had done for the rest of the night by touching her the way she liked to be touched, kissing her with so much passion that it had her breathless. She ached just thinking about it.

"I won't do it again, please believe me." He was begging her, pleading as he gripped her chin, turning her head up carefully so she looked at him, eyes flicking across her features before he got down on his knees, taking her hands in his own. "Please, Kehlani."

"Si..."

"I'll keep my promise, I won't do it again. For you."

She shook her head. It wasn't enough. "No."

She swore she could see his heart break, tears welling up in his eyes, cheeks reddened, brows furrowed. Her own threatened to break as she watched a single tear roll down his cheek.

"Please..." His tone was a whisper as he moved his hands to her waist, thumbs underneath the hem of her shirt, teasing her skin. "Don't leave me."

He ducked his head, kissing her bare thighs, moving his hands swiftly under her shirt, fingertips digging into the soft flesh there as he kissed between her thighs, nose against the lacy fabric that covered her there. She bit back a moan, moving her hands to the bed.

"Love you so much, Lani..." he whispered, gazing up at her. "Let me show you."

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Comfort

Pairing: Emerson x Soap (u2)

The familiar sound of a violin could be heard from downstairs while Soap finished shaving and washing his face, a small smile on his face. His smile dropped when he heard the wrong note played. He was quick to dry his face with the towel before putting his shirt back on and going downstairs to the living room.

"Em?" His tone was cautious, volume quieter than normal.

When she didn't turn to face him, he stepped closer. When he noticed how her shoulders began to shake, he was quick to move forward and take her violin carefully from her hands, setting it in the open case by her feet and then the bow before he wrapped his arms around her, heart breaking as he heard her sniffle.

"Wha's got ya like this, lass?" he asked gently, kissing her shoulder before turning her to face him, kissing her forehead and gently tilting her chin up. He thumbed away her tears and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"I tried playin' the song ma taught me an' I cannae ge' i' righ'..." she managed through sniffles and a whimper, burying her face against Soap's shoulder.

"'m sure she'd love it anyways. Cannae rush it, jus' take yer time." he whispered, rubbing her back. "Lemme hear it?"

She looked up at him and pouted. "'s no good, Johnny..."

"m sure it is." he chuckled, caressing her cheek before kissing her lips gently. When he pulled away, he smiled at her and she blushed.

"Okay." she sighed, wiping her face before going to grab her violin again.

Soap smiled and sat on the recliner, watching as she took a breath and readied herself before she began playing. He listened and watched, amazed still even after all of the years he had listened and seen her play even before they got together. Being 11 years older than her meant he knew the things she liked longer than normal, even when those things changed for her. He knew her favorite foods, the way she preferred to wear her hair when it wasn't loose, her favorite colors and what jewelry she loved. He knew she loved archery and playing the violin as her mother taught her from a young age and she played in school, and he knew that she could play by ear most of the time.

When she finished, he clapped for her and smiled. "See? I knew you could do it." he said.

She put the violin away and walked over, moving onto his lap and kissing his face. He chuckled and held her close, a hand slipping up underneath the hem of her tank top, thumb rubbing her skin.

"Proud o' me?" she asked, kissing his neck.

He hummed in response, closing his eyes. "Aye."

"Show me?"

He didn't respond, shifting her so she was straddling him and lifting her with ease as he stood, earning a giggle from her as he carried her upstairs to her room, shutting the door with his foot.

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Comfort [Emerson x Soap]

Please Stay [Ghost x Kehlani]

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When Deputy Gray is left alone for too long, she gives into her intrusive thoughts

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UR NEW PRICE DRABBLE??? PRICE CALLING READER MAMA LORD 😫😫

(Need someone to write a fic w vocal!ghost and he calls u mama...)

that someone is me

18+, fem!reader, pregnancy+babies mention

you’d already given simon one child, sleeping soundly in his cot in the adjacent room, the baby-monitor on and so far peaceful. but did you really think simon wanted just one kid?

he’d make an entire army if you let him lol, but for now he’ll take it one step at a time. your health and safety is paramount, so however many babies you were willing to have was the amount he’d be absolutely smitten with.

and the two of you agreed on baby number two, meaning simon took his job very seriously— seriously in the fact he had you on your back, a couple of pillows propped up beneath your hips, rutting his cock into you until you were releasing a constant string of whimpers.

“that’s it, sweetheart, doing so well for me,” he praised quietly, large hands on your hips as he fucked you. his fingers traced the stretch marks along your skin, groaning at the sight of you beneath him. “my pretty wife…”

you moaned, trying to be quiet since your 8 month old son was resting in the next room. the loudest noises you were making was the slick, wet sounds of your cunt as simon rutted his cock into you deeply.

you clenched around him with each tap of his cockhead against your womb, and he groaned low in his throat. the girth of him stretched you open so well, and you could feel that one prominent vein on the underside of his dick dragging against you. his pelvis knocked against yours with each of his timed thrusts, and he took it upon himself to move one of his hands downward to place his thumb against your clit.

he rubbed neat circles, timed with his thrusting, watching with a glimmer in his eyes as you arched off the bed, whining. he smiled, moaning around it, watching away the soft curves of your body and your stretch marks shifted with your movement.

“you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he cooed, snapping his hips harder. you choked on a sweet moan of simon—! as he continued to hit your sweet spot with the leaking tip of his cock. he grunted when your cunt fluttered around him again, his stomach flipping and balls pulling tight as his orgasm drew nearer. he deepened the circles on your puffy clit. “my pretty wife. always so good for me.”

you whined, eyes rolling as the head of simon’s cock continued to bully up against the plug of your womb. his fingers on your clit sent static pleasure through your entire body, shaking beneath his large body, your own orgasm bubbling up inside you.

and it was much the same with your husband. the closer he got to coming, the more he thought about you pregnant again— swollen with his kid, a beautiful curved belly that he could splay his large hands across on the daily.

the thought had him moaning, snapping his hips harder against you, almost shunting you up the bed.

“that’s it, mama, good fucking girl,” he uttered, your pussy squeezing his cock again, pushing a deep moan from his chest. he fucked you with his mouth agape, the point of his tongue against his lower lip. “taking me so well in this tight— ah, fuck— tight pussy.”

you moaned, hands fisting the sheets beneath you, your orgasm building heavily in your lower tummy, sweat layering your lower back. finally, you came, clenching tightly around your husband’s cock and gushing around him, moaning another sickly-sweet simon! as you trembled beneath him.

simon groaned. “fuuuuck, that’s my girl. good girl, come ‘round my cock, just like that, fuck—”

he removed his thumb from your swollen clot, gripping both of your hips now as he slammed into you, orgasm clouding his mind and pulling almost painfully tight in his lower abdomen.

“m’gonna fill you up with my cum ‘til your leaking with it, yeah? might have to go plug you up with something to make sure it takes, hm?” he whispered to you, making you shiver and whimper. he smiled down at you. “yeah, make sure it takes, mama. make sure i fill this tight fucking pussy ‘til it takes. get you all fat with another kid.”

before either of you know it, he’s coming inside you, buried to the hilt with his hip flushed against yours. he moans loudly, body jerking against you as he emptied his cum against the base of your cervix, babbling into your ear and leaning over you to kiss every patch of exposed skin he could.

“f-fuck, so fucking good for me, mama, so fucking good. my good girl, my g-good girl. i love you so fucking much.”

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►Call of Duty: Modern Warfare [2019] ►Main Protagonists (¼) ¦ John Price ¦

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mentally a living corpse

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A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET (1984) dir. Wes Craven

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are you pro or anti ship?

I go outside and talk to people in real life

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When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.

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so annoyed by that "men think about the roman empire at least once a day" tiktok trend. bc i know they dont think about it like i do, so it doesnt count

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love the phrase fuck all. that sure is what i do all the time i am very familiar with fuck all, jack shit, diddly-squat even

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Found a cat sized Food Truck for $3 at a Thrift store.

Gonna make it a cat bed.

Can't wait to do a proper photoshoot with it.

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Just going home...

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