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Bro this hurts and I love it sm

WIP MONDAY | ‧₊˚ ☾.⋅ Oct. 1st | S. Riley

“Lieutenant,” she insists firmly but releases his sleeve, “she is still suffering from post-traumatic amnesia, so be gentle with her and have patience. Do you copy?”

Now that is a language he speaks, and he regards her with a lingering look before giving her a slow nod, “Affirmative, ma’am.”

And then he pushes forward into the room by himself.

Daylight spills in through the open blinds, casting the room and the empty hospital bed by the windows into an eerie glow. Then his eyes shift, landing on you—sitting on the other bed with your back turned towards him; motionless like a mannequin, his bleary eyes almost missed you.

His steps falter, slow down like he’s wading through thick concrete mix, boots dragging over the linoleum floor until Simon stands in front of you, calling out your name as softly as his voice can manage.

“It’s me... Simon,” he adds, hands twitching at his with the need to touch and make sure this is real, that you’re still breathing.

When you lift your head to meet his gaze, your eyes are squinting slightly, still unused to the brightness of the lights. Eyes, he never thought he’d see again. His heart squeezes in his chest, not quite dead yet.

“Lt.?” Your voice is raspy from disuse, the question mark obvious in the way your brows furrow. You haven’t called him by his rank like that in a long time, not in private, at least, but Simon nods anyway, relieved that you recognize him at all. “Aye, Lieutenant Simon Riley, love.”

Finally, he reaches out to grasp your chin, brushing his gloved thumb over your bottom lip, “Some people call me Ghost,” he adds quietly, swallowing thickly, “but not you.”

Your eyebrow cocks in question, or challenge, and Simon’s breath hitches momentarily when he catches a hint of mischief in your eyes, how you lean into his hand.

“Not me?” It almost sounds mocking, and Simon exhales a sharp breath through his nostrils that could very well be considered a sound of amusement, “Not you, no. I’m Simon to you, or love... or baby, if I’m feelin’ bloody generous.”

Then, he sees the recognition in your eyes as they widen imperceptibly. Clarity sprouting where confusion and oblivion had taken root during your coma.

“Yeah, you remember me, don’t ya, love? Remember that ye’re mine?” he murmurs as he takes another step closer, now standing between your legs while his hand snakes around to cup your nape, tilting your head back as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours with a shaky exhale.

“Tell me you remember... please.”

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simon with an unbearable!user........

"do you love me?" you muttered as you two were in bed. the question already being heard over three hours in different moments.

"yeah" he said, with his face against the pillow.

"but love me how? like... love me like a lover or love me just like 'i can't stand you but i still accept you'?" you asked again, going over and over about the same stupid question.

"we're bloody married."

"yeah— but my father said the same thing and then he divorced mum, so—"

"shut up," he hissed as he throw his arm around your neck. not to choke you but to shut you up, indeed.

"mhm, kinky."

"okay, you know what—?" he pulled away and started to sit.

you were quick to hug him from behind between giggles.

"sorry, sorry— let's go back to sleep," you smiled. then, peppered his tired face with kisses. he sighed and lay again, hugging you as you cuddled.

...

"but you love me, right?"

"for fuck's sake—"

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Woooww

Breeding kink! Breeding kink! Breeding kink!

Simon Riley, who has hyperspermia. Can fill a condom with just his precum and doesnt really have sex anymore cause most women dont wanna run the risk of being pregnant.

Until he meets you.

You, who beg for him to cum inside and sleep with his cock still in 'so it sticks'. You who will bend over any surface for him if you can tell hes getting uncomfortable.

After the first time fucking you, he fell completely into the idea of breeding you too. Couldn't stop imagining you swollen with his copious amounts of seed, holding your intertwined love in that tummy.

And of course, within weeks, it would happen. People would call him crazy for getting a girl pregnant that he wasn't even dating for a month.

He liked to think he was efficient.

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Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.

You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.

But what about the father?

Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.

Let's forget how you leg-locked him.

When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.

That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.

So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.

Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.

Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.

You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.

With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.

Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.

That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.

The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.

Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.

People wore still those?

"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.

That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."

He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.

Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.

"Next in line! Mctavish!"

The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.

Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.

He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"

Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."

Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. “The lass with the wee one—she’s got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.”

Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."

Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."

"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.

"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that he’s discovered the jackpot.

"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.

"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.

The sergeants just got their Christmas present.

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That's dangerous, and I'm ovulating.

you’re drunk - simon ghost riley

“y’wanna know what stupid looks like?” he mutters, head dropping down until his lips near your jaw. “you, wakin up with my fuckin dog tags round your neck and nothin else.”

based off a request i got - tispy simon riley x drunk reader. simon is a man of morals, even when you make it very very hard for him to exercise them. 18+. lots of detailed dirty talk.

find part two here.

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it’s honestly not even your fault.

you’ll blame it all on soap, if anyone asks - he’s the one who had a tab open, a devil on his shoulder, and kept pouring shots as if they were free. now you’re blackout-adjacent, stumbling through the hallway with simon’s arm wrapped around your waist in some makeshift tourniquet while everything spins like a goddamn carousel.

simon always gets stuck on clean-up crew. mostly because he’s the only one who can handle their fuckin liquor.

needless to say, he’s used to this by now. used to the way you’ve been rambling on about nothing for the better part of five minutes - doesn’t say much when you stop and get distracted by something stupid for the billionth time. doesn’t complain when you grab his arm and lean a little too hard into his side, as if he’s a lifeline in the sea that is the floor beneath your feet.

he’s tipsy, sure, but somehow still annoyingly steady. classic simon.

“jesussi—you’re big.” it’s slurred and breathless, broken by your own laughter as your head drops lazily onto his shoulder. “like, industrial grade. military-issued big.”

the corner of his mouth tilts. if you were sober you’d see the smirk he’s biting back.

“tha right?”

“mmm. like a fuckin tank,” you hum, fingers kneading the muscle under your palm. it’s involuntary - just like it’s involuntary when he twitches. “or an armoured vehicle. y’should come with airbags.”

simon bites his cheek. the devil in you is dancing in the waves of tension rolling off him.

maybe he’s not as used to this as he thought - because this isn’t just drunk-banter. this is you, murmuring compliments with all that heat behind them. personal. stupidly involuntarily honest.

hes not used to compliments. not ones that sound like that.

“you’re drunk,” he breathes.

you grin. “so’re you.”

“not even half as much as you.”

you let out a giddy little laugh that makes him glance down, at that. it’s quick and brief, the way his eyes flick over you, like he’s checking to make sure you haven’t stripped mid-hallway. it’s just the bickering that gets you. makes you warm inside.

“m’not that drunk,” you lie through your teeth with all the drunken confidence you possess. “i mean—i am, but not like…memory loss drunk. i’m still gonna remember how wide your shoulders are tomorrow.”

it’s only seconds after that and your fingers are moving again, crawling down his arm to where leather edge meets skin.

“..and how insanely big your hands are,” you sigh in continuation, unable to help yourself. “like—biblically destructive. ruin-her-life-in-a-single-night kind of hands. anyone ever tell y’that?”

and that might just be precisely when it starts - the feeling in his gut. brought to life through the filth you’re beginning to feed.

“don’t.” he says, and it’s torn. “not now.”

he’s all but begging you - and however miraculously, his pace doesn’t break. still steady as ever even as you switch from squeezing to tracing his tattoos with your finger. the only response he gives is a devastating clench of his jaw as he keeps you moving - steering past flickering lights and sterile walls.

“y’ever choke a girl out with them?” you press, unfettered. “not like, unconscious, but like. in bed?”

he exhales. slow. almost a growl.

“jesus. stop talkin’.”

“why?” you blink up at him, all wide eyes and flushed cheeks, far too innocent for someone who’s very much not being innocent. “am i makin’ you nervouuus?”

his head tilts just slightly, just enough to peer down at you again.

“no,” he says, and even drunk you hear the grit in it. “you’re makin’ me hard.”

he says it like he hates himself for it. like it slipped out - cut from the meat of some deep place the inebriation in his veins simply won’t let him keep inside.

and you?

you blink slow, lips parting in surprise.

“fuckin’ finally.” you exhale with a smile. slow and crooked and dangerous. “thought i’d have to be on my knees and naked for you to admit that—“

he doesn’t let you finish that thought.

“fuck’s sake, y’little minx.” he’s dragging you now, as if he’s realizing the dangers that are surfacing the more this conversation continues. by this point he’s half-carrying, half-hauling your giggling form down the hall like you weigh nothing. “y’need to stop talkin.”

“you like it,” you slur between unsteady steps. “y’like me like this cause you’re a freakkk—“

his grip tightens. morals in tatters. control evaporating.

“i’d like you more if y’were unconscious.” he huffs, hard. “or duct-taped.”

that makes you giggle more. worse, it eggs you on.

“was that supposed t’be a threat?” you ask, lips glistening. “cause if so, it’s workingggg.”

he grunts - some deep, violent sound in his throat like that one hit a nerve. “bloody hell.”

by the time you make it to your door, he’s breathing heavy. less from exertion and more from sheer fucking restraint. it takes two seconds before he throws the hinges wide, kicks it shut with his boot, and all but drags you onto your bed.

and you hardly even realize you’ve reached it until the cotton caresses the side of your cheek. but that feeling is quickly forgotten when simon, the gentleman that he is, leans over you - one knee braced on the mattress as his hands go to work on the laces of your boots.

your thighs tense. he notices.

“fuck, simon.” you can’t stop yourself. not even god himself could, at this point. “i’ve been into you for ages, y’know.”

he pauses. boot in hand.

“…what?”

he says it low. like a warning - like a don’t you fuckin start. but you’re too drunk to care - especially when all you smell is him and all you see are those shoulders, leaning over you while you’re flat on your back beneath him.

your lashes flutter.

“jus sayin- since, like. you’re in my room, on my bed above me like one of my codeine fever dreams.” you slur, brain sloshing. the room spins with it. “thought y’should know.”

he looks at you like you’ve hit him with a brick.

your head lolls. glassy eyes dragging up over the length of him. “used to think about it—you—when i couldn’t sleep.”

he swallows, and you watch his throat work with it. the grip he’s got on your ankle could shatter bone.

“….you tellin me y’think bout me when y’touch yourself?” he asks.

“god yes.” you don’t even realize you’ve said it. “you. your hands. bending me over the sinks. in the showers while muttering filth in my ear, tellin me to behave—“

“—fuck.” it punches out of him like it hurts.

the silence falls heavy. he doesn’t blink, breathe, or move for what feels like forty minutes, when in reality, it’s like forty seconds - just long enough for him clamp the leash back on whatever beast is tearing through him.

not fully, but enough.

you stretch like a cat, oblivious to it. arch your back. sigh. “d’you think about it?”

he doesn’t answer. not at first. then—

“only when i breathe.”

your stomach lurches. your thighs twitch. “you mean that?”

he looks at you, finally - eyes darker than the devils deal, filled with filth and heat from the fire you started without even trying.

he shakes his head, his jaw clenches with the effort of keeping the beast at bay. “i mean, if you don’t stop talkin, m’gonna fuckin’ fold.”

the alcohol in your blood just roars, at that. fuel to the flaming fire inside you.

“tell me.” you murmur. “you think about fucking me? what i’d sound like moaning your—“

before you can finish that thought, his hand is over your mouth. it swallows your face, makes you twitch in all the wrong places — and he sees it.

“enough.” it’s barely a whisper. “christ. fuck. you’re gonna make me do somethin’ stupid.”

you moan against his hand - it spills out of you, vibrates against his fingers. he curses.

“y’wanna know what stupid looks like?” he mutters, head dropping down until his lips near your jaw. “you, wakin up with my fuckin dog tags round your neck and nothin else.”

his palm silences everything but your pulse, which is roaring, at this point.

your fingers come up, shift a few of his digits until your voice finds room to leak out. “please.”

his eyes snap shut.

“y’dont know what you’re askin for, sweet’eart,” he mutters, grabbing the edge of the blanket with his free hand and yanking it over your hips. “ain’t gonna wake up with you hatin me.”

even drunk you realize he’s a man of morals.

“you think i’d regret it?” you whisper. stars in your eyes. he doesn’t respond. “simon. i just told you i’ve fantasized about fucking you. i wonder how big you are, if it’d hurt—“

his palm tightens over your lips again.

“one more fuckin’ word and i’ll forget every goddamn reason why i shouldn’t touch you right now.” he spits. “if y’even remember this tomorrow, y’come say it to me sober. promise on every grave i’ve ever stood over i’ll bend y’over on the spot and fuck the idea of regret right outta you.”

then he pulls back, moving slow like it hurts, and you smile.

“guess i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“mhm.” he hums, take a step or two toward the door. “fuckin hope you will.”

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Love this 🔥

Drawing spuffy piece and singing along "Ride" sir mix-a-lot - this is the way I spend my night yeah 🌝

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Not one single thought behind those eyes just two LETHAL airheads

Sarah and James understanding the assignment like no one has ever done before. SMG was manifesting James as a love interest after seeing what they gave her with Marc I’m CONVINCED 😹😹😹

THE MIRRORED HAND PLACEMENTS AND THEIR BODIES LITERALLY MAKING A HEART SHAPE

The air head father daughter husband holy trinity energy is unmatched in this scene

I’ve never seen anyone look so disappointed in Xander for hurting Buffy IN MY LIFE looking at him like how could you speak to my future wife like that??? and you call yourself her friend….

aaaaannnnnddd already completely forgotten anyone or anything else exists

The faces of two people who are forever changed and will be completely haunted by how loved and cherished they felt in the arms of their enemy

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"Lieutenant Simon rescues y/n and her daughter while her husband is busy saving himself"

I tryed drawing something from a photo I've seen yesterday for a soldier rescued a woman and her baby while her fat husband walking ahead carrying a small bag LOL so I immediately remembered **Ghost**

#simonriley #ghost

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#sehyam

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Will you Be My Girlfriend ?

Short fanfic

Simon x you

....

Ghost is a strang man something about him making you want to watch every move he'd do, his eyes full of secrets, deep like an ocean depths you can tell he suffered so much, lost, deaths Never had a normal childhood or normal teenage life .

So protective of his team, You always wanted to sit with him and understand the reason for his spiritual wounds. He might sometimes act excessively cruel towards you or someone else from the team, but he hides behind closed doors. Memories he did not want to come and break his calm. He carelessly sweeps the ranks of death to save one soldier you've seen it before.

You wanted to hug him once, because he looks like a very big child who loves to be alone, but it is not fair that no one deserves to be alone and fight his demons alone without someone to support him, throughout your stay in the military base he avoided being associated with a celebration like Christmas or Easter sees it as frivolous and would rather read a book about bunnies than this gathering.

You sat next to him without asking, and he looked at you with his withered, dark eyes, without making any of his sarcastic comments. You took the initiative to ask:

- Tell me about the truth about this mask, why are you wearing it?

-...because I look Awesome...

- No, there's a secret you're hiding, and I haven't seen your face before, you must be... ugly.

You said that out of jest, and you smiled at him, then patted his upper arm, bowed a little, and looked at you for a long time.

- Quite the opposite.

-Then show me your handsomeness, I mean as conclusive evidence.

- And what are you going to do with my handsomeness? You want to be my girlfriend?

-Yes!

You said this without thinking, which created an atmosphere of tension and heavy silence. He was joking, of course, he was joking! But you!!

Laughing you started to laugh at yourself but he still silenced just staring at you, escaping seems a good thing now and maybe Or maybe moving to another base might save your ass.

Suddenly he touched your left cheek caressing it softly tilted his head looking at you, he said with a deep voice:

- well I wouldn't mind..

- I was joking!

- I don't think so.

- so you want to be my Bo- Boyfriend??

- you're breaking slow your breath a lil bit.

- ANSWER ME PLEASE!

You said nervously, widening your eyes clinging your fists like a child waiting for candy, looking at simon with shining pupils, your heart beats going insane, He is a tall man hiding his smirk lips behind the skull musk you heard him swearing:

- Fucking Hell.

The pressure was too much on you and the embarrassing situations always making you behave strangely, you are about to pass out now and your breathing has become difficult in sync with your heartbeat that has gone crazy, Simon is trying to calm you down but he only knew how to pull you into a hug and wrap his arms around you whispering in your ear to calm down, his low voice His heavy British accent freed the butterflies in your heart and you closed your eyes for a while as you sank into his warm embrace, it's like he just woke up and straightened himself

- pull yourself together soldier and stop this dramatic behavior.

- S-sorry.

- I'm still on my suggestion though.

- you mean us?

- don't panic again, but yes.

-... um.. T-Then see you!

- hmm.

He turned around and left you there for a moment you wanted to throw yourself from that Building to get rid  of these so many feelings and that proposal is going to change your life for ever because Half year later you became Ms. Riley The beloved Wife of LT simon Ghost Riley. 

Note : soap eats half of your wedding cake and Simon almost killed him for that.

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A kiss on The  Neck

Ghost x Reader

Ghost x y/n

Once upon a time there was this strong soldier living in the same floor as you, few apartments between you and his door, Ghost is his Name he has a skull mask covering head, giant tall like almost two meters! Strong muscular body, tattoos drawn on Huge arms, you always thought that black military uniform looked sexy on him, you know what time he'd return or leaving to duty, how silent and calm and his favorite meal is burgers  the only thing you never saw is his face .

Tonight he will be back after few weeks on the military base you will satisfy Your curiosity, by surreptitiously sneaking into his apartment

So you know what he's hiding

It is a very stupid act to enter the room of a military man, he may kill you in a flash, but the feeling of curiosity eats you to know what this man looks like.

Two days ago, you turned twenty-three years old, and gifts were piled up in the apartment from your family and friends, including non-hazardous military equipment. Your older sister knows how fond you are of the army and you play video games a lot during your adolescence, so she sent you a special operations uniform, similar to clothes like That military man is in the third door on the right, you are super excited to try it on, the mission will start on this night before him coming to his home you'll sneak in like a spider, carefully.

You were able to enter successfully, and the worn locks helped you unlock the lock easily. You took glances around the living room, which was very quiet and strangely clean. You thought it would be a mess, but it surprised you. On the contrary, the walls, curtains, and sofas are designed Modern and pastel colors indicate the good taste of the person living in it, very wonderful, it should not be in a moldy building like this.

Another look at the kitchen at the end of the living room. Oh my God, it is so bright that you cry. If you had a kitchen like it, you wouldn't be cooking so it wouldn't get dirty!

He's very lucky.

You looked at the other room where he sleeps, the door was closed, and he might be hiding another surprise that you will not be able to handle and holy shish kebab! Its prettier than the rest of the flat , that bed for two looks so relaxing to sleep, Nice tour Now HIDE the Beast is coming you heard his keys in the locks the closing the door then his heavy footsteps on the floor kicking off his shoes and he throws himself on the sofa, his deep erotic cursing voice saying "Fucking Hell.." the mask still on you watching him taking off his military equipment, shirt, pants everything but the damn mask..

-wow!

You hissed then covering you mouth, muscular back, scars, tattoos and.. and his Ass! The most perfect butt cheeks you ever saw! HOLY Cow That's weird! And sexy and weird! He's so tall and strong you felt like you wanted to beg him for a cuddle staying in bed for eternity, he's walking towards the bathroom wich is fortunately was on the opposite direction away from you STILL WEARING THE DAMN THING.

Twenty minutes passed while he was taking a shower. Finally he came out, wrapping his waist in a white towel and exposing his sexy body in front of you. Wet, dripping drops of water slipping on his skin and running on his huge muscles. You are still hiding in his dark bedroom, but he will come anyway. You have to hurry up and Squeeze yourself under the bed, wait for him to fall asleep and get what you came for and taking a picture of him for your freinds they all were doubting you but you will prove them wrong!

He sleeps naked wrapped with these comfortable sheets He seemed to be sleeping deeply like a child without snoring filling the room, you pulled yourself quietly from under the bed trying not to make any noise like ants crawling you don't feel its presence, the covers up to the middle of his stomach and his impressive broad muscular chest made your female hormones erupt.

Why the hell does this guy sleep with a mask on! You grabbed the end of the black cloth and gently and very carefully pulled it. It was like dismantling a nuclear bomb, and you might feel remorse for taking such a risk. Weapons were arranged everywhere in this room. Rather, trying to break into the house of a military man is stupidity in and of itself! The features of his face began to become clear, a straight nose and a blonde brown beard that had been growing for a week, perhaps, and then -!!

He opened his brown eyes quickly staring into your soul and grabbed your wrists dragging you to the bed on top of him tightening his grip on your body, it was sudden and you didn't know what happened

Speak to you in a deep British accent

-Quick advice, if you sneak into a man's room, don't wear  so noticable feminine perfume like that, and I'm pretty sure you know the hell you've come to.

-Well, you caught me, congratulations. You'll arrest me now?

- Why are you here y/n ?

- You- you know my name??

- My very secret stalker, of course, I know you.

- And you won't hurt me?

-It depends on what you came for.

The pose is reversed and he's hovering over you while holding your arms, it's really a drama series! You swallowed your saliva, looking at his skull-masked face and shouted at him in a harsh, miserable tone:

- Fuck that!! I want to expose you!

- expose?

- Take it off! I want to see it!!

-Hmmm, and what exactly do you want to see?

Tilting his head slightly, you can tell he's smiling mischievously, he knows but he wants to tease you, you kept staring at him like a scared rabbit, cheeks burning almost crushing your bones with his weight and suddenly he said:

- tea?

- huh..?

- you want cup of tea or not?

- yes... so Bri'ish man.

- No, no, don't you ever say that you look so fake and stupid.

- yeah, sorry.

Then next thing you know him standing on the kitchen shirtless wearing only a grey pants preparing tea like any classic English man  with some chocolate chips cookies on side, you felt so warm and fuzzy with this table, a blanket wrapping around you, and this attractive military Man, peaceful moments passed but he was watching you all the time maybe he didn't even blink, so quite crossing his hands over his chest.

You told him embarrassedly, trying to change from the tense atmosphere that came suddenly,

-well, thank you for that delicious meal, I gotta go and sorry for-?

but he raised his finger and indicated for you to come forward to him, you were hesitant but his charming looks made you do as he commanded you, you stood between his thighs and he still pierces you with his eyes Like a hungry predator, you felt his powerful fingers grab your waist and make you sit on his lap, he told you as his hands slipped under your shirt.

- You want to see my face?

- Y-yeah...

- But there is a price for that.

- ... What is that?

- A kiss on your neck.

He said simply, and you felt your cheeks burning. You tried to get up, but he wouldn't let you, holding your waist tightly until his strong body touched yours. You avoid looking at him directly and put your hands on his chest, whispering to him

-Ghost.. S-Simon...

- what? Love. Don't you want to see my face? Didn't I pique your curiosity all that time until you finally took a chance on being in my room?

- That's.. Not what you think!

-Take off my mask.

You looked at him, and your body trembled a little from the closeness, even your fingers that were long to thicken the mask and snatch the damn cloth, you fulfilled your wish to see him so handsome! Strong jaw, square face,  straight nose, pink plump lips made you starving to kiss , but he quickly kissed your neck and you moaned like a cat - meow~- hugging you, wrapping his arms around you while kissing, sucking, licking your Neck sensitive skin leaving hickey  bruises all over you, but he stopped suddenly closing his eyes like fighting himself not to go on farther than that.

- you should leave, li'le Girl.

- But I..!!

- fun is over.

He made you get up quickly and you did not say another word. You walked towards the door closing it angrily. You were very embarrassed and ashamed. Perhaps he knew that it was your first time to be in this situation with any man, because he felt your trembling, and perhaps the excitement between your legs had exposed you.

Turned on with just few kisses on the neck what a desperate virgin girl.

End

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Is this Simon ghost Riley?💀

Found it on Tiktok

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Short fanfic For :

Simon Riley x Reader (Female)

Warning NOT FOR UNDER AGE +21

Summary: you're Pregnant with Simon's Baby in one-night stand during mission to Russia

First time Wrighting this don't judge me :)

A Baby For Ghost                           

You're Probably Pregnant with His child it's been several weeks since you two... Played.. it was kinda weird Place to "Make Love" A Cave to be exact, But Everything got so difficult to process You are pregnant with the child of a man whose face you have not seen or know where he lives or anything about his past except his name, whose authenticity is difficult to verify so messed up situation..

ghost wasn't someone Romantic or anything, He likes dominance over you a lot of Rough kisses all over your neck.

He didn't let you take of his mask only showing his soft lips while he fucks you looking into your eyes.

Hovering over your delicious Body it was Hot, Wild Night on the last day before going Home you told him you wanted to go to this mission in Russia with him .

The man is silent most of time But his Eyes telling a story of a lost Boy everytime you staring at him.

he just keeps his focus on you you both Hated eachother but always there's this Burning Desire between you .

The mission in Russia is two-man job, ghost refused taking you with him He wanted someone else to go but soap and the other team mates were in a different mission.

Ghost was harsh with you in giving orders. He quarreled with Captain Price, refusing you to go with him. He didn't want someone to hold him back. And of course he's not a Newbie like you, but you want to prove your worth in front of him.

"Simon Ghost Riley, we're both in the same rank, and I'm coming with you! Oh, let me tell you something, Lieutenant, I came into the Army to die, not to call for civil protection."

He didn't move from his place. His eyes were just as cold. He stared at you for a few seconds, then he sighed in annoyance. He considered you like a pain in the ass "Stay behind me," he told you in his deep, hoarse voice.

He raised the cap of the military cloak over your head and wrapped it well, making sure that it was tied.

That's odd is did he just took care of you?

You don't know if it's an act of interest or he tried to suffocate you with ties around your neck and then backed away in the last second..

Absolutely, the snow here is falling like crazy, and it may exceed the usual normal degree, and it will not hold its terribly low temperature Freezing one slightly slip off this tight path and you're done..Gone with the wind.

you need to be careful oh goddamn overthinking made you slip a little bit of the cliff but ghost noticed on a quiet quick move he grabbed your arm pulling you into his muscular chest The military equipment hanging on the armor above his body almost smashed into your  nearly frozen face .

You heard a sharp Breath then looked into his burning eyes. fuck He's pissed almost crushing you're shoulders. You know he's clinging his teeth behind that skull mask but thank God on of the guards started to cough that asshole saved you from Ghost's Rage

[ I'm not good at fighting Scenes so I'll just ignore that part :) ]

The mission success was mostly because of you so when you both on the way returning to the base you gave him the victory stare so proud of yourself until you failed finding the way and lost the signal to the car you have to walk now in these frozen areas avoiding frozen ponds and all the dangerous places "there's a blizzard coming, you both have to find a good place to spend the night" price informed you the helicopter can't Reach you "copy that" he said.

Okay maybe apologize for what you did wasn't a good idea when you both walked into the cave and He heard you saying "sorry.. ghost" He was so fucking fast hitting you like he fights an enemy on your leg and you lost balance and fell on the ground damn he's so tall so fucking tall and huge man "damn woman! I told you not to come, didn't I !!" Screamed at you while sitting on your stomach not completely breaking you but he was heavy like hell his legs on each side of your body "I said I'm sorry, okay!" You shouted back "well sorry isn't going to solve our problem"

- what? Are you going to kill me now?

-How about a punishment..

-what?

- A Punishment, love. He whispered not Breaking the content between your eyes

Fuck fuck fuck what that look? Damn You feel Ghost approaching you, you feel his hot breath on your cheek and then towards your neck after he snatched you the military helmet from your head and left your hair lying on the ground.

For some reason, you didn't fight him. You wanted this too.

Since the first day, despite your hatred for him, there was a physical attraction between you, very intimate.

Cuffing your wrists above your head & ripped off your vest exposing your breasts good thing the cave was kinda warm or maybe the closer of your Bodies increased the Heat.

he covered your sight using a cloth didn't let you see him when he left his mask starts swirling His tongue around your right nipple making you shivering and moaning like a bitch "simon, please that's.."

He was too quick taking off your pants then shoving his fingers against your clit moving it rubbing your pussy in circle movements making you close your thighs almost reaching orgasm but then he stops "FUCKING HELL SIMON RILEY!" you screamed loud enough to echo your voice then you heard a chuckle an attractive one "that's my phrase" he said, your body aching, pounding, shivering .

Can't see him but feeling his large hands over your stomach then squeezing your breasts, his teeth baiting your nipples and sucking your neck kissing roughly leaving love marks, touching your pussy gently his deep voice hissing into your ears "do you want to come, Babygirl?" Taking off his upper shirt and vest throwing his military equipment oh that's muscular man shit never saw him naked before you didn't tell him you could see him because the cloth moved a little bit off your eyes seeing him Lowering his head between your thighs licking ur pussy gently. Feeling his unshaven Beard tingling you, He's so fucking Good at this your Body is shaking with desire

Fuck he's torturing you, he wants you to beg him everytime you reach the orgasm He stops "Not Now.. you have to beg.." said again sliding his finger inside your pussy making your back arch you inhaled this is too much too damn much you started to cry moaning his name "p-please ... simon.. please.. make me... c.."

-" say it.. what do you want?"

-" FUCK ME, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK!" Shit, you're gonna regret that embarrassing phrase..

Gosh, this man is a devil you can feel his stiffed warm cock on your thigh, his thick fingers didn't stop this time and you may explode this time on the very edge then he suprises you with huge cock inside your tight pussy grabbed your hips giving you time to get used to his big veiny dick size he groans, manly hot groans while moving inside you fucking you hard.

No protection no birth control only his bare cock hitting the insides of your pussy, he removed your gag and said "look at me" you are too shy now "EYES.. ON .. ME" Commands you what a dominant guy, crushing his mouth into your lips still his mask on except his lips surprisingly soft, hot, delicious lips tasting yours breathing near  your face looking into your eyes, touching his masked head "Simon.. come inside me.." and then he did you both did at the same time finally Reaching your orgasms you felt warm In lower belly.

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All the time he acted as if nothing had happened between you two, he regained the cold manner he used to treat you since the day you came and you didn't mention anything for five days.

Ghost likes to isolate himself from everyone and always stay in the shadows watching you with his piercing eyes to the point that you feel that he sees you naked in his bed even though you are at the meeting table where the rest of the team are chatting.

Soap loves to tell jokes, and there was a friendly attraction between you, so you always talk and sit next to each other all the time. Soap is an attractive man and any woman may fall in love with him immediately because of his cuteness and attractive Body ofc.

You didn't know about the existence of the monster that was dominated by anger and annoyance. Ghost was not ignoring you as you thought, but all the time his eyes were following you. He is ready to slit the throat of his best friend (Soap) if he dares to cross the boundaries of friendship. Ghost does not want to share you with another man, he considers you his property. It tracks your movements even when you are asleep.

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So beautiful ❤

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GinTae and KatsuMatsu

I realize that there are some parallels between these two couples. I want to talk about it because they are probably two of the most plausible hetero ships in Gintama and I love both of these ships so much, although I also ship Gintoki and Katsura with each other and other people (among everything, I even ship Gintoki/Shouyou and Katsura/ShigeShige; please don’t hate on me guys).

First Meeting

The first time both of these couples met, the women beat up the men (though for good reasons).

The next scene took place in the women’ home.

Then the bad guys who often came to the house to harass the women appeared. They demanded money or/and the women’ home (The loan sharks wanted the dojo while the evil brother-in-law wanted the ramen shop).

The women even had an awesome moment where they punched/slapped the bad guys in the face.

The men then defended the women.

Then the women were taken away by the bad guys to be sold.

And of course the men came to rescue them and solved their problems with the bad guys.

The story ended with the women seeing the men in a different light.

Relationship

There are also some similarities between Tae and Ikumatsu. Both women lost their parents and their first love (for Tae it’s Obi Hajime and for Ikumatsu it’s her husband Daigo). Both of them inherited a run-down place that they are determined to keep running (for Tae it’s the dojo, for Ikumatsu it’s the ramen shop). Both women also have strong relationship with their fathers.

My teacher once told me and my fellow students that guys should find a girl who loves her father, because if she respects her father, she will likely do the same with her husband. Likewise, girls were told to find a guy who loves his mother, because if he loves and respects his mother, he will do the same with his wife.

While this advice can certainly apply to Gintoki and Katsura (since both women love their fathers so much), I think it can also apply to Tae and Ikumatsu. Both men have strong relationship with their mother figures so they (mostly) respect women in general. While we don’t know much about Katsura’s relationship with his parents, he did have strong relationship with his grandmother, who was his only parental figure after both of his parents died. He kept his grandmother’s words to heart to this day and mentioned her in some scenes. And while it doesn’t look like it at first glance, Gintoki does have a strong relationship with Otose. He is really loyal and protective of her not only because of his promise to her dead husband, but because he genuinely cares for her like a son to his mother.

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I think among Gintama hetero ships, these two couples have the highest chance to end up together in a long-lasting relationship in the future. And I don’t mind if that happens because I like both Tae and Ikumatsu (they’re awesome). They even have my favorite light-haired x dark-haired trope. Both couples have a domestic aura to them and honestly, I can picture them married with kids and living next door to each other (that would be hilarious).

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