His Shirt

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: When searching for some comfortable clothes you find an old shirt of Simon's and decide to throw it on and Simon has an unexpected reaction. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, canon-typical swearing.

“Home, baby.” The sound of your voice called through your home. A night out with the girls had been more fun that you were expecting, a dinner and some drinks had been long overdue, plus there was so much going on in all your lives now it was just good to catchup with them. “Watching the football.” Simon called back from the living room.

Honestly, every cell in your body screamed to join, but there was a deep chill that was set into your bones from the cold weather outside. “Be right there.” Feet carrying you upstairs quickly you entered the bedroom, stripping out of your uncomfortable outfit down to your underwear and trying to find something more comfortable to throw on.

Nabbing a few clothing items, you threw them on the bed and went in search of a pair of socks, rummaging through your drawer to find the only ones there were an odd few that had devastating holes ripped through them. “Bollocks.” You muttered, rounding the bed and then searching through Simon’s drawer instead. Smiling as you nabbed a pair of socks that would engulf your feet, regardless you slipped them on.

About to shut the drawer you came to an abrupt stop when something red caught your eye, pulling it out a smile crawled across your lips. It was an old United shirt, probably decades old now and more than likely a gift because you just couldn’t imagine Simon buying this for himself. You held the material between your fingers and smiled to yourself, this could be interesting.

Venturing back downstairs, lingering behind him, sneaking into the kitchen as you quizzed casually. “What did you have for tea?” “Ordered a pizza.” Simon responded evenly; eyes still trained on the television laxly. “Some left in the fridge, if you want it.” Then adding, always looking out for your wellbeing. A moment of pause formed between you two as you lingered in the kitchen for a moment longer. “How was your night?” It was an off-handed comment, you knew that Simon didn’t really care for an answer because all he cared about was you made it home safely.

You built up enough nerve to enter the lounge, rounding the sofa to stand beside him with a thoughtful look on your face. “It was fine. It was nice seeing everyone…” Rattling off with gentle shrugs of your shoulders, forcefully ignoring the way that Simon gawked at you all dolled up in that shirt. “Fuck me…” It was low. It was almost like a prayer. For a moment you could have convinced yourself that those words hadn’t fallen from his lips, but they had and it made you pussy weep.

“What’re you wearing?” The sound of his voice as hoarse and low, boarding on a warning, it set your insides of fire and you attempted not to falter under his hard gaze. “Hmm? Oh this…” Your fingers tugged on the hem on the shirt. “I was just looking for some socks to borrow and I found this…” Then spinning on one foot and allowing him to observe the entire look. “Is it okay?”

The question hung between you before Simon muttered. “Fuckin’ hell…” Then scooting forward on the sofa and commanding. “Here…” Pointing between his legs. It was so difficult to fight the smile as you sauntered towards him, standing there between his spread legs. His dangerous eyes lingered across your body and moments later his hands were skimming up your bare legs, clasping at your outer thighs and letting out a low groan. “Fuckin’… gorgeous…”

Behind you the TV roared to life as Man United scored another goal, smiling down at his enamoured face you mentioned. “They just scored…” “Don’t care.” He grunted and in a sudden movement you were yanked down to be laying beneath his immense form on the plush cushions of the sofa. “Simon!” A squeak fell from your lips as your head spun wildly.

“Shh.” Simon grumbled. “Let me take care of you…” His lips skimmed against your own, but ultimately avoided your lips as you tried to capture him into a searing kiss. Instead, he began to meticulously kiss down your frame, the feel of his hot mouth over the soft fabric of the shirt. Those war-worn hands tugging down your knickers and chortling lowly at the wet stain that was pooled into the gusset. “Dirty fuckin’ girl.”

A moment later your legs were thrown over his shoulders, exposing your wet cunt to his wonting eyes. “Fuck…” He whispered, leaning forward to pepper small kisses against your mound, nibbling at your lips to cause you to arch and squirm in his tight hold, his lips were everywhere but where you needed them to be. “Stay still.” He muttered, again another warning and this wasn’t one that you were willing to test.

The way that Simon’s tongue worked was like magic, his eyes focused up on your face as your own rolled back in pleasure at the feel. His tongue languidly seeping up and down your slit, teasing your hole for a moment before raising up to flick slowly at your clit. “Oh, god.” You whispered, trying to follow his orders but unable to fight the express. Simon smirked at the way your thighs quivering around his head, wanting to trap him there forever.

When his mouth sealed around your clit a noise of pure pleasure spilled from your throat, arching up off the sofa and gripping your fingers into his short hair, tugging at the tresses as your toes curled in delight. “Ohmygod. Ohmygod.” You were panting now, taut nipples pressing against the fabric of the shirt. Simon couldn’t take his eyes from your writhing frame, sucking from intensely, grunting and groaning into your cunt, praising you in his head as his mouth was occupied.

A thigh was released from his grip as two of his thick fingers sunk into your wet heat, causing you to cry out again along with the crowd of the television. “Si-mon…” Hoarse and wonting, you couldn’t control the sounds that were tumbling from your throat now, completely feral with pleasure as his fingers hammered into her weeping walls, finding that special spot and overwhelming it with his fingers. “Ohfuck. So… so close… Ohgod… Oh… Simon~” A cry of pleasure tumbled from your lips.

As if some kind of cosmic joke the television roared to life again as another goal was scored whilst your entire frame spasmed and convulsed as his lips remained taut around your cunt, suckling hard on your clit to throw you into your orgasm. Popping away with a slick ‘pop’ moments later Simon smirked and pressed small kisses to your swollen cunt, slipping his fingers from where they were buried. “Good girl.” He whispered against your skin. “My good girl.” He mentioned, pressing a sweet kiss to your engorged clit and fighting back a grin as you jolted.

Simon spent time soothing you, pressing little quaint kisses to your thighs and rubbing your stomach soothingly and after a while you seemed to regain enough composure to speak. “T-think I’m… I’m going to need to wear your shirts more often…” A chuckle came from the man between your legs and he bite into your thigh playfully and responded. “I wouldn’t disagree with that, love.”

Masterlist | Ask | 14-11-2023

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You're all missing the golden friendship dynamic opportunities in Phineas and ferb! Obviously the main cast are all bffs at this point.

But what about:

Bufford and Isabella being the go getter protective duo? They both lobe their friends but they are work out buddies and they protect their friends together. They have weekly pizza, facial, and catchup nights. They're both learning how to get a motorcycle. They're literally eachother's jail call

Phineas and Baljeet are the neurodivergent best friends that spend anywhere from 10 minutes to 10 hours talking about the laws of physics and how they might be flawed. They are arcade buddies. They have study nights because the others just can't keep up with them like the two of them can. When Baljeet or Phineas start a rant, only the other one can fully keep up. (Ferb is pretty good, but he's tired). They go to the library and spend hours on the law of relativity and how to break it.

Ferb and Isabella. It's shown throughout the show that Ferb is fond of the girl, even teasing her! Ferb and Isabella are always trying to keep the group fed and enforcing the saftey of Personal Protection Equipment. Becuase really the others aren't so great at remembering. They're an exhausted dad friend and a half done with it mom friend. They have custody of the group (and extended group). They exchange skin care tips and schedule a group self-care night every week or two.

Candace and Bufford who aren't close really but share a fear of Suzy Johnson. Candace who may try to bust her brothers but woukd die if someone else put them in harm's way. Candace who has shortcomings and flaws as all good characters do. But she's like 15 I think? She knows their friends matter to the boys and maybe she's fond of the group. So Candace and Bufford who are both kinda jerks in their own ways but would do a lot to keep the others safe and happy. A silent team.

More to come.

Sentamos pra conversar sobre o fim do casamento dela,já fui logo dizendo que estar sozinho depois de um relacionamento tão longo era ótimo,como assim perguntou ela,agora você pode comer o que quiser sem medo de engordar,pois sei que adora sorvetes, sonhos de padaria e pizza com muito catchup e batata frita por cima, não é verdade,sim ela respondeu,ele não te deixava comer nada disso,já se você engordar pode ir para academia já que ele também não te deixava frequentar por ciúmes exagerado,sei que adora uma malhação,comer e malhar foi assim que ficamos amigos,lembro ela disse, você adora cinema,mas qual o último filme que você assistiu em um, adora música e não tenho te visto em nenhum show por aí,adora festas,nossos amigos achavam que você tinha se mudado de cidade de tanto tempo que não te encontravam em uma delas,suas redes sociais já não tenho te visto online faz anos,sou seu melhor amigo,nos amamos de um jeito diferente sem corpos em fricção,qual foi a última vez que pode me chamar pra sentar e bater um papo assim descontraído com sorrisos ,olhares e toques sem ter que olhar para o lado o tempo todo, não sabe, faz três anos dois meses e cinco dias,desde que você se casou com aquele traste,sabe esse abandono que está sentindo agora, nesse tempo todo até o dia de hoje,eu aqui,seu grande amigo é que estava me sentindo abandonado.

Jonas R Cezar

Bogs Blog 28

A week full of achievements, we have moved into the tiny house. It is official and I am rather happy to say the least. It has been a journey, with more ups than downs to be honest. We have both learnt so much, from building skills, to looking for bargains, to researching how to do things. We have both surprised ourselves about how well we have done, we have achieved much more than we thought possible, and the result is a high-quality home which we both love the feel of. Obviously, we couldn’t have done this without the help of my brother who has been a wealth of knowledge, resources and tools. It has been such a great experience and we are looking forward to living in it, and slowly getting used to our new lifestyle. Composting toilet and all.

Despite our exciting move in and our desire to spend some time in the tiny house, we have hardly been there this week. We have been social butterflies and busy beavers. After our celebratory dinner we had with the family on Sunday night, on Monday we both headed to Te Aroha where benoit likes to use the time to work on his physio application and work on his blog for the week, so the Te Aroha part, you have probably already caught up on. For the second half of the week, Benoit was up working in town with Jamie, they are both building a deck for my aunty and by the sounds of it, they are both enjoying working together again and continuing their bromance. On Wednesday it was my long await return to climbing. We went bouldering and even me, who has long since been converted to route climbing loved it. I have missed climbing so much that the chance to get back onto the plastic was a welcome one. We bouldered for two hours, until our fingers would no longer hold us to even the easiest routes. It was so satisfying, and I have been feeling it for the last few days, my forearms are still dead and very tender. Afterwards we rewarded ourselves in true climbing fashion, with a beer, however unfortunately not in the gym. New Zealanders have not quite seen the light when it comes to mixing exercise with beer like the Belgians have. Yes we find occasions to drink beer with most things, but so far it hasn’t seeped into the fitness industry – how bizarre.

On Thursday night we went to Lauren Wilcox’s for dinner with Scott here brother and his girlfriend. It was a nice wee catchup and a fun occasion to continue to grow our social calendar. Benoit enjoyed catching up with his host family and I enjoyed getting to know them a bit better. On Thursday night, Benoit drove back up to town to have an early start on the deck in the morning and I spent my first night alone in the tiny house. I was expecting to feel a little bit nervous about it, as I don’t really like staying home alone in our big house, and considering the tiny house is even more isolated I was worried about this. But it turns out, I wasn’t worried about being home alone, I felt very safe. Maybe that the place is so small there is no way some unwanted person could be lurking somewhere. But either way I was very reassured about how safe it felt.

Friday was a slow day at work and Benoit hit a heap of traffic on the way home so was a little bit late picking me up, so I had the pleasure of staying late on a Friday, on a long weekend! On Friday night,  we packed the car and got ready to head off to the lake. We were going to go on Friday night, but we really werent up to sitting in traffic, so instead we hung some pictures in the tiny house and then had a pizza night and into bed. It was the best decision I think as it was really nice to make the most of our little tiny for an extra night. In the morning we headed off to the lake for the long weekend. Mum and Dad were down in Whangaui for the weekend and so the kids decided to make the most of the lake. It is always a nice place to relax. Jamie came down with his mates on Saturday afternoon and we had a lovely weekend all together. The weather was so much better than forecast so we made the most of the walks around the area, the hot pools and the evenings with delicious meals and a nice hot fire. A great weekend away. 

Love Kate xxx

11:03pm a wonderful day

today i went and visited the balboa kids again, and it was so much fun to see them, and a really unique experience. contacting nora and the following day and morning i was so anxious and nervous. i considered sleeping in and even when i was about to leave the house i thought about canceling (for some reason i was convinced the kids wouldn’t particularly care to see me). as soon as i popped into the doorway though, the whole class was so excited, and they all clearly missed me a lot. thinking about it now… almost 20 people all caring about me and missing me means so much. danniy said she missed me, and wants me take me home with her. tracy said he missed me, and requested i sit next to him during the movie, and joshua was so happy to see me (he didn’t change much, still so excited about his media and wimpy kid diary). yuri really opened up and chose to sit next to me (after finishing her makeup work) and was talking to me and joshua about the movie. i noticed her looking over when joshua asked why i didn’t stay at the school, though i didn’t let on. and yuri appreciates hugs now! i hugged all the kids before i left, and a few kids got quite some repeats. it was fun eating popcorn and donut and watching monsters university.

i stopped by ashley’s room too, and when she came back we hugged for a solid 4 seconds. it was reassuring to hear her struggles with the 2nd grade class, as it makes me feel less alone. she says she thinks of me often too, when honestly didn’t occur to me. it was a short and sweet catchup, and ashley promised to hit me up to hang out.

afterward i went to joanns to buy the taro colored fleece to finish the blanket, i got snacks and browsed daiso. that tired me out, so i went home.

i took a breather with some fresh tomato soup, topped with cheddar cheese and delicious bread. i sat outside on the stool to eat, since it was such a beautiful day. meowu was evidently pleased, as she come out with me and rolled on the sunny concrete before sitting like a sphinx a-ways away. came back in and opened my yesstyle purchases, and all my stylish pants fit 🔥

headed back out walking to tribute pizza, dropping off sherrys cushions and her and mikey inviting me to hang out before her night out (i took her up on the offer, but didn’t anticipate her friends so i came back down, haha) walked about enjoying the sights and browsed a store for half an hour before picking up the pizza and bringing it home. brought meowu’s dinner nearby so she can socially eat , and ate my own tasty pizza with meowu in my lap

swiffed the floor and started the fleece blanket before getting too tired (meowu came to pick me up for bed, whining and getting antsy). brushed my teeth (and enjoyed it!) before coming into bed, meowu coming to cuddle soon after. tomorrow the 3 of us will go see grandma and dad, something we haven’t done in a long time

today i felt uninhibited. i was still nervous and shy throughout, but i did things i wanted to and took my time and stopped when i no longer wanted to do something. it felt freeing and like i was living without fear. here’s to hoping that this is a taste for my future, and that a new chapter of joy is just around the corner 🌷

Comida Nipo-Brasileira

Comida Nipo Brasileira é a mistura que nós, descendentes de japoneses, fazemos com ambas as culinárias: Japonesa e Brasileira.

Conhecem as famílias que são descendentes de japoneses? Pois bem! Elas são chamadas de famílias Nipo-Brasileiras porque são nipônicas, ou seja, as famílias vieram do Japão, mas nasceram e foram criados aqui no Brasil. Nipo-Brasileiros!

A culinária Nipo-Brasileira nasce da mistura dessas duas culturas. Nós fazemos muitas coisas com isso, por exemplo: hambúrguer com sushi, sashimi e batata frita. Outro exemplo: arroz, feijão, karaguê (frango frito à moda japonesa) e rolinho primavera. Macarrão à bolonhesa com inarizushi e tonkatsu (filé de porco frito empanado). Udon com churrasco, virado à paulista com espetinho de ovo de codorna e cubos de queijo empanado. Temaki com batata frita e filé de peixe frito brasileiro, etc.

Imagem retirada do site: https://anamariabraga.globo.com/receita/nipo-brasileira/

Aqui no Brasil a comida Nipo-Brasileira é acompanhada de Coca-Cola brasileira, Guaraná Antarctica brasileiro, Sucos de fruta, Àgua Mineral brasileira e etc.

Lá no Japão é outra coisa...Sucos de fruta japoneses em garrafa, Coca-Cola japonesa, Fanta japonesa, Refrigerante feito com 50 limões em uma só garrafa, chá com leite britânico, bebida de leite com frutas, leite fermentado japonês e etc.

Posso dizer que é muito gostoso sim!

Eu sou Nipo-Brasileiro e adoro essa mistura das culinárias Brasileira e Japonesa!

É algo que só quem conhece pode apreciar e eu digo feliz da vida, amigos...CONHEÇAM ESSE TIPO DE CULINÁRIA!! É UMA DELÍCIA!!!

Mistura o saudável do Japão com o sabor que nós amamos do Brasil. É o tempero do Brasil com aquele toque forte do Japão (eu particularmente amo)!!!

Pertencer a duas culturas é não estar no Brasil e nem no Japão. É ser estereotipado como japonês no Brasil e como brasileiro no Japão. E é estranhamente, ao mesmo tempo, conhecer o Brasil e o Japão e estar nesses dois países juntamente. Quer dizer, ao mesmo tempo em que não estamos nem aqui e nem lá, estamos nos dois países ao mesmo tempo. Parece soar estranho, não?!

Vale também misturar lanches e pizzas com diversos tipos de sushi e até mesmo um yakissoba com um frango frito brasileiro bem gostoso ou um bife brasileiro! Entram também muitos molhos japoneses como wasabi, maionese com gengibre, entre outros. Assim como molhos “brasileiros” tipo catchup, mostarda e molho de pimenta.

Momento desabafo: eu admiro a auto estima do carioca,

cujas pizzarias são horríveis, virem se meter nas receitas

de São Paulo

Mano a pizza no RJ é tão ruim q precisa de catchup pra engolir e eles ainda querem dizer como a Paulista deve ser feita? Calma migos

Somos tão preciosos um para o outro,somos como dizia Fábio Jr,as metades da laranja,as vezes ela me prende com um simples bom dia,fico observando aquela pessoa que por vontade própria quis ser minha, é maluco isso, você acorda sozinho na vida, pega um trem ,se senta num banco vazio, aí chega outra pessoa e se senta ao seu lado,normal se o trem estivesse lotado,mas tinham tantos bancos melhores do outro lado,mais ela sentou alí e ainda resolveu puxar assunto, saímos juntos,do trem e não pra jantar,ainda era o primeiro encontro, não de amor, só encontro mesmo, viramos namorados nesse mesmo final de noite,depois de sairmos juntos, desta vez pra jantar,passa algumas semanas e ela diz sim e passa a ser minha,e eu a ser dela, que bom seria ler essa história contada pelo ângulo dela,se estava sozinha como eu e porque escolheu um banco com um homem vestido de pedaço de pizza, carência de conversar ou apenas fome mesmo,sabe de uma coisa, nós não nascemos um para o outro, é um sentimento muito diferente, é amor sem dúvidas, só acho que escolhemos ser um do outro, não é sempre que pizza e catchup formam um casal perfeito,esse texto é daqueles que tem que ser decifrado,viu como esse bom dia me prendeu num feitiço de relembrar nossa história.

Micro crônica de Jonas R Cezar

refeição de hoje ↓

01:00 • iogurte (não era integral) com granola

13:20 • um cacho pequeno de uva

15:30 • uma banana e uma palha italiana (essa porra deve ter muitas calorias)

19:40 • um pedaço pequeno de melancia, dois sanduíches de bisnagas, que são bem pequenos (alface tomate e queijo) comi o tomate quase intero, catchup (descobri que o sachê só tem 6ckals) e um pedaço pequeno de bolo de laranja.

22:30 • comi uma fatia e meia de pizza de chocolate e um copo de coca cola (EU ME ODEIO PRA CARALHO!).

Vou anotar tudo que eu comer hoje, mesmo que eu me desvie (espero que não), vou anotar aqui.

ﾟ｡ʚ 🍒 ɞ ｡ﾟ ✧ .

To kick start an awesome month!

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