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broadwaytheanimatedseries · 6 months

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Okay but hear me out!

Dead On Main Revolutionary Ghost Utena AU:

Canonically, Jason focuses his rage to summon the All Blade

Ghost Prince Danny would have the Ring of Rage, but not the Crown of Fire yet

I hypothesize to you that the two are connected, and not only that, but that wearing the ring allows one to draw the All Blade out of the other. Like, literally.

Because of this, summoning the All Blade of their own accord is the mark of a ghost powerful enough to be the ghost king's betrothed, and whatever other ghosts were in the running are pushed back in line as the All Blade wielder is now at the front.

It is part of ancient ceremony that predates Pariah as Ghost King and dates all the way back to the first Royal of the infinite realms, King Lazarus.

The connection itself is no more than a pull towards each other, a fascination at most to make an easier base to build a genuine and in this case, human connection.

To become actually engaged Jason would have to willingly appear before the Ghost Prince and allow him to draw the All Blade out of him, something he is not very excited for and might actually have other lasting impact besides the engagement.

Y'see Jason isn't a halfa the way Danny is, he came back twice in a short amount of time between those two instances, and while the second time was Lazarus induced, no one really knows how he woke up in his grave and broke himself out. There are theories but Clockwork was watching and even he doesn't seem to know for sure, so it's really anyone's guess.

So what the engagement ceremony could do, potentially, is either solidify his halfa status by sheer amount of ectoplasm transfered by the act, or alternatively it could just kill him on the spot and then he'd probably become a full ghost.

Now, neither of these sound great to Jason, but he also doesn't like that a bunch of ghosts have been trying to fight him for their Prince's hand in marriage, something they can only do while the Prince is still not engaged to anyone.

Meanwhile, Danny doesn't appreciate that as soon as he came of age all these marriage proposals started being thrown at him, he's known some of these ghosts since he was a teenager so that's really weird for one, and he gets that most of them are just trying to secure their happiness and not to mention their future safety as the mortal world seems to be moving on with the anti ecto act, which had lead many a specter to retreat back to the realms, causing a lot of unrest as the realms become more crowded and politically tense between factions who have not needed to interact for a while now.

It would seem the Amity portal and even Danny fighting the ghosts and sending them back through it was the break many of the realms' denizens desperately needed, but now with that option no longer being safe, as even their king can't protect them from the GIW when they're gaining so much support from governments across the world, tensions are running high in the realms and it seems that it's every ghost for themselves.

Danny doesn't really resent any of the ghosts for doing what they feel they must to make sure they aren't destroyed in what is shaping out to be a realms wide war at this point, even as he works overtime with his council to prevent that from happening, and he understands they obviously don't expect any actual marital kind of relationship from him, which is at least a little reassuring even if the idea of being married to any of them is still very weird, but he can't help but think there could be a better solution here that he's missing.

And then he feels it, a pull telling him he's overlooked something, someone important.

It's like a fire engulfing his ice core but not burning it somehow, just as it does not cool the fire around it.

Two opposite forces meant to cancel each other out, somehow instead keeping perfect equilibrium with one another.

He talks to Frostbite and Clockwork and finds out what that pull is and takes their advice to follow it.

Jason doesn't realize he just altered the source of all his recent problems to his location as he draws the All Blade to fend off yet another "challenger to the Prince's hand" whatever the hell that means, as finally one of them was dumb enough to try to use actual magic against him.

However, he soon feels the answering pull back from Danny as the latter decides to use the power in his ring to open the portal, feeling that this candidate should at least know he's coming to talk to him.

It's almost the opposite, he feels the fire of the pit madness flaring a bit, but instead of immediately trying to spread, to threaten to consume him unless he tempers it himself, it is still burning just as strong and wild, but kept in one place by an icy chill, an aura of cold, clear fury and calm in equal measure, it doesn't thaw from the fire anymore than his fire dies from the lack of heat around it.

They sustain each other, impossibly.

So Jason and Danny finally meet and give each other the rundown of their side of things and agree that maybe the best bet to not only stop ghosts from attacking Jason and proposing to Danny, but perhaps the key to overthrowing the GIW so the realms' denizens don't have to afterlive in fear and portals can be reinstated to allow travel through the realms and back, not to mention keeping the GIW from going after Jason himself who by their definition is certainly considered an ecto entity, is in fact to go through with the Ring and Blade ceremony.

Jason, at this point, is more of Earth than Danny, who has unfortunately had to step back from his normal mortal life when he turned 18 to take care of realms business, despite still only being Prince.

He was meant to have more time but with the GIW advancing like they had been it was in the realms' best interest as well as his own that he decree the realms going no contact with humans for the foreseeable future.

It's been nearly 3 years since then and they are still getting ghosts back from parts of the world who have been avoiding humans as much as they can.

As soon as he turned 21 all this ghost marriage nonsense has has been making his job of protecting the ghosts in all the realms a lot more difficult, so when ghosts realized he didn't want to be challenged every day for his hand, they went to the next best thing, the top candidate.

Now, Phantom was saying that he's gonna marry the guy they've all been trying to defeat (and failing, to his credit, so at least he was worthy of being top pick)

A lot of them were upset or disappointed, but he explained how this arrangement could potentially help out everyone in the long run and most got on board when they heard the new plan.

Now the only problem is that getting engaged, as mentioned previously, is a ceremony that could prove dangerous to Jason and "not to be insensitive about it, but if you die and become a ghost that sorta defeats one of the main purposes of us even doing this." Danny points out.

"So what's our plan, Your Majesty?" "It's Royal Highness, I'm not king yet, thank the ancients for that." "Yeah yeah, so what are we doing, Your Royal Whinyness?" "Rude. Anyway, there's a chance you might become a full halfa during the process, that means getting a second form and a fully developed core and powers besides the All Blade, which would be better than you dying. So the best way to ensure that outcome, as much as any outcome can be guaranteed anyway, is to start the process of making you a halfa before the ceremony."

"Okay? How do we do that?" "Well, we gotta get some ecto in you - " "aren't you made of that? This better not be a pickup line" "no, not like that! I told you, this marriage doesn't have to be anything more than a contract, I'm about as thrilled about having to get married to save my people as you are about doing this to stop ghost from kicking your ass on a weekly basis." "Excuse me? I won all those fights!" "Yeah, after getting tossed into brick walls 5 times per ghost" "not every ghost tossed me into walls. Box Bitch did throw crates at me tho, that hurt." "Holyshit, Boxy is not messing around anymore huh? Well, makes sense, he's a father now. He doesn't wanna raise his little girl in these conditions. Still glad he lost, but I'm surprised Lunch Lady even agreed to him trying."

So they start Jason on his ecto diet and in the meantime the batfam is brought up to date about everything that's happening and they get to work, Batman gathers the JL to push back on the GIW's fuckery and all of Jason's siblings have an engagement party and a bachelor bash to plan. The girls decide to plan a Bachelorette party for Danny because he deserves to have a break as well.

Jason hates his stupid family, but Danny seems happy to be part of one again after so long, so he sucks it up and plays along.

It's possible that maybe while preparing and planning and helping each other and working together, Jason has gotten to know and developed a fondness for Danny.

Okay so maybe he's a sappy fuck who fell head over heels in love with him in the span of like a month, but this is still just a contract to Danny, and Jason isn't going to push for or expect anything more. Danny doesn't need that kind of stress in his life rn.

Danny has been freaking out since he met his soon to be husband because holyshit that's Red Hood, that is THE Red Hood! No wonder he passed the trial of the All Blade, and the way that fire burned around Danny's core, a fire he now recognized as the warmth answering from Jason's own, made him realize that this is way more than just a contract to him. Still, he'd been part of the realms for a lot longer than Jason ans he was their future king. Jason as part of this contract would be his equal but until the marriage was sealed, he was still technically Jason’s superior. And it didn't feel right to take adventage of that and suddenly change the terms of this deal, to make Jason in any way feel pressured by Danny's own feelings. No, this was just a contract, like Jason wanted it to be. He would keep that promise to him.

Jazz and Babs get together to help their idiot baby brothers figure out their unrequited love is actually very much mutual pining and they're just being stupid.

Anyway the marriage ceremony is a different ritual from the engagement ceremony, the All Blade wielder summons it and presents it to the wearer of the ring, who sheaths it back into the summoner's core, symbolizing that they both have power over the Blade but it belongs to its wielder, and even the king himself may not keep it without permission. The Blade as a manifestation of Jason's will.

(And as a bonus, we know Jason is a literary nerd so he recognizes and appreciates the romance novel tropes happening to him, especially in the high king's court, but he is not a weeb. So I don't think he'd recognize the Utena references happening to him. But you know who I think would? You know who is a weeb who loves swords and is soooo jealous of Todd and his husband right now? It's Damian. Damian's fucking seething that he doesn't get a magic sword. He's so pissed and it's very funny.)

#dee's aus #dee writes #dc x dp #dead on main #ghost king danny #ghost bride Jason #rgu inspired au #mostly just the imagery #very loosley based on Prince Utena and Rose Bride Anthy #this was supposed to be just a silly goofy haha idea but now its got so much lore

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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“four times” | simon “ghost” riley [m]

masterlist.

⋆ pairing: simon “ghost” riley [cod: mwII] x f!reader

⋆ summary: four times you think about how simon ghost riley will fuck you and one time he actually does.

⋆ wc: 6.7k

⋆ warnings&tags: nsfw, explicit language, flirting, daydreaming/dreaming, mentions of fantasy & kinks, rough!ghost who becomes soft for some time in odd circumstances, f!reader, kissing, licking, biting, oral > f receiving, cums, cursing, superior!ghost, touching, putting one's head down, dirty talk, pet names such as doll, handcuffing, safe word, reader is kind of like a brat, sinsful/unholy things, mentions of love, fluff, a little emotional, jealousy, events happens in a safe zone like a dom. remind me if I missed something. enjoy!

it was not the first time you imagined about it but it was certainly the one you went further 'till it made you stood where you were, looking at the lieutenant's face shamelessly without your control and keeping dreaming about how he would fuck you.

you couldn't tell what made you think such a thing since he was your superior who you should look at a co-worker but it all changed when you joined to the team and got closer with each one of them, especially with ghost who you has spent so much nights in the field now.

in these nights, you shared so many things, mostly you but ghost became more comfortable around you enough to let you tease him. it was a great development for your relationship. he wasn't like soap at all and for you, no men could be like him. mystery he had alongside his own persona was pulling you to him dangerously.

maybe, that was the reason why you felt this way about him; wanting him to ruin you from head to toe.

so, it wasn't a surprising thing when you sat down on the couch, watching ghost and soap organizing and planning how to enter the building secretly.

comparing to others, his body was massive and it began with it.

your mind studied how he could easily carry you. he could move your without any effort onto a higher level and he even could hold you by your ass, raising your body up, caging it between his massive body and a wall, hugging you from the waist and ass.

with the stamina he had on field, he clearly could go for some rounds like that, not putting you down while fucking you like that. you imagined how he would make you undress before fucking you from head to toe but keeping all of his suit on which would make you feel the fabric of his clothes on your skin.

he definitely would talk dirty, explicitly. he had no shame in that situations as you guessed.

as you kept dreaming him fucking you from behind while holding you up only leaving your tips touching the ground as your head hit the wall rapidly. all naked, sweat all over and screaming his name again and agai -

"y/n?" a deep voice you loved to hear said, taking you from your nasty dreams into reality with a blushed face. "are you okay?"

you nodded to your lieutenant. "sorry, sir," you said. "I was thinking about something. what were you saying?"

his eyes that was only visible thing from masked covered face kept looking at you, so, it was soap who answered your question, pointing out the map of the building. "can you stay in here for the mission?"

looking at ghost one last time, you turned to soap and began to talk about the mission while you continued to feel ghost's heavy eyes on you from time to time.

second time was when you were standing on the building with ghost beside you, lying down on the ground on your stomachs, adjusting the snipers in front of you.

lieutenant was looking directly at the high building while you were looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

he had a good physics - a good built body thanks to exercises he was doing all the time. so, while he was lying like this, you could see strong muscles on his back that were visible than before. his arms were covered in black fabric, pointing out his muscular arms under the fabric. you wanted to touch them because your palms aching to feel his muscles under your skin, caressing them slowly while he took all you give him.

while looking at his body, your naughty side took control once again, making you have unholy thoughts about the way his arms could hold your thighs in place while he is standing on his knees right in front of you, his masked curled up only leaving his lips in display to your eyes and some wetness on his lips which you saw twice thanks to having same lunch time. wetness coming out of your bared pussy in front of his face, eating you alive while you hold his shoulders and arms on your thighs that are exposed because of the shortness of night dress you were wearing.

having him between your thighs, seeing him licking, biting and eating your pussy as you only leave moans of his name and how good he is making you was a dream in your head in that moment when a hand waved towards your direction – a hand of no one’s but ghost whose eyes filled with concern and confused looking.

“what are you thinking?” he asked, angry a little bit and you knew damn well why he was angry; the mission was about to start and you were dozing off, giving you danger and ghost probably began to think whether you were ready for the mission or not.

but you took a defensive and determined manner, shaking your head with your hands in sync. “I just got an idea is all, don’t worry, sir, I am ready for the mission.”

his eyes traveled from your face to your lower parts and to your face again and making you flush more in redness. “how copy?” he asked, bossy as ever, deepness in his voice.

“positive, sir.”

“good.” he said, nodding, believing you. “don’t make me carry you from the field, y/n. it is the last thing I want to.”

“don’t you worry, simon.” you smiled, feeling closer thanks to him calling you with your name so intensely. “I am good at this.”

third time came sooner than you expected it to be.

the mission was done perfectly, no blood dropped, no one got harmed, the information they had got back from them secretly, not alerting anyone in the building while you and soap stayed in the field and ghost on the rooftop, giving you information and calmness through the mission, especially to you.

after it was done, the team took different cars to go back into the place you were staying at. you were the one who left behind with just one car because you decided to wait for ghost to reach you, leaving the rooftop. it was a habit you had after a dangerous mission you and ghost had in previous times. it began to be more natural each time and no one questioned it, not even you and simon, it was an unspoken and calming gesture you both shared.

while keeping silence, you enter the back of black truck. you took the chair in front of simon because there were no one in the truck expect you to and you believed it would be strange to sit beside him when there were all empty spaces. this was the first mistake you did.

you realized it when simon put down his sniper on the ground when car began to move, driver staying behind the closed black mirror, not giving any sight of you two to him. then, simon put his head to the surface of truck, looking at you with his dark colored eyes – they looked darker than before because of gloomy white lights of the car. they looked at you so intensely that you moved in awkwardness, but not breaking eye contact but it was hard to keep, especially when he opened his legs wider, manspreading, showing off his powerful thighs seamlessly enough to make your face turn into a redness.

he looked damn well with the way he was sitting that your knees began to weaken, ready to shake any moment.

it was so hard not to imagine how could you easily stay on your knees, between his thick thighs, all of his armor on, only half of his face smirking down at you while you took his exposed cock deep inside your mouth, beginning for more and more for him to fuck it roughly, his hands on your hair, caressing gently and roughly at the same time to mess with your already dumb head.

you could guess you would hold his thighs with a strong grip, not wanting to fall onto the ground because of shaking legs he would give to you.

“y/n,” simon said, sounding half ghost who is your lieutenant and half simon who is your friend or crush if you would be honest to yourself. when you looked up to his face, you realized how you were staring at his thighs and well, that particular thing covered but a little visible to eyes. you knew damn well that he caught your staring and the heat raised inside you while you waited him to continue. but he said something you didn’t expect, “you did so well in the field.” he smirked, and you could tell that without even seeing his lips.

“good girl.”

it was the fourth time in which you actually took an action while dreaming about it because there was a free time to do whatever you want to do and it was right after the exercise day you shared with ghost and soap together to have fun and useless moment.

flashback

it was an idea coming out from soap, suggesting to share exercise hours while playing a game; the winner in each exercise would ask a question to others – the questions that could be anything including explicit ones to add some spicy to the game as soap said while smiling. thanks to the times you three spent, you knew very well what kinds of question he would ask.

it sounded fun and you nodded, and simon too who you tried not to look at for long times since he was wearing a black t-shirt, leaving his arms exposed and upper body covered with the skinny fabric of it. also he had black cargo pants on. he looked breath taking and you wanted to remove his mask and see his face.

then, it all began; first winner of exercise was soap thanks to the energy he had which would fade away slowly as you guessed. he had no shame and that’s why, he asked a very expected question; which position you like the most.

you rolled your eyes, punching him on the shoulder, “what an unexpected question you asked soap.” however, your calm manner changed when a deep voice came from your behind.

“can’t choose.”

he was standing right behind you as his bigger body swallowed yours. looking back to his face, covered with mask, you blushed. and when he looked down at you with dark colored eyes of his you loved to look at, you turned to soap suddenly who was smirking at simon’s answer.

“how about you, y/n?” soap asked, giving time for you to be comfortable to answer. he added when you stayed silent. “it’s just a game. don’t worry, little one.”

you tried to look confident and while simon’s piercing eyes were opening holes in your back, you shrugged, “classic ones, I guess.”

“classic ones?” soap chuckled, caressing your hair with a friendly manner, “I expected you to have – well, more colorful things than that.”

rolling your eyes, you tried to joke to calm the air down since all you could think simon’s presence and answer – can’t choose, was the thing he said, so, he loved every position. you wondered how many positions he experienced with others and that made your blood boil without your control.

with raising heat and anger on your body, you said to them, feeling sick, “enough with the game. I want to take a shower. you two go on.”

as you made your way you could feel the gazes simon gave to you; confused ones while soap shouted childishly, “but it just started!”

and here you were, sitting on your bed after a fresh shower which helped you to calm down and getting away with the ideas of simon with someone else. jealousy and anger were the things you shouldn’t have since you were being just a brat who had a crush on him. that was all. nothing more.

but when you remembered his answer, your brain began to act on its own; thinking every position simon would fuck you with.

and when it stopped on your favorite on, the doggystyle, not the one you told to soap, your mind blew up, making your hands work on your clit that saught attention.

it was all dizzy now; you lying down on the bed, one of your hands on your breast while the other one playing with your folds, heavy and pitched breaths coming out of your parted mouth, your white night dress on your body, exposing your breasts alongside with your pussy and thighs.

it was passing midnight and no one were in your floor; soap and simon went outside as soap informed you, captain price and gaz were visiting some important individuals who were friends of captain, so, you were all alone – all alone to do what you wanted to for such a long time; thinking about the lieutenant – his hands, thighs, arms, massive body entirely and especially his cock while having your own pleasure with quilt because he was your superior, boss even, and on the other hand, he was your friend. if only he knew you were lying down on the bed and began to moan his name lowly but since there wasn’t any sound in the floor, it sounded so high for your ears.

when you were about to reach climax, the door knocked, taking you away from your naughty dreams.

with a dizzy mind and annoyed because of not reaching your climax, ache on the stomach, you got up, not minding putting something on to your messy night dress, you just stood behind the door, opening the lock, then the door only to see the mask of ghost, standing with all his glory behind the door with a black hoodie and light blue jeans on. he looked attractive and hot as always. you didn’t know how you could fall for someone without seeing his face but it was the power of simon. you fell for the man for only him, not for his face or position – only for him.

“s-simon?” you asked in surprise because he was the last one you expected to stay behind your door in such hour, especially since he was out with soap doing god knows what.

without saying anything, he just nodded towards the room, asking for a permission to enter.

giving him space to enter the room, you realized which dress you were wearing but it was all too late and simon’s eyes were already on your body, looking at it from corner of his eyes even though you could feel its burning effect, making your cheeks burn and remember what you were doing before he knocked the door.

cursing inside your head, you put your arms around your body with a calm movement, like you weren’t minding being like this in front of your crush – who you were having unholy thoughts recently, you asked, “is there something important, sir? I thought you and soap were outside for fun.”

“yeah?” simon asked in a low tone, making you shiver thanks to deepness of his sound – sounding more than ghost on the field than simon but there was also hints of simon still. “it wasn’t fun.” he added, slowly approaching you, putting a hand on the door, right beside your head, making your back touch door’s surface due to sudden closeness. he caged your body between his and the door. it was hard to breath normally.

“s-sir?”

“I was simon for a second there and now, I am the ‘sir’?” was he doing this on purpose? – the deepness and lustful his sound was making, eyes behind the mask that were only visible thing on his face and closeness. it was different than before.

“would you like me to call you with your name, sir?” you asked, shy as ever but trying to show confidence.

“no,” he shrugged, slowly, looking at your lips for a second for enough for you to catch it and become breathless. “call me whatever you like.”

you tried to chuckle, getting out of his hold, walking toward your bed without looking him back. “is this a joke that soap suggested?” you smiled again, a nervous one because what he was trying to do now was bad news to you; he was giving you a power he shouldn’t – power of being so fucking close to him. “it is not funny.”

you sat down on the bed, arms on your chest still, but the skirt of dress raised up, showing your little exposed thighs to him which you didn’t mind since the topic was different than simply your dress.

ghost leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, making them getting tight through the fabric of hoodie. he also crossed his legs, looking so tall, giving you a sense of being weaker and smaller than him but this only made your stomach twist in excitement. the whole air was heavy and filled with lust.

“am I looking dumb to you?” he asked, sounding calm even though the question was – odd.

“huh?” you asked, confused. “no, sir, of course not.”

“then why you are acting like I am?” he didn’t wait for you to reply, instead, he got straighten and started walking towards you. you held your breaths ‘till he stood right in front of you, making you look up to see his face, then, he put his two hands on the bed, caging you in here too.

his nose were touching yours from time to time. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt hot, dizzy and excited.

“thinking I would not notice that gazes you gave me, hm, is that the deal, y/n?” he asked, “I can see though your skull, I can smell raising heat coming from it. standing there, dreaming about me.” his right hand found your left cheek, caressing it slowly, “tell me, doll, how many night you thought about me while touching yourself – like this one.” his mouth reached your ear and you could feel his warm breaths even through the mask, “how many times you moaned my name?”

your mind wasn’t there, no, it was all gone but still, you tried to protest, “s-sir, you are mistaking, I –“

“mistaking? oh,” he straightened up, his massive posture shining with the moon’s dim lights coming from windows. “then, I heard wrong it, maybe, you tried to moan another man’s name, is that it?”

you waved your hands on defense, “no, no!” everything was complex and you knew it was to tell truth in this situation in order to not make it more complex than it already was, so, taking a few deep breaths, you looked at his eyes once again, feeling weak on the knees due to his power, and saying, “it was your name I moaned, sir.”

he tilted his head to left a little, hand on your chin, caressing it gently contrary to the strength he held. “good girl,” he said, making you close your eyes – being called good girl by him was magnificent, and when he continued, it became more than it, “my good girl.” his other hand moved, lifting half of his mask, showing his smirking lips that turned into a straight line. he knelt down, closing the gap between you face and his, nose touching to each other. “don’t lie to me again. will you do it? will you be my good girl like always?”

you nodded, “I will!” you tried to calm down when he smirked again, knowing his dominance on you and proud of it. “I will, sir.”

“then, tell me,” oh he was being such a tease now with the way he was talking – low, deep, full of poison that could be death of you. “what you were moaning for?”

it took some certain seconds for you to answer his explicit question directed right into your face, wanting to get answers of what you were dreaming about him before he came. god knows how great hearing ability he had, catching you calling his name behind the walls. you could swear he stood there for a second to hear your pathetic moans, trying to give yourself pleasure. gulping, you looked half-giant man before you, losing your mind just with it. what it would do to you when you saw him naked? you wished inside, you begged even, to see him naked tonight, on your bed.

“for you, sir.” you gulped again. the room’s temperature was high – so high, like your mind and it wasn’t from a drug, no, it was because of him – simon fucking riley. he was one of his kind, for sure, and you could taste it tonight, maybe just once which made you sad for a moment before seeing him smirking to the answer, waiting for you to continue, giving him something would make him ruin you in the moment. “for your cock.”

“atta girl.” his fingers found the thin strap of your night dress, clinging it. his eyes found yours for a while, getting your approval even if he could see the way you closed your legs together to feel something to calm down your lustful pussy, hardened nipples visible through the dress and heavy – audible breathes. ghost was a beast but simon had the heart of a gentleman. knowing this, you nodded, giving him power over you he sought.

he gave you his hand, you held it, feeling roughness of it that tickles your skin in a funny way, heartwarming even. getting up, you waited for him to remove the dress from your body, letting it collapse into the ground, leaving you naked all over, causing you to have redness from cheeks to knees from here to there.

it was a fantasy for you, one of them really, being naked while he kept all his clothes on, fucking you like that but tonight, you wanted to see him too because it was the first time. you wanted it to be unforgettable forever.

when his eyes and his fingers moved in unison, traveling on your body that began with your face. as his fingers made his ways to your waist, he held it for both of his hands in a second, pulling you into him ‘till your exposed tits hit his chest. you screamed lowly at the sudden action, putting both hands on his shoulders to balance your stance. he didn’t smirk but you could swear he was enjoying this so fucking much from how his hands began to move from your waist to your ass, grapping them and giving gentle squeezes. he knelt down, nose touching nose, “I will give you some times to do whatever you want to do with me,” he put your hair to your ear with his left hand, “then, I will have you with my way.”

you smirked, getting comfortable each second, gaining your confidence back. “is this a deal, sir?”

“no, pretty, it’s a warning because when I begin to have you with my way, you would not be able to even think what you wanted in the first place,” he smirked a little, “you will be too cock dumb even to think.”

looking at his eyes carefully for the last time, you nodded, a smile of victory appeared on your face. “I trust you, lt. make me a dumb for your cock as if I've never been.” the moment you finished your sentence, a light exploded inside, and after a second, you were all over him, kissing his lips as your hands on his shoulders tightened in order to gain strength to keep still because his lips were your weakness from now on.

kissing him with the way you wanted the most, your heart reached its own euphoria, encouraging you to move closer – taking actions. so, your hands traveled on his neck, causing him bend more. he opened his mouth wider at the action, letting your tongue clash with his, reaching the taste of it – taste of him.

moaning, you held his hoodie, leaving his lips to remove it. being an obedient man, he let you remove it without saying anything, only looking at your face with his messy and red lips because of the roughness of the kiss you shared.

it was the first time you saw his upper body exposed, showing off his biceps and well built body with a proud looking on his half covered face when he saw the way you literally moaned with the half naked sight of him. “s-simon.” you tried to say, more like another moan of his name when his lips found yours once again, taking back the breath your lungs asked for.

he wasn’t that rough but you knew his kiss would leave puffiness on your lips.

finding you waist again, he made you jump into his arms, holding your body like it was the last thing for him to hold life on his hands. his touches felt both lovely and intense, blurring your mind, wanting to be fucked by him soon enough.

letting your back reach onto the bed gently and slowly while his mouth found your neck, you felt the heat radiating from his chest into yours and you couldn’t help but say, “I didn’t know my time was this limited.” when he began to put permanent licks and kisses on your neck, a hand on one of the breasts as the other one traveled on your thigh. when you remarked his eagerness by saying, “couldn’t wait any longer, huh? I didn’t know you were so into me like I was for you, sir.” he smirked for a second before giving you a rough bite, making your body jump in sudden pain that began to feel like a pleasure thanks to his added kisses. you knew you was right and that knowledge added more confidence and happiness to you.

as your hand found his nape hair, coming out from the way his mask stayed, you held them tightly when his fingers positioned on your pussy’s enter.

“s-simon!” you said, “please, please, please.” and it took him just put his fingers on the folds of your pussy to make you start to beg for his cock – inside you.

“you sounded so confident now. where is that confidence go?”

you shook your hands in negative way, holding his hair still, waiting for him to stop playing with your folds and enter. “I just want it! please, please –“

“want what?” he teased but he didn’t wait for you to reply, instead, he entered his fingers into you, two of them as his kisses, licks and bites moved from your neck to breasts – taking his time on there while fucking you with his long and thick fingers, earning low moans from you. he moved to your abdomen, then to your pussy ‘till he reach right into your entrance.

his tongue joined his fingers, eating your pussy, adding third finger, going in and out rapildy, leaving you no choice but close your thighs together to take more pleasure of him because seeing his head between your thighs, pink tongue on the pussy, eyes on your face – challenging you to keep looking at him – at how good his tongue working on your clit. “s-simon!” you moaned again, earning a smack to your ass.

“stay still if you want to cum,” his hands opened your thighs wider, giving him a good view of your messy pussy. he added, “c’mon, be a good girl for me and don’t try to hold it back,” your stomach twisted in pleasure, reaching your climax soon enough. simon said, “cum.” to give permission to you before his tongue reached the deepest it could go when his three fingers entered you deep and rough, you moaned loudly, letting your cum hit his mouth and fingers.

simon didn’t stop at his actions of tongue ‘till he drunk all juicy you made with that hard cum thanks to him.

“s-simon –“ you said again. his name was the only thing your mind could make sense of. “please. need you – need your cock!”

“what a greedy girl you are, still wanting my cock even though you cum so much on my mouth.” he positioned himself on top of you, two hands caged your head between them as he left a little of his weight into yours. your legs opened on their own, hugging his belt, pushing him down to feel his hardened cock on your exposed pussy to seek friction. he chuckled deeply at your weak trying and you waited for a while in order to comprehend the way he chuckled so beautifully – he was so beautiful, not from this world, you believed – he was something else, different than any human and he was all yours now. you wished this magic would never end.

“since I couldn’t wait for your time, I will give you a choice.”

saying hmm in response, you closed your eyes and opened them to gain function of your brain back while simon watched you with sparkles on his darkened eyes. his hot breaths were hitting your face and that was the warmest thing you felt. “what choice?”

“choice of position.” he said, kissing your cheeks and chin, giving you explosions – good ones like fireworks on the night sky, “you didn’t say which position you liked most to soap. say to me, wanna hear it.”

you decided to tell the truth, so, you held his face with both of your palms, putting an innocent kiss to his nose like you weren’t all naked under him, took his fingers and tongue just now, “actually, I don’t care about the position anymore,” you shrugged, “with you, every each of them will be the best.”

that made him tilting his head to left, “you didn’t get my cock but you still believe it will be best.”

you chuckled, “why shouldn’t I? perhaps, it isn’t good, hm?” you challenged him.

he put the last gentle kiss on your lips. then, he left your body, standing on your knees as his hands stopped on his belt, removing it slowly enough to give you another twist on the stomach at the sight of him; half-covered mask on, pink and wet lips because of only you, exposed chest with full of biceps and well built muscles, veins visible on fingers and arms, and thick thighs covered with clothes but soon, would be left as naked as his chest.

“I should make you regret for saying that but tonight, I will take easy on you my pretty girl,” he removed his belt, holding it with one hand, unzipping his pants, taking it off from his body within his black boxers. in addition to his speech – him saying how you were his pretty girl, how he could punish you but choose not to for tonight, your mouth opened wider when you saw his hardened cock, finally free, standing with all its glory right in front of you. it was long and thick – greater than you could imagine in those naughty dreams of you.

he knelt down again after giving you a time to acknowledge his cock, aching to enter you all way in. you looked at his eyes, full of danger and lust that pointing out his further actions, “so, enjoy it while you can because I will never be this merciful again.”

wait, he was saying that this would go on – that this wasn’t just one night thing? – you thought to yourself in pure disbelief but it all gone when he spun your body, making your face touch the surface of the bed’s sheets. feeling his chest on your back, you growled – his weight on you only made you eager than before and when his hands found yours, you felt cold sense of his belt. he was handcuffing you with his goddamn belt he took off and you only stayed still, a great idea of comiting a sin with simon looked thrilling and you didn’t move even when he checked out whether you could move your hands or not.

yes, you imagined him fucking you but this – this was beyond it. he was breaking all the norms you expected him to have and you couldn’t deny the feelings he gave to you – both sinfully coming right out of hell and fireworks made from the expression of beauty and innocence from a clear sky.

“y/n,” simon said, for time calling you with your name after you started making out. it felt closer than ever this time, so, you looked at his face with pure love, seeing him getting softer. “do you need a safe word? we can make one if you –“

“no,” you said, calm to give him guarantee, “with you, I don’t need one, simon.”

with your reply, his soft and thoughtful side seemed to give its place to the one whose intentions were to fuck you hard. you realized you loved both of them because they were all simon – your simon.

maybe it was wrong to call him as yours but when his hand found your neck, positioning your head into the sheets as his other hand found your thighs after lifting your ass higher, opening them wide open with the helps of his knees, it felt so right – you were his before even knowing and from now on, you had no complain being called as his as well as him being called yours.

you moaned when his cock’s tip positioned on your entrance, giving you a second to breath in and out. then, his cock entered inside with a rough thrust, making your body bounce because of the impact. your head nearly hit the headboard, moaning loudly some mindless things like begs, praising, and so on.

it felt so good – so right; the way his hand traveled on your waist, positioning you in one piece in order to make it stay still, not bouncing each time he trusted deeply and roughly. he indeed had a good strength and stamina within a great speed, you realized it now more than before.

as his thrusts made their way right into your walls, your moans were so loud that if someone just walk pass by your door, they could easily hear you moaning and screaming your lieutenant’s name shamelessly, as if it was the one thing you knew, maybe it was.

“s-simon –“ you tried to say with a messy mind, “if someone comes, they will – “ you took heavy breaths, his balls hitting you, his weight on yours hard to endure, “they will hear us!”

simon’s grip on your waist tightened, probably leaving marks that would last for a few days but he didn’t seemed as he mind it at all while he kept fucking you hard, giving your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

his cock were reaching your stomach and you knew you could see it if you looked at your abdomen. his hot breathes joined your moans and when he hugged your abdomen and breasts with two of his hands, making your back hit his chest. this new position made his cock reach deep down of your pussy, giving you painful but pleasure thrusts. from the tips of your fingers that were handcuffed, you felt his tightened biceps. giving them little touches, you heard simon curse under his breath.

reaching to your ear, he said, “scream my name more. if anyone pass by this door, I want them to hear whose cock you are taking and how it made you a cock dumb.” his thrusts became messy but their deepness were still there due to the new position. “maybe I should fuck you in shared office even. that would definitely make them hear your filthy moans. want that?”

he bit your neck, leaving your body onto the sheets once again, holding your thighs as he stayed without moving, only his hands. he was literally using your body like a lightweight toy. he was just moving your body back and forth without any movement, fucking you like this, proving the power he held because it was hard to move your body rapidly and roughly just to fuck you and he was doing it as it meant nothing to him.

you felt like a doll under his touch with the way he began to fuck you but it only made you reach another climax in an instant, being his doll – his slut he used for his cock in bed came wonderful to your ears.

“would my pretty girl like it? showing how she belongs to me who begs for my cock – who dreams of it every fucking night ‘till she gains it.”

“yes, yes, yes!” you screamed, “please, simon! let me cum, please, please, please –“

there wasn’t any sound including your own. it was only him. therefore, when his deep voice finally said, “cum. cum to my cock.” you cum undone in a second, letting your juicy pouring to his cock and onto the sheets from there.

you cum too high and hard but you had courage to say, “simon,” to him one last time before nearly fainting, “cum inside. I want you – I need you to cum inside.”

he lost balance of his thrusts that were going in and out softer now, and when he regained his balance, he only began to fuck you rougher this time, heavy breaths and curses came out of him ‘till he reached his own climax, cumming deep inside, feeding you with his hot seed.

it was better to feel his cum than your own.

putting your forehead into the bed, taking deep breaths to finally reaching what you wished for, you let simon took his cock off of you, letting his seed coming from inside to your folds, thighs and sheets – a beautiful sight to your eyes. he also removed his belt, kissing your chin that were hurting but with his lips, you wanted to be handcuffed more by him if he would keep kissing you like this afterwards.

your body collapsed onto the bed. looking at his still half-hardened cock and juicy on him – both his and yours, you moaned lowly, “simon.”

he put a hand beside your head, other one caressing your hair after pulling them out of your face, he kissed your forehead. “just rest, you need it.”

“I don’t need a rest.” you said, “I need you.”

he looked a bit confused, asking, “you want round two? I didn’t know you were such a greedy for it.”

you chuckled at his tease. “I would want it still even when we do it for a hundredth time, but, no.” your hand found his mask, not pulling it out, just holding it. “I want you, simon – just you.”

he looked surprised for a while, adjusting what you said. you could see how hard he was trying to hide his emotions under the mask but you knew him damn well, realizing it was the thing he wanted as well as you.

he nodded, holding the hand you touched to his mask with, putting a kiss to the fingers. his hands stayed on his mask and you felt an urge to say, “you don’t have to remove it. I will wait for the moment you believe as the right one. just come here,” you showed other half of the bed after leaving him enough space to fit. “and let me kiss you all night. don’t expect me to forget the deal you broke tonight.”

to get his normal self, not the one who was emotional and showing it, he just nodded, smiling little, “you don’t forget a thing, y/n.”

“of course, I don’t! it is about you after all.”

chuckling at your own answer, you watched simon leave his mask as it was; half-covered, lying on the bed, giving you his arm for you to put your head to but you choose his chest.

calming in his arms he hugged you with from the waist, you smiled. “let’s stay for a while. then, we can bathe to clean up.”

he nodded, “together?”

you tried to hide your blushed face with a hit on his chest, “simon!”

he shrugged, a ghost smile on his face as he closed his eyes at the feeling radiating both of you. “definitely together.”

the end.

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superiorsturgeon · 9 months

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Jaune: Guys…I need to tell you something…I think I’m experiencing hallucinations!

RWBYNR: *gathered in concern*

Jaune: …I’m starting to crack up! I’m hearing Pyrrha’s voice when I’m alone!

Ghost Pyrrha: Jaune, for the third or fourth time today, I’m not a hallucination!

Ghost Pyrrha: 😓…I’m sorry, everyone…we’re still working on Jaune’s confidence! Could you help me reassure him that he’s seeing the real thing?

RWBYNR: 😱 *screaming* AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Jaune: Huh, I guess I wasn’t just hearing things! Thanks, guys!

Jaune: *makes out with ghost woman*

RWBYNR: *screaming more* AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #yang xiao long #lie ren #blake belladonna #arkos #jaune x pyrrha #jaune arc x pyrrha nikos #ghost Pyrrha

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ladyelissarose · 7 months

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Pls pls pls it u havnt done this already (if u have LMK) but ghost comforting civilian!reader who is really sick but they are in denial and want to go to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello babes!! No I haven’t done such yet so here you go!!!

Thank you sm for the ask too!! Makes me happy🤗 Let me know what you think…

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“Darliiiing… please stay it’s.. it’s too early-“

Simon Riley’s words slurred a bit as he whined into his pillow, growing upset at the feeling of his hand on the side of your bed, feeling the fading warmth from when you were there minutes ago snuggled up by his side.

“Simon I have a presentation to give at work today for the new employees and I’m already running late because I couldn’t stop trembling in the shower and feeling dizzy- woahhh….”

Simon immediately lifted his head from his squished and hugged pillow (something he wished was you instead under him as he squeezed you impossibly tight and refused to let you go) and he looked at you with wide eyes as he caught you holding onto the wall maintaining your balance, with a hand holding your head as your doe eyes were screwed shut, as if you were in pain. Before you could move you felt a pair of warm steady hands clutch onto your chilling waist and give a light squeeze with soft words,

“Love you ok?”

To his sweet words you desperately wanted to say, ‘No love I feel awful please carry me to bed and hold me until it stops.’

But you had a mean boss that wouldn’t take sick days kindly and pile excruciating triple work to make up for it, something you passionately hated because the hours were sickening and the work was close to slavery.

And plus, Simon had just come back from a long mission and all you wanted to do was take care of him, love on him, cook and do all the things for your hard working man, so.. you reluctantly stood straight and mustered your best smile. “Oh love I’m ok, just got a little dizzy, I think I- oh!”

Soon that warm hand found your forehead followed by Simon gasping lowly,

“Darling you’re burning up! No no, we need to- love!!”

You snatched yourself away from him as you stood up straight again and put your foot down with a supposed authority,

“I’m fine Simon! I promise! I took a hot shower and and- we’ll you know I got to go. Get back in bed and rest, you have a lot of hours to make up for sleep because- we’ll you know-“ Simon huffed out and placed a hand on his hip where his sweats hugged him nicely, and the other pinched his crooked nose while he breathed heavily through it.

Why in the world did he get stuck with such a hard working woman who was just as stubborn as he was? He didn’t know, but he loved you regardless and would do anything in his power to break you, to protect you before something else did and hurt you.

Simon could see it in you, he’s seen it in himself; the tired dark circled eyes, slumped shoulders probably stinging in pain from trying to remain straight, the slight quiver to the lips because your holding all the unsaid words in, and the fiddling fingers attached to shaking arms, aching to be held in a reassuring and loving hold.

“- its for the best for you to rest Si, come on don’t worry about me-“

Simon raised a hand up to signal you to stop rambling as he lastly said,

“Love, don’t fight it- get in my hoodie and in bed now.”

Silence filled the room before a shaky breath was released from your lips followed by a hesitant yet firm,

“No. I need to go to work Simon. I’ll see you later.”

Before Simon could say another word you had already spun on your heel and began to walk towards the door, leaving him a tad upset that you were refusing to take care of yourself. And he didn’t want to push you harshly to the point you cried- caused he hated to see you cry, but he needed to find another way before you left and faced the hard day feeling the way you were.

“Bye Simon- Oh- *bang* OW!!!”

That sounded like you had just fallen- maybe because you had gotten dizzy again but it was worse.

“LOVE?!!”

Simon called out panically as he raced out of his room, to see you at the front door on your knees with your hands flat on the ground, your trembling becoming more visible since you didn’t get up. In an instant Simon was on the ground with you trying to get you to talk since you also refused to look up from the ground.

“Love? Sweetheart are you ok? You probably hurt your knees- look at me.”

He gently grabbed your chin but you held firm, making him sigh when he also felt you trying but failing to stand up. Simon knew you were a tough one but jeez he just wished you’d take a moment and stop- “Love c’mon that’s it-“

“*sniff*.. m’sorry Si, I just don’t feel good.”

Finally, you broke, you soft sniffles breaking Simon’s heart in the process, he hated to see you in pain too.

“Tha’s my good girl.” Simon mumbled such under his breath as his heart dropped with sympathy while he watched your face finally lift up to his. Eyes now puffy and watery as your bottom lip jutted out,

“I jus’ wanted to *sniff*- m’sorry-“

Simon reached down to kiss your now red nose before cooing,

“No no, no apologies. It’s ok, c’mon sweet girl, let me take care of you.”

Under Ghost was the most gentle man named Simon Riley, the man that could be a killing machine on orders but in his freedom he was an angel at heart. Under his spell of love and true devotion to you you crumbled in his arms as he lifted you carefully bridal style.

“i’s alright now- I’ll take care of everything-“

“But my boss-“

“Can kiss my ass if he wants to drag you out of my arms, and then meet my fists for doing such eh?”

A little giggle mixed with a dry cough came out of you but Simon only smiled as he squeezed you tighter.

Soon you were all cocooned in your shared bed after Simon helped you get into his comfortable hoodie and helped you take some medicine- (well he practically had to hold you down between his legs so you could take it) then now you watched him with bright eyes as he walked in slowly with some warm soup.

“Jus’ for you love… oh and you won’t be hearing from your boss for a while-“

Knowing what he was capable of you right away asked with a slight sternness.

“What did you do Simon Riley?”

Raising a brow at your tone Simon chuckled,

“Thought you’d tune that attitude down a notch but to answer you- let’s just say he’s still in tact but well aware of another shape he could have if he didn’t listen.”

“Si-“

Shaking his head at you Simon placed the warm soup on his lap as he settled by your side with a spoonful already in hand,

“Simon says to be sweet and to eat your soup- now open up my love.”

He attentively looked into your eyes which made you blush and smile sheepishly as you listened,

“Thank you Simon.”

Placing the spoon between your lips gently Simon smiled back as he watched you sigh happily at its taste. Then he bopped your nose with his pinky as he replied,

“You’re welcome love.”

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film-soldier · 8 days

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#underfell #hipster fashion #classic hollywood #in a heartbeat #moonbyul #the darkling #kill la kill #mha x reader #ghost bc #a court of thorns and roses #warrior nun #Walker scobell

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dmitriene · 8 months

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excuse me ma'am☝️🤓 i'm a big fan of your work <3

may i please request a domestic fluff ghost fic where they're doing chores together? :3

꒰ hii sweetie! and i'm a fan of yours, and of course, this is such an cute idea, thank you for your request and i hope you'll like it! 🤍 ࿐ ꒱

title — homecoming content — simon ghost riley x gn reader tags — fluff, comfort, domestic established relationship, good amount of romantic intimacy.

please enjoy your reading!

Simon Ghost Riley had many names in his line of work, and each of them represented a different aspect of his life, and besides call signs and code names, there was one name that meant everything to him, a name that whispered warmth and love — yours.

His life was a web of secret missions, blood stains on his hands and a constant shadow of uncertainty, but every time he returned home, he was greeted with the knowledge that you, his beautiful and beloved soulmate, were waiting for him, in the safety of your arms he could give up the image of a ruthless killer and simply become a sincere and loving person.

Late last night Simon returned home, tired from yet another mission, he collapsed on the bed and his bag remained unpacked in the corner of the room, he had a habit of sleeping next to you, holding your sleepy, fragile body close to him, using you as his personal refuge.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, he expected to be awakened by your enthusiastic voice and shining eyes that looked at him as if he were the center of your world, but this time he was greeted by silence.

He blinked awake, brow furrowed in confusion.

Where have you been?

A few moments later, your absence became obvious and he heard the soft hum of the shower running, a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips — he knew exactly where you were, with a chuckle he threw back the covers and rose from the bed, feeling a sense of completion that he only found in your presence.

Simon walked into the bathroom and opened the door with a mischievous glint in his eyes, steam rose up when he noticed you — still half asleep, standing under the warm streams of water, his heart filled with love at the sight of you, your hair combed back and drops of water, glistening on your skin.

— «Good morning, my beautiful distraction» he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, leaving soft kisses as you sighed contentedly.

— «Simon» you moaned, tilting your head to give him better access — «You had to rest»

He chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter resonating through your body — «I can't rest when you're around, my love, you're my cure for all the chaos around»

He reluctantly released you from his embrace, gently pushing — «Come on, finish, we have a whole day ahead of us»

With a loving smile, you nodded and he left you in the shower while you got ready, Simon taking the liberty of unpacking his packed bag, thoughts of the day ahead running through his mind — grocery shopping, household chores and the simple joy of being together.

After you left the bathroom, Simon grabbed you with his strong arms, causing you to chuckle in surprise — «My knight in shining armor» you teased.

— «Always for you» he replied, his eyes sparkling with love, he carried you to the sink and insisted you bathe first, watching you with adoring eyes as you splashed water on your face.

The sun hung lazily in the sky, bathing the quiet suburban area in warm golden light, it was the day that promised rest and togetherness, Simon Ghost Riley stood at the door, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched you collect your list and reusable grocery bags.

— «Ready to tackle the supermarket, love?» Simon asked, his eyes filled with love.

You turned to face him and a smile touched your lips — «Absolutely, Simon, let's do it»

The two of you walked side by side to the car, the pavement was hot under your feet, Simon's hand naturally found its way to the small of your back, his touch gentle but commanding, his fingers slid lightly down your back and you couldn't help but lean into his touch, and this simple gesture made your heart flutter.

As you approached the car, Simon unlocked it with the press of a button and the doors clicked open, holding the passenger door open for you with a gallant smile — «After you»

You slid into the seat, the car's interior greeted you with a familiar scent, Simon settled into the driver's seat, and as he pulled out of the driveway his hand found its way to your thigh, his touch warm and soothing, his fingers making little circles on your skin.

— «So, lovey» Simon began in a quiet voice filled with teasing love — «What's on the menu today? Anything special you're craving?»

You looked at him with a playful glint in your eyes — «Well, someone had just returned from a dangerous mission, so i thought we could celebrate it with your favorite dish»

Simon grinned and the sound was music to your ears — «Ah, my favorite, huh? I'm intrigued, you'll have to keep me on my toes a little longer»

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile — «Consider this as a surprise, my dear»

The trip to the supermarket was filled with casual conversations and laughter, you discussed trivial matters, shared stories of what happened while apart, and occasionally indulged in little touches and stolen glances, Simon's hand remained on your thigh, his comforting presence serving as a constant reminder of his love and affection.

Inside the store the atmosphere had changed, the bustling aisles were filled with the chatter of other shoppers, the smell of freshly baked bread and the colorful displays of fresh produce, you both grabbed the shopping cart, your fingers brushing against each other.

Simon reached for a bag of ripe tomatoes, examining them with a critical eye — «They're perfect for whatever you're planning»

You nodded in agreement, grabbing a head of garlic — «And I'm going to need it for the sauce»

Walking through the store you carefully selected every ingredient for your special dinner, Simon's presence turning even the most mundane tasks into an adventure, his playful teasing continued and he couldn't help but joke about how much he missed you.

As you browsed through the shop, his teasing returned again — «You know, i missed you» he said with a sly grin — «Though i did get to shoot some bad guys»

You rolled your eyes playfully — «I missed you too, even if my day didn't involve any high stakes actions»

As the cart filled with groceries, you couldn't help but steal glances at each other, your eyes talking of love and longing, a simple shopping trip together becoming a cherished ritual, a reminder of the normalcy and happiness you brought to each other's lives.

Finally, the cart was filled with ingredients, including a few items that you took just for the two of you to enjoy, Simon guided the cart towards the checkout and the cashier greeted you both with a warm smile, Simon paid for the groceries with a wink, and you couldn't help but blush at his charm.

After loading up with your bags you headed back to the car, Simon skillfully stowed the groceries in the trunk, his movements efficient and confident, once everything was secure he turned to you with a smile.

— «Home, sweet home» he said, and his voice was full of anticipation.

A feeling of comfort washed over you as you pulled into your driveway and stepped into the warm cocoon of your home, Simon wasted no time and with a playful smile he scooped you into his arms, making you giggle in delight.

— «Simon!» you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grinned at you, his eyes were full of love — «I missed your hugs, lovey»

Carefully placing you down on the floor, you headed straight to the kitchen, eager to begin preparing the long awaited dinner, Simon followed behind you, his eyes never leaving you as you gracefully moved around the kitchen, collecting ingredients and utensils.

As you worked side by side, the playful atmosphere continued, Simon couldn't resist sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to your neck in a sweet, lingering kiss, your laughter filling the room and you leaned into his hugging, enjoying the feeling of his body next to yours.

— «Simon, you're going to distract me from cooking» you teased, but there was no real protest in your voice.

He gently buried his nose in your neck — «That's the idea, my love, i missed you so much»

With a sigh of contentment you turned in his arms, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, it was a moment of pure bliss, a reminder of the deep love and connection you shared.

You eventually broke the kiss, your cheeks flushed with desire — «Okay, let's finish dinner before we get carried away»

Simon grinned, his fingers tracing patterns on your back — «Agree»

You two returned to the cooking, but the tension in the air was unmistakable, every now and then your hands touched each other, sparking desire, and as the sauce simmered on the stove, Simon couldn't help but pull you towards him.

He pressed you against the kitchen cabinet, his lips pressed into yours in a passionate kiss, his hands roamed your back, and you impatiently responded by wrapping your arms around his neck as the world outside faded away, igniting a spark of longing between you.

— «Simon» you muttered, barely above a whisper as he broke the kiss.

He chuckled softly as his eyes met yours — «I'm sorry, my love, i couldn't help myself»

Finally, the dinner preparation was over and you both settled on the sofa with plates in your hands, you sat on Simon's lap, the warmth of his body enveloped you as he fed you with a fork, each bite was a symphony of tastes, but the most delicious was the love and tenderness that filled every moment.

While you ate, Simon peppered the top of your head with kisses, a silent promise of his love and devotion, some forgotten movie was flashing on the TV, but your attention was solely on each other, with every stolen kiss, playful teasing and gentle hug, the outside world faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of love and comfort.

At that moment there was no need for code names or secret missions, there was only Simon, and there was you, his anchor in a chaotic world — his home.

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arsonlookers · 4 months

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IMAGINE

________zhongli x reader_____________________

You have been together with Zhongli for as long as you remember. You are also an immortal like him, you have ups and downs in your relationship. But in the end, you love him too much to be mad at him. Yes, you have been jealous of many girls who are beautiful and gentle the total opposite of you, who is an Archon known as the adepti who fought alongside Rexlapiz.

But he accepted you as you are and even asked for your hand in marriage after everything, the misunderstanding, the past with the Goddess of dust or the traveler, the pain. After all, it all matters only the ending, right?

You're happy with Zhongli, and this is the best ending you could have after millennials fight to build this city, to protect this land.

But imagine... after everything... The sacrifices... the happy and lovely moments, when you thought that it won't get any better than this. He asked for your hand a second time, but this time you can feel this is it. You know he loves you and he is sure this time. This is the happy END.

forward to the ceremony, it was simple and just a small ceremony with the people you loved and cherished. A simple and wholesome day, warm, sunny, and lovely as you can see him standing in front of the altar waiting for you to be his forever, his bride, for real. it was a tearful moment to watch.

Zhongli with his white suit, hair down, his charming smile while looking at you, waiting at the altar as you get closer to him and he stretched his hand unto you and smiled, you reached unto his hand and smiled back.

the ceremony was peaceful, the chirp of birds and rustling of trees and leaves as if nature approved of our marriage. and the moment you are waiting has come, the vows.

Zhongli, as he said his Vows to you and slipped a jade ring onto your finger "I promise to love you forever till death do us part, my beloved" and he looked at you with Golden melted color eyes looking at you with adoration

you smile and also state your vows, as tears start to slowly make their way into your eyes "I promise to love you Forever and forever till death do us part, morax"

After the vows you looked at each other and smiled, this moment is only for the both of you, this moment is special to both of you... especially to YOu.

like a slow motion in a movie, You close your eyes as you feel his hands on the back of your head slowly guide you for the Kiss, the kiss is ethereal, It is sweet... it feels real... It was lovely ... YOu love it...

You love every second of it, every moment, but as you open your eyes again, he is still there smiling... but frozen.

as a screen pops up and states:

[YOU HAVE ACHIEVED THE HAPPY ENDING WITH MORAX, WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY AGAIN? ]

[YES] [NO]

after all everything ... every moment is not real... "But i love you" you mumbled in pain,

tear one after another, paired with chocked coughs pains.

realization hits , but even so, you look up the screen still in there, floating.

you reach for Zhongli's peaceful smiling face and kiss him one more time, hug him one more time, and whisper "I love you" one last time.

and smiled as a tear dropped in your cheek

"Love you forevermore morax"

as your hand click to choose ....

[YES].................[NO]

a/n: hello againnn~ so this is just a ramble there may be a part that is confusing but there are two endings to this it depends if you choose [YES ]or[ NO] but soon maybe I can do the other two endings. and in this scenario, Zhongli is a character in an otome game, and the player [you] is playing it because you likes Zhongli in the game. but more details on that later, I hope it is easy to understand... hehe

And if your reading this, THANK U FOR READING AND HAVE A GREAT DAY!!

#zhongli x reader #agnst #genshin fanfic #zhongli #genshin impact imagines #fem reader #x reader #female reader #reader insert #genshin impact #genshin #genshin morax #morax x reader #otome genshin thought #otome genshin au?#rex lapis #MAYBE LISTEN WHILE READING: MR LOVER MAN or DANCING WITH YOUR GHOST #or FICTIONAL MEN or FICTIONAL by khloe rose!

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yourlocalqreator · 1 year

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My Call Of Duty OC Hailey Rose Quinn

CONCEPT ART

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Now playing: Starlight by Phuture Noize, Frequenzerz

Playlist 1 Playlist 2

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Name: Hailey Quinn

Face Claim: Amanda Seyfried

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Nickname(s): Rosie (According to Ghost)

Small Child (According to Captain Price)

Alias(es): Rose, L.T, Rosie

Timeline: Modern Warfare/MW Reboot

Rank: Lieutenant

Regiment: SAS

Status: Alive

Birth Date: June 27, 1999

Zodiac: Cancer

Death Date: K.I.A IN OG MW TIMELINE

Occupation: SAS Operative

Affiliation(s): SAS, Taskforce 141, A90( Made Up)

Blood Type- O+

Fun fact: She can Tumble, do gymnastics, and can do martial arts

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"Ahh this is going to be "

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Skin Tone: White

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blond

Hair Length: Waist Length

Hairstyle: High Long Pigtails. Space Buns. Ponytail

Height: 5,0/152.40 cm

Weight: 90 lbs

Scars/Marks/Burns: she got a burns on her arm when she was young

Tattoos: none

Physical Enhancements: none

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"The passcode, I'm gonna end it”

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Personality Type: ENTP

Personality: She is bright, bubbly, and extremely friendly. Also very optimistic and looks like a cinnamon roll

But watch out, this energetic, bubbly, and sweet girl is also one of the deadliest agents on the team. she interprets things more positively than they are, the one exception being when people are explicitly arguing.

She expresses herself very well and not only that, she seems really self-aware regarding emotional stuff and how it affects her, and she is able to articulate those thoughts really well.

Fear(s): Losing her loved ones, and her Team

Likes: Nice People, Victory, Ghost hehe

Dislikes: Mean People, Enemies

Habit(s): Thinking

Flaw(s): Yes

Talent(s): Mf She can fight barehand and weapon wise

The Character’s Relationship With Others

Reputation: Well when she joined they could already tell they were so annoyed with her personality and for her messing up. but as the time came they got used to her on the team

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"I Love the juggernaut"

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Love Interest(s):

Simon “Ghost” Riley, When they meet each other Simon thought who tf let this small child here but then just for like days Simon started to like her energy which made something about Hailey and Simon’s relationship closer and Simon realized he was in love with her

Friend(s):

Simon Ghost Riley

John Soap Mctavish

John Price

Gaz

Alejandro

Roach

Bell ( IN DEATHS MISSION COD AU STIRY)

Logan Walker (IN DEATHS MISSION)

Alex Keller (DEATHS MISSION)

Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin aka @sleepyconfusedpotato

Alyssa M Aka @alypink

Samantha “Scarlet” Wright aka @welldonekhushi

Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton aka @revnah1406

Trudy "Jay" Saider @sgtbarnowl

Sky Arkes aka @skylovesducks

Eliza Waylon as @loneghostwolf

Enemy(ies):

Comatose: Her Current enemy, The one who is messing up the timeline, The one who also tortured her back when she was young

Shepherd: The one who tortured her and left her dead in the Mw timeline

Graves:He betrayed Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, And the Las Vaqueros

Markov:Yea

Relationship(s):

Doesn't have one

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"JUST GO, ILL BE OKAY"

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The Character’s Abilities

Fighting Style: Ninjutsu, Hapkido, Capoeira, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, Silat, Shuai Chiao, Shokotan, Kickboxing, Bacom, Line

Weapons: Daggers,1911, Kar89K, Bo, M4, M4A1, Caliber 55.6, Knucklers, Combat Knuckle knife, Flashbombs.

Preferred Weapon(s): All her weapons,

Agility: 9/10

Hand-to-Hand Combat:10 /10

Long Range Accuracy: 8/10

Defense:9 /10

Offense: 9/10

People Skills:9 /10

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"Going dark"

she says in a dark voice HEHEHEHEH3EHEH

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Birthplace: New Hampshire, Canada

Family:

Father: Tarrick “Tulip” Quinn

Status: Deceased

Mother: Santaura Daisy Quinn

Status: Deceased

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"If its me your looking for, Then here I am"

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Character Background

Trigger Warnings: Torture, Abuse,

Rose is the daughter of Tarrick “Tulip” Quinn, A member of the Military, and Santaura A stay-at-home mom, two people from the same place in Northern Mississippi. They got married and moved to Canada as Santura gave birth to a baby Hailey Quinn. When there was a war a janitor named Michael “Comatose” Bly Van der aided the couple by rescuing their baby out of the hospital before it exploded, leaving their parents dead. Since then, Bly Van Der adopted Tarrick and Santaura's daughter, just to torture and brainwash her, not using numbers like with mason or memories like bell, but colors to mess her up while getting burned by a curling iron.

The mysterious fate of her parents is already gone. Luckily someone saved her, which was a group of armed men who turned out they also torture her more brutally, and left her when she was 6 in the forest. when she was 8 She thought herself amartial arts from when some of Comotose soilders sparr and use a gun for self-defense and she taught herself gymnastics and tumbling so she FLEXIBLE QUEEN.

In Hailey's teen years, she joined A90 because she wanted to forget everything about what happened in her past A90 but when she entered, the training and missions were arduous, More than the M16. And that's where Hailey got her strength in becoming an assassin who relies on speed, stealth, and force to fight her enemies,

As Hailey got older, she started working for the SAS (Special Military Forces) After training to be an assassin in A90.

she accidentally met Captain Price who then let her join task force 141 she was confused and so annoyed, But then as the time came on they got used to her being around, which is a guy named Simon “Ghost” Riley and the ghost getting close.

Trivia

Because of sleepys OC Jade, I made my oc Hailey TADAAAAAA

I wanted to name her Hailey "XYLOPHONE" Quinn

Multiplayer She is in SpecGru Faction and gonna have concept art on her SpecGru outfit.

MWII When it came to the ghost team Hailey wore her black Assassin outfit from A90 just to look badass.

COD MW2 OG HER DEATH: After witnessing the death of ghost and roach she gets knocked out and tortured to death and left for dead.

CONCEPT

HER A90 OUTFIT yes that's picrew

HER SAS OPRATIVE OUFIT

#call of duty oc #charlotte jade le jardin #call of duty #Spotify #hailey rose quinn #ghost x rose #ghostrose

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tacticaldiary · 5 months

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N&R MASTERLIST || COD MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Simon Riley x Reader

WARNINGS: Stalking, Blood, Kidnapping, Panic Attacks

The Heat Of Indifference || Chapter 1 >>> (coming soon)

Unrequited delusion turns the sweetest cup of intentions sour.

She stares at the note in her hand numbly. A tremour starts in her as she skims over it, spreads until her shaking has nothing to do with the chill of the air, the cool metal of the mailbox her other hand clutches onto.

'too busy for me?'

'i'll make time in your life for me'

'fucking someone else behind my back?'

'you looked so pretty the other day, i had trouble staying away'

'took a few pictures for my collection'

Crumpling the note, she looks around the dimly lit porch as if she might spot the culprit, might see the man that's been making her life a living hell, inducing a paranoia she's never experienced before. Unsteadily, she stumbles backwards into her house, locking the door and sliding the deadbolt.

Safe. It doesn't feel safe. Breath caught in her throat, she runs to her bedroom, sets her back to the door after locking it.

The other notes could be ignored, mixed in with the other fan mail, some scattered in her emails and her inboxes on social media, but this one? In her mailbox?

Her personal mailbox?

The one right outside her house?

He knew where she lived.

Bile crawling up her throat, she fumbles with her phone, dialing the number she memorised ever since she signed with the agency. It rings once. Twice.

Alban picks up on the third ring.

"It's one in the morning-"

"He knows where I live," She gasps out, the grip on her phone a kind death itself could not have pried away. "He-...he put something in my mailbox, what if he's inside?" The thought sends her into a spiral. "He's-he might be here, Alban, might be in my house. He's seen it, knows where it is, what if he's waiting outside? What if-"

"Calm down, hey, listen." He cuts her off, the sleep in his voice dissipating at her panic. "I'm on my way, okay? Hang tight, lock your doors. Stay put, you hear?"

"Stay on the line?" She requests shakily.

"Of course," The jingle of keys, the zip of a jacket. "Fuck, I shouldn't have let you go home alone from the shoot, I'm sorry." He sighs.

There's no more talk from her end, she listens as he stays on the line, hears the hum of a car engine, the slam of a car door. Alban would be here, and she wouldn't be alone then, and then-...

And then what?

Back to square one? Back to losing sleep and screwing up auditions To looking over her back and wondering when the next note would appear? No, that's not the life she wants, her gut twists painfully just thinking about it.

It started sweet.

A letter in her fan mail, just another proclamation of love, messages of praise and devotion online. Nothing out of the ordinary for one of the most popular rising actresses of her time. It's a place she's earned after years of hard work, growth and determination.

Then the letters started to change in tone. Annoyed. Impatient. Not understand why she wasn't writing back, why she wasn't noticing him.

The threats started after that.

To a degree, she understands that putting herself in such a bright spotlight opens her up to people like this, people who lived in delusions and acted in their own interests, but to be the victim of it...it was overwhelming, stressful, and frightening.

She's really, truly frightened.

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The blanket around her shoulders was knitted by her mother.

Warm but slightly scratchy, it's one of the items that appears misplaced among the sleek, expensive look of her living room. Leather couches, wall-to-ceiling windows, and an open floor plan.

The dull scratchy blanket brings about a childish comfort, something long forgotten between the glitz and glamour of her new life. She buries her nose into it, her thanks muffled by the fabric when Alban places down the steaming mug of tea. His hair is pulled up in a bun haphazardly, his jacket only half zipped up. Pajama pants speckled with cartoon bananas she'd make fun of if she could bring herself to conjure a laugh.

The crickets sing, and it's good background noise for their silence. It's odd, how at ease the world is when the weight of it feels like it's caving down on her.

"I don't think this is going away on its own." She finally says, gaze flickering to meet Alban's.

"The police said they'd do what they could," He clicks his tongue. "The best they're going to do is run prints on the note, see if they can match the handwriting to somebody."

"Didn't work before, won't work now." She mumbles.

"So you know that we need someone other than the police now."

She manages a tense nod, and her acceptance seems to grant him an ounce of relief. "I'll give my contact a call then. We'll get you a personal detail sorted out by tomorrow."

The idea of someone being in her space 24/7 makes her uncomfortable. Alban had brought it up before, had brought it up multiple times actually, but she'd always shot down the idea, hoping the problem would resolve itself on its own. A personal security detail, a bodyguard. It seemed...excessive before. She values her privacy, values the little space that's left untouched by the eyes of the public, and letting someone else, a stranger, into it makes her uneasy.

His gaze softens. "I know this isn't what you wanted." He squeezes her shoulder, "But I'd rather see you alive and uncomfortable than dead in a ditch somewhere."

She likes that outcome too.

"I'll live." It was just for a little while, she reasons. "Just till everything passes."

"Just until it passes." He promises.

His presence makes her grateful. Alban has always been an anchor to her, someone to rely on. Her manager. Her friend, above all. He'd been with her through the ups and downs of her career, of her life.

"Thank you." It's not enough to convey the company he brings, but he seems to get it. His smile is knowing, and reassuring.

Enough to make her relax the barest bit.

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"I'll find the bastard myself, wring out his neck!" Melvin glares at her through the rearview mirror. He's been on a rant for the past twenty minutes, and she hasn't the heart to tell the old man to stop. On the contrary, it makes her feel better that someone is as angry as her about it.

"Not if I get to him first." She smiles despite the dreary topic.

"Now you listen here, you tell me about any more trouble you're getting into, alright?" They pull into the parking lot and this time Melvin turns around to stare at her, fiery and outraged. "I'll find 'em, set 'em straight!"

His wispy grey hair curls around his forehead, wrinkles and smile lines carved into a face that's seen more of her childhood than her own father ever cared to.

Melvin was the closest family she had. He'd driven her to her first audition, had seen her through it and took her to get the ice cream he always grumbled was too sweet when she'd been rejected on the spot.

"I'll let you know." She nods solemnly.

He narrows his eyes, squinting at her. "Are you mocking me?"

"Me? I wouldn't dare." She laughs, scrambling out of the car before he can go off on another tangent about the youth of today. "I'll see you in a couple hours!"

The office building stands at an impressive height at the heart of the city, glass windows showing off an impressive view of the surroundings. It wasn't often that she came here, Alban mostly took care of any paperwork she had to fill out and submit so there was never a reason for her to be sat behind a desk when she could be performing and showing her talents elsewhere.

Things had cooled down considerably after last night. Alban had stayed the night with her, and although she hadn't gotten much sleep it was reassuring to know that Alban's contact had pulled through and arranged a meeting with the security company that the man had been raving on about ever since this whole mess started. He'd gotten everything sorted before she'd even woken up for the day.

Task Force...something. She couldn't remember the numbers at the end of the title, but they were supposed to be the best of the best.

The elevator has a line too long for her to think about waiting in, so she turns to the stairwell inside. It was only three floors up, and she could use the exercise anyway. She's already a few minutes late to meet them all anyway, the wait wouldn't be worth it.

Would she meet her detail today? Her bodyguard? She really should've asked Alban to expand on his vague "I've taken care of it" this morning...

The hallway she ends up in stretches the expanse of the room, widening into a larger floor plan overlooking the rest of the city. A break room of some sort? Confused, one glance at the floor directory hung up next to her answers her question.

Wrong floor.

Clicking her tongue, she turns to go back into the stairwell when the hair on the back of her neck stands up, and a chill shivers down her spine. It's the same feeling of being watched, the feeling that's made her triple-check her locks at night and lose precious hours of sleep trying to convince herself that she was safe.

There's nobody else in the hallway, not a soul passing by. The distant voices and noises indicate whoever's occupying the floor is in the offices farther in, but nowhere near her...

Faltering, she takes a few hesitant steps into the nearest room. An office of some sort.

The feeling remains, stronger than ever. Goosebumps prickle her flesh, her teeth worry her lower lip. This is stupid, this entire thing was stupid! It's an empty room...

"I know you're there!" The words pass her lips before she can stop them, fuelled by frustration and fear. Her own eyes widen at her words, but she doesn't take them back. No, she's commited to it now. Clenching her fists to hide the trembling of her hands, she turns around in a small circle trying to find the source of her discomfort. "This isn't funny, it's fucking creepy! Just leave me the hell alone!"

Maybe it's a trick of paranoia and the light but she swears she sees a shadow move out of the corner of her eye, and it startles her so bad she bumps into the desk behind her, clutching it so hard her knuckles go white.

Her heart is in her throat when the door creaks open.

This felt like a fucking horror movie. 'I've never been in one of those before', she thinks a little hysterically. 'Don't think I'll ever have the chance to after this.' Maybe it was a random employee who'd forgotten something in the office, she tries to reason with herself, or Alban coming to see what's taking her so long-

She screams when a tall man in a balaclava peers through the door, a hand fixed on the pistol on his belt.

Blindly grabbing onto a stapler, she throws it at him and scrambles to put the desk in between them. "Leave me alone!" She yells, wielding the keyboard like it might protect her from him and his firearm.

The man catches the stapler and gives her a rather unimpressed look.

He was clearly fucking insane, she thinks. Batshit crazy, stalking her down in an office building in broad daylight with a mask. The cool glass of a window touches her back and she swallows, glancing behind her. Four stories up, but if he made a move to grab her would she have enough time to unlatch the window and climb out? Did she even want to risk breaking her legs?

"It's a shitty idea."

The voice is smooth gravel, the grit of the sand on a clear beach.

"Who are you?" She narrows her eyes, fingers playing with the latch. "Why do you keep following me?"

"It's my job." He deadpans, and it makes her hesitate to jump to her idea of trying to escape the situation.

"...what?"

He loosens a sigh from his chest, and tugs out the manilla folder she hadn't seen tucked under his arm before. She tenses when he takes a step forward, tossing it on the desk. A couple of documents spill out, and she catches bits and pieces until her eyes land on the logo sealed at the top of the folder.

Her eyes flicker back to him and spot the same logo patched onto his jacket.

Last night comes back to her in a rush, the hurried explaination she was given.

Task Force 141.

A security company known throughout the country as being the best of the best. Being ex-military, they took care of messy situations in ways that didn't reflect poorly on anyone, kept their means and methods unknown but their clients happy. Alban had given her an overview of the company a while ago after the photographs of her had started to arrive.

"Screaming your head off like that, jumping out a four-story window? Bloody hell, no wonder you need a babysitter."

Any lingering fear snaps to irritation. "I don't need a babysitter, I need someone who's not going to scare the shit out of me." Still a little shaky, she lets go of the window. "Alban hired you?"

"Clearly." His dry tone makes her bristle. He'd just scared the hell out of her, her being a little jarred is perfectly understandable. "Sent me to see what the hold up was." He jerks his chin towards the documents. "Needs your signature, then I'm yours until your issue blows over."

Him? He was her on her private detail? Her bodyguard?

She expected someone in a suit with an earpiece, simple and subtle, something akin to the usual security that surrounds her at her venues. Fitting in was important, after all. The less she was noticed the safer she'd be.

Given that, the 6'3 man with the large, strong stature definitely had taken her aback, but his face was the thing that freaked her out the most, the mask making her mind flash to every horror movie she'd ever seen.

A black balaclava covers his lower face and tucks itself into the collar of the all-black suit he dons. The fabric's printed with the bottom half of a white...skull? Puzzled, she gives him a once over, wondering how someone this...intimidating could possibly be inconspicuous. He holds himself with a rigidity she's only ever seen in someone who holds discipline to a high standard, shoulder back, eyes brown and piercing in a way that makes her feel oddly vulnerable.

She nods slowly, picking up a pen from one of the holders, willing her heart to stop pounding from the lingering adrenaline. "I'm pretty sure you know an awkward amount about me already." She skims over the paperwork quickly. "But what do I call you?"

Life had taught her the hard way never to blindly sign a document.

"Ghost." She pauses, blinking up at him. He doesn't look like he's joking, and after a beat of silence her lips quirk up to a half amused smile.

"Ghost?" She cocks her head. "Like the things that haunt houses? That's your name?"

"Afirmative." He retorts.

"But that's a nickname, I don't think your parents would have named you Ghost." That was just unnecessarily cruel. He'd have gotten bullied at school with a name like that. "What's your name name?"

"Ghost is enough of a name for you. I'm here to keep you alive, not have a heart to heart, yeah?"

Okay. So he wasn't the warmest person she'd met.

"You're off to a great start, nearly pushing me out a window." She mumbles under her breath going back to reading.

"It was your hand I recall being on the latch."

At the flourish of her pen, her signature settling next to his and Alban's, some of the weight on her shoulders settles into something slightly more bearable. Things would be easier for her hopefully.

She could admit that although he was gruff and not the friendliest, he was certainly intimidating. By the way his eyes flicker around the room every now and then, he was perceptive too. Despite their rocky start, she already felt like someone was watching her back.

"Anything else I need to sign?"

He doesn't respond, shifting in place instead, eyebrows furrowed. It makes her uneasy, his sudden change in posture. Muscles tensing, his sights land somewhere behind her and he suddenly moves to grab her before she can register it.

A crash of glass echoes through the room as the window opposite to them shatters.

She can barely let out a shriek before Ghost has her against a wall, shielding her body with his, pressing close enough for him to feel the way her heart hammers in her chest.

Sandalwood and smoke, she can't help but note as she draws in a shaky breath. He's built well, all strong muscle and capable hands that crowd her back. Her breath hitches for a completely different reason.

"You alright?" He grunts out, peering over his shoulder. It's sharp, the way his gaze flickers from the shards of glass to the bolt embedded in the wall a metre away from where she'd been.

Right where Ghost had been standing.

"Fine," She manages, looking between him and the bolt in the wall with a cold sinking in her stomach. "I-...you're bleeding!" She exclaims, reaching up to tilt his face to the side, a splotch of red seeping through his mask. Before she can make contact, he steps away from her leaving her hand hovering in the air.

It shatters the brief moment from before, the breath she couldn't catch loosens from her chest.

She feels like she looks a little stupid with her hand hovering like that and, the back of her neck going warm as she clears her throat. "Your cheek." She says aloud after a moment. There's a small cut where the projectile had grazed him, bleeding sluggishly.

Ghost doesn't pay her any mind as he yanks the bolt out of the wall, cement cracking onto the floor. Turning it this way and that, she finds enough feeling in her legs to move towards him-

"Stay there." He orders, and the authority lacing the words stuns her into compliance. "Away from the windows."

She certainly sees how he's ex-military now, that he's used to his orders being obeyed.

Ghost turns around eventually, brow furrowed and she finally has a clear view of the item.

A white rose is twined around the bolt, the petals speckled with red dots. A drop of crimson drips onto the floor by his feet and she realises that the colouring isn't from the flower itself.

It's Ghost's blood, tainting the purity of something so delicate weaved with an intentional threat.

He was here.

In her house, on her mind, in her workplace, God, he was in her workplace now. Her breath stutters as she tries to take a deep one, panic she refuses to let loose in front of him clawing at her chest. So she was right, someone had bee watching her. It hadn't been him, it had been her stalker that had made her wary.

This was new. She'd never had actual contact with the guy before, her nightmares had been restricted to words scrawled onto a page. Judging by the bolt's direction, the man was probably in the building opposite.

Ghost barks something into a radio connected to his belt, sharp eyes sweeping the room, narrowing at the window across, cautious and confident.

He's an ass, they haven't started on the right foot but she doesn't want to see him dead. What if the next 'threat' hit true? What if she had to stand there and watch his head trickle crimson, watch that strong body hit the floor with a lifeless-

"I don't think this is a good idea." She blurts out, frightened by the thought. Nobody needed to get hurt but her, was expanding this...this horrid torment onto other people really worth it?

When he doesn't answer, she pushes on. "It's...you could get hurt. Or killed." A shaky inhale. "And I don't want-"

"Your concern won't void my contract. I've survived worse." He cuts her off, peering out of the window. She swears she spots the barest bit of amusement in his dead stare when he glances back at her. "You're too exposed in the open. We're going to your residence, my team's already secured it, set up a perimeter."

And she can't find it in herself to protest when he ushers her out of her room taking care to shield her from the windows.

Glancing up at the blood seeping through his mask, the unease from last night creeps back into her heart. What would have happened if Ghost hadn't been there? Would she have been the target instead? Would she be...Alban was right, it was stupid to think that this would stop on its own.

Hope was a fool's playground.

Ghost notices the sudden tense silence, casts down a long glance as they enter the elevator together, strangely free from the mass of people earlier.

"You're safe now."

She looks up in surprise, but he's already shifted his gaze to stare at the metal doors in front of them. Safe. How long has it been since she's felt safe?

Miraculously, she finds herself nodding. Finds herself trusting. Trusting this man she just met a few minutes ago. It's strange, but she lets his reassurance wash over her, her shoulders dropping down ever so slightly.

It seems enough to satisfy him, because he doesn't comment again.

Safety.

What a luxury she'd taken for granted.

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moonah-rose · 4 months

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Rose Noble: I definitely have the weirdest uncle! He's a billion year old alien with a time machine who accidentally kidnapped my Mum on her wedding day but ended up saving her life and then she forgot him for fifteen years because something almost killed her but then he came back and desperately needed therapy so Mum took him in and we look after him while he also helps me with my homework by taking me on trips through time and space.

Mia Cooper: My uncles are all dead.

Rose: Oh I'm so sorry-

Mia: No let me finish, they're dead but awesome, so are my aunts on Mum's side - also dead. So one of them is this MP who died in a sex scandal but his ghost power is he can touch things so he's always spoiling me sending me Amazon packages...

- twenty minutes later -

Mia: And then my last uncle is a caveman who's really good at chess and playing with electricity, and also doubles as a family pet.

Rose:

Rose: Okay maybe I don't have the weirdest uncle.

#bbc ghosts #doctor who #rose noble #mia cooper #found family #incorrect doctor who quotes #incorrect bbc ghosts #donna noble #fourteenth doctor #julian fawcett #robin the caveman #doctor x donna brotp

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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𓇻 day 3 of fic days [masterlist] 𓇻

◜ attention. [simon “ghost” riley x f!reader] ◞

― video game: call of duty: modern warfare II

― summary: being the medic of force 141 has its consequences; draw attention of lieutenant, ghost as they say.

― wc: 2.2k

― warnings&tags: fluff, angsty (a little bit), kissing, touching, masked!ghost, confession, no using of y/n. enjoy <3

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famous soldier of force 141; simon riley, ghost as they said. a man who you should not try to make a conversation with. he was a soldier – he acted like a soldier, not having specific emotions rather than all stillness, acting unhuman mostly; not eating, not talking. indeed you knew him more than others in the building. being medic of force 141 has give you a chance to get further knowledge about the team since you looked each of them one by one when they needed any treatment after a tough mission after captain price picked you as personal medic of the team, trusting you truly, seeing you like a part of it already.

you has spent nearly a year with each of them, especially soap who were like a friend of yours rather than a soldier who just came to you for medical support. he showed his face whenever he found some free times between his mission with the force 141. he and captain price were there for you whenever you needed to calm yourself down because it was a hard job to be doctor for soldiers since they needed mental treatments too. but you were giving it to them because even if you didn’t know every mission particularly, you knew what they did to accomplish their mission.

so, yes, you were like their safe place to calm themselves down; having a few fun conversation that help them clear their minds from the mission they just came from, or simply getting needed treatment to their wounds.

it was all easy job after you got used to it even if it had its own difficult sides. the job you had in there was good for you because you knew you were doing something – good. every person in the world needed to feel – good and healthy for you. pain was a nasty thing, tingle on people’s skins to make them weak for a moment but with your help, they were getting more powerful than before after the treatment section. you always had a smile on your pretty face, you always had that delicate side of you whenever you saw how broken your patients were in that particular moments. you both had a good soul and a good heart – not so rare, not nowadays. you didn’t do the job for the money, no, you were doing it for others’ good – to make them feel well.

ghost knew that well. ghost saw this. with the sparkles on your eyes, especially those whenever you saw him in your medical room, he knew how you found it amusing to heal them. ghost didn’t know if you had a specific fond of him, no, he believed that you would never – he would never find a place on your mind, soul or heart – he believed he didn’t deserve it. you had a pure soul and having him in there would cause it to get – dirty, darker, worse. that was what ghost thought – and you knew it because as you believed, you got knowledge of him thanks to every visit he had.

in your first times, ghost didn’t trust you. he didn’t come for simple wounds which he could heal by themselves even if the team wanted him to come to your medical room as soap confessed later. he only came when he needed a real medical supply. even in those times, he didn’t speak at all, just answering you questions directly and shortly.

with time, after he finally paid attention to your presence, getting know you better as you did about him in return, he began to talk more than before. he even began to show his masked face, always masked, in your room, to get simple treatments like a bandage on his arm or hand. he was professional. his injuries didn’t happen so often, so, whenever he came to you, you felt both excitement to see him again finally and sadness because you didn’t like to see him in pain even if he hid it every time.

there was something in your heart that made you feel closer to him, not any other person from the team or the building at all – only him. some of your co-workers asked how you could treat a man like ghost who was acting like a real ghost and you always held the real answer to yourself; he is not only ghost for me, he is also simon riley, a man who was broken and needed all of your love.

you both liked ghost and simon riley. simon riley. it created a weird feeling on your chest whenever you called him with his name, real name, not believing how you achieved this closeness with him in the first place because it looked impossible – but now, after knowing that you got lieutenant’s attention, you found it as a miracle.

as ghost’s liking on you became visible each time you had spent, you couldn’t believe it but he was determined to show it to you.

beginning with simple gestures like nodding his head to yours whenever you met in corridors, elevators or stairs, making you blush, feeling so hot and excited in those times, he started to show how you got his attention. you didn’t know what made him acknowledge you but sure, you liked it. you liked it so much that you wanted to leave your room only to see him like few seconds that would last on your mind more than that.

then, he began to have simple conversation with you such as ‘how are you today’ that turned to simple jokes like ‘did clumsy soap visited you today too?’. you found their relationship cute and good. having gossip with soap about ghost made you laugh every time ghost mentioned soap’s names. you could see how ghost’s eyes traveled around your face when you laughed, chuckled or simply smiled. he found it amusing, as he said later in a romantic day you had, so rare but priceless.

after those cute but limited times, he began to come to your room because of having wounds that needed to be healed and wanting to see you. the bond you shared was growing thanks to the closeness you got slowly but strongly.

you realized that ghost wanted to become more than friends, as you thought you were and ghost approved. his little and shy touches in the first that were so delicate enough to make you question if he really touched you or not at all. your hands, fingers and hair were the first few places his skin touched gently, making you have a red colored face and pink cheeks with tickling skin. in return, you started to touch his arms, hands and knees rather than the places you touched to heal. that touches turned to confident ones as he looked pleased by them, giving you permission to touch.

lastly, the whole situation turned into something more – more than a friendship when he finally knocked your door before leaving for a mission that held great danger as your co-workers and captain price informed you to prepare yourself more than ever for all cases.

having fear on your heart, you waited ‘till night – probably 1 a.m., for ghost’s arrival. he told you he would come before going to mission after he got his supplies ready. traveling around the room, you prayed for his safety and rest of the team as well but mostly his – because you had a sensitive feeling for him in your heart which you denied ‘till that day, but finally accepted its presence since it grew into something you could not avoid no more.

ghost’s masked face finally showed itself, helping you to calm down immediately as you rushed towards his massive and bigger body to give a big hug by using both of your arms, hugging him from the neck as you stood on tiptoes to reach him.

his arms found your waist and back immediately, holding you so close and still. you heard his heavy breaths on your ear, feeling them on your neck and hair. you closed your eyes to feel him closer, tightening your grip on his neck. “simon –“ you sighed, not ready to leave him. not yet.

“I know,” he said in return. always understanding you without needing further information, “but don’t worry, everything will be okay.”

leaving his neck, putting both of your palms on this chest he had thick armors on but you could feel his fast beating heart which he would say how his heart was beating like that only because of you and your touches later. “don’t jump into danger.”

he held your cheek with his right hand while his left one stayed on your back, pushing your small body to him more, not getting enough of it. you couldn’t see his face but when he spoke, you knew he was smiling under the mask, playful to make you calm down more about the mission, “danger should not jump to me.”

hitting his arm a little, you smiled too.

spending a certain time on his arms while touching his masked face and arms as he touched your body with the same willingness, you left him there to get something from your table.

“here,” you picked the necklace that only had a black stone which was untouched. “it is something I found in my childhood years, beside a river.” you stood in front of ghost while showing it to him with a sad but proud smile on your face, “I thought how beautiful it looked in that day, not looking like every other stones in that river, but having its own beauty.” you took his hand, opening his palm to leave the necklace into his big palm while he was watching you carefully. “I like to look at it whenever I feel fear, sadness or stressed. it reminds me that wonderful day and I also find it amusing that the stone is untouched yet so beautiful in its own way.”

closing his palm which had the necklace now, you looked up to see his brown and dark colored eyes, “keep it and whenever you feel fear or something like that, look at it. remember the most beautiful thing on your life. it will give you strength.”

he looked at the stone for a while before caressing your cheek and asking, “why are you giving me this? what if you feel fear again?”

putting your cheek more into his palm, smiling, you replied, “because now I have my own beauty, right in front of me, with a beating warm heart.”

closing your eyes, not wanting to see more because of feeling a little fear about whether he felt the same way as you do or not. ghost stood silent and unmoved for a while before moving his hand which has began to touch your face gently contrary to all his massiveness.

with a heart beat, you opened your eyes and the moment you opened it, you saw how ghost opened his mask ‘till it reached to his nose, reveal half of his face and his lips that looked so good – so touchable.

when you thought about how you wanted to feel them on your lips firstly and then all over your body, ghost acted like he read your thoughts, kissing you deeply by pushing you to him by your neck he gripped.

feeling the hotness of his lips, going from his to yours, you almost left a high pitched growl sound which made ghost to go further, holding you from both of your neck and back, crashing your body to his huge one, he deepened the kiss like it could go any deeper.

holding his cheeks with your hands, you could feel both the fabric of his mask and his skin which made you feel so wonderful – finally you could feel him this closely. it was another miracle for sure.

“simon –“ you moaned his name, not having enough breath now.

he left your lips freely, letting you space to breath in and out with a exploding heavy chest. your mind was all gone but you could see the little smile on his lips that were visible for you finally.

“simon –“ you said again, getting the last remaining of your brain’s functions, “what’s this mean –“

he cut you, “it means that,” he said, looking at to you with such a great intensivity, “you said how I should look at this stone and think about the most beautiful thing on my life. then, whenever I feel down, I will look at it to think about you.” he kissed you one more time but short this time. “you are the only one thing in my life that is beautiful.”

“oh, simon –“ you said, kissing him couple of times while feeling lots of explosions in your heart that were effects of his confession. “I love you.”

simon let a wider smile, “I know.” then, it all went like that; simon kissing you passionately, you letting him do whatever he want. after that night, after he got back from the mission, your bond turned into something you could not predicted before. you two had your own beauty like that stone had – even more than its beauty and it always stayed on ghost’s neck, bringing you everywhere he went only to come into your arms in the end.

the end. 🦋

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