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Coney Island- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Based on a request:

Helloo, it's my first ask here but i saw something on tiktok about having a specific type of a guy that's; closed off, stoic and stuff but he has a soft spot for a specific person and reader thinking its them but no. I just need angst😭 honestly. That's all thank you!!

F!Reader, death of character(s), angst, platonic!relationship, no happy ending --

Months before your death, that is when he broke your heart. He was so cold and rude to most people on base but there was one person who could touch Simon and talk past Ghost. The men of the task force were on his best side, but she was on the special side of his life. You always thought it was you, the one who could be his entire life only to find out you weren't even on the list.

He never spoke much of his life to you, you only heard bits from the other men but as any fool does you believed it was for him and you to have some sort of good place in this Earth. For months he gave you flickers of hope and you sure believed they were real. Each time you thought you were passing those high walls of his, there seemed to be a new wall you never heard of. A labyrinth with no way out and the way in has been closed off by spikes. His cruel words of that day were such spikes.

"Lieutenant-" you paused as you had seen him and the girl sitting on the bench, how he was so open to her. All his emotions were out for her to see and hear. He painted the sky with his hurt and past but it was for her eyes only, never to be yours. All the questions you asked, only to be spoken to her, never to you. You'd jump in front of a bullet, grenade or anything to protect his past and mind and he'd discard it. His insecurities, fears and all those years of trauma, laid for her and her only.

It was clear then that it was a team of two, him and her. You began to question it all, the nights he asked about your life, telling you...no, pleading you to tell him, that it was the only way for him to open up to you. The nights you cried to him, all your weapons laid for him to point them and shoot you in the back. Losing your mind over minor mistakes and still he held her close, never you.

If I pushed you to the edge But you were too polite to leave me?

The day he lost you, what a nightmare was that day. The smoke in the streets, the passing bullets, one for your chest and the invisible one for his heart. Despite the hurt he brought upon you, you never left. The reason even to this day makes his head ponder. What is he now? Why is he alive and not you? The blood that leaked from your body, the way his hands were painted with crimson, how he lost you and gained a new shade to paint the skies for her.

Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Every time he could, there he was. Talking about his sorrows to you now underground. The flowers that he replaced every time he was there, always fresh for the garden he forgot to make while you were alive. The first question he would ask you in the afterlife or in the next life is, "Can you forgive me?" and would you? Can you be so delicate with his dying heart?

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey?

Back at the place where he knew he lost you, you were alive then but that morning he lost his friend. "R/N, listen to me, it's not that I don't trust you-" you shake your head and chuckle. "No? Then what is it, lieutenant? Hate? shame? I told you about all of me and now here you are. I am me, I can't be someone else, all of me has been shown to you! And you can't trust me? This is rubbish, sir! I can't hide anything from you, here I am...what more can't you see!" That is all you wanted, just a little piece of him because he took all of you.

Coney Island, the place where he saw your first death.

And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name

Eighteen months after your death, that's when he got into the worst gunfight of his career. Everyone was injured that time, Soap with a bullet in his leg, Gaz with a severe concussion, Price laid on the floor as blood dripped down from his shoulder and there he was, alone and behind a wall, tears ran down his face. The first time he was scared in a long time was that night. Bullet on his arm, cut by his torso and the image he had of you by his chest dripped with his blood.

The speech he gave at your funeral, how in his many years of service he had never been so afraid to speak. The room filled with friends and family, all looked at him. He felt as if they all knew the pain he caused your heart, what if they did? GODDAMNIT WHY NOW!

"The funniest person I had by my side was her, stupid jokes I learned from her now said to others." The speech went on for 10 minutes because he had more to say than the five sentences to say. And in each sentence, none of them had your name. He was afraid to even say it for he had no right to ever say your name not after he was the one with the knife on Coney Island.

But I think that I forgot to say your name Over and over

As he felt his life near the end, the last thing he saw was your face, fingers caressing the photograph.

"R/N," was his last breath.

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home

simon has been away for more than a month, you try to get some pent-up relief in the bath

stitches

Task Force 141 aren't immune to injury, so Price handpicked a medic- you. You're not immune to night terrors and strike up an unlikely friendship with the allusive Ghost. Growing a bit too close for fraternisation guidelines...

simon just can't help himself

the real simon riley

Humbling myself over this fictional man

the wedding of simon riley

Come get this dick-fil-a

Roadhog: *plays opening chords of Adele’s Hello on the keyboard*

Junkrat: *turns to the camera* G'day…

submitted by libellulesandmariposas

i’m sweet for you

dilf!jake sully x fem na’vi reader

!! smut - minors dni; daddy kink; breeding kink (jake’s specifically teehee); slight cervix penetration; creampie and squirting; navi and english pet names <33// 892 words

: this is nasty i knowww but is it a need? yes. desperately even; gnashing my teeth so hard; wrote this in godspeed so hopefully no errors; hope you guys would luv this <33; title is from venice bitch - lana

jake presses his palm on your belly, putting enough pressure like he is trying to feel something. the touch makes you squirm, your walls clamping down around him. a sudden sharp thrust, accompanied by your choked squeal, makes jake’s hips stutter, and he feels winded, his lungs constricting as he savours the plush walls squeezing his cock so deliciously.

“jesus,” he murmurs, the ragged breaths spilling from his lips sound like barely-contained snarls. “y’feel that, sweetheart?”

you whimper, blinking your teary eyes up at him, your face scrunching in confusion and your ears twitching with your every hiccupped gasp. jake chuckles at the dazed look in your eyes, crooning softly when your cunt spasms around his cock again.

“i’m all the way here, baby,” jake says, pressing his hand down to your belly again. “stuffing y’r tiny pussy. want daddy to fill you up, ma’yawntu?”

you tremble at his words, your swollen lips falling for a muffled cry when jake begins to hump at your cunt, shallow thrusts pushing his cock ever so closer to your womb. jake grins, something that is so primal and dangerous, his eyes roving over your flushed body before pinning his eyes at your dazed look. 

“goddamn baby.” he laughs. “you still w’me?”

a garbled moan is all you can reply with, too lost in your pleasure to even think of anything coherent to say – not like jake doesn’t adore you like this: drunk on his cock, squeezing him for all his worth, with your tail unconsciously looped around his thigh.

“so sweetheart? what d’you say?” jake’s hand leaves your belly to hike up along your torso, only stopping when it’s reached your heaving chest. his fingers trail ghosting touches along your sensitive skin, purposeful with his teasing, before he finally cups your breast. “want daddy’s seed in you?”

he noses along your jaw, grazing his lips on your skin. you sob at another shallow thrust, his cockhead hitting so deep in you.

jake lifts his head to ghost his lips over your ears, nipping, before he whispers, “one more kid ain’t too bad, don’t you think so too, baby girl?” 

his words struck you, your flushed skin burning hotter, and you swivel your head to look at him, gaping, feeling so breathless amidst his heated gaze.

“ma’jake,” you sob, softly nodding, emotional and desperate, needing him to fuck you with his cock again. the shallow thrusts were not enough. “please, daddy! breed me, please!”

jake snarls, his ears flicking in tension, his tail whipping behind him, before he’s fucking you hard and rough again. he’s filling you up so deliciously with his cock, each stroke along your walls is taking you apart. your mind is fraying at the edges, the curl of your orgasm racing along your veins.

distantly, you realize you’re screaming jake’s name, broken voice sounding raspier at each muted moan. jake’s responding growl resonates from where his lips are pressed on your neck, his fangs tearing through skin, and his tongue lapping at the beads of blood.

a particularly sharp thrust pushes jake deeper in you – something you didn’t even know was possible. a pop echoes throughout your body, your insides spasming at the rush of euphoric pleasure, so dizzying it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“daddy! i’m gonna-! ma’jake, i’m gonna-!” you scream, sounding so guttural and raw, white spots filling your vision.

“fuck, baby! so fuckin’ tight!” jake pushes his face on the juncture of your neck, kissing your wounded skin. “cum f’r me baby. cum f’r daddy.”

you sob as crashing pleasure overwhelms you, your cunt tightening up around jake’s cock, before a gush of squirt dampens your thighs. jake trembles at the feeling, his growl is so deep you feel it reverberate in your own chest.

“i’m gon’ fill you up, baby. gon’ breed you so good. you’d love that won’t you, ma’yawntu? love daddy’s seed?” jake murmurs, his voice is so quiet that you think he is talking to himself more than he is to you. still, you reply with an eager nod, trying your best to let him know that you would love nothing more.

you are still so drunk off of his cock, savouring your orgasm, when jake stops and buries himself to the hilt with a wet slap. you could not even prepare yourself before his seed is spilling into you, filling you up just as he promised.

your whimper catches his attention and jake pulls his head away from your neck to check on you. you don’t know what he sees, but jake just coos at you, his lips brushing along your wet cheeks before finally slotting them against your swollen ones.

the kiss is languid and gentle, a stark difference from his fucking but not any less overwhelming. you chase his lips when he pulls back and jake chuckles, his eyes crinkling in soft delight.

“ma’muntxate,” he whispers, peppering your cheeks with fleeting kisses. “my beautiful mate, so good to me.”

you hum, nuzzling your face on his, his nose rubbing along yours. “i love you, ma’jake.” 

your english is accented, your tongue still unused to the alien language. but you watch the way jake’s eyes sparkle, dipping into something so tender and heartfelt, and you know you said it right.

“i know, yawne. i love you too.”

A Brooklyn woman applying for food stamps sat on the floor as no chairs were available. The NYPD came and forcibly pulled her ONE-YEAR-OLD son out of her arms. She faces multiple charges and is being held without bail on Rikers.

OMG that was horrible to watch. How is grabbing at a baby that way acceptable? She had no weapon and wasn’t a danger. They all need to be fired; the rest need retraining.

i was at the zoo and just kind of vagueing out leaning on a rail and watching the duck pond and in the background a kid started yelling “he’s coming for you! he’s coming for you!!” and i thought it was some game she was playing with her family or something up until i felt a little hand grab my elbow and looked down to see this tiny wide-eyed child staring up at me with the world’s most serious expression and she said in a solemn voice

“he’s here for you”

and something reached out and grabbed my other hand

it turns out that a resident cockatoo has figured out that if it just waddles back and forth along the rail it can get the maximum amount of attention and headskritches with the minimum amount of flying and objectively this is very cute but at the same time this was very nearly the way that a grown adult died of a heart attack at the zoo

hey

if any wants someone to talk too, about everything during this mass hysteria, i am absolutly happy to meet new people so if you want you can dm me