Big Rough Hands Under Thin Cotton Nightgown Gripping Soft Plush Skin In The Early Hours Of The Morning

big rough hands under thin cotton nightgown gripping soft plush skin in the early hours of the morning

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley being a sweetheart

Reading the comic again so here's a small compilation of Ghost being sweet<3

Friendly reminder that despite the mischaracterization online, Ghost is quite the opposite of cold and mean. This man helped his brother recover from drug abuse and didn't return to the army until he was recovered, kicked his abusive father out of his mother's life, was the best man at his brother's wedding, loved his family, got revenge for his family after they were murdered despite wanting to kill himself, and knows very well how to calm people down, as well as being reassuring to hostages and telling his very difficult story to strangers in order to gain time to save them all.

Simon Riley watching you shower.

Calloused hands are wrapped around his spit-covered cock, anticipation leaking from his tip as he ruts forward.

Your body is so soapy and wet, glistening under the light as you scrub yourself, bending over to reach your legs.

He almost cums instantly when you grab the shower head and switch the setting, holding it to your clit as you moan, tits jiggling as your body shakes.

Poor Simon, it was too much watching your foamy tits bounce as you orgasmed, a cry leaving your lips as he spills himself all over his hand, letting out a groan as you look.

You quickly squeal, attempting to cover yourself before he’s running down the hall like a madman, slamming his door shut.

Slightly misogynistic, you say? *rubbing hands maliciously*

Calls you little names that could be demeaning in front of the others (little bird, angel, sweet thing, doll.) Will snap at anyone if they dare to hurt you during a damn SPARING SESSION, will leave you behind in missions he commands so you're nice and safe. Laces up your boots for you.

If you ever get together he'll do everything in his power to convince you your place is in the home with his little ones and not a battlefield. Loves you too much to bear the thought of losing you to a bullet.

May become obsessive in his protection.

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always triple checking your gear, tugging on your vest straps and harness’ and he doesn’t show anyone else that level of care

you eat away from everyone else, in his office or in his barracks. everyone is happy to sleep separately from you both, not wanting to hear your moans and his degrading words

when you get in trouble, you get marched directly to him. thirty minutes and one locked door later, and you’re stood in front of your victim with your tail between your legs and apology’s spewing from your lips

you didn’t even make it past private before you were knocked up and too sick in the mornings to even get out of bed, luckily for you, simon already had his address on your paperwork :)

going to town on yourself after a long, gruelling week of work, legs spread and your face all fucked out as the vibrator between your legs buzzes deliciously against your clit. you were using the sheets to cover yourself, but they're all soaked; oh well, it's getting stuffy anyway. best to kick them off to avoid overheating.

you're so caught up in chasing your fourth orgasm that you don't realise in the fat ass window that grants you a beautiful view of the city are two men standing on top of a suspended platform, looking right at you. the one with the mohawk gawks, his mouth hanging open, maybe even a little bit of drool seeping down as he eyes the mess between your thighs. the bigger one wearing the black disposable mask sucks in a breath, his jaw clenched as he catches sight of your pretty pink tongue sticking out of your mouth.

your glossy eyes blink open; you're so fucking close. all it takes is your focus darting over to the window where those men are intruding on your privacy, and suddenly you're squirting, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you experience the most intense orgasm in your life.

(the two window washers are still staring at you when you take a peek at them, unmoving. their intense gazes manage to snap you out of your daze, and you feel around for the remote to roll down your electric blinds before you hide your face in a pillow, your stomach still fluttering.

good luck trying to go outside to run your errands later on; you don't even make it into your car before you're cornered by the same two creeps in the car park.

maybe you should have closed the blinds before you started. oops.)