#kitty ghosts x reader

[jamiewintons]

Being in a poly relationship with Thomas and Kitty would include…

Requested by: Anonymous. Warnings: Ghost!Reader. Thomas Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @veeraine, @iwillstealyourtoes-wattpad, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @memelous-mrs-maisel, @agir1ukn0w, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @thingses-and-stuffses Kitty Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @agir1ukn0w, @memelous-mrs-maisel (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

● All three of you would be equally madly in love with each other, and in the beginning you wouldn't really know what to do about your feelings. It'd take you all a while to realise that you could all be together romantically at once, but once you do, no one would be able to stop you.

● You would get judged by some of the other ghosts — particularly Lady Button — for the unconventional nature of your relationship, but you wouldn't care in the least because you’re so happy.

● Thomas would write poems for you and Kitty, and you would both love it; because when his feelings are real, Thomas can write some beautiful things.

● The three of you would love to cuddle up on the sofa together during Film Club, especially when you watch romantic comedies.

● You would irritate the other ghosts with how lovey-dovey you can get sometimes. Your loud declarations of love for each other would make Julian roll his eyes.

● The Captain would keep a close eye on both you and Thomas, ensuring that you're treating Kitty well (of course you are, because you both adore her).

● Alison would (jokingly, of course) thank you for keeping Thomas and Kitty out of her hair.

● You and Kitty would defend Thomas when the other ghosts make fun of him, and cheer him up if he’s sad afterward.

● One of your favourite activities would be taking long walks around the grounds, just the three of you. You'd tell each other stories about things that happened while you were alive.

● Never, for even one moment, would you doubt how loved you are by both of them.

Requests for fics/drabbles, headcanons, and character preferences are currently OPEN!

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Simon "Ghost" Riley and Your New Cat 🌷

simon having beef with a stray cat you brought home silly little idea i had no content warnings, just cute fluff, female reader :3 not proofread!

"What the hell is tha’?" he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared in disbelief at the little black kitten in your lap.

"I found him. He’s called Lettuce," you grin, cuddling the cat to your chest. You’re well aware that lettuce is a stupid name for a cat, but it just seemed right at the time. The kitten was tiny, and had seemed very weak when you’d discovered him shivering in a box outside your apartment block. Now, he seemed a lot more comfortable, making a little home for himself on your sweater. He was so small - he literally fit in the palm of your hand - but his frizzy black hair stuck out at every angle so that he looked less like a kitten and more like a wiry pompom.

"Love," Simon laughed, rubbing his face with a sigh, "Lettuce looks like a flea. Where the hell di’you find ‘im?"

"Oi, he does not! Well, maybe a bit. I found him in a box. He was meowing at me, he looked so cold…" you stroke the kitten’s cheek with your thumb as you he meows up at you.

"You can’t keep him, he might have diseases. You should give him to a pet shelter." Your boyfriend wasn’t being harsh, he was just worried about you - he didn’t want your little heart breaking because you’d got all attached to a poorly little kitten who might not last the week. But it didn’t come off like that.

"Wh… what..?" you frown, cupping the kitty in your hands to protect it.

"I’ll drive you to the shelter tomorrow, okay?"

"What? Si, no!"

"Baby…" he sighs, trying not to upset you "you can’t just find a scruffy animal on the street and take it home."

"S’what I did with you ," you pout, pulling the same face at him as Vegetable pulls at your sweater sleeve as he paws at it.

"Look," he crosses his arms, about to explain to you the reasons why you two don’t have the space for a cat, nor the prior knowledge. What if the cat walks in on the two of you in bed? What if it bites you and his pretty girl gets hurt? What if you end up loving the cat more than Simon and it steals you away? But your pleading eyes and the tiny, stupid looking kitten chirping in your laps convinces him. If you really wanted anything, you know he’d get it for you, so he’ll let you have your silly kitten.

"Alright, fine. For now." He laughs, ruffling his hair.

"I love you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love you!" you squeal, gently placing the cat down before jumping up with and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. He rubs your back softly, watching the stupid fluffy ball on the sofa chirp for your attention. Just because he’s letting you have the cat doesn’t mean he won’t see it as his mortal enemy.

The next morning, after having gone out to buy cat food for you, Simon is sitting on the sofa, softly kissing your neck from behind. You’re sitting in his lap… completely ignoring his affection in favour of the kitty.

"Si, look! He can walk!" you grin, holding the kitten up so it looks like it’s standing on two feet.

"Mhm… cute…" Simon mumbles into the nape of your next, a strong hand wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. He is not watching the cat, he’s busy with you.

"I know right!" you ignore his advances still, gazing at your new pet with adoration, "I should make him a little hat, he’d look so sweet."

"Yeah, fuck, you’re so sweet…" Si keeps kissing you, moving between your neck and your shoulders, which are hidden inside his old tshirt.

"He’s so cute," you grin, stroking the back of the kitten’s head until it purrs, "I love him so much… he’s my baby."

That catches Simon off guard. He would never admit it to anyone, but he loves it when you call him your baby. He’s the only one you should be calling baby. This cat is stealing his girl. [gasp]

Si shoots the kitten a death stare.

"Oh yeah, he’s your baby?"

"Yeah, he’s the cutest…"

"Mhm. I’m sure," he pouts. When you’re not looking, he glares at the cat and points from his grey eyes to its little beady ones, like he’s trying to intimidate it.

A few days later, the two of you fall asleep together, with Simon spooning you and holding you close. But you forgot to shut the door. So your boyfriend is rudely awakened by a very small, scruffy kitten stomping on his chest.

"No, oi, get off of me," you can hear him grumbling sleepily as you start to stir, alongside the cute chirping of your kitty.

"Listen, Vegeta- cat. Stupid name anyways. We can’t have you disturbing the Mrs, alright?"

You can hear him pause until he hears the kitten meow softly in response.

"Tha’s right, soldier. She’s my Mrs, not yours, and if you so much as try to change that, I will never let you see her again. My girl. Mine," he pouts.

The kitten meows again, as if he’s responding to Simon’s orders. You have to try your hardest not to giggle, biting your lip in the dark as you listen to your big, tough boyfriend have an argument with a little kitten.

"Alright, now leave the lady alone." You almost think you can hear him plant a kiss on the cat’s head before he sets it down at the side of the bed.

You’re away for the weekend, visiting family, without your boys (Simon and the kitten). :(

Simon’s fine, he’s a tough guy, he has no issue being alone - that is, until he’s poorly and he needs you to cuddle him and make him tea. But you’re not there, and talking to you over the phone only makes him feel worse.

So he resorts to laying in bed, in the shade, trying to nap. Poor boy feels too ill to do anything else (he has the man flu).

With the back of his hand over his forehead, one leg over the covers and one leg under, not quite sure whether he’s awake or asleep, he closes his eyes and frowns. A little black ball hops up onto his bed, waking him up a little.

It plods around in a little circle, looking around and exploring its new environment. When Veggie spots Simon, he waddles over curiously, his little feet sinking into the soft duvet cover.

"Hey, cat," Simon smiles softly, watching the fluffy baby wander and get closer to his face. It looks up into his eyes, chirping, and brushes its fur against his cheek before settling into the crook of his neck.

He chuckles, closing his eyes as the tiny guy curls into a ball against him. The rivalry isn’t quite over for Simon, but that funny looking kitty is a little piece of you, and he’s happy to have its affection.

When you come home, it’s to the two of them, cuddled up on your bed. Silently, you change into a t-shirt and slip into bed behind Simon, planting a little kiss on his cheek.

"Told you he was cute."

how i imagine your kitten 💗

i spent way longer on this than i thought i would but it’s so cute and i loved writing it! hope you enjoy lovieeees

[hopelesslonelyghost]

has anyone seen those tiktoks where it goes “if i die don’t look for me i’ll come to you?” and it’s like a cat or a puppy….

yall know where this is going …..

:)

what if you spoke about that with your boys. just randomly one afternoon when all five of you are chilling in the living room watching a movie and you’re just like, “if i die i’ll come back as a cat” and they all just whip their heads towards you and you’re like “what?”

the only one who bites the bullet is simon, who snorts and asks, “wha’ type o’ cat would you be, love?” and price is lowkey highkey glaring at him because why the fuck is he encouraging this?

you just shrug, “i think maybe a black cat. i’ve always had a soft spot for them.” and that was the end of the conversation because the movie got to the good part and you shushed everyone.

what if you died on a mission. ambushed and shot dead in front of your squad. just like that, you’re gone.

what if one day a couple of months later when your boys are visiting your grave they’re all sat on the grass when all of a sudden a black kitty comes meowing up to kyle and immediately jumps in his lap and begins to purr and knead at his jeans.

what if all of them just freeze because they remembered that conversation you all had years ago about you coming back as a cat. a black cat.

what if kyle picks the kitten up, staring at it with tears in his eyes and just holds the tiny feline up to his face and whispers, “you really came back.”

what if they take the kitty home, bathe her and cuddle her until she falls asleep.

what if they all cry themselves to sleep that night because they just miss you so much but you really kept your word because even in the afterlife you’re right there in the form of a rambunctious kitten that loves to sun gaze just like you did. that loves to sit on their laps just like you did. that loves to nap at all hours of the day just like you did. that loves to sometimes spend time alone just like you did. that loves to leave wet kisses on their cheeks just like you did. that is just as clumsy just like you were.

what if one day they all come home to their fur baby staring at a framed picture they have of you. smiling and trying to cover your face from the camera. they remember you weren’t fast enough, and that flick of you is now one of their most precious memories.

what if the little void looks back at the boys and chirps a soft greeting. happy to see them back and running over to them and rubbing themselves against their feet, welcoming them back home.

WHAT IFFFFFFFFF

[decojellyfish]

OH MY GOD I just fell in love with the blog and not if you are taking requests but if so I would like to suggest a guard dog!Ghost and Abandoned kitten!reader where price maybe adopt the reader and ghost take care of her??

I am so sorry this took so long! But thank you SO much for being my first request/ask! This idea is really cute, I'm sorry it's a bit short, but I hope you like it! Also, I hope this makes up for the angst fic about Dragon! Price lol

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Bonbon

Hybrid AU! TF141 (Retired) Guard dog! Ghost x Kitten! Reader x Owner! Price !!No Romance For Obvious Purposes!!

SFW ~ Fluff

Warnings: None!

───♡───────────── Beginning

10:30 AM. That was the time John Price would go grocery shopping every day. Today’s list was a few ingredients for tonight’s dinner, more rawhide for his rescue dog, Ghost, and paper towels. What he didn’t expect to be suddenly added to the list, after he had just bought and paid for his groceries, was a kitten. Today, Price had to take a different route to the grocery store. The usual trail he would take was under heavy construction, much to his dismay. But he still managed to get to the store. About 4 minutes after leaving the store, he passed by a short alleyway. Now, no one ever really pays any mind to alleys. Until a noise comes from said hypothetical alleyway. And that’s just what happened. A little grunt, followed by a small cry, and then the sound of a takeout box crashing onto the ground. It made the retired captain stop in his tracks and turn his head to look into the dark alley. He could only hear tiny little munches now, and he could only make out the tiniest little figure in the void. Price made sure to be careful with his steps, he could tell that this little thing could be easily startled. Then he finally realized what he had come across.

It was a you! A little kitten and a very hungry one at that. You were munching on someone’s thrown-out, moldy, spaghetti, your tiny little fangs doing the best they could at tearing the pasta apart. It didn’t seem like you’d been there for that long, considering how young you looked. You remained in a little cardboard box, that appeared to be your makeshift home. It was filthy and withering away, like the blanket you had too. And your clothes. And you in general. You were a very dirty kitten. It didn’t help that your being hungry all the time caused you to be a messy eater.

By the time you had realized a big thing had snuck up behind you, your face was already coated in marinara. You snapped your head to look at the big creature and quickly folded your ears back and fluffed your little tail up. You hissed with all your might, knowing that you were probably the scariest thing this large figure, well over five times your size, had ever seen. Price only looked at you, taking in your starving appearance. Eating tossed food was unhealthy for a young thing like you. Surely, he had to have something on him that would make you trust him. He set his bags of groceries down and searched his pockets. He was relieved when he found one of those strawberry bonbons in his back pocket. You know, the ones that only grandmas seem to have. He unwrapped it and set it down in front of your hissing form. He would then grab his bags and slowly back away, watching for any kind of movement that came from you. After what felt like ten minutes, you would sneak up to the bonbon. Cautiously, you would reach your little hand out to it and snatch it right into your mouth. Price was almost terrified, thinking you would choke on it with how disparate you were for this little piece of candy. But thankfully, you didn’t. You would sit there and just let the hard candy melt in your mouth. This tasted so much better than moldy pasta. You looked up at the guy who gave you this candy, reaching up and making grabby hands for more. Price was relieved at your reaction, taking it as an okay that you wanted to be picked up. So he scooped you up into his arms and began the journey home.

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Ghost could already smell his owner through the door, peeved that he was a little later than arriving home on his usual time. But something was off about Price’s smell. There was an additional scent, something he’d never smelled before. It was a rancid smell, especially overwhelming due to his strong nose. Whatever Price was bringing home, it needed to either be cleaned or immediately disposed of. The door opened, and Price would quickly set his bags of groceries down before going into the bathroom. Ghost would pause, processing that he’d just seen his owner with what looked like a tiny human. Had he been seeing a mistress of some sort??? Ghost would’ve known, he would’ve smelled some perfume on his owner by now. He continued to think about it while he took the groceries and began to put them away in the kitchen.

Price had drawn a bath, ensuring the water was warm but not scalding. You were sitting on the bath rug, looking around the bathroom you were in. The large dog man sitting in the doorway wasn’t that subtle, so you looked at him too. You looked at him for a long time, mostly because he’d been staring at you for a while. It was like a staring contest between the two of you. “That should be good.” Price said to himself, turning around to you. He watched the silent stares between you and Ghost, causing him to chuckle before he picked you up and gingerly set you down in the warm, bubbly water. You mewed and squealed in protest like any other cat would. Price would quietly shush you as he began to mush shampoo into your hair and tail.

After your little bath, during which you spent a good chunk of it verbally disapproving until you realized it wasn’t doing anything. Now, you were content. You’d been swaddled up in a large towel, your hair air-drying as you rested on the couch. Price could tell you were happy because you sounded like an active car engine. You were purring, and you were purring loud. You hadn’t felt this warm and cozy since… well, you’ve never been warm or cozy once in your life. You were always cold, hungry, and never comfortable. Now, you had this random guy clean all the dust, dirt, and grime off of you and now he was preparing food for you. And yeah, this big dog who’s constantly trying to figure out why you suddenly appeared in his home. But you were willing to put up with him. Eventually, Price came back with a small plate filled with soft foods. He would spoon-feed you a bit of squishy rice to which you happily ate it up, you were starving. You would loudly purr through your little munches, causing Price to chuckle. “This must be a lot better than the rubbish you were stuck with earlier, yeah?” You wouldn’t respond, but still purred and opened your mouth for another bite, to which Price readily spoon-fed you some more.

Ring ring! The sound surprised all three of you, Price was getting a phone call. “Agh, work…” He grumbled when he checked the caller ID. “Ghost, why don’t you feed the wee one for a bit, hm?” He handed the plate and small spoon to his big scary dog, to which, he begrudgingly agreed as it looked like he had no choice. Ghost looked down at you as Price stepped away to take the call. You looked up at him, both of you resuming your staring contest. Until you meowed, impatiently. Ghost rolled his eyes, hastily feeding you a spoonful of pudding. The sweetness of the dessert surprised you, you’d never had a dessert that was fresh, cold, and not coated in mold or garbage juices. You immediately meowed again, demanding more. This big monster of a dog couldn’t believe he was being bossed around by this little kitten! But alas, he fed you another spoonful of pudding, then rice, until the whole plate was empty.

About 10 minutes later, Price returned to the living room. He was pleasantly surprised by the scene that beheld him. You were curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly while Ghost was curled around you and loudly snoring. Price could only chuckle to himself, shaking his head before he grabbed a blanket. He placed it over you and Ghost and relaxed on the couch as well.

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Ghost woke up, immediately alert when he couldn’t smell you. He could hear Price in the kitchen, cooking up dinner for that night. The dog-hybrid got up and began his search for you, faintly being able to smell you from down the hall. Peering into Price’s bedroom, he could see that the television was on. It was set to a children’s cartoon channel, and then he saw you. You were swimming in one of Price’s shirts, making biscuits out of his fluffy blankets as you happily watched cartoons. He would walk up to the bed, sitting on the side of it. His weight caused the bed to dip on one side, making you almost roll over if it wasn’t for Ghost panicking and swiftly holding you in place before he moved to the center of the bed, balancing the weight out. It didn’t phase you, you just went back to making biscuits. It made Ghost chuckle, your nonchalant-ness. Price entered the bedroom after about an hour, ready to announce that dinner was ready. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw you and Ghost playing together. He was using one of his old toys that he had held onto since he was a puppy, playing tug of war with you. Obviously, he was going easy on you, his grasp on the toy limp while you were gripping the toy between your teeth like your life depended on winning. But it made him smile when he saw how happy you would get every time you won each round.

But he would definitely make it harder to win when you grew up.

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If you have any requests or asks, feel free to submit them! And thank you again, anonymous, for being my first request!

[grlpartdoll]

errrmm idk i have been feeling sluggish and kitty-like all day so I decided to indulge in some fantasies. poly141 with kitty reader who's just a wild, feral little sleepy princess. *mdni* and also be aware of mentions of violence as well as tiny bits of smut! I scribbled this like a madman with his poetry back in the days, under candlelight, breathing feverishly, needing it out of me like some kind of demon needing to be exorcised. So needless to say it's not perfect, not reread, not corrected. Just some raw piece of my messed up lil head! Okay ^___^ Oki enjoy.

wld u like... Da prequel?

It's no secret that you're the team's secret weapon — some half-wild failed scientist experiment that left you more animal than human. Most people don't know exactly what it is you do, or what has been done to you, but they know that if even Ghost is afraid of you, then they better stay in your good graces.

You're a small thing, compared to those men, though in the real world you'd probably be deemed average sized. But next to them, you're tiny, small, even. You play coy and gentle and kind, never having to lift a finger because your boys do it all for you.

Sometimes you will simply drop, lay in a ball, and catnap. Even if it's during training, or in the mess hall, or meetings.

One time, Price was there with his whole team, including you of course, and you were going over training with the new recruits, and talking about how their lives would be from now on.

Until then, everyone but Price had been quiet, simply looking out for him from behind. Until Gaz felt a tug at his sleeve. As instinct went, the recruits' eyes followed you as you rubbed your eyes, a slight pout on your face as you whined quietly that you were sleepy. Like a cat, you stretched yourself wide a long, though even with your arms up, you didn't surpass the men's heights. Arching your back, you pushed yourself up against him, quietly mewling that you wanted your bed.

Scouting the room, he noticed every seat was occupied, so he simply scooped you up, sent that little secret gaze to Price that told him their princess was sleepy, and simply left.

As the recruits toured the barracks, they found gaz and you splayed across one of the old, vintage couch, with you practically disappearing under Gaz's sweatshirt, your little hands (paws) buried underneath it, with your face shoved in his chest.

On another day, while you were showing the recruits how to spar, paired up with Ghost, you got into a particularly scary position, with him cornering you, with his arm around your throat, and you made that tiny, distressed noise in the back of your throat, and that was all it took for him to let go.

You immediately scampered away once Ghost was done telling the recruits how to do what he did exactly, and dismissing them. You were a bit skittish, like a cat, and when cornered, you often bit— went wild again and scratched eyes out, or anything that you could reach, really, and it often put you back into that violent little headspace. You didn't particularly like that headspace — ironic, that you were in the army, sure, but what else were you meant to do with what you were given? — but since it was Ghost, you let him, though unable to swallow the little noises that escaped you.

And he feels horrible for it — because he never wants to hurt their sweet little girl, and god forbid you actually start to fight back again like you did at first.

So he goes to search for you when he's done, cursing underneath his mask when he can't find you. He eventually does, though, finding you curled up in your room, in the adorned little crate Price and the guys had gotten you. When you got into a particularly bad headspace, you would go into the crate (an old habit instilled in you from your old keeper, who would always put you in the crate if you so much as argued with him) which had been covered in pillows and blankets and little string lights to keep you occupied and your mind empty.

You're curled up in there, holding a little ghost plushie to your chest, murmuring a song.

He sits beside you, and speaks to you, slowly coaxing you out until you're curled up in his lap and putty in his hands once again.

It always takes you a few days to come back to normal, but it's always worth it, because Ghost likes his little kitty.

It's no secret, also, that Price likes a desk pet. That he prefers doing paperwork when you're sitting with him, at his feet, your head serenely splayed across his leg.

That's what you exchange for him filling out your mission reports — he gets some company, and you get to go blissfully head empty when he scruffs you and you kneel for him.

As for Soap, he likes the wild little you, so he takes you with him on runs, where it often ends with him chasing you through the woods surrounding the base, and playing games with you. He will play at any games you want until you're all knackered out, whining for him to carry you when you head back for base. This is how you end up forming a routine with Soap, who naps with you every morning until the sun is finally fully up. Price and the others don't particularly think the habit is healthy — to sleep so much, but it's Soap's fault! He's the one who got you running after him, and from him, all over the base! It's his fault you're such a sleepy, tiny little lass. He feels bad to let you sleep it off alone, duh!

But alas,

When you're on the field, you're a completely different person. The best in your field— some might say. This is why, despite your silly antics, and your quite inconvenient sleep schedule, the team keeps you around. (And because they're quite literally crazily in love with you, but.. no one says that. It's casuuuaaaal.)

On the field, you're too active, you swing too hard, claw too deep, and exhaust yourself. And even then, you keep going. You keep running. You're a marvelous sneak artist, getting past thousands of guards. You're a perfect trickster, all it takes is puppy dog eyes and quivering chin from you for enemies to get you inside their strongholds. You're their best sharp shooter, and their best fighter, despite how wild and almost animalistic your fighting style is. You always get the job done, and always do it without hiccups.

But sometimes, of course, not everyone can be perfect. Sometimes, you have so much adrenaline and so much rage built up in you that once the mission is done, you have a hard time disconnecting, you have a hard time stopping your fists from pummeling into an already dead man's face.

You kick and bite and scratch the whole way out as they rip you from dead, cold bodies. Which is exactly why you and the boys have a safe home, where they take you after missions, and fuck you pliant and sweet, bringing you back to the sleepy little wandering creature you are around base.

Soap is the best at it, though, always going full nights at a time with you. Price can go two rounds, maybe four if he's angry with something (never you), Ghost maybe five if he's very pent up and you've been bratting at him, but Gaz and Soap are always the ones that manage to fuck you back into your place the best.

Gaz will be softly murmuring at you, cooing and mumbling sweet words to you while his cock is ramming into your sweet, slick little tight hole, always breaking your walls with the kindest, most softest words, even if each of his thrusts are seemingly bullying your hole into taking him deeper each time he pulls in, and out. In, and out.

But Soap is the one who outdoes your wildness, who bites and scratches like you do, who will let you ride him until you're spent, and then ask for more, bouncing your limp little body on his cock until he cums for the eighth time that night. He's the one who meets every each of your kisses with just as much ferocity, letting it become more of a fight then a sweet, loving gesture — forcing his tongue into your mouth, licking your teeth, nipping at your lips, just plain nasty and gross, until you're both panting and drool is covering both of your chins.

Anyway. I just think it would be a cute little thing, to witness them all match you in different ways.

[ririroro3]

Simon Riley headcanons!

Simon gets a kitten!!

- one random night Simon’s coming back home from deployment and finds a kitten left alone on the curb

- the cat distribution system chose him :’)

- Simon being the pookie wookie kind hearted babie he is (lmao) ends up picking her up and checking around for any injuries before keeping her back on the ground

- “u seem alright. Take care i guess.” Just as he begins walking away he hears the tiny tippy taps of the kitten following him. He pauses looking down at her who waits right next to his gigantic boot-worn feet

- guess who brings her home~?

- Simon will be sitting on the floor to his bathroom, the kitten playing with his shoelaces while hes on his phone searching for ‘how to take care of cat’

- Simon is so absorbed that he doesnt even change after coming home. Just straight away searches for the tiniest cup to serve the kitten some water and empties out a random plastic organiser to be her makeshift litterbox

- I have a feeling Simon wont even bother naming her. Just calling her ‘kid’, ‘little one’, or just simply ‘cat’

- the 141 dont get officially introduced to the new addition to Simon’s life, so theyre surprised when they one day find his vest coat with thin scratched on them

- John is also particularly intrigued when he find Simon in the bathroom with the lower half of his mask undone while his fingers try to remove a strand of cat hair in his mouth muttering “ugh that lil cat”

- when they do finally get to know about his cat its in the cutest and surprising way possible: little kitty accidentally hid herself in Simon’s backpack and got brought to the 141 base

- Simon doesnt allow anybody to hold her more than a minute (and even during that minute he is extremely possessive)

- at night when Simon is particularly tired but not sleepy, he’ll have the cat, now all big and chubby walking all over his chest until she settled to keep her butt close to his face

- “be a little more ladylike, eh?” He uncharacteristically chuckles lightly swatting her butt away. Her purring eventually making him fall asleep

- in the mornings Simon always finds himself either suffocated under the weight of his chubby cat on his chest or finding her sprawled out taking up more than half of the bed

- and no matter how annoyed he acts, Simon loves his little cat <3

[kiwi-channn]

Spoiled kitty

Simon Riley × fem reader

This is Another Simon because I love him...and I love cats

Just trying to convince Simon to buy you a new purse... Because he loves spoiling you~

(reader referred to as "she")

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"You are gonna buy it for me right?"

She gives him her cute weak kitty look.. with her big doe-eyes... Like when a small kitty is asking for more food... And she almost shoves her phone with the purse's photo into his face....

<Simon sighs tiredly and looks away from her... and he grabs her phone and looks closely at the purse… He is still not looking at her eyes... He doesn't want her to affect him... She always has that influence over him... He can't refuse anything she wants... Always losing to her... No matter how he refuses at first... She never leaves him until he agrees to whatever she wants... A new dress, a new bag..etc>

"Come on... Ghosty.. please... Pretty please..."

He groans quietly… “baby.. look.. we just bought a purse like this one last week... It looked exactly the same”...

She frowns and pouts softly... And she puts her hands on her hips…

"No ....lovie .. it's not the same ... It's different... They have different patterns... And this is a different brand okay?.. I want it so baaad..."

He rolls his eyes... And frowns at her.. looking down at her... Trying to tough up.. and be firm with her ...

"Oh.. please.. they are all bags... You don't need it.. do you?... Babe, You bought three bags this month...WE ARE NOT BUYING A NEW ONE."

She groans dramatically... And grips onto his shirt tight as she goes back and forth...she won't give up yet...

"Simon!... No it's not the same... It's different..and you just said it.. just three bags this month!.."she huffs softly and she looks up at him.. trying to convince him... And she pouts softly... And makes a sad whimper... "and the month has four weeks so I gotta buy at least four bags.."

<He groans tiredly.. But he couldn't keep a straight face with his little lovely girlfriend..so he smiles calmly... He knew that he couldn't win against her anyway...

"Bloody Hell…” he sighs tiredly.. “Okay.. okay.. I will get it for you... You win..."

<She chuckles evilly like a little witch… she knew so well that she was gonna win.. Then she hugs him tightly... Wrapping her arms around his waist... And looking up at him…>

"Yes.. I don't lose...I am so impressive~"...

He smirks... And pats her head gently... His other hand held the back of her neck softly, caressing it a bit...

"I know.. little sweets... You just got me around your little finger..."

She smirks proudly .. her cheeks blushing a bit…

“And you don't mind it right?” says with a sweet voice..

He just chuckles and looks lovingly down at her..

"I don't mind it.. But I love it, sweets"

And that's how he bought her the new bag she wanted.... And she happily wears it to their next date ...

[stray-cat-with-internet-access]

[rottweiler1]

❝𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.❞

pairing: 141 x male!reader and maybe some los vaqueros + others

summary: the 141 needed a helping hand to protect the world, only 4 wasn't enough. they decided for a interesting 5th member. and seemingly, the 141's other allies were also intrigued.

word count: 811!

cw: violence, normal cod gore, angst, poorly translated scottish from google.

update:

A/N: part 3!!! i had to take a small break, watched kung fu panda tday and got some pretty nice stuff from the mall, fuck yeah. off topic from there but enjoy reading this!-rottweiler

3/?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

dino headed out to the jet with the 141 by his side, shuffling down his seat, the jet took off as the rumble started to shake towards the jet making him lay his head back as the others talked. simon 'ghost' riley was quiet as usual towards the others but sometimes talked out. price was just telling his (sons) to shut the fuck up and piss off.

dino then felt the jet shake with some turbulence as dino groaned, he couldn't get too angry otherwise his spikes would stab the leather from behind his seat like chopping meat. if only he could take them off right now. the jet landed down in a rough landing as everyone got up, dusting, stretching whatever.

the doors opened to reveal a group, soap then waved and yelled as some man looking in his late 30's hugged him and with one of those handshakes that seem oddly painful but dino shrugged. it was normal in the military life. price chuckled gruffly before the man said: ❝ayee, price my man!❞ the man hand shaked the captain with his grin.

dino then had some different opinions, he cant lie alejandro's voice was attractive.. reminded him of one of those mexican cultured movies he'd watch as a kid. dino then crossed his arms as ghost greeted him, so did gaz with a nod. alejandro noticed the giant with a gasp before saying. ❝hey, who the fucks that?❞ dino glanced at alejandro before saying. ❝dino.❞ he said one word and alejandro froze.

the voice made him shocked before grinning. ❝rudy, ya gotta come hear this voice!❞ the man named rudy walked beside alejandro, before rudy was talking with the members of the los vaqueros. ❝..huh?❞ dino said bluntly with a blink as rudy blinked. ❝fucking hell.. his voice is very.. wow.❞ rudy whispered to alejandro before reaching out a hand, soap then wrapped his arm around rudy's shoulder.

❝i'm rudy-❞

❝he's rudy!❞

they both looked at eachother and laughed it off, earning a chuckle from alejandro and gaz.. a small grin from price and ghost. dino must've missed a lot before groaning quietly.. he had no time for games and shit. alejandro interrupted his thoughts. ❝las says they call ya dino!❞ dino stared before nodding, it was pretty obvious from the spikes on the back, no?

alejandro reached out his hand as dino shook it with a stare.. pulling back, dino left. thats all he needed to know. soap then said. ❝sorry mates, dino's a lil version o' simon!❞ simon growled as alejandro laughed. a mini version? fuck no, impossible for simon to even have a son..

meanwhile..

dino was in the room they're temporarily staying in, making dino a bit uneasy since its not his usual bed, still creaky though! whats the difference? dino then huffed before taking out his phone out of his bag, staring at the texts from his sister. dino then replied:

kittarioo..!! ; my dear pretty ugly brother, i need some task force pics pretty please!

dizzo!! ; kiss on a dick.

kittarioo..!! ; just show me pictures of those men, they're really hot ya know!! give me some.

dizzo!! ; woah woah, is my own sister thirstin for some fucking military men fucking dick?

kittarioo..!! ; fuck off being gay but sendd!!

dizzo!! ; dizzo sent 4 attachments.

kittarioo..!! ; thanks, dino fucker!!

dizzo!! ; piss off.

dino then groaned, shoving the phone back in his bag, shuffling on his bed as he laid his head against the cushion, crossed arms behind his head that was making his head laying on. dino wondered if he would ever get to meet his sister.. dino got up before putting on his mask and sunglasses as someone knocked.

❝hey, dino. price is calling everyone to gathering with the los vaqueros, better hurry now.❞ gaz said and smiled, walking off as his footsteps went faint. dino then followed, fixing his green camo gloves. gaz opened the doors before taking seats, dino sat inbetween soap and rudy, simon was across him. dino glared and simon did back.

❝ya fuckers cant even get your rivalry postponed? we have a fucking timer to save the world.❞ price interrupted as simon and dino gazed back at price. ❝alright, now were gonna..❞ price kept going on and on as dino was gonna sleep, closing his eyes. dino was quietly sleeping for atleast 16 minutes before someone hit him.

dino growled and hit them back hard thinking its an enemy. turning out its just soap.. and with his slightly crooked nose. ❝fuck.. sorry.❞ dino said as he rubbed his temples, alejandro and rudy made sure soap was okay.. then the others eyed dino. their strength is strong, no lie. dino then went up to his room, made a lie. ( had imaginations.. about.. punching.. dinos. )

dino closed the door before grabbing pills, shoving down his throat, he had hallucinations, overworked hallucinations.. it wasnt long till the deployment starts.. would dino be fine?

the day of the deployement.

shuffling into the jeep, dino was large so he had to somehow fit.. so the jeeps roof was open, letting him see all the building and citizens from here. soap then said. ❝taking this fucker down is easy, just got my muscles not through rough training is all.❞ soap said, smug. alejandro laughed, ghost glanced at soap with a smile. you couldnt see it.

but rudy knew when he looked at ghost in the top view mirror.. the eyes of his lifted.

then they arrived at the destination, all devices were set.. ammo? set.. they sent dino in first because he was more the bigger and used as a body shield. on dino.

they were in a laboratory was where it took them to, there was just glass shatter.. ❝looks like they raided the place.❞ gaz said before slowly walking inside, price then went to the locked door before saying. ❝ on me. ❞ price kicked down the locked door before rushing inside, ghost went the other way to clear the room. gaz and soap followed in, and the others did too. the room was filled with gaurds, scientists hiding from this 2nd raid.

dino then shot someone, snapped their neck before kicking their body, shooting someone from behind without a care. fucking assholes. ❝ careful, theres snipers. ❞ dino said before someone tried to choke him with something, he then stabbed the guy with his spikes on his back before kicking some asshole infront.

ghost then shot someone right in the head before multiple came out from the corners. ❝ fuck! theese whiskies. ❞ ghost growled before killing the last person in another room. the soldiers infront seemed to know him with fear and bravery, they decided to risk it. to defeat THE ghost? pathetic.

gas then shot people with a pistol as someone kicked his pistol away, alejandro shot the guy. the pistol was far away. ❝ COVER FOR ME! ❞ gas yelled before alejandro nodded, gas slid on the ground past the killed soldiers quick and took his gun and placed it in his holster. he then eyed a better gun and took it before shooting someone who was behind alejandro.

soap and rudy was eachothers back to back, shooting them down before splitting, soap ran past ghost before stealing a knife from his pocket before stabbing someone in the head then slit someones throat and shot up someone.

rudy then punched someone, kicking them in the crotch as they whined before shooting them in the head. there was more? rudy could take them all with alejandro beside him. ❝¿quieres joder conmigo? vamos.❞ (wanna fuck with me? come on.)

price then spoke in the radio. ❝ more soldiers coming then we expected, get your arse upstairs. we're not taking evac yet, over. ❞

everyone then ran upstairs to see scared scientists in the lab rooms from the glass as the group walked to the exit stairs like badasses.. well thats what johnny would say.

they went upstairs with price, running before heading to the last floor they needed to retrieve the files about the group and.. ❝come on L.T, what if they go' chips? ❞ ghost grumbled before saying. ❝its a lab, not a fuck for 1 free chip gig.❞ ghost followed the group before footsteps were heard.

they all stopped before whipping out guns incase, dino then growled before getting infront of the team as a bodyshield, someone came down from the vents with style before whipping out the gun.

❝ kitty. ❞ dino growled at the woman with a grin on her face.

❝ dino. ❞ dino then tapped his foot with steady combat, guns aimed at her..

gas asked. ❝ they know eachother? ❞ price and ghost grumbled quietly before saying in unison:

❝ they're siblings. ❞

[kittycandles]

Yeah he's a war criminal but he would literally buy you a stuffie

[queenhunter102]

Life update

Hello, my little loves! I apologise for not posting as of late. Two slight life-altering things have happened, and because of the situation, my drabbles and stories have taken a back seat. For the time being, I am hopeful that I can still find time to write when I return. (Which Shouldn't be too far away.) I am just trying to wait until the dust settles before I return. You know? Anyway! Meet the life altering things in my life

Luna and Molly

[alternativefriend]

Okay, someone didn't tell me how good Ghosts is. I'm not even kidding, I forced my mum to watch all of Season 1 with me last night. And also, WHY IS THERE SO LITTLE THOMAS THORNE/READER FICS ON AO3??? I'VE READ ALL BUT TWO BECAUSE THEY WERE OF MULTIPLE CHARACTERS???? HELP??? I NEED MORE!!

[brokenpieces-72]

Dim Lights

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TW: dark imagery, very dark visuals, like dang my brain went kind of fucked doing this one.

By now you’re bloody exhausted. You’ve been sitting around the pool table going over everything with Laswell, Charly and Alex. Everything you know, everything they know and putting everything together that will fit. Charly and Alex were playing pool while you were fighting to stay awake, Ghost’s cat curled up in your lap.

Alex may be off the force now, but he still has some friends in the right places who can get evidence. Evidence that can let Farah go free, and maybe give you an edge on your current case. If you could put the officers on the boats without proof they were undercover you could at least reduce the sentence, maybe hope for bail. Laswell could represent them in court but even then it’s still a matter of proving them innocent. There were still two components you needed to make everything else work.

Nolan, and the key.

“If we have Nolan we can bring down Makarov a lot easier.” Charly comments.

“Milena’s dealings going public would make funding a lot harder.” Alex suggests.

“No.” You manage to say, half awake. They look over at you. “Makarov is away, that’s my time limit to solve this case properly.”

“If you solve this case properly, they will all be imprisoned.” Laswell reminds you.

“You know what I mean. I need to get evidence that solves this in their favour.” You say.

“Proving Makarov is behind it will do that.” Laswell says.

“Trying to prove someone like Makarov is corrupt will take too long, I don’t even want to think about what he is doing right now. I want to focus on getting the guys out. Plan a is to solve this case, plan b is doing it the ugly way. Plan c is last resort.”

“What’s plan b?” Alex asks, though he’s already guessing.

“Breaking them out.” You say, nonchalant. Charly smirks at that. “It’s more idea b, cause I don’t know how I would break them out.”

“What’s plan c?” Alex asks leaning on the pool cue.

“Not sure I want to think about it, and it’s only there if I can’t figure this out before Makarov comes back and takes the case into his own hands.” You exclaim. “Right now they’re the only ones who can put him in the ground, as eye witnesses. Makarov knows that, and since he’s taking time off it means he’s planning for them.”

The three could have guessed that, but they stay silent for your thoughts to be out loud and in the open. The silence also leads you to realize something.

“He’s digging their graves.” You say out loud. The other three had considered that but didn’t want to think about it. If Makarov couldn’t get a conviction or confession in his favour he’d make his own judgement. Your father had been on the other end of that judgement. You had to work quickly.

You need to get them out.

“I don’t care what we have to do. If I find Nolan and get him to cough up what he knows, we can redirect their reason for being there. Need him to cough up everything about that night.” You say.

“You vs the big ugly brute doesn’t look good for ya love.” Charly says. “You’re going to want help.”

“Where do we start looking?” You ask.

“I’ll ask around.” Alex says. “We need to find him and fast.”

You nod absently, looking down to see the cat was wiggling on her back. You gave her some belly scratches, welcoming the distraction. Laswell sighs, and stretches.

“I’ll need to get to work putting a defence for John together. Alex, get whatever you can and I can add it.” Laswell says, getting a nod from Alex.

“Call me when you find the ugly fuck.” Charly says, heading for the door with Laswell. Alex smirks before turning back to you once the door closed behind the two women. He sees you still playing with the cat, lost in thought. He sets the cue aside and lowers himself on to the couch. Alex fiddled with his prosthetic leg getting comfortable on the couch with you.

“Graves talked to me about what happened.” Alex says. You stop for a moment and then go back to playing with the cat, making her paw at your fingers. He moves a bit closer so he’s beside you on the couch. Alex is propped on his elbows leaning forward.

“How’s Farah?” You ask. Alex looks back at you and then forward again.

“Herself. She’s strong and her charges are minor. Push comes to shove I can cough up the money for bail. Means she’ll be on a leash though.” Alex says thinking about her. He can’t deny her determination. You’ve seen how he looks at her. The way she looks at him. There’s a beautiful respect there.

“How are you doing?” He asks. You stop playing and the cat rolls back over looks up at you. You shrug, unsure what to say.

“I thought I was fine with breaking the rules. I want to do this the right way but… I’m not my father.” You say, still thinking about what Price said.

“Your father got help from Price.” Alex says, seeing your expression. “Price got help from you.”

“Whole lot of shit it did for him.” You say, getting a small lump in your throat.

“You’re helping him now.” Alex says.

“Because Ghost helped me.” You argue.

“So did your father.” Alex says.

“But I’m not him!” You protest, your eyes tearing. “I’m not my dad, and I don’t want to be. I don’t get a choice anymore, I have to be my dad so I don’t get myself killed. I need to be dad or I lose everything my dad ever built, everything he ever left me with. And all I’m doing is sitting here, praying for a miracle to happen because I don’t know what else I can do. For all I know Nolan is already with Makarov, hiding away somewhere! If I… if I had just kept my stupid mouth shut, left Graves out of it, then none of this would have happened! I wouldn’t be alone…”

It feels good to let it out, even if hurts. You just don’t know what else to say. Alex listens and lets you get it out. Not the first time he’s been a shoulder to cry on.

“Y/n. We are going to beat Nolan until he spills more than his guts. You are not alone, you don’t need to be and you sure as hell shouldn’t be tonight.” Alex says. You sniff, and use your hoodie sleeve to wipe your eyes.

“Come here.” Alex says, and puts an arm on you, holding you tight. You need this. It helps a lot. You and Alex may not be close but he was one of the few you could rely on. You lean into his side and he lets you sit there with him, crying it out. The cat turns in your lap, and reaches up, head butting you. You give her some pets as she nuzzles into you.

“Feeling a little better?” Alex asks. You nod, sniffling a bit more.

“Thank you.” You croak.

“You have any blankets?” He asks. You look up at him. “Not leaving you alone in a safe house like this that’s for sure. Tomorrow we can start looking for answers. Sleep first, food in the morning, and then we get evil.”

“You’re not your father… you’re not your father… you’re not your father…”

You’re sitting across from Ghost at first and the key is on the table. Ghost has his balaclava, and suddenly is behind you with the key dragging across your throat. You feel yourself choking on something warm and thick. Suddenly you’re shoved to the ground.

You’re in the warehouse again, with Alejandro and Rudolfo staring down at you, skull masks on their faces. Everything around you is a blur.

“You’re not your father…”

As you stand up you feel a hand gripping your arm leading you past the two Los vaqueros. They stare you down, and you feel like the wind is knocked out of you. You can’t make out the person dragging you to a car, more focused on walking. Every step is heavy, and as you get closer to the familiar car you feel nothing but guilt. You see Gaz opening the door.

“You’re not your father.”

You get in the car, and see Soap in the front seat. The drive feels long and unending. Your head is foggy and you keep hearing voices. As you approach a building you start to panic. Not here. Not here. Anywhere but here!

“You’re not your father.”

You’re back home. It’s late. Not here. Please not here.

“You’re not your father.”

You see the door open, and Graves walks in, shirt covered in blood. When you look past, you see Farah on the ground, completely still. You hear a hauntingly familiar voice call out. When you turn you see yourself, as a little kid running towards Graves. When you look back you see Makarov holding younger you in a hug.

You reach for yourself, wanting to pull yourself away but some grabs you hand. You look back and see him.

“You’re not your father… you’ll never be your father.”

Price stares into your eyes and you feel nothing but hopelessness. You turn back and see the younger you being picked up by Makarov. No you can’t let him take you. You try to fight against Price but he holds you close, your screams are muted.

No. No you have to save them. You keep struggling and freeze. There’s a gun to your head.

“You’re not your father.”

The gun fires.

Alex hears you moaning and comes into your room, shaking you awake. You’re twisting and writhing, crying out, begging for someone to let you go.

“Kid! Wake up! Wake up!” Alex says. You wake and cry out, lashing out. Alex is able to work quickly and take you by the wrists, pulling you into a hug. Your heart is pounding and your mind is racing as Alex helps you ground yourself, hushing you and keeping a firm hand on the back of your head.

“Just a dream… it’s only a dream.” He says over and over, even after you put your arms around him, clawing at his shirt.

Then why do you still feel hopeless.

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[malereader-inserts]

Living With Ghosts

Fandom: BBC Ghost Pairing: Ghosts & Male!Reader Summary: Meet the new resident of Button House, Alison's brother: (Y/n). Word Count: 1,431

It's not the first time that the ghost saw Alison prepare the whole maniacally, but it surely was a rare sight to see Mike also faffing around the house. Alison hadn't been able to talk to them for the past two days, so they had no idea what was happening.

"Perhaps another wedding!" Kitty suggested, tightening herself and swaying at the thought of another wedding happening, "Oh, I do love weddings!"

"Nah," Julian dismisses loudly from his armchair, "They would have set it up by now, I'm hoping they're hosting some se-"

"She would never stoop to that level!" Fanny proclaimed, interrupting at the right time, Julian rolled his eyes - not even trying to argue back.

The group started to brainstorm as to why Alison was acting in this way, they were so caught up in their thinking that they completely missed out on the car that was parked outside. But, they managed to catch Alison running through the room to answer the door. The ghost all shared a look before running to catch up with her, to see who was on the other side.

"Hey!" Alison excitedly greeted, engulfing the newcomer in a hug,

"Who is this man!" Thomas gasped, his hand on his chest as he work a surprised look, "Though, I do admit he is a fine gentleman."

"You can say that again," The captain mumbled, causing him to shrink at the looks of his fellow ghost, he cleared his throat, "Alison, who is this man?"

But, she ignored them as she pulls out of the hug. She looks at you, examining you as she playfully messes up your hair.

"God, I've missed you (Y/n), come in! Mike has tea ready for us."

"Oh good," You softly say, the ghosts were taken aback by your voice. It was like a low rumble, but it was gentle, "I'm starving."

Alison ushered you along before giving the ghost a pointed look, the ghosts ignored her look and followed her along, asking questions about you and how she knows you.

"Just through there, I'll be in there in a minute," Alison says before closing the door and sharply turning to the ghosts. She lowers her voice so you couldn't hear her behind the door, "Guys, what is it?"

All at once the ghost starts their questions before Alison gives them a pointed look, they shut up, glancing at each other before one of them musters up the courage to ask her questions.

"Who is that?" Pat finally says as Alison sighs then smile, "You're awfully close to him."

"That's my brother (Y/n), he'll be living in the button house."

"Why?" Robin asked as Alison looked like she was at her wit's end, she looks over to the rest of the ghosts, who were just as annoyed that there will be another habitant.

"Look, I'll tell you later, just don't-"

Alison comes into the kitchen to see you and Mike conversing. The ghost all followed her in, watching you. They all seem to have the same plan to see if you were worth living in the same space as them - despite not seeing them.

Dinner went well, Alison had opened a bottle for your arrival and it was lovely to see her again. You missed your sister as you decided to move out of the country to start your business, you had made enough money that you could return home and continue your business out of the country. Alison begged you to stay in the Button House, as it was big enough to have two growing families. With your money, you and Alison had come up with a plan to renovate the whole place as you would do anything to make her happy.

You knew that Alison inherited the house as you were also informed about it, but as you were out of the country, you couldn't take the house. You were thrilled to hear that Alison took it up. She would update you on her life through messages, calls and emails. After a while, you started sending her money to fix up the place, but she would always return the money.

"Ali, you're my only family," You poked her, as she rolls her eyes, "I'm glad you can get to renovate it to your heart's content."

"He's rich?" Fanny proclaimed, before stomping towards Alison, "You're renovating the house?"

"Well, it's your money, but, I want your input. It's just as important as ours, seeing you're living here too!" Alison hummed, as Mike gives her a look, "What?"

"You'll have to get the ghosts' input as well," Mike reminded her as she smacks his arm, "Ow!"

"Ghosts?"

Alison sighed as if she had been defeated as she turns to look over to you, as you raised your eyebrow in amusement. She looked around the kitchen, looking at the ghost around her.

"It's an old house and would you believe me that I could see them?" Alison says as you silently look at her, "I know, I might sound insane, but there are ghosts that live here as well, and they all have their own rooms."

You looked at her silently, she was fearing your answer - if you had one. But, the ghosts looked at each other, and all wanted to crowd around you as if you could even feel their presence.

"Well," You cleared your throat, "Could you tell the caveman to stop looking at me, he's been breathing down my neck since we started eating."

Robin almost screamed at you, before Alison almost reached across the table for answers. But, you look unphased as you drank the last of your wine, you reach out to grab the bottle but your sister grabs your wrists.

"You can see them?"

"From the moment you opened the door," You answered honestly, "And I can hear them as well, I must say, The Captain - is it? He has a lovely voice to listen to."

"Oh! Why thank you," If he could he would blush at your compliment, "You would make a rather great soldier."

You chuckled to yourself to hear him reply to you, and Mike looked at his wife and brother-in-law as if they were mental.

"And I heard every little question they had, whilst you were showing me the way to the kitchen," You continue as Alison releases you, allowing you to pour yourself another glass of wine, "I managed to catch all their names - what a funny bunch of ghosts, I might add."

She sighs before her eyebrow raised inquisitively, "How are you so calm about seeing ghosts?"

"Ali, no offence, but you're a bit dense," You joked, leaning back on the kitchen chair, "Remember that near-death experience I had when we were little? And since then, I've been telling you I could see ghosts and like interact with them-"

"I thought you were joking," Alison softly lets out a breath, before a fire started in her eyes, "That means you can talk to them as well! This is great!"

"Is it?" The ghosts all spoke in unison in confusion.

"You can talk to them and we can get all their input about the renovation, plus, you'll start to like their little quirks. I would tell you all about them, but I guess you can ask them yourself."

You nodded, clearing your throat, "Yeah, well, I'm staying for...well, forever, I guess I have all the time in the world to ask them about their lives."

"He's nice," Pat concluded, the ghost was having one last meeting before retreating to bed, "I like him."

"He has lovely eyes," The captain slipped out before quickly saying, "I like his presence, I think it is smashing that we have another person to talk to."

"Well, I think I get dibs on talking to him tomorrow," Thomas announced, as the bickering started once more.

Behind the door, you stood there with a small smile on your face. You thought you were an intruder when you agreed to live with Alison and Mike, but you felt yourself relax. Knowing that you weren't an intruder if there were ghosts around.

You went off to your new room, thinking about who you wanted to talk to first - The Captain had a lovely voice but Humphrey does seem to have an interesting background, Pat reminded you of your own dad - which you have missed since his passing so you think he could happily be your first conversation of tomorrow.

You go to sleep cheerfully, knowing there were nine ghosts who were ready to get to know you.

[tassodelmiele]

Noisy little mess

Hi cuties, i'll leave this here for your entertainment.

A little fic i've written just for fun, i don't even know if i'm gonna make it longer or leave it as a one-shot experiment.

Hope you enjoy!

And hope my english is not a mess too

DISCLAIMERS: ReaderxGhost, smut (not so much, but we have masturbation and a little bit of anal fingering, dunno if you may like, but really it's just a hint), dirty talking, chocolate for breakfast, little bit of moans, dom, gym rat character (yes i can't live without weights).

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I believe Simon is that kinda man who starts with the rough way, being the "bad policeman".

At first he doesn't trust you.

Obviously.

You get acquainted, begin to talk more often, share moments together: he drinks his coffee for breakfast, complaining about the lack of tea at the base, while you spend twenty minutes backing your cocoa oatmeal with chocolate on top. He glares at you like you're some sort of stupid child, but eventually he helps you reach the top shelf where someone put your goddamn honey (white sugar is for the weak), since you're a gnome.

And the two of you start to talk. Well, at first you exchange brief comments and monosyllabic answers.

Than some curiosities escape through your lips: about what the hell are you doing at the base (you've appeared from nowhere all of a sudden), why you've chosen the military life (since you really do look like a little happy garden gnome); why he's wearing the scariest of the mask you've ever seen (he won't answer to this, though); why you and Jhonny keep on exchanging slaps on the butt (someone have lost a bet).

The day he'd spotted you make your kinda breakfast for Gaz too (he's got a sweet tooth), you'd ended up baking for the entire task force. And your chocolate get right to their hearts.

He keeps on looking at you with curiosity. Sometimes he thinks you're a little bit…dumb. He thinks it a lot: when you try to open the door with your elbow since you've got fresh nail polish and don't wanna ruin it (in a goddamn military base); when you daydream about where would you like to do a piercing, spending every pause from work looking at pinterest references. When he finds you eating breakfast at 5 am, or laying everywhere on the ground under the sun (he asked you about it, and you answered that you were doing photosynthesis). He does think you live in your magical world made of unicorns and chocolate.

Then he sees you at the gym, deadlifting a goddamn truck, pushing hell with your chest which seemed so little to him, carrying weights that the other rookies could only dream about.

You end every training drained from every bit of energy, doing whatever you have to even if some mornings you'd rather jump from an airplane; and every training finishes with a big smile toward your Lt., which seems so proud of you, a little gnome made out of bricks and chocolate.

He starts to trust you. You've never fought together on a mission, but he begins to look at you as a reliable human being. At least none of his comrades had died 'cause of your breakfast yet, you've never missed a meet, you finish your duties every day. 

The other guys from task force 141 seem to like you like some sort of stray kitten suddenly jumped at the base, treating you like a little one even if you're almost thirty. But it doesn't seem to annoy you, and your weird friendship with Soap and Gaz ends up doing "photosynthesis" together in the little garden spot under Price's office window.

Everything is cool, everything is nice…till something goes wrong.

And there you are, one particularly lonely night, in the precise month period in which you could fuck a light pole (thanking your incoming menstruations), with hormones filling you like a pie and almost dripping from your nose. 

There you are, closing your eyes, lying on the bed with your legs spread, thinking about whatever helps you finish your "necessary duty" as soon as fuck.

There you are, touching you like crazy, rubbing that poor clit of yours just to try gain some peace of mind.

You're usually silent: neither a breath nor a moan. But this time…this time it's too strong, you're too needy, your brain is melting under the pleasure and the smallest, tiniest whine escapes through your lips. 

<Was everything good last night?>

The next morning starts with this question, a large cup of coffee (you've slept like shit), your oatmeal and Ghost's eyes looking at you silently, inquiring, unreadable.

He waits for an answer, and your eyelid glitch.

Fuck

And you know he heard. 'Cause you know, there's no need to ask. 

<No> 

You surprise even yourself by being so honest. You're ready to make something up, even if he doesn't need to know why you weren't good. 

But he stay silent.

And you bury your face in the oatmeal.

The entire day was spent submerged in documents and bureaucracy, so gym had to be done after dinner. You don't feel at ease: even in your oversize jumpsuit it seems that every seam is made just to collide with your sensitive spot, that's still hurting from yesterday night. 

You go straight to the lat machine, charging all of the weight you can, trying to distract your fucked up brain. 

You do the first set: it's hard, but you can handle it.

You do the second: at the third rep, you barely manage to bring the weight midway to you. Your back is pulling at its limits, your eyes are squeezed, lungs are burning with the lack of oxygen…and, at your limit, you open your eyes, looking at the mirror in front of you.

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The reflection of Ghost, incredibly showing his arms muscles in a t-shirt which you've never thought could fit his wardrobe, hit you like a truck. It's not just the arms: it's the veins and tattoos, biceps and strength, it's whatever you'd like to bite and you know you'd let his hands smack your body like a pillow.

All of a sudden.

Just 'cause you do like big muscles.

Or just 'cause you're craving to be touched like a clown fish craves his fucking anemone.

Your arms get weak for one goddamn second: you lose the grip on the weight, and a terribly audible, almost hissed moan runs through the gym.

You bite your lips immediately. That moment will be remembered as one of the shittiest times in your life, and you're wondering if it's better pretending to be dead on the seat, or running away with nonchalance…when your back bumps into something.

You raise your eyes, and he's crouched behind you.

Thank god you're alone.

Thank god you're behaving better than last night.

Thank god you're still sitting on the lat machine, since you wouldn't be able to stand.

<Are you doing it on purpose?>

You shake your head, not daring to speak. You don't know what could get out of your mouth. 

His hands have reached your sweatpants in a blink of an eye, rough enough that you thought you had to say goodbye to the elastic band; he's slipped under your panties, making some sort of low groan as he feels on his gloves how wet you are.

And now he's sailing in your cunt in every direction, making you tremble like an idiot clinged on the machine.

<There's no use in being so fucking silent now. You should've think about it earlier>

He takes his hand off your panties, and for good measure he slaps on your pussy so hard you know it will grow a bruise.

You're swallowing hot air, letting your shoulders bump in small movements as your breath is scattered, fast, hissed through your teeth.

And his already wet hand reaches your mouth, stuffing it with your juices, pressing on your tongue and sliding so deep inside that your throat starts to twitch. Mouth gets wet, filling with saliva, and you desperately try to not choke with his fingers still inside.

But he's got other plans; and leaning so close to your ear that you can feel the texture of his mask, he orders:

<don't you dare swallow, sweetheart>

And you stay still. 

Because you're an idiot? Maybe. A masochist? You've never thought so, but apparently yes.

You stay still while your body jerks by himself on the seat, trying to concentrate on your heavy nose breathing. Saliva drools over your chin in sticky, wet wires, and he collects them on his thumb, pulling them back on your mouth.

<Good girl, so effective in following orders>

You don't even dare looking at the mirror in front of you. Your pussy is a lake, so wet your ass could slip on the panties.

He knows.

And the other hand of him suddenly runs again under your underwear, pressing where the sun doesn't shine, sliding one finger in that hole in such a fast motion that you can't help but cry.

It hurts

It does, but the mixture of pain and arousal is confusing you. Your brain is not working, eyes start to get wet and mouth is choked by your saliva and his fingers, and everything smells like cunt's juices.

He pushes his finger deeper, and you know he's looking at your face through the mirror, dear god. 

His mask brushes again on your ear, on your cheek.

<You're gonna take everything, aren't you? You're tightening your ass pussy around my fingers, cumming on me like the good kitty you are, mucking up my gloves with your stinky juices»

There's nothing really right: the hole isn't the right one, the place isn't the right one, his tone and his attitude are colliding so badly with the picture of him you've got in your mind. 

But somehow you're managing to not question things.

You just can't. You're fried, burned, a little knot of dirty mess and moans choked in your guts and dripping in wetness, all tied in his grip, in his harsh voice, in his rough fingers that are digging everywhere but where you're desperately needy.

And you can't take anymore of it.

It's like hearing yourself from outside when you speak, every words trembled and choked in your saliva that's totally overflowed on your chin:

<please…i…need…>

Your brain doesn't allow you to finish the sentence, and Ghost chuckles on this last spark of dignity you have.

<Speak up kitty> 

He lets another finger slide inside your ass, pushing roughly to make space.

<I can't hear you>

His fingers get out of your mouth, just to spank your pussy again, making you finally break a loud moan.

He grips your throat in his hands, squeezing till he feels every ring of your windpipe under his fingertips.

Then he lets go.

He releases your body all of a sudden, leaving you empty and throbbing, wet and still needy, almost choked by your own saliva. 

And he seems…satisfied, somehow. Satisfied just by your only, lonely moan, wringed out of you with so much diligence.

You, his noisy little mess.

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[gothghostiie]

Any thots on maybe… owner!reader and kitty!Simon?

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si is such a kitty. pointy little ears and a long, fluffy tail that you just cant keep your hands off of. hes so cute even if he's acting all big n grumpy, you'll have him lay in your lap while purring when you scratch that sweet spot between his ears, his tail flicking the air while he just relaxes <3