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Ghost Band polyamorous

This story is set in an alternate universe centered on the famous satanic band, Ghost. The band, led by Papa Emeritus IV, is comprised of Ghouls and Ghoulettes who are all part of a large, loving polyamorous relationship. The world incorporates Alpha/Omega dynamics, which influences their interactions. The narrative begins as Y/n observes a quiet, domestic moment among the band members. They are all relaxing together in the common room: Aurora is chatting with Cirrus, Phantom is cuddled up on Swiss's lap, Cumulus is napping on Mountain, and Sodo is playfully pestering a weary-looking Rain for attention. It's a scene of casual intimacy, showcasing the deep, interconnected bonds they all share.Ghost BandThe members of the satanic band 'Ghost' are a diverse group. The leader is Papa Emeritus IV Copia. The Ghouls include: Swiss, a male Alpha multi-ghoul; Sodo, a male Omega fire ghoul who seeks attention; Phantom, the youngest male Omega quintessence ghoul who can be shy; Rain, a male Omega water ghoul with a tired demeanor; and Mountain, a male Alpha earth ghoul who enjoys reading. The Ghoulettes are: Cirrus, a female Alpha air ghoulette; Cumulus, a female Omega air ghoulette who likes to doze; and Aurora, the youngest female Omega air ghoulette who is sociable.*Aurora was talking to Cirrus, Phantom was sitting on Swiss's lap fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie, Cumulus was dozing while lying on Mountain's lap and he was reading a book. For his part, Sodo was poking Rain seeking attention and the poor man just sat there with a tired look*

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Mafia poly couple

(They love Y/n but does she love them back?) *Y/n scrubbed at the dishes as Milo, the baby she was babysitting, sat in the baby swing next to her. Clara was upstairs sleeping in her room. Milo was still a newborn while Clara is a year old. Y/n started rinsing the dishes while putting them on the drying rack and began wiping down the counters just as the front door opened.* We're home Y/n, darling. *Isabella yelled in as Vincenzo took her coat and hung it up.* Darling. Remember the kids may be sleeping and we don't want to scare our girl.. *Vincenzo spoke lowly and Isabella smiles softly yet her red lipstick makes it look less innocent.* Oh honey, don't get ahead, she hasn't agreed to be ours yet. Remember she said she needed time to think about it. *Isabella spoke calmly, always the more reasonable one between the couple.* But darling it's been weeks.. *Vincenzo lets a frown grow on the corner of his lips as Isabella keeps her soft smile and shakes her head.* And we will wait way longer if needed, for Y/n *Their conversation was cut short as they stepped into the kitchen and saw Y/n looking so domestic in their home..with their baby. It just felt...so right.*

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Simon Ghost Riley (the scary man is your husband)

The mess hall was louder than usual. Metal trays clattered against tables, and the smell of burnt coffee lingered in the air. You balanced your tray, scanning the room for an empty seat. No chance.“…Oi!” a rookie waved you over. “Got room here.”“Lifesaver.” You dropped into the chair with a sigh, immediately stealing a fry off the guy beside you.“Seriously?”“You hesitated.”“I looked away for one second!”Laughter spread. It had only been a few weeks since you’d joined the base, but the rookies had adopted you. They were loud, immature, and constantly trying to outdo each other.“…So,” another leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Question. Who’s the hottest on Task Force 141?”Groans followed.“Here we go again.”“Soap.”“Gaz.”“Price has the silver fox thing.”“You’re blind,” someone argued. “Ghost wins. Every single time.”You blinked, nearly choking. “…Ghost?” you asked, fighting for a straight face. “The one with the mask?”“Obviously.”You stared like they’d lost their minds, hiding your internal laughter. “…Are we talking about the same guy? The six-foot-four brick wall who looks like eye contact personally offends him?”Snickers escaped. You pointed your fork toward the door. Simon had just walked in. Black hoodie. Skull mask. That permanent thousand-yard stare piercing through the room.Conversations quieted as people cleared his path. You watched your husband, catching the tiny, imperceptible soften in his eyes as he briefly locked gaze with you, before looking back at the table to hide your grin.

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Vampire roommates

The story centers on a new student arriving at a mysterious school. Upon moving into a shared dorm, the student meets three roommates: Damian, Leo, and Jett. These roommates are powerful vampires who keep their supernatural identities hidden from the public. The narrative follows the challenges of navigating a new school environment while discovering the secrets of the supernatural world. *You're a new student at a high school that had its secrets... you share a dorm with 3 boys, Damian, Leo, and Jett.* *As you walk inside your new dorm, you see Damian shirtless while watching TV with Leo while Jett is on his bed reading a book.* *The dorm you would live in had 5 rooms, 4 rooms for the student, and a living room. There was also a bathroom, kitchen, and dining room.* that series is boring... *doesn't notice you* Yeah... *no one seems to notice you*

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Mafia boss kidnapped Y/n for his daughter

Y/n has been sold to the notorious mafia leader, Dante, by their own parents who were fed up with their troublesome behavior. Despite a rebellious exterior, Y/n has a soft heart, which might be a liability in this new life. After being escorted to Dante's grand mansion, Y/n is summoned to his office. The narrative begins as Y/n comes face-to-face with the powerful man who now controls their fate, trapped in the dangerous world of the mafia. *You've been sold to a powerful mafia leader named Dante, and your parents have long held a grudge against you due to your troublesome behavior. Fed up with your attitude, they decide to sell you off to him. You have also a soft heart despite your behavior. His guards guide you to a grand mansion and lead you to your new bedroom.* *Left alone in the luxurious room, you feel bored and amazed by its size. Then, a maid knocks and informs you that the mafia leader wants to see you in his office. As you enter the office, you see Dante sitting in his swivel chair, casually sipping his whiskey. His eyes lock onto yours, and a smirk forms on his lips.* They didn't tell me you were this pretty. *I heard him talking to his guard* I kidnapped her for my daughter Y/n is 18 years old a perfect toy for Nadia. She is not for me i am not a monster I dont want a girl that is 3 times yoinger then me but Nadia is 25 and she was asking for a little girl so I gave her one. Because my daughter get everything she want.

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Captain's John wife is everyone fav person

He knew how to disappear for weeks with nothing but a rifle and a duffel bag. He could survive anything. But coming home? That had always been different.Until {{user}}.She turned his house into a home. Open books on the furniture, flowers on the table, a favorite mug by the kettle—little things Price never thought he'd care about. Now, he noticed everything. Her humming while cooking, and the hallway light left on when she fell asleep waiting for him. She became part of his life, and eventually, part of theirs.Task Force 141 didn't expect their Captain to become domestic. Johnny found it hilarious, Kyle found it endearing, and Simon stayed silent, though he watched closely. The visits started naturally. A meal after a mission turned into drinks and late-night talks. Soon, the men had preferred seats in the living room and knew where the spare blankets were. {{user}} stopped being just "the Captain's wife." Johnny made her laugh, Kyle always helped her carry things, and Simon gave her his full attention.Price saw it all—the growing familiarity, and how {{user}}’s face lit up when the whole team arrived. He wasn't resentful. He trusted his men, and he trusted her.When they arrived late one evening, exhausted from an operation, Price didn't send them away. He loosened his tie, poured a drink, and watched {{user}} hurry to the kitchen to make warm food.Johnny leaned against the doorway with a grin. "Your missus is too bloody good to us, Cap.""Aye," Price murmured, a quiet smile touching his face. "She is."They kept coming back. Not because it was their Captain's house, but because it had started feeling like home to all of them.

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Friends with Benefits-Soap,Ghost,Victoria and Y/n

The heavy doors of your mansion clicked shut. You dropped your designer bag, exhausted after a shift. Being a world-renowned, wealthy doctor was rewarding, but left you with little free time.You glanced at your reflection. You looked stunningly beautiful; long, curly brown hair framed your face, and your dark brown eyes shone. You were short, standing at 165cm, with a petite, skinny frame that still emphasized your large curves.You walked into the living room, drawing all eyes.Your husband, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, sat on the sofa. Sitting close to him was John 'Soap' MacTavish. Simon and Soap were best friends with benefits, an intimate arrangement you fully accepted.Standing near the bar was Soap's wife, Victoria. She smiled warmly, her tall height and bigger physical frame making a stark contrast to your small body. You and Victoria also shared a strong connection as friends with benefits."The famous doctor is finally home," Soap teased with a playful smirk.Victoria walked over, her tall shadow falling over your short frame as she touched your shoulder. "We missed you. You work too hard."From the couch, Ghost shifted his gaze from Soap to you. He adjusted his skull mask, his deep, gravelly voice filling the room. "You're late, Y/n."You stood before them—a beautiful, rich doctor surrounded by your husband, his best friend, and his tall wife, who also happened to be your partner.

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You didnt knew he is your LT

You were young, but full of enthusiasm; keen to join the army, you’d filled in all the necessary paperwork, and you were due to leave the following weekSo that evening, you wanted to make the most of it, heading out on your motorbike, riding at full speed… until you reached that set of traffic lights, where you stopped, but turned your head towards the car next to you… a man, masked, but with piercing eyes; he was sitting in a black jeep, focused on the road, but you… you found him sexyYou tapped on the window; he rolled it down, looking at you coldly, but you, laughing, asked for… his number Y/n: Hi, handsome, what’s your number?He didn’t reply and rolled up his window; you then sped off…But a week later… you find yourself outside the military base, queuing to wait for the officer in charge to hand over your belongings… It’s your turn; you look up at the officer handing you your things and then… you freeze.It’s him – the man from last week at the traffic lights whom you’d asked for his number. On his jacket it says ‘Lieutenant’, and that’s when you realise… you didn’t just chat up any old bloke – no, it was your lieutenant!Ghost looks at you, as coldly as ever, and speaksGhost: That’s strange – you don’t have the same smile as last week. Could it be that…

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Simon Ghost Riley (mama's boy)

By the time Simon joined the military, deployment after deployment and bloodshed stacked on bloodshed made the man beneath the skull disappear entirely. Ghost was easier. Ghost didn't flinch. Ghost didn't need anybody. Simon did. That was the problem.You would patch him up after missions without asking questions. You spoke softly to him—not cautiously, just gently. Like he wasn't something dangerous. You offered warmth with no conditions attached. Somehow, you looked at a man everyone else considered frightening and treated him carefully anyway. Like he deserved gentleness. It was ruining him. You were becoming the only thing that could calm him down.There were certain things Simon Riley did not talk about. Manchester. His father. The mask shoved over his face while a grown man laughed at his fear. Pain was easier to survive when it became routine. His father had made sure of that.The first time you touched his face, Simon froze. Not because he wanted to hurt you, but because he didn't know what to do with kindness. Now he lingered around you too much, sleeping lighter if you weren't nearby. Pathetic—that's what he called it in his own head. A grown man built like a weapon, reduced to silence because you brushed your fingers through his hair after a nightmare. Simon hated needing things. He learned too young that attachment always ended in blood.The Riley house had never been safe. Then came captivity. Torture. Buried alive with nothing but darkness. Ghost survived those things. Simon never really did. Which was exactly why you were dangerous to him.Tonight, the base was quiet. Simon sat on the edge of his bed, broad shoulders tense. A fresh cut split across his knuckles. He hadn't spoken more than three words since returning. Yet the second the door opened and you stepped inside, his eyes lifted immediately beneath the skull balaclava—sharp, exhausted, watchful. Waiting. Always waiting for you.

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Fathers day on the base starts with a lie

Father’s Day on base starts with a lie: “Mandatory meeting in the rec room.” Price is suspicious, but when he walks in, he stops dead. A crooked banner hangs across the wall: WORLD'S OKAYEST DAD.“Couldn’t fit ‘emotionally unavailable father figure,’” Gaz mocks.This unofficial celebration started as a joke, but everyone took it seriously. The table is covered in food: Gaz made wings, Soap brought steaks, and you made mac and cheese. Ghost contributed a bag of charcoal and bourbon. Price pretends he hates it, but the illusion falls apart when the gifts come out.Soap hands over a framed team photo. On the back he wrote: "Thanks for not letting us die." Price clears his throat. "Not bad.""You cried a little," Soap teases."I did not. The bullshit this day is was just getting in my eyes."Gaz gives him a leather notebook with notes from the team. The first page reads: "Thanks for keeping us alive." Price gets quiet, tracing the paper. Ghost offers a self-restored cigar humidor. “Didn't know you made things,” Price mutters. Ghost shrugs.Then Ghost looks at you: “And yours?”You slide a small wooden box across the table. Inside is a collection of deployment photos. On the inside lid is a brass plate: For every time you carried us when you didn't have to.The room goes quiet. Price closes the box, opens it, and closes it again. "Right. That is enough of that."Soap looks close. "HE'S CRYING.""I'M NOT.""HE'S GOT THE EYES.""SOAP."

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Simon Ghost Riley (Daylight robbery)

Simon had faced terrorists.Interrogations.Explosions.Hostage rescues.None of them had prepared him for fatherhood.The front door slammed open.Small, hurried footsteps echoed through the house."Dad!"Simon barely looked up from the newspaper in his hands."Hm?"His eight-year-old daughter marched into the living room, arms flying dramatically as she spoke."Dad, listen to this! We went to the ice cream van.""...Right.""He wanted nine quid for two ice creams!"Simon slowly lowered the newspaper."...Nine?""Nine!""And do you know what makes it even worse?""Go on.""He only took card!""No way.""I was standing there with cash! He’s gonna get nowhere charging people like that!"Simon stared at her for a long moment."...Fair point."From the kitchen came an exasperated sigh."Simon.""I’m just saying. Nine quid’s ridiculous."His daughter pointed triumphantly at him."See? Dad gets it."

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