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I make the most of the turning tide💧

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You take out your little tin of Vaseline, taking a small amount on your finger and bringing it to your lips. You feel Simon Riley’s large presence walk up to you. He leans one hand against the wall. He’s standing so close you could almost see his pupils expand a little when you looked up into them.

Your heart racing, you hold his gaze and rub your finger over your lips. Dip into the tin, back onto your lips. You rub your lips together.

“Can I have some?” Ghost’s gruff voice rumbles from beneath his mask.

“You want lip balm?” You ask, somewhat incredulous. He didn’t seem like the type.

He merely nods, never talking his eyes off yours.

“Okay.” You say, the word sounding more like a question. He lifts his mask just above his mouth. You go to hand over the tin. His hand comes out but instead of taking the tin, they find your chin, gently gripping you and pulling you closer. His lips land on yours, firm but a lot gentler than you were expecting.

He pulls back, rubbing his lips together. You blush furiously.

“Thanks, love.” He mumbles, pulling his mask back down. He walks away then as if nothing just happened.

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i’ve had such major writers block for MONTHS now :,(

i’ve got like tons and tons of half written one shots that i literally can’t bring myself to finish because i think they’re cringe or not good enough WAAAHHHH

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vessel is a terrible influence.

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Comfort Showers

Hi lovelies! I wrote this quick little thing and I thought I'd share it with yall!

Imagine Vessel just taking a nice warm shower after a show, cleaning off the paint/ charcoal from his sink.

He’s so in his head that he’s not even paying attention to you coming inside the bathroom

You stand there for a while, watching as the man is completely oblivious to you.

After a while you strip down and get into the shower with him, only then does he really notice you.

You give him a soft smile, he smiles back tired and exhausted from the tour.

“Let me help you Ves..”

He shakes his head at first saying that “He can do it and he’s just a little tired.” Of course, his point is proven wrong when he yawns and almost slips.

he agrees to let you wash his medium-length hair. Letting you run your finger through the dark brown strands.

The whole time his hands never leave your hips, thumbs rubbing circles as though he is grounding himself with the touch of your skin.

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meowww

new (?) ghost lines got me writing smut again

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is there still a demand for CoD fics or if i post something will it just go into the void?

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i think this guy is neat :D

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“Do you like my hips?”

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Warnings: suggestive content

Purely self indulgent based off of a dream I had involving my crush cosplaying as ghost. Enjoy.

You sighed, eyes still in your book as your phone buzzed with a phone call. Rolling them in an annoyed manner, you shifted your eyes toward the phone resting by your ankle on the large chaise in your sunroom. Your face looked surprised at the caller.

“Lieutenant Pouty”

You swiped to answer FaceTime, trying not to seem excited about a random call.

“Lieutenant?” You questioned. “You never FaceTime me. What's wrong?

“Nothings wrong.” His voice was gruff.

You listened to the phone be moved around before sitting down against something. You watched the military grade cargo pants come into view at the hips. He was standing angled, hips facing slightly to the side and swaying as he moved to mess with things you couldn’t see off camera. You tried so hard not to stare but his waist looked impossibly good. He had on a tight black shirt that tucked into them so well and his physic was so evident. You’d always admired his body, loving his broad shoulders and how he tapered in at the waist. He was going to be the death of you and he didn’t even have a clue.

“What are you doing then?” You asked, trying to shake off the nerves.

“Wanted to show you something.” He answered swiftly, hands coming around to clip his utility belt around his waist. You inwardly groaned to yourself at how much smaller his waist looked.

“Your hips sir?” You joked, only you didn’t feel amused, you felt hot and drowning in it.

“Don’t have my mask on yet.” He continued with his short answers.

“I’ll call you back then.” You were trying, at least. Trying to get yourself out of a potential situation with your Lieutenant before you could embarrass yourself.

“Absolutely not, Sergeant.” He paused what he was doing.

You remained silent, wondering if he could even see your face that well from the angle he had the phone at.

As the unbearable silence continued, he began putting strapping things around his thighs and hooking them up to the utility belt.

“Sir, I respect you but I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for me to be facetiming with parts of you.” You sighed, being more forward with your uncomfortableness.

“This is payback.” You heard his voice drop an octave with a hint of play backing his tone.

“Payback?” You questioned. “Sir, I'm not quite sure what you mean.” You quizzed

He didn't answer that and continued on in his doings. He reached for the skull mask, almost dangling it in front of the camera before lifting it. You could hear the sound of it slipping on over his hair.

“Perhaps I should call Sergeant McTavish to gain a better idea of what I’ve done to upset you.” You grumbled.

He still didn’t answer. You watched him pull his sleeves up, showing his tattoos before exhaling.

“Are you alone, Sergeant?” He questioned with his voice sounding a bit more muffled because of his mask.

“I’m home, yes sir.” You answered confused. “But I don’t see how that’s any of your concern unless you need to tell me something classified.”

“I need to ask you something.” He continued, voice dry as winter air.

“Alright.” You nodded, finally feeling like you could breathe again.

“I overheard you speaking with Soap.” He started adjusting his gloves to his liking and not bothering to adjust the phone. “You told him how much you loved my hips.”

You're sure if your soul hadn’t left your body in all of those near death experiences, it sure was now. Your face flushed immediately and your heart raced in its cage.

“Is that true, Sergeant?” He continued, seemingly unbothered by what he said to you.

“Sir I-“ you started, pausing before taking a deep breath. “You must have misheard me.”

“Hmm.” He quizzed inwardly. “Are you lying?”

“No sir.” You tried to even your voice.

“You know that lying to your superior could mean discharge.” He continued.

It was moments like this where you cursed the life lessons he faced that made him so unbelievably stoic at the worst of times.

You had absolutely no words for the man on the other line as he tilted the phone to face him. He didn’t pick it up though and that made you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together. You were meeting his eyes from the waist up and the angle almost made you pass out.

“I’ll ask again.” His usually cold eyes almost seemed to squint in amusement. Was he enjoying this? “Do you like my hips, sergeant?”

Even from this angle, his eyes bore into yours and you knew there was no chance in lying to him.

“Yes sir.” You mumbled, speaking your truth and sending all of your dignity with it.

“Atta girl.” He sounded so satisfied. “This is your payback for wearing that shirt yesterday.”

Your eyebrows knitted together before reaching an aha moment. You wore a skin tight black spaghetti strap crop top yesterday because it was the hottest day of the year. You and the team were fiddling around with maintenance on all of the buggies so it was a no brainer to dress cool. However you remembered thinking how great your chest looked and maybe on purpose, you made sure Ghost thought the same.

“You aren’t dumb, sergeant.” He continued on, watching as you reached a conclusion in your mind. “I almost thought you didn’t catch me looking.”

And you almost didn’t. Had you not been so attentive to reading your Lieutenants eyes, you would have absolutely missed the way his eyes flickered slightly toward your cleavage when you subtly pulled your shirt down a bit by it’s hem.

“Anyhow.” He interrupted your train of thought. “I assume this won’t happen again.”

“No sir.” You we’re drowning in that heat now with no life jacket in sight.

“At least not without proper punishment.” You picked up on his excitement showing through his tone as he camera angled back at his hips and he stepped back revealing the much more obvious tenting of his pants.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sergeant.” He bed before clicking the call to an end.

A wicked smirk complimenting your flushed face came into play and you sure as hell were going to fuck with your lieutenant some more.

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i w a n t t o ✨️ c u d d l e ✨️ t h i s m a n

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He keeps it a secret, how much he loves it when you cuddle up to him in your sleep. It's something that's his and only his--the sound of your soft snores filling the room, the gentle puffs of your breath against his side, your hands grabbing for him in your unconscious state, needing him even then. No one else gets to know this pure, innocent, abject pleasure of his. No one else gets to know how you feel turning over in your sleep, seeking out his warmth. Or the warmth you make him feel when you do so.

It's a double-edged sword, this secret he holds close to his chest. A blessing and a curse. It's something that's his, but it's something that unnerves him because it's his. He doesn't want to lose this thing he has with you--doesn't want to lose you--but the lightness he feels when you're close by isn't something he's used to feeling, and uncharted territory makes him wary.

There's a shuffle, and like many nights before, his attention is called to where you shift in your sleep. Your worm-like movement is an endearing sight. Cute in a way he didn't expect to think. Surprisingly movable in your sleep, but a quirk of yours he looks forward to when the night comes. He doesn't tell you you do it or how it makes him feel.

You whine softly in your sleep, taking longer than usual to fit yourself against his side, and Simon allows a fond sigh to escape his lungs.

"C'mere, sweetheart," he murmurs and carefully shifts to accommodate you, lifting his arm up and around you, gently pulling you to his body. "You're a clingy one, aren't you? Can't even sleep soundly without me holding you."

Like he's one to talk. He craves your touch just as much as you crave his, if not more so. But that's not something he'd admit aloud. He can barely admit it to himself.

Your whining settles once you're tucked against his side, head making its home on his chest and arm thrown over his torso. Even your leg traps his under yours. If you were a stranger, this would be suffocating. The last place he'd want to be. But you're you, and he never realized how much he needed to touch you--to feel you against his skin--until you mattered to him.

A content little hum emanates from your throat, and your limbs tighten around him, constricting like a snake, before you melt against his body in a relaxed heap.

"Simon . . ."

It's a tiny sigh of his name, nothing special, but it has a shudder traveling throughout his body. That's the first time you said his name in your sleep. He wonders what you're dreaming about. Is it something good? Something bad? Something . . . dirty? Whatever it is, he hopes dream him is making you happy.

Simon lets a small smile grace his lips, and he leans down to press a kiss to your head.

"Rest now, darling, I got you."

By the time morning comes, he's already up and about his day, the evidence of any cuddling the night before long gone with him. You, on the other hand, remain ignorant of your nighttime actions and of his. How he holds you close and doesn't let go until he wakes, or how he carefully untangles himself from your body and retucks it when he gets up. It's a secret he keeps to himself, and maybe--just maybe--he'll share it with you one day.

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this man likes to cuddle, you can't tell me otherwise (he just keeps it secret)

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wrote these while getting ready for work

task force 141 (+ König) walking on a busy sidewalk headcanons

cw: none, these are so stupid tho, crack?? is this considered crack???, they’re not even sexy, sfw

literally why did i write these. whatever. enjoy. not beta read, probably many typos oops.

könig is the type of guy to accidentally trip someone by moving out of the way right as they go around him.

soap has done the “oh excuse me.. oops haha excuse me- oh excuse me sorry- okay you go that way i go the other way-“ so many times in public with random ass people. he does it on purpose.

ghost bumps shoulders with so many “alpha men” just to piss them off. motherfucker won’t move out of the way if one of those guys is walking towards him. he also nearly knocks them over every time without even putting any effort into it. thinks it’s funny when they start to say something but stop because he won’t give them a second glance.

price also RARELY moves out of the way but usually doesn’t end up bumping shoulders because the other man moves first. very much a gentleman and will step off of the sidewalk completely (if it’s small & busy) to allow a woman to pass him.

gaz tries to hold his ground but always ends up twisting to avoid any contact. was the friend of the high school friend group who was either walking behind the others or completely off the sidewalk.

laswell holds her ground. will stare at anyone (mostly men) who don’t move out of her way. men will hold the door open for her and she just nods as a thanks, verbally says “thank you, hun,” when a woman does tho.

wtf is this.

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yo wtf :,)

thx for 420 on sacrilege :3

i really thought it wasn’t going to get any love at all bc i haven’t written anything in over a year so thx y’all 🤞🏻🤞🏻

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i rlly want my blog to be aesthetic and shit but it’s literally so much work and i physically can’t make myself focus on one thing for more than 5 minutes at a time

it used to be so pretty & i always had a theme n stuff but it would legit take me HOURS to find pics n edit them

but i also want it to look pretty but i have a whole ass job that i’m at literally all day & by the time i get home i’m tired and or busy and- FUCK THIS IS SO RAAAAAAA

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ghost railing the shit out of you while his dog tags are dangling in your face>>>

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might post some oddly specific Ghost headcanons tonight 🤨 thinking about it

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könig smut next

love me a big boy

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i just need to know if he needs help holding that thing all day

this isn’t about the gun