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Tea is a Love Language (apparently)

Summary: Reader being absolutely oblivious to Ghost's feelings (and Soap facepalming)

Cw: gn!sergeant!reader, just a little drabble that I might expand on someday

Word count: 774

You were a sergeant at TF141, and you were very close with the other soldiers - getting along just fine and always playing around with them.

Except for Ghost.

And that was fine, you told yourself. He was closed off with pretty much everyone, and you were new there anyway. It was only expected. He would come around eventually. It’s not like your situation was hostile, after all. There was mutual respect and a somewhat amenable relationship between you. Just because he wasn’t friendly didn’t mean he hated you.

But oh, you were so very wrong.

There you were, making tea for yourself in the common kitchen while trying to keep up with the conversation Soap and Gaz were having nearby. They were mostly bickering about their football teams, but the conversation was entertaining nonetheless. You saw someone approaching in your peripheral vision, and judging by the silence and size of the figure, you easily knew who it was.

"Lt.”

A nod and a grunt is all you get in response.

“D’you want me to make you tea? I mean, it’s almost 16 already. You usually have an Earl Grey. I can prepare it for you since I’m already here.”

Another grunt that sounds like a “yeah.” Seems like you’re getting somewhere.

Turning around to grab a cup and start boiling the water, you’re met with a knowing, smug look plastered on Soap’s face.

“What?”

“He’s lettin’ ye make his tea now?” The confused look on your face must’ve been evident, because he keeps talking. “Means he trusts you, that — Ghost doesn’t let anyone near his bloody kettle.”

You shrug. “It’s jus’ tea. Maybe he doesn’t let you near it ’cause of your kitchen skills.”

Soap lets out a dramatic gasp, one hand flying to his chest like you’d offended his entire family. “Tha’s rich, comin’ from the one who nearly set toast on fire last week.”

“That toaster’s ancient. If anything, I’m the victim here.” You roll your eyes and go back to prepping the tea, unbothered.

Gaz snorts behind you, and you hear the unmistakable clink of him putting his mug down. “You’ve got no idea, do you?”

You look at him now. “About what?”

Soap looks like he’s just been handed the juiciest bit of gossip and adds, without missing a beat, “About Ghost.” He’s got the mischievous smile of a kid who’s about to tell his parents’ biggest secret.

Your eyes roll before settling back down as you dunk the teabag with the slow precision of someone pointedly ignoring whatever drama is brewing.

“He doesn’t let anyone make his tea,” Gaz chimes in, voice pitched like he’s trying to help, but there’s mischief in his words. “He’s a control freak about it. Swear. Exact temp, steep time, no sugar, splash of milk. The one time I tried? He took the mug, dumped it, and made his own.”

“…Maybe he was jus’ feelin’ extra mean that day,” you say finally, turning back to stir the tea.

Soap groans, full-body, like your denial is physically painful to him. “Christ, ye really don’ see it?”

You shrug and walk off with the cup of Earl Grey in your hands, prepared just the way he likes it, which wasn’t difficult to figure out after months of watching him make it the exact same way every day. Walking into the common area, you spot the lieutenant and shove the mug into his hands with a quiet, “Careful. It’s hot.” And he takes it without a word, fingers brushing yours for the briefest second.

Warm, deliberate.

And still, it flies right over your head.

You linger for a moment. Not enough to be weird, just… long enough to see if he approves of the way you prepared his tea. Taking his low hum, quickly followed by a second sip, as a good enough sign, you head back to the kitchen.

You blink. “See? Nothin’ weird.”

Soap throws his hands up with a groan while Gaz shakes his head.

“Unbelievable.”

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Thinking about Johnny, who’s only been with service omegas, spending your first heat with you after you’ve been on suppressants for your entire adult life and have to get off of them for medical reasons.

And he teases way too hard. Chuckles, spreading out your drooling cunt, prodding your hole with just the tip of his finger. Using your wet lips to give himself a pussyjob, telling you that if you want his alpha cock you’re gonna have to beg for it, maybe wet it with your mouth a little first. All while your clit is swollen and hot and throbbing painfully

Until you finally curl in on yourself, a gesture he recognizes as self-protective, and start to cry in earnest, telling him how it hurts and he’s being too mean. “I-I’m s-so empty, why won’t you h-help me?”

Suddenly an intense wave of alpha guilt crashes into him like a freight train. His omega is hurting and he isn’t helping.

Suddenly apologies are spilling from him as he curls around your back, kissing softly by your scent gland. “Ahm sorry, hen— been a right asshole, haven’ I? Been so selfish.” Slips his cock into your dripping heat, quickly settling into a heavy-thrusted tempo.

“Wha’ if ah gave ye m’knot, bonnie? Filled up that womb,” a squeeze to your stomach, “Got y’pupped up good n’ proper,” he grits out deep, right into your ear, “think ye’d be able to forgive me? My poor little thing.”

And you end up with the whole kit. His knot, his cum, his pup.

Too bad you’re not even dating— he was just supposed to be helping you out as a teammate.

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Anyway if nothing else matters then I hope people remember that Pope Francis used his last public address to call for a ceasefire in Gaza and call Israel a terrorist state:

"I continue to receive very serious and painful news from Gaza. Unarmed civilians are subjected to bombings and shootings. It is terrorism."

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

( ´ ▽ ` ) more trash from me- ya boi

You leaned against the doorframe to the training room.

Your arms comfortably crossed as you watched Ghost- or as you knew him better, Simon- punching the daylights out of a training dummy.

You and Simon had an unusual friendship, if you could call it that at this point, sometimes you were competitive enemies other times you were as thick as thieves. You’re not really sure how it started, maybe when simon made a joke about being traumatized and you took him seriously, or maybe when he found you crying your eyes out one night outside and had the decency to at least sit by you despite having the emotional intelligence of a brick.

Needless to say, the sight of the troubling man was nothing new to you. After a few moments Simon stopped, panting slightly as he turned to face you, you swore he was keen in the same way a tiger was, he grabbed a towel and wiped his face “What do ya want?” You gave him a pointed glance “You’re up late?”

You watched as he picked up his water bottle “Is it a crime to work out late?” He gave you a skeptical glance with eyes, though they seemed a little softer on you. You nodded a bit standing and approach him “It is- you push yourself too hard. You’re allowed to rest.” He grunted back at you “I sleep like crap.”

Standing in front of him you crossed your arms again as you gave him a unsatisfied frown, meanwhile Simon just stared down on you, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lip as he knew he was annoying you since your had a tendency to worry.

You looked at the bag and hummed at him “Show me a move.” And gestured to the bag slightly. Simon eyed you quietly for a brief moment before nodding “Alright.” With a small shrug as he set down his water bottle. You folded your arms behind your back wondering what sort of fighting thing he would do since he was quite skilled in hand to hand combat.

That’s why it completely caught you off guard when Simon swiftly approached you, in a quick moment your legs were swept out from under neath your body making you yelp out involuntarily “Hey!” Before Simon suddenly caught you and leaned in close, your eyes widen as your hands instinctively grabbed onto him for support. You felt your chest tighten, feeling his large hand on your back supporting your frame from beneath.

Your breath got caught in your through as you stared at Simon in surprise when his nose nearly touched yours. His gaze intently focused on you. He leaned in closer closing his eyes at the last moment as he pressed his lips against yours, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a moment he stood up and set you on your feet “There you go, sweetheart.” You stared up at him speechless in wonder, completely taken by surprise but left wanting more. Simon let out a small yawn “I should probably shower and bed down.” You yelped “Wait!-“ you threw your hands up “Were just not gonna talk about what just happened??” Simon gave you a coy smirk that you instantly wanted to slap off his face “Why don’t you come to my room after I’m done showerin, sweetheart?” Yours eyes widen as he caressed your cheek “We’ll talk about it then.” Before he pulled back from you and wandered out of the training room, leaving you standing there speechless.

You never knew Simon could be so smooth like that.

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Glory

John Price x Reader

🔞MDNI🔞

(⌒▽⌒) : Here’s something else that’s been in the archive for a while.

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Everyone had hard days.

More importantly, everyone had their ways to deal with hard days. Some people worked out, others drank, and some- Well some took more unorthodox steps to relax after a tough week.

You were one such person, but that was the great thing about this situation, nobody had to know a thing. All they had to do was unzip their pants and get into position- then you’d do the rest.

You can’t really remember how it started. Bored one night and feeling a little horny, you took to your phone and somehow ended up on Reddit reading about gloryholes. One thing lead to another and on a whim you decided to show up. Of course the pay that came with your services was a perk, that’s not why you did this.

Something about a stranger cumming down your throat just took the tension right out of your body.

You took off your jacket and got ready, before you heard the door open and close on the other side of the wall. You patiently waited before a rather hung man appeared in the view of the cut out in the wall. He had thick unruly hair on his thighs and creeping up his abdomen forming a happy trail making you grin a little bit.

Lowering onto your knees, you gave this man’s toned thighs a small peck and heard him let out a pleasurable sigh. The man felt just as stressed out as you did judging by the way he nearly flinched at your gentle touch.

You could tell from the way he sounded that he was an older gentleman- fine by you- he smelled a little like cedar and smoke. The scent was almost comforting as you teased him with wandering kisses and gentle licks.

The pleasurable sighs leaving him only served to fuel your ego, wanting more. Wrapping your mouth around him had him groaning louder than you’ve heard in a while compared to other men “God- you’re too good at this-“

The man’s gravelly response made you pause briefly, before leaning up as you continued with your hands “Oh? Such a gentleman.” You grinned hearing the amused scoff leave him behind the wall before he groaned again “Just like that, luv-“

You couldn’t help biting your lip as you watched your hands moved over his stiffening cock. Maybe you were just a sucker for needy old men or maybe because it felt oddly comfortable with this guy but you could already feel the warmth stirring with yourself.

With a new goal in mind, your touch was all too sweet. You had him breathing hard and gripping at the edge of the hole in the wall in no time. The hole itself was wide enough for men to reach in a little bit. The moment you saw his large withered hands you knew they were meant for your hair. You pressed your lips all the way down meeting the hair at the base of his length drawing out another loud groan, you paused there and let your hands grab at his.

You could feel him tense and shift as he allowed you to guide his hands into your hair. His calloused fingers flinching a bit in surprised as the sudden soft texture he felt against them, but it was brief before his fingers tangled and gripped into your hair and you suddenly felt him pull your head back a little before pushing it forward to meet his abdomen.

Your hands could do little more then grapple at his thighs while he thrusted into your mouth, you relished in the roughness he brought- it wasn’t so much that he hurt you but not so little that it was nothing to bat an eye at.

He held you down for a moment making tears prick your eyes and your nails dig into his hips a little, you suddenly felt a vein pulse and heard him gasp “Fuck-“ before he came down your throat.

Once he let go you gasped for air, sitting back on your ass, coughing a little bit while trying to catch your breath! You started at him as you saw his stomach muscles shifting with his own breaths. You heard the man clear his throat “I’m sorry luv-“ he breathed out a little “I’m usually not so quick-“ you could tell from his tone he was a little embarrassed making you cackle at how cute it was that a man who just face fucked you could be so bashful.

You eyed his still hard cock “You still don’t seem satisfied?” You watch his hands wave a little through the hole “Oh! Uh-“ another cheeky grin playing on your lips at his tone “No- it’s just uh- been a while-“ you leaned forward again kissing bits of sensitive skin making his words die in his throat and grip the edge of the hole again “If fine,” you breath out against his skin “I’ll take care of you-“ you stood up and let your underwear fall to the floor.

Usually you just gave blowjobs- that was usually enough- but every now and then a man would come along and just use you the right way- one such man was on the other side of the wall. You turned around and gently grabbed the man humming “Here darling,”

As you guided him into your velvet folds, you heard the deep hiss that left him “Luv���” his hands once again reached enough through the hole to be able to grab your hips “Come here-“ you couldn’t stop the gasp that left you as he roughly yanked you back onto his hips-

You couldn’t tell if he was being rough or just desperate as he stretched you out. You couldn’t help the sounds leaving your mouth as he abused your gummy walls. You heard him grunt “That’s it luv-“

You felt a sudden spark between your legs deep in your core, making you yelp “Don’t stop! Fuck!” The man only seemed more motivated now being the one making you moan. You let out a shuttered moan as your body tensed and you felt waves of pleasure pulsing through you even as he kept going.

Just as you finished riding out your high, his hips snapped against yours and you felt him paint your walls.

After a brief moment, he separated from you and the only sounds were your breaths…

After the week you just had that was much needed.

You stood up letting out a low whistle “That sure was fun!” You heard the man laugh “Yeah- it was something alright…” you began cleaning up and hummed “Thank you- really- honestly one of the better ones to come in here-“ the man’s deep voice laughed from the other side “Careful or I just might have to see who’s on the other side of that wall, sweetheart.”

You narrow your eyes at the wall seeing the man pulling his jeans back up and hearing his belt clink around “Well that sort of defeats the purpose of a glory hole don’t ya think?” You heard him hum “I suppose- but can you blame me? Just made me cum twice in 15 minutes luv.” The banter made you feel more relaxed

You scoffed a bit laughing “I can-“ you hummed out “Have a good night, darling.” You heard him sigh, which caught your attention, but he responded “You too, luv.” You wondered if that guy was serious about wanting to see you- a glory hole was an odd place to try and pick up women but then again he was probably just some weirdo.

Curiosity got the better of you, you waited until you heard him about to leave to kneel down and peaking through the hole to see who this mystery man was. Your hand nearly slapped over your mouth in shock as you caught sight of an all too familiar face-

You visibly looked panicked as you got up and gathered your things. Maybe you should have invested in a more normal way to blow off steam, because then you wouldn’t have such a hard time meeting Prices eyes every time at work now.

Who knew your team’s Captain was into glory holes?

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PenPals (Zombie AU)

🧼Soap (Johnny Mactavish) x Fem! Reader

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PenPals.

Strangers from other regions that you got to know by sending letters, emails, or messages of kind.

You didn’t think it would mean anything significant if you just found someone to talk to- someone you’d never really have to know.

However that thought quickly changed when you were scared shitless held up in your apartment, shaking like a leaf before you saw people attacking one another in blind rage.

It all happened so quickly honestly, one moment you’re hearing about an outbreak of mad cow disease, another moment their saying it’s mutated and infecting humans- then suddenly the phrase ‘Mad-Human’ disease comes out and everything goes sideways.

You were lucky to be locked up inside your home when it all came falling down- you were crying to yourself when you heard a familiar noise come from your computer

—Bing—

Wiping your tear strained face you managed to drag yourself to your computer where you saw a message waiting to be opened from the PenPals site you used- what the hell??

You open the message to see your penpal wrote you a heart felt goodbye message thinking you had been killed already. The speed at which your fingers hit the keys was almost in human as you typed in all caps.

“WAIT IM STILL HERE!!!”

The conversation that ensued made you feel more relief than anything else had since everything started. At the point, it had been almost a week since you’ve even seen a sane human being. Talking to Johnny helped ground you, in an instant the man became your rock. Giving you advice and telling you what to do-

However it wasn’t long before he warned you the power and internet would eventually go down. In his final message sending you a location and telling you to come meet him.

At first you were scared- the journey would be long and dangerous- all for a man you’ve never even seen. However, apart of you craved social interaction with other humans, craved the safety of having someone watch your back. You made your mind up and said goodbye to your safe apartment and finally ventured out into the new crazy world.

Meanwhile Johnny was worried- the connection had been severed before he could get a response from you so as far as he knew it was a 50/50 shot if you made it or not. Johnny knew you’d be a great addition to the team- sure he had never met or seen you in person but he had exchanged hundred of messages with you. He knew you’d were a good heart and tough as nails and when he found out you were alive he knew it meant something.

However his hope began to dwindle as days turned into weeks and weeks into a couple of months. Even the others could tell Johnny was getting a little depressed-

That is until one day ghost drags you into their fortified base kicking and screaming by your hood. Your wrist and feet bound with zip ties. You looked like hell but you still had your mouth “Let me go!!! Who the hell do you think you are?!” Ghost throwing you into a make shift cell, he sat quietly by their fire waiting for the others to get back from gathering supplies.

Soap trudged in helping with supplies when he heard ghost call “Team meeting- we have a rat problem.” The man scoffed out as the others came in and saw you squirming around trying to get free. Gaz asked raising an eyebrow “Why is she gagged and tied up?”

Ghost merely shrugging “She wouldn’t shut up.” Price just sighing out shaking his head. Johnny however, saw a pretty little thing tied up and instantly felt his pants get tight. It was the first woman he’s seen since everything when to hell- give the man a break- though he wondered if he could convince price to let the birdie go hoping that would win your favor.

Price waving him off something about “If you wanna lose a finger with that woman then be my guest-“

With that Johnny made his way towards your cell with a plan to try and get on your good side- that all changed when he pulled the gag out and asked for your name.

“My name is Y/n. Please let me go! I was just looking for my friend!” Johnnys eyes widen as he heard your name.

He didn’t know you were a girl.

Your user name was gender neutral, he never asked, and your hobbies made it hard to tell.

You gave him a funny look as you saw his expression. Until suddenly he hugged you tightly breathing out “I’m so glad you made it-“ your confusion building until he pulled back smiling “It’s nice to finally meet you face to face lass, I’m Johnny- or soap.” Your eyes widen hearing the familiar name. You yelped “Soap??” The familiar user name of your penpal now attached to the man in front of you as you looked somewhat relieved, Johnny thought you were gonna cry.

You babbled on about how hard it was to get here and how long it took because you either got lost or ran into bigger issues then you could face on your own. All the same, Johnny was beaming with pride, proud to see you in one piece and most importantly alive.

Once he explained to everyone who you were, they allowed you to be free and welcomed you in with open arms. The guys didn’t seem to mind having a woman around and you slowly began to feel safe. Though it was obvious to everyone that you had a special bond with soap from the get go.

You two stuck to one another like glue.

You’d always team up together, always chattering and joking with one another, even sleeping close to one another.

It wasn’t until you were curled up right next to Johnny dimly lit up by their campfire that Johnny realized something horrible-

He had fallen in love with you…

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Some more of the boys… recon hugging 🫶

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my Works, ye Mighty

In a last ditch attempt to save your people, you offer your life to four ancient and forgotten gods. Though not fully literate in the ancient language, you thought you'd interpreted things correctly. But instead of claiming your life with a swift death, these gods seem to have found another way to claim you.

poly!141 x fem!reader

sacrifice

marks

stronger

visitors

prayers

revival

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Other stories: this person went to war young, so they're jaded by battle and More Mature than other characters their age because of it

Vinland Saga S2: Thorfinn went to war young, so he doesn't know anything about anything. He's like an overgrown child. He doesn't know anything about relationships or life philosophies. He doesn't know where his food comes from or how to make an honest living. He's never thought about the problems faced by ordinary people and how they creatively solve them. He's never done anything he can be proud of. He doesn't know how to appreciate anything worth appreciating in life. And he screams in his sleep. Because war doesn't make you cool, it leaves you broken.

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