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Oblivious!ghost and best friend!reader who is so done with his shit.

Ur helping simon do his weekly cleaning of all his knives (something that took u months to gain trust for) while he complains abt how horny hes been recently. His hand and plethora of toys dont really scratch that itch and its made him irritable all week.

U look at him like hes an actual dumbass "okay?? So go fuck someone??" As if its obvious. When ghost shoots back that no one wants to fuck him and chatting up birds at bars is too painful ur actually ready to stab him. "dude. Youve got like, the two sluttiest sergeants ive ever met on your team. Theyre practically drooling over u constantly. Zero effort, you could just spread ur legs and they'd get to work."

Simon splutters, face tomato red as he denies it. "No. They dont think of me that way." You two spend nearly an hour arguing abt it until you pull out ur phone and, much to Simon's mortification, call kyle.

"Hello?" His voice comes through the speaker, a bit rough like hes been sleeping.

"Hey, kyle. Quick question." You keep direct eye contact with ghost while you ask "you'd fuck simon, right?"

"Huh? Oh!" You can practically hear kyle perk up on the other end of the phone. Knowing damn well Simon will make u suffer for this- "hell yeah id fuck simon. Shit, id do whatever he wanted if it means I could see him get off."

You snort at simons face, and kyle seems to take that as disbelief "no, no man, im serious! Hours with his cock in my mouth? Sure. Railing him into the matress? Yes please. Getting fucked over his kitchen counter? In heaven."

You can very clearly see the hard-on simon is sporting right now, grinning evily. Still, you raise a brow at simon and he nods minutely. "awesome. Do my a favor kyle and be here in twenty."

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Ghost who tries to self-sabotage his relationship with u by describing all of the horrible fucked up fantasies and kinks he has...

Maybe you've been trying to get with him for weeks now. Its obvious ur obsessed with him and he shares those feelings, but he always brushes u off and u finally confront him. It gets a bit heated, and he ends up gripping ur biceps with bruising fingers and a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Im obsessed with you, which means I cant have you." He begins, brows pinched "i want to hurt you, carve my name into your skin. I wanna break your bones and make you beg me to stop. I want to hurt you, I want to kill you. Do you understand? I would pull the trigger, I would. I would love it, too. You'd look so nice, im crazy with desire to hurt."

He expects u to pull away in disgust, to finally understand. Instead, ur lashes flutter and you look up at him with a love-struck expression. "If you wanted to propose you could've just said that."

....turns out ur both fucked up lol.

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Ur Johnnys bestie or whatever, and he shows you a photo of him and simon, right?

You can see how the man towers over johnny, its obvious even under the clothes that hes strong as hell and well fed. The guy is larger than life, really. But you take one look at him and coo dramatically, tossing soap a grin "Awe. I didn't know you had such cute subs on your team."

And thus, with that single sentence, you've started the sub ghost debate. Johnny has no idea what u see, according to him ghost is obviously a dom. You two argue back and forth, until eventually kyle gets involved and he *also* thinks ghost is a dom. But u know in ur heart of hearts when you see a sub, so u beg Johnny to set u up with him.

...it fucking works. After constant badgering from johnny convinces simon to give you a shot. And thats all you need. Its a bit awkward at first, but u learn ghost it just shy. Eventually you get him back to ur apartment, and there's no way this man could ever be a dom.

Hes whimpering when you shove him against the matress, looking up at u with big pleading eyes. Follows ur every command, even when u tell him not to move, riding him just to watch his abs clench to stop from bucking into u. By the end of the night hes a whimpering mess, teary eyed and panting like a dog. Best part is hes amazing for cuddles.

Anyways....you wake up the next morning with a maybe-boyfriend and 50 dollars richer when u text Johnny.

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Ghost who after he gets with you he CANNOT focus while sniping lol. Well, at least not fully anyways.

He spends so long eating u out in the sniper position, rutting against the bed while u moan and grip his hair. The next op back from leave, he gets into position like normal and is mortified to feel himself stiffen up at just the familiarity of the movements. Hes hard the entire mission and thinking of you, shamefully ruts into the ground every now and then just to try and quell the ache.

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imagine dating Simon for like two years

except he doesn't know

you two didn't talk it out, it was just a given for you. he did things for you, and always made sure you were okay and even held you at night. you've pretty much moved in with him at this point

sure, he's never kissed you or tried to do anything except for cuddles at night, but you know he's ace, so... (it never crossed your mind he didn't know)

you thought you two were far beyond a regular relationship that it wasn't even necessary to talk it out

imagine his surprise when you introduce him as your boyfriend to your family

sure, his arm is around your waist and you're at a family gathering, introducing him to cousins and aunts. sure, you two sleep together every single night. sure, you two are very touchy and he can't think of a moment in his life where he'll want to be away from you

it's just surprising for him, really

for a hot minute only, because when he looks at you, a smile on your face, shoulders brushing as he holds you close and the cold beer in his hand warms to his touch, all the moments you two have spent together rush to his mind and...

well

he presses a soft kiss to your head, lips curling up when you look at him

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down on my knees

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this short comic was drawn as fanart of the fic Won't you help me (down on my knees?) by @c4tto626, which is very explicit and incredibly hot and also gave me brainworms <3 send them a kudos and a nice comment if you like the fic!

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Omega!reader and beta!Kyle who offers to have one of the other guys fuck you through your heat but you do NOT want them.

You literally wrinkle your nose in disgust when kyle brings the idea up, shifting from where ur snuggled against his chest to stair incredulous. "Seriously baby? Why the hell would I ever want to spend my heat with them?"

He tries to mention how they're alphas and all but ur already cutting him off "Johnny would spend half the time huffing my panties, simon doesnt even fuck omegas, and price has a power complex that i am *not* letting into my nest." You list off, turning to tuck back against his chest.

"Besides, I have you, why the hell would I want another heat partner." His hand comes up to rub along your bicep, an appreciative rumble in his chest.

"But- baby, you wont be satisfied with just me. Doesn't matter how often I fuck you, you'll be miserable and needy, maybe even in pain." He tries to reason, brows furrowed.

"Kyle, love, im never suffering or in pain when im with you. Blissed out of my mind or hazy with pain, your scent in my mouth? Thats all I need."

His eyes are wet when you next look up, a big dopey smile on his face. You kiss his nose, tell him you love him, then prompty reach for his waistband. "Though if you wanna be my heat partner we should work on that stamina. I was taught to train until failure for best results. How long before youre shooting blanks, baby?"

He looks both fearful and immensely horny, definitely ends up crying under you that night lol.

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Virgin!ghost who has a huge dick and you are NOT letting him in you without some practice, right?

So you let him fuck ur thighs, as a little introduction, and thank god you did. Just the touch of ur lips running along the top of cock has him losing control. Mouthing at ur neck with harsh pants, bucking against you desperately. Hes gripping ur hips bruisingly, hes rambling, face flushed in embarrassment of how desperate he is "fuck- sorry love- you feel so good, youre so good for me- please-" all while you coo at him, reassure that hes doing perfect for you, mentally drooling at the thought of getting him properly trained to fuck you.

Anyways ur thighs and cunt are covered in cum bc hes a mess and wants to go until hes shooting blanks lol.

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Older!price and younger!reader who are pretty close or whatever, and its basically an open secret that ur sleeping together, okay?

And I mean, everyone knows. Its basically a given fact not to mess with u lest price get involved. No matter how attractive u are, the captain has a claim on you.

So when some rookie sees you and ghost standing chest to chest, having just kiss like you were trying to eat him in the tucked away alcove? Everyone knows. Well, mostly everyone. Knowledge of this little situation only reaches you once people start giving you dirty looks and whispering about loyalty like you wouldnt hear.

Its agony, bc all of the people you usually hang out with want nothing to do with you, and you cant figure it out. It gets to the point where ur running drills alongside price and people keep disobeying you or glaring that you finally snap. You grab one of the soldiers and pull her aside, demand to know whats going on.

"Youre not sly, yknow? Everyone knows about you and ghost." Is her response, which only makes you frown.

"Okay? And what of it? Hes a damn good man. If this is about his appearance or personality I swear-" you begin, ready to defend ghosts honor.

"No. Its because your cheating on captain price." The woman cuts you off, and just those few words has you jolting back like you've been slapped.

"EXCUSE ME??" Ur baffled and making a fucking scene, but who wouldnt in ur situation "you mean John price??? My uncle? That captian price??"

Turns out all those movie nights and lunches spent together culminated in literally the worst sentence anyone has ever said to you. Well. At least people learn to check their facts before starting rumors....

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If Gaz were a stripper, I'd do coke off his ass

Actually I'd do coke off his ass as is, just put him in a thong

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“i’m goin’ home to fuck my wife.”

and those were the last words john uttered before slamming the palm of his hand down against his desk and leaving. spoken the way most things he says are - gruff and final, with no room for argument - stunning the room into silence until the door shut hard behind him.

everyone just looked at each other, dumbstruck.

“should we wait for him to come back?”

“what the hell does that mean—”

“is that code for something?”

“wait, he’s married?”

price didn’t hear a word of it - by that point he was already halfway down the hall, boots pounding concrete with purpose, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, everything else dissolving into white-hot static behind his eyes.

he can take a lot of bullshit. does it daily. but fuckin’ hell - they wouldn’t stop. wouldn’t stop talking, hovering, circling him like crows. clipping questions at him in endless fucking rotations.

what now, captain? what’s next? what do we do about makarov? do we move now or wait for shepherd’s greenlight? have you seen the updated file? should we pull soap and gaz back? do we burn the safe house? double-tap the asset? what’s the protocol—

jesus fuckin’ christ.

it’d been too long. john’s mentally checked out and he knows it. doesn’t care. he didn’t want to be in that room. didn’t want to sit at that table. didn’t want to give another goddamn order with five pairs of bloodshot eyes looking at him like he’s meant to have all the answers and none of the doubt.

he needs a break. not a debrief. not another satellite feed. not another fucking decision.

he needs to go home and fuck his wife.

needs to put his hands on something solid, something that he doesn’t have to second guess. something that’d let him burn off all the static and pressure and noise building between his temples without asking anything much in return. his sanctuary where he can fall apart and come back clearer. reset his head before it spun off his shoulders.

so he peeled out of the parking lot before he’d even properly put the car in drive, and sent you one text:

‘take off anything you value and put away everything breakable. i’ll be home in 15.’