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Alejandro Vargas NSFW headcanons

This was made with gender-neutral readers in mind.

Ladies, gentleman and everyone in-between, it's him. It's forehead man.

Alejandro is so FINE tho 😍 I'm so excited to be doing headcanons for this man. I'd learn Spanish just for him tbh.

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His hands are absolutely glued to your hips the whole time.

-He gets the widest, most shit-eating grin whenever he manages to hit your g-spot.

-"Listen to those moans. Fuck, is that it? Is that the spot right there, amor?"

-Very confident in the fact that he can make you scream. In fact, he wants you to be loud.

-"Thats it, scream for me. Grita mi nombre. God, the neighbors must be so jealous of me because they aren't the ones making you scream."

-Edges you a lot tbh. Getting to cum immediately w/ him is kinda rare.

-If you make him jealous by talking to someone else, or if you guys just haven't been able to spend time together, he's more likely to edge you for longer.

-"Don't start whining, hermosa/o. You asked for this. Why were you talking to them anyways, hm? Why waste your time on someone like that when you have me?"

-Even if you were just talking to a friend innocently or something, chances of Alejandro's jealousy rising is high.

-He trusts you not to cheat on him, he knows you love him, but that doesn't stop him from being a tiny bit jealous anyway. And that jealously and possessiveness totally seeps into your sex life.

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard and yall already know it's thick af ( lord.have.mercy🙏🙏🙏🙏)

-The sex is either passionate and rougher or passionate and gentler depending on the mood. But, it's always super passionate. His attention is focused entirely on you, with much deeper strokes if it's gentler.

-Marks you up a lot and doesn't really care who sees them. He wants people to know that you're his.

-"There we go. Look at how pretty your neck is, covered with my hickeys."

-And if you try to wear something that covers the marks, he'll carefully pull it right off of you.

-"No, no. Don't hide the marks, cariño. Why would you be ashamed of showing off how good I make you feel?"

-Will not hesitant to spank you if he doesn't like how you're acting. Slaps your ass and even your pussy/cock with every word he says.

-"Don't use that fucking tone with me. Who do you think you are?"

-Makes you count every slap. If you lose count, he'll start right over and much more harshly. (My dyscalculic ass could never 💀)

-I just know that his ideal introduction to sex is very romantic. Like, candlelight dinner followed by slow dancing that escalates into him carrying you to bed kinda romantic.

-At the end of the day, Alejandro just wants to be close to you. He dislikes quickies for the fact that he wants to spend time and take his time with you. To Alejandro, there's no greater pleasure than the ability to make his partner feel good.

-Will totally worship your body if you're insecure about it. If you ever come to him with your insecurities, his mindset changes from fucking you until the bed breaks to making the sweetest, most tender love imaginable.

-"Aw, look at this body. This gorgeous fucking body. You're crazy for being insecure about all of this."

-"Do you have any idea how many times this body's made me cum? Dios, the thought of this body, the thought of your pussy/dick is enough to make me cum."

-Will also gently massage your thighs as they hug his hips while making love, no matter how big or small they are.

-"Dios mío, these thighs...tan jodidamente increíble."

-Demands that you tell him how amazing you are.

-"Say it, baby. Tell me how beautiful/handsome you are."

-And if you refuse? He'll just keep asking you to, threatening to pull out and not let you finish if you don't.

-"That's not what I asked, mi vida. Say it for me, say how amazing and sexy you are. No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces."

-But the best thing about sex w/ Alejandro if you're feeling insecure and do everything he says? He always let's you cum. Never edges you like he normally would. It's probably because he's not nearly as focused on himself and his own pleasure as he normally would be.

-Enjoys gently cumming inside of you during more gentle sex. Prefers cumming on your pussy/ass/dick or even your chest/belly if it's rougher, though.

-Often shuts his eyes as he finishes, fingers digging into your skin before his grip loosens and his eyes are glued to your face once more. He chuckles while showering your face in kisses, voice hushed and satisfied.

-"Dios mío, that was amazing. Can't believe I'm with someone as wonderful as you, mi amor."

-Almost always hopes you'll agree to taking a bath with him. Like I said, he's all about romantic intercourse, and there's nothing more romantic to Alejandro than getting to wash your body of the mess you've both created.

-And then you're gonna both fall asleep, Alejandro's strong arms wrapped tightly around you while he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders, whispering praises and adoring words.

-Oh, and he usually tries to stay up later than you. Why? Because the look on your face after sex, all satisfied and at total peace, makes him feel accomplished and happy for making you feel good.

Translations: (apologies if anything is inaccurate, online translators can only get you so far :()

Cariño=sweetheart/honey

Amor=love

Hermosa/o=beautiful

Mi vida=my life

Dios/Dios mío=God/my God

Grito mi nombre=Yell out my name

Tan jodidamente increíble=So fucking incredible

No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces=I won't let you cum if you don't

Alejandro has my ❤. He's just so.. 😍

Really enjoyed doing headcanons for him! You can probably tell that I had way more ideas for Alejandro than I did for Gaz (I'm so sorry Gaz enjoyers 😭). I've also intended to do Alejandro for a while, before even Ghost or König. I just did those two first since ik how popular they are.

I'll be doing more headcanons soon, probably more SFW ones, too, because I only have like 2 SFW headcanons on my page 😔.

Feel free to give me suggestions for who to do next!

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I made Hassan Zyani in the Sims 4, and he was sparring for work and I paused it at the best moment

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Hi! Could you do #15 with Ghost & FTM!Reader? I love your writing :D

Sure thing anon :D and thanks for the compliment lol, play the game HERE

Prompt: "Come here. Sit in my lap and tell me what you want."

CW:NSFW, Sub Bot Ghost, Dom Top FTM reader, riding, cockwarming, dom/sub, strap-on's, praise.

Simon went off to a mission. . .but he's not the one who come back.

It's Ghost that returns to you, loud footsteps ringing like gunshots outside your room, barely able not to take the door off it's hinges when he comes in. He stands in the doorway, on the proverbial line between here and back there; the scent of blood hits you before you even see him, blood on his clothes, on his body, on his soul (or what's left of it)

You continue writing your report, but move your eyes to meet his. The blood splattered across the bleach white of his mask turns the warm browns of his eyes dark like the head of a bullet, like the soil he'd been buried under, like the rot festering in his brain; Your first instinct is to comfort him, to get up and hug him, to hold him until your presence pushes life into his lungs, to let him claw your back and bite your shoulder because Ghost loves you with his teeth first but— no.

It's not what he needs right now.

"Come in, lock the door." You order, keeping your voice steady, firm, a bit bored even.

You write down a few more sentences in your report, ears straining to hear him follow your orders, the door locking, counting the steady 'thump's of his boots as he walks up to your desk. Neither of you talk, the silence broken by his staggered breathing; can't drown the world in blood without loosing your breath too.

"Strip." Your tone never changes, like this isn't abnormal for two lieutenants to do, like it's just another order, because he isn't a lieutenant right now. He's just another soldier.

He doesn't say a word, doesn't hesitate either, even the soft 'click's of belts and buckles turned harsh from how fast he undoes them. A little bit of care returns in the way he folds his gear, neatly laying the folded clothes on the edge of your desk. He stands before you naked save for the mask, dark eyes bearing down at you.

Beneath the scent of blood and sweat, there's the undoubtable smell of gunpowder and steel that had burrowed deep into his pores, his muscles rigid and jaw so tense you wouldn't be surprised if he'd chipped a tooth.

You finally look up, rolling back on your chair to create space between you and the desk. "Come here," You pat your thigh. "Sit in my lap and tell me what you want."

There's the slightest nod of his head before he's walking around your desk, Ghost's calloused hands grip your shoulders firmly as he settles on your lap, thigh thighs caging in your own, the chair creaking. He's a mountain of muscle on top of you and he doesn't attempt to ease the burden of his weight on you, he expects you to shoulder it as much as you expect him to give you all that's weighing down on him.

You tip your head back to look up at Ghost, gripping the armrests to keep yourself from touching him — you don't reward half-assed jobs. "Repeat my last order."

"Sit in your lap," Ghost says, rough, more teeth than tongue. "an' tell you what I want." His hands tighten on your shoulders as if he's trying to see how much pressure he needs to put before you break; a dog tugging on the leash.

"And?" You keep the discomfort from his grip secret, keeping a good poker face until he relents, his hands still firm but now holding you like the edge of a cliff than something he's destined to break.

". . .want you, sir." Ghost manages and you finally reward him, just a small brush of your fingers along his naked thighs feels like a hot knife carving through ice, painful and pleasant at once.

"Good," You hum, "Now, here's what's going to happen." The battlefield's uncontrollable, chaotic, unstable. Knowing what's going to happen will be good for him. "You'll go get my cock from the dresser, you'll put it on me, then you'll sit nice and pretty until I finish my reports." His eyes darken as you speak, "Any complaints?"

"Negative." He breathes out, body already starting to buzz. You motion for him to go and he does, walking across your office as you adjust the chair so you have a better way of writing with Ghost in your lap.

Ghost sucks in a breath when he finds the toy already attached to the harness, gripping it tightly in one hand and his heart flutters when his fingers don't wrap around it all the way. It's Simon's favorite one; Long and thick, never failing to make him feel so fucking full with the prominent curve it has, covered in artificial bumps to rub and tease his prostate with every breath or minute twitch, and a thick knot at the base to make sure he's not going anywhere.

It's Simon's favorite — Ghost couldn't give less of a fuck so long it's in him.

He pads back over to you, kneeling when you tell him to. You're slow and measured as you stand up, bracing your hands on his wide shoulders. "Put it on me." You hum, fingers scratching the back of his neck in reward when he does as he's told, careful with the strap like he is with his gear, tightening the belt until the large cock sits comfortably but firmly on you.

You sit back on the chair, grabbing the lube. "Hop up," Ghost is a little more eager this time, settling back in your lap. The 'click' of the cap opening sounds like a gavel. "Stay still and relax." You order, pouring a generous amount on your fingers and trailing down to circle around his hole. "Need you to tell me if it hurts, understand?"

"Affirmative sir," He says, tries to buck his hips into your hand to speed you up but you just grip his thigh until he realizes rushing you won't get him anywhere and he stills.

"Be good now," You circle his hole a few more times to smear the lube, pressing the pad of your finger against him and putting a bit of pressure without truly trying to penetrate him, just getting his body used to human sensations. A small ragged breath leaves him and you take it as your cue to push in, slow at first, only able to push to the first knuckle before he clenches down, unsure if he wants to draw you in deeper or push you out.

"Sir," He breathes out, resting his head on your shoulder, smearing the blood on his mask on your clothes.

"Relax," You remind him, waiting until his clenching walls cease trying to snap your finger off before pushing a little deeper. You repeat this song and dance a few more times until he's comfortable having your finger slowly fucking in and out of him, a nice flush across his chest.

"I'm going to add one more now." You say as you pull your finger out to pour more lube, hearing him bite back a groan by biting your shoulder as best he can. "And no biting," You huff, cooing softly when he stops what he's doing.

"Yes sir," He sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he feels you push two fingers into him. It's a bigger stretch than before, a bigger burn, and he relishes it. He pants, chest rising and falling rapidly with every thrust in and slow drag out, not even noticing that he's rock hard. You crook your fingers, lazily searching for his prostate and you know you find it when he actually moans, muffled as the sound is.

"There you go, good boy." Praising him softly you continue to stretch him up to four fingers, feeling him wrap his arms around your neck and resting his head on his forearm, panting softly in your ear and even giving you a soft grunt every time you graze his prostate.

His thighs are covered in lube by the time you're satisfied, his cock standing stiff at attention. You pulling your fingers out has him growling low in his throat, but you placate him easily with a firm grope of his thighs while you squeeze the rest of the lube on your strap.

"Now, you'll sit until I finish the reports, no more than an hour or two." You grip the back of his neck, making him look at you. "Can you do that, my strong man?"

"Yes sir." He breathes out, and even with the mask you can see a bit of your Simon coming back, the skin around his eyes flushed, pupils dilated.

"Good boy. Relax now." You guide the tip of your strap to his hole, letting him catch his breath before slowly pushing his hips down until the head slips past his rim. He shudders, swearing beneath his breath, his arms tightening around your head as he continues to slowly sink down the large strap.

He's panting by the time he's halfway down, the bumps on the thing lined in such a way that at least one is always pushing past his prostate, the tip spreading him apart further than your fingers can reach. You start taking pauses, letting his clenching walls get used to the large intrusion before pushing an inch more, going inch after inch like that.

Once only the knot remains Ghost has almost fully melted against you, the strap so big and stretching him so wide it demands his full attention, leaving the violent thoughts in his head nothing to hold on to. "Think you can take the knot?" You ask softly but firmly, brushing a hand down his arched spine to his stretched rim, feeling how taught it is.

"Yes," Ghost breathes out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. "Give it to me sir."

You grant him his wish, gently pushing his thighs down and tilting your hips up and it looks like it won't fit — then with a 'pop' the knot slips into him, tearing a loud nasally moan from him. It's insane but you swear you can feel him clenching around the strap, your hand settling on his stomach where the head of your cock is bulging his tummy, his cock leaking an endless stream of pre with how the bumps press against his prostate.

"Good boy," You praise him, groping and massaging his trembling thighs until he relaxes, fully relaxes, a long shuddering breath escaping his lungs. "Such a good boy, just sit and feel, alright?"

He hums in confirmation, slurring a 'yes sir' like he's drunk or sleepy. Even through the layers of clothing you can feel his wildly beating heart steadily slow from it's frantic beat to something calm, the pleasure and pain and everything melting away from his mind as his body finally registers he's safe. Safe to just be.

You keep your nondominant hand on his hip to keep him steady and still, brushing the surrounding skin with your thumb as you let him float in his head while you get back to your reports. . .

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Fuck The Haters (Poly!GhostSoap/M!OC)

TW Transphobia, use of a transphobic slur

A/N: this is just a vent self ship thing. Don't read it if you don't like it.

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Summary:

Ghost has taken his two boyfriends, Soap and Oliver out on a mall date. The two soldiers were a stark contract to their civilian gamer boyfriend, and some rude mall-guests make it their job to point it out.

As the three men made their way through the mall, Oliver's eyes sparkled with excitement. He held a couple shopping bags as he marvled at the merchandise in Hot Topic. Ghost and Soap loved seeing him this excited, and somehow it made them happy.

"I'm gonna check out the back, lad. Don't go too crazy." soap chuckles, pressing a kiss to Oliver's cheek. Oliver playfully sticks his tongue out at Soap, and continues his search for more Sleep Token merchandise.

Ghost had decided to follow Soap, leaving Oliver unsupervised. As he's browsing, he hears giggling and whispering behind him on the other side of the jewelry display. He tried to ignore it, but it was almost impossible. He felt the anxiety rising in his throat. They're a group of young college students, two white men, one with curly hair, the other with long brown hair, and a woman around the same age.<

"Ugly ass tranny." The man with the brown hair spat. Oliver tries to keep himself from yelling at them.

"Bitch we're talking to you!" The young woman calls out. He flinches, pretending to ignore them.

"Oi! Leave him the fuck alone." A deep voice growls. "Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about it, mate?" The blonde man mocks Ghost's accent.

"Ye might wanna back the fuck away laddie." Soap growls.

"I was a fucking football player. You really wanna fuck with me, fuckin pussy?" The blonde stood up, trying to size ghost and soap up. Ghost chuckles, keeping completely calm. "Sure. If you really want to go against a lieutenant." Ghost growls. "Jake let's just go.." The girl was suddenly nervous. "We're sorry." She says, trying to encourage her proud boy friends out of the store. The blonde scoffs, shaking his head.

"You'll never be a real man, ugly bitch!" He snarls at Oliver as they leave. Oliver flinches, tears in his eyes. Ghost and Soap turn to Oliver, their angry demeanors suddenly worried.

"You alright luv?" Ghost's voice lowered to a mumble. Oliver only hugged ghost, tears in his eyes. He seemed to be shaken up from the encounter. "I wanna go home.." He whimpers. Ghost sighs, hugging Oliver tightly. Soap and Ghost's eyes met, both feeling incredibly guilty they hadn't gotten there quick enough. "Aye.. let's head home. Price'll be wanting us back soon anyways lad.." Soap's voice was calm, comforting. Oliver sniffled, clinging onto Ghost's arm as they walked back the car.

Once they had gotten back to base, Ghost and Soap held Oliver tightly as he sits down on Ghost's bed. He curled up under Ghost's blankets, sighing in relief. Ghost lies beside Oliver, pulling him into his chest.

"You know what those people said were lies, right Oli?" Ghost questions. Oliver only shrugs silently. Soap lays behind Oliver, wrapping his arms around Oliver's waist, nuzzling his face into the back of his neck. Oliver melted, feeling ghost and soap both pressing into his body was better than what any weighted blanket could do. "I know. I love you both." He says, smiling against Ghost's chest.

"We love you too, sweet boy." Ghost mumbles.

"More than ye will ever know." Soap says.

"Our sweet boy."

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!!Minors & Ageless Blogs, DNI!! NSFW, Breeding Kink!!

No one can tell me that John Price doesn’t have a breeding kink regardless of whether or not you can actually get pregnant.

It doesn't matter if you're infertile or just straight up don't have the anatomy to bear his child, he'll still put you in a mating press and groan into your ear about how good you'd look round with his child. He's relentless with his thrusts, his bare cock hitting you in just the right places.

And you can't even dispel his comments about you bearing his children, because you're too incoherent, lost in the pleasure. John knows just how to fuck you well enough that you start to believe you could in fact, somehow, bear his children. You end up babbling in agreement with him about how good you'd look carrying his child, how well you'd both be at being parents.

John edges you until you beg him to let you come, until you beg him to fill you up. Only then does he resume his steady and pleasurable rhythm that sends you over the edge, using your hole clenching around him to send him over the edge and filling you up with his cum.

And after it all, John peppers gentle kisses and praises you for taking him so well. He pulls out only to plug you in with a dildo, so his sperm can take and impregnate you, just another way to further his fantasy.

Despite it, you cuddle into his chest, blissed-out from the pleasure he gave you. You two fall asleep like that, limbs entangled.

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OP holy FUCK this was amazing 😍

NOTE: This Reader is male!!

TW/CW: Death (minor death, but death nonetheless)

Imagining your city being overtaken by enemy soldiers and you were running away from a group of soldiers who are eyeing you because you're a fit man and thus a threat to them. It doesn't matter that you're not someone who likes to be violent, you were still considered a threat to them.

And so here you were, your lungs pumping over time to compensate for how fast you are running. Your eyes ere scanning the nearby areas for any place to hide, somewhere where you can be safe.

That's when you saw it: the very old temple of a god you can't remember the name of because your people stopped worshipping him a long time ago.

Before the siege, your people were debating tearing down the temple and building a new store because the temple stuck out like a sore thumb among the more modern buildings. It was still intact, even after years of being neglected, it kept standing tall and it seemed intimidating to anyone glancing at it. That's part of why people wanted it to be torn down, because it was not helping getting merchants and traders to come to your city, since they thought it meant your people were still stuck in the past and didn't have anything of value to trade.

But perhaps your pursuers are men of honor, or at least somewhat men of honor. Maybe the temple would make them pause, make them wary to step inside something that was once a sanctuary.

So, you didn't hesitate to turn slightly, running up the steps that used to be white but were now brown from years of oxidation. You threw open the doors that surprisingly seemed more intact than they should be, running inside the temple.

The temple used to be gorgeous, you thought as you looked around, having enough time to catch your breath.

Inside the temple was a large altar in the middle, unused and dusty but still decorated with a cloth that had beautiful designs of lightning bolts along the white cloth. There were breathtaking statutes, yellowed over the years but still held the beauty of the god they were sculpted after. There were a deep temple tank to the left, empty but had once been filled with water that came from a spout sculpted as the mouth of a statute of a satyr.

Your awe of the temple was interrupted by hearing the heavy boots of the soldiers who had been chasing after you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked around for where you could hide before they could see you.

Unfortunately, you were too slow and heard the soldiers laugh as they found you in the temple. You were frozen, your eyes stuck on the soldiers who were approaching the temple.

"Look, the boy thinks he can hide in a temple of a forgotten god," the leader of the soldiers said, demeaning you despite both of you being the same age. "Hoping the old god will save you? If he's even still alive, that is."

The soldiers were laughing at your predicament, their swords unsheathed as they continued to advance. This—your livelihood—was just a game to them.

You were just about to shift into a defensive stance, preparing to have to defend yourself, when you felt the ghost of a hand resting on the back of your neck. The surprisingly warm touch made you still, the temple suddenly filling with immense power you had no clue where it came from.

The soldiers were oblivious to the shift in the air, the leader of the soldier about to step onto the first step of the temple before he and his group got blown back by a gush of wind that had flown past you, just barely making you stumble. The soldiers, however, had been thrown backwards until they were at a considerable distance away from the temple.

The leader snarled in displeasure, clearly thinking you had been the one to show that display of power. "Fucking witch, this city is full of witches," he growled, now pissed.

He didn't take the warning that had was clearly the gust of wind, instead, he stalked towards the temple again. "I'll kill you, boy. And I'll kill you slowly too."

He was advancing towards the temple again when a roar of thunder shook the earth.

It was a warning, you thought, before you saw the leader get struck and charred with lightning when he didn't heed the warning thunder.

You jumped back in surprise, the leader having not been able to even scream in pain before dropping dead to the ground. Another roar of thunder shook the earth and the other soldiers took the warning, cursing before scrambling to run away.

"Thank you," you said, not knowing where to look, so you ended up looking up at a statute of the god.

A rumble of approval at your gratitude gently shook the temple as the god finally spoke up. "You're welcome. It was my honor to help a citizen of this city again," he replied, his voice gruff. "It has been so many decades since I've had someone in my temple, even if it's for sanctuary."

Your attention got taken away by hearing sounds of your people successfully running the rest of the soldiers out of the city and taking back the city. Your heart swelled at that, happy the danger was over.

You turned back to the statute and asked, "What kind of god are you? And what's your name?"

"I'm the God of the Sky. I used to a king of my pantheon, but my family has all faded," the god said, his voice becoming sad at the end of his sentence. He then cleared his voice to continue. "As for my name, well, your people have taken to such easier names that my true name would be too difficult for you to pronounce."

"Still, I need something to call you, my lord." You moved towards the altar, putting your hands into your pocket.

"John. Call me John. I believe that name is common in your region."

You hummed in response to that, pulling out a wooden carving of a handsome angel that you had done a while ago. "I don't have much to give you right now, but I hope this offering of a wood carving will be enough for now, Lord John." You placed the carving on the altar, feeling the pulse of power from the offering being added to the overall power in the temple.

"A little goes along way," John said, feeling very pleased at the offering. "Thank you."

"{Name}!"

Your sister calling out to you, her footsteps running through the streets of the ravaged city, brought you back to the reality of the situation. You couldn't stay, your family would worry and they needed your help to rebuild whatever was damaged in the siege.

"I'll be back soon, maybe tomorrow if everything goes well," you said, turning to leave. "I won't forget you, Lord John. I promise."

You ran down the steps, rushing to where your sister was. There had been determination in your last words to the god, like you were intent on keeping your promise and not forgetting a god that had already been forgotten.

"Run home, {Name}," John murmured, mostly to himself. "I have a feeling you're a man of his word and will be back. I look forward to it."

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Finally got to writing God!Price, after a long time of saying I'd get to him. This is just the start of a new series!

[simonxghost-bs]

how would the 141 + konig and vaqueros react to reader (not part of the military,just a civvy) randomly having connections with a bid deal military person like someone on a higher rank💀 imagine them being "oh general ___? we had dinner at his house last week. i met him while I'm on a coffee run" or someone from 141 mentioning that they need something and reader is just like "hmm i might have someone for that"

this is so funny to me

ghost: he needed access to some computer data from a big law firm, but they refused to cooperate with him or the team. at dinner one night, you two were talking about your days when he mentioned his frustration with this law firm. “what firm is it?” you asked curiously and he told you it was a group called ‘Henson and co Law’. you started laughing and when he looked confused, you smiled. “i know their mom. i use to babysit them for her after their dad left the picture. let me see if i can get their mother to talk some sense into those brothers.” the next day, the law firm quickly gave ghost what he needed and asked him to give you their love.

soap: you two were laying in bed together, him having just return from a recon mission. “you know, this mission is being over complicated just because no one knows how to get into this gala. every time we try and get invites, they reject us!” he let out his frustration and you looked up from your book. “you talking about the Mason Gala? i can get you in. Helen Mason is my godmother!” soap immediately whipped his head towards you, desperately grabbing at your arm. “please doll! also your godmother is a multi millionaire?” you shook your head, getting your phone out to text the women and ended up securing the whole team and yourself tickets.

gaz: you two were on a facetime call while he was on a mission. the homecoming date kept being pushed back because one of the guys they were supposed to get intel from kept flaking. gaz was expressing his frustration with the whole thing when he mentioned a name to you that was super familiar. “wait a minute…you don’t mean Ben Klark? i went to high school with him!” you laughed when gaz lurched forward. “please tell me you still have contact with him! we need tech!” you nodded, grabbing your laptop to message him. the next day, three boxes showed up full with the Klark tech the team needed.

price: he hosted a bbq at your guy’s house every other weekend. you were bringing out trays of food to the boys at the backyard table. they were deep in work talk when you joined. “we just need to somehow get the Jacobsons sisters to agree to go undercover.” price shook his head, knowing the two girls would never agree. “you mean Vanessa and Amelia Jacobsons? their mom does my nails.” you mentioned causally, setting the tray of food in front of soap and gaz. “wait you know them?” price looked at you confused. “yeah the girls come into the shop whenever i’m in to gossip. i think i have Vanessa’s number. i can try and convince her if it’ll help.” you looked at the boys, confused as to why this was groundbreaking to them. the boys immediately started begging you to ask the girls and you giggled as you went back into the kitchen, grabbing your phone to text the two girls.

alejandro: you happened to be sitting in his office, waiting for him to take you to lunch when him and two other officers walked in. “what do you mean we don’t have a pilot? no one on this base can fly?” he sounded frustrated as the two officers shook their heads. “you need a pilot?” you asked, catching the three men’s attention. “why? do you know one?” one of the officers asked. “yeah my brother. he’s overseas in america but i’m sure he’ll be able to do it. he’s air force.” you grabbed your phone to text him. alejandro crouched in front of you, kissing your head. “you’re my favorite, did you know that? i’ll contact his C.O. and get him down here.” you smiled, squeezing his hand. “you still owe me lunch.”

rudy: he was working in his home office when you entered, a plate of food in your hands. “rudy honey? you gotta eat.” you placed the plate down on top of the stack of papers he had buried his face into. “i will once i can get a reputable translator for when we go to russia in a few days.” he groaned, softly pushing the plate to the side. “i think i have a guy for that.” you pulled your phone out and started texting. rudy looked up at you, the look of hope in his eyes. “i’m desperate. everyone i reach out to is so sketchy.” he rubbed his eyes and you nodded. “Mikael Petrov. i studied with him in college. great guy.” you handed your phone to him with the contact pulled up. “you are a blessing.” he stood before kissing you gently.

könig: you were folding laundry in the family room when könig came home. he kicked his boots off before collapsing in his favorite chair next to you. “rough day?” you asked, not looking up from your task. “ja. everyone is busting my ass to find a hacker that can decode this transmission we intercepted.” you chuckled at the very militaristic sentence. “you could’ve just asked me baby. i know so many people.” you placed his pile of laundry on his lap before kissing his head. “you know someone? a hacker?” he looked concerned at first. “don’t ask. college roommate for all 4 years.” you laughed before getting your phone out. “Emila Davenport.” you gave him her number before taking the laundry basket full of clothes back upstairs to your room. “i’m gonna marry you someday, maus!” könig called out and you laughed loudly in return.

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If you tag your fics purposely as x male readers even though you made reader fem, you suck ❤️ you aren't respectful for the guys who actually want to read x male reader romance. Don't tag x male reader if you're going to be unfair. I'm sick and tired of the dysphoria hitting because y'alll want more attention on your fics/blogs.

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This whooped my ass for 11 hours, but honestly? I’m pretty happy with it!!

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My name is Oliver!! And I'm trans!! :3

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I can't stop thinking about Ghost with a motorcycle. The man dwarfs just about everything, but somehow he manages to find a nice either 600cc or 1000cc that fits him and he's set. He takes it everywhere, stares down cops and revs for the pretty things that wave at him from cars. All his gear is black, his helmet is tinted and he looks like a modern interpretation of death, but he also breaks to let turtles cross the road and doesn't let anyone on his bike without a helmet.

Backpacking for him is such a treat because he'll reach back and rub his hand along your leg at stoplights, tell you to "be good" every time you start squeezing somewhere you shouldn't. The man is a little bit of a stretch to get your legs around, but leaning against his back and watching the world whizz by is amazing. He always checks all your gear is on properly before starting the engine too, adjusting the strap on your helmet and bumping his black one against your more colorful one, helping you onto the bike even when you don't need it, and giving a little jolt forward to make you cling to him. The man knows what he's doing, and he's not going to risk precious cargo like you, but that doesn't mean you won't enjoy having you cuddled close and hugging him the whole ride.

He follows your directions every time you pat his leg to signal a turn, and stands around while you run into shops or up to ice cream vendors. What's he supposed to do? Say no? Not a chance.

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Shadow Company and Phillip Graves headcanons

Phillip Graves is afraid of large insects. Has hated them his entire life. Makes his Shadows kill them whenever one enters the base.

Graves takes the Shadows to his big, expensive ranch for Christmas, Hannukah or whatever else they celebrate if they can't get home for Christmas, if they're not welcome, or they don't have anywhere to go.

Graves teaches the Shadows how to cook on a grill or to change tires- whatever their fathers may not have taught them.

Graves (under one of the Shadows' cars.): "Yeah, kid, this baby needs an oil change and your tires are gettin' a little low. I'll change it for you. Get me my tools, yeah?"

Adding to that, he plays football with his boys on summer and fall days that they have off.

In professional football season, he pretends not to see his Shadows listening to the games on radio, and sometimes will watch over their shoulders if they're on leave and the game is on. Avid user of swearing during bad plays.

Hates Ghost. Thinks his mask is stupid.

Very heavy sleeper. Snores loud enough to be heard outside of his door.

Can't handle spice.

Horrific Spanish. His Shadows with Mexican or general Hispanic roots try to help him but he still pronounces things horribly wrong. It makes them cringe and give up.

Incredibly Southern. Says things like "you're sweatin' like a sinner in church, you alright?" Or "bless your heart."

Graves probably owns three different aprons. Has one that says "kiss the cook" and once when everyone was really drunk, a couple of the Shadows gave him kisses on the cheek as he gave them food. He thinks about it every night before bed.

Thinks he's the scary one. Sometimes he is. But mostly his gigantic Shadows that stand behind him whenever he goes to meet with a client.

Has a little stash of candy he'll sometimes give to a Shadow who's having a bad day, telling that Shadow that it's from one of the staff on base.

Graves has bad experiences with commandeering commanding officers, so when they're not around other people, the Shadows either call him Graves or Phil.

Graves is spectacular at beerpong. Can beat every single Shadow in the Company.

If you'd like more, I have more!!

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This was the cutest thing. 😭