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i don't know where you're going, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?

(i don't know where i'm going but i don't think i'm coming home)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish

Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Missions Gone Wrong, Multiple POV, Alternating POV, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Hospitalization, Injuries

Summary:

— 💀 — Push forward. One step. Push forward. Two steps. Push forward. Three. He would be fine. It didn’t matter that Roba’s hook pierced him in roughly the same spot. Didn’t matter that no one came to help, not even as he approached exfil. Didn’t matter that no one even spared him a glance as he fell, slamming his head so hard into the ground his thoughts fizzled out. — 🧼 — He nervously holds onto Ghost’s wrist tightly. Fuck, fuck, be alive, please. One second. Not now, not yet. Two seconds. I need you. Thump. The thumping begins to repeat into a steady heartbeat, and Soap couldn’t be more relieved. — 🧼💀 — or: Ghost is used to being on his own. Through gritted teeth and broken bones, he'll bear the pain alone. Soap is used to keeping things to himself, or just out of plain sight. Even if those things could cost him. A fic told through flashbacks in the lens of a hopeless man and the present of a hopeful one.

Read me on AO3!

@ghostsoap-server

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roommate simon who breaks his wanking hand on a mission and gets all frustrated, wandering around your shared flat with a permanent scowl and an unmistakable tent in his pants. It’s obvious what’s going on, so you offer to give him a handjob just so he’ll stop being bitchy.

of course, there’s no way he’d be satisfied with just one.

after weeks of fucking into your soft palm whenever he gets hard, watching his cum coat your fingers, his cast finally comes off. As soon as he gets back from his appointment to get it removed, he settles you between his legs on the couch, his now-healed hand making its way beneath your underwear as he murmurs in your ear, promising you two orgasms for every one you gave him.

he’s just showing his thanks, he promises! Things can go right back to normal after this.

like hell they will.

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forgot to post this here

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Beary Barry in an interview about SIX talking about his facial hair growth lol and how he tries to get every character of his to have a beard but his wife sees right through his attempts lol (go katy)

also not him being so fucking good with accents that he could narrow his down to fucking western Pennsylvania

Full Interview

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THE CAPTAIN HAS DRIP AND HERE IS THE EVIDENCE.

Exhibit A

Look at his cute little scarf and hat ….do u think this is not fashion but function!?!!?

Exhibit B

Look how he rolls his beanie above his ears…look at his cutie jacket..again fashion.

Exhibit C

Again his cutie beanie and jacket…this man is has drip.

Exhibit D

Look at the turtle neck…it’s intentional. To be fashionable ofcourse.

[soaphawk]

i don't know where you're going, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?

(i don't know where i'm going but i don't think i'm coming home)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish

Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Missions Gone Wrong, Multiple POV, Alternating POV, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Hospitalization, Injuries

Summary:

— 💀 — Push forward. One step. Push forward. Two steps. Push forward. Three. He would be fine. It didn’t matter that Roba’s hook pierced him in roughly the same spot. Didn’t matter that no one came to help, not even as he approached exfil. Didn’t matter that no one even spared him a glance as he fell, slamming his head so hard into the ground his thoughts fizzled out. — 🧼 — He nervously holds onto Ghost’s wrist tightly. Fuck, fuck, be alive, please. One second. Not now, not yet. Two seconds. I need you. Thump. The thumping begins to repeat into a steady heartbeat, and Soap couldn’t be more relieved. — 🧼💀 — or: Ghost is used to being on his own. Through gritted teeth and broken bones, he'll bear the pain alone. Soap is used to keeping things to himself, or just out of plain sight. Even if those things could cost him. A fic told through flashbacks in the lens of a hopeless man and the present of a hopeful one.

Read me on AO3!

@ghostsoap-server

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Is this a problem?

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“i can fix him” “i can make him worse” i can imagine him in little scenarios every night as i’m falling asleep

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with a comically large 'stache, comes with a comically smol size

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Disarmed

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your boyfriend wants you to see how pretty you are on a day you don’t really feel it.

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

kyle “gaz” garrick x afab!fem!reader 

tags: established relationship, bdsm elements, fingering, squirting, praise, gaz is a good boyfriend

*could be considered dub-con w/ reader’s mental state; discussion and consent are implied but not explicitly stated

♡

kyle “gaz” garrick, who voraciously detests the days your brain is unkind to you. it’s not your fault, he knows that; but he loathes that little voice in your head that degrades you, tarnishes your confidence, makes you question what he sees in you. he’s been stupid in love with you since day one, and no amount of bad brain days will change that.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who tries his hardest to make those days even the slightest bit better. he can see the storm clouds brewing overheard the moment you wake up, so he’ll love on you just that much more to combat the noise.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who feels his heart break just a little when you tell him between sniffles that you don’t feel pretty. you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his goddamn life, and the fact that you can’t see any fraction of that some days makes him want to cry.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who is so horrendously down bad for his girl that he’ll do anything to show you just how fucking pretty he thinks you are.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who waits for that next bad day to sit you down on the bedroom floor. he has you sit between his legs, facing the large, full-length mirror beside the closet. his arms wrap around your waist, chin tucked into the curve of your shoulder as he reassures you that he loves you, all of you, every little part of you. he asks if you need more from him, but you don't quite respond.

kyle “gaz” garrick, whose patience and insistence can only guide him so far down the right path before his sense of self-restraint snaps. that’s how you end up locked in a spreader bar that’s tucked beneath his legs, knees splayed atop his thighs, stripped bare and on display in his lap. you writhe, desperate to look at him, begging for just a little kiss, but his firm grip is locked vise-like around your jaw, forcing you to stay focused on the mirror. 

kyle “gaz” garrick, who starts slow, spreading your puffy, slick folds open with two fingers - ring and index. he demands that you look, asks if you see it now. when you shake your head a little, he taps your clit with his middle finger a couple times, silvery strings of arousal clinging to the grooves of his prints.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who tortures you this way for almost 20 minutes before dipping a finger into your now drooling hole. he’s methodically inconsistent with pace and depth, keeping you guessing. your breathing is ragged, hips twisting as you try to put your thighs together. he laughs, low and almost cruel.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who slips in a second finger without warning, earning a near shriek from his darling girl. you claw at his wrists, pleading so sweetly with him to make you cum. he tuts in your ear, shaking his head as he declines, promising you can have more when you tell him how pretty you are.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who doubles his efforts when your voice turns saccharine - 

“please, ky - oh, fuck! - please!”

- and those dexterous fingers curl up, finding that perfect spot with expert precision. your back bows off his chest, eyes rolling back, your head tipping against his shoulder, and he none-too-gently pulls your face forward again.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who keeps telling you how fucking stunning you look, how pretty his baby is, how much he loves every inch of you. heat rises in your cheeks, he can feel it where your skin is pressed to his, and he asks if you see it, too. you shake your head, brows furrowing under beads of sweat.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who assures you will as he kisses your temple before sliding in a third finger. you let out a gut-punched gasp, grinding against the heel of his palm. you’re salivating, a line of spit puddling behind your lower lip. the pressure he applies tilts your chin down, and the thin stream dribbles out. it lands on your tits, glossy and slick.

“you gonna be a good girl and keep

your eyes on that mirror for me, lovie?”

kyle “gaz” garrick, who awaits your eager nod before releasing your jaw. his fingers withdraw, and he uses both hands to spread you open. fuck, he wants to bury his cock inside you. he wants to watch your perfect cunt struggle to swallow his entire length, lips gripping him for dear life while you sob and beg for more. he wants to ruin you and make you look yourself in the eye the whole time so maybe you’ll see a fraction of what he sees.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who smacks your pretty pussy in triplicate, sharp and stinging. he revels in the actual shriek you let out before stuffing two fingers back into you, finding that spot again automatically.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who rubs your stiff, swollen clit in neat, tight circles. you nearly sob at the contact, the tears pooling along your lashes finally spilling over. it doesn’t take long before you’re hiccuping incomprehensible pleas, delirious with pleasure, begging.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who refuses to let up.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who wants to see his girl squirt.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who won’t fucking stop until you give. him. what. he. wants.

kyle “gaz” garrick, who spits a slew of praise as your filthy little cunt gushes around his fingers. his ears ring with your compelled moans and whines as he drags the orgasm out of you until you’re pleading with him to stop. 

kyle “gaz” garrick, who’s vision blurs a little as he cums untouched.

“tha’s my girl, tha’s my fuckin’ girl,

that’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

kyle “gaz” garrick, who holds your gaze in the reflection. he slows his pace as he gingerly nips at your skin. you’re panting, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. the floor in front of you is soaked, as are kyle’s thighs. he asks you one more time if you see how pretty you look like this, and this time, you nod with a sated smile, adding a hazy “yes, sir”.

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Simon has daddy issues and I can 100% see him accidentally calling Price daddy during sex and feeling so embarrassed abt it just for John to laugh and start fucking harder while cooing “yeah? You want daddy’s cock?” In his ear causing Ghost to moan and clench down

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young simon when he joins price

“oh. oh i’m in danger. he’s hot”

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dare i say... professor!gaz x student!reader...

but instead of you offering a... different way of keeping your grades up, Proffessor Garrick rewards you, his over achieving student, for being the best in his class.

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Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick 01/??

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Prompt #1118

"We both made mistakes. But I don't think I can forgive yours."

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People who don’t tag mcd so i can filter it out and not see it on my dash i hope you have a terrible day