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I was thinking about a head cannon of how some of the mw2 characters (ghost, soap, Kƶnig, etc) would react to their partner sending them a nude photo?ššš
Sorry if you did this already but Iām pretty sure you havenāt tho cuz I definitely would have read it already š
MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Specialā¢ Photo from Their S/O
Warnings: 18+ (just to be safe), Non-Specific/Explicit Implications of Smut, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You', Singular Mention of Graves Throwing Himself off a Cliff, Dominant! MW2, Submissive! MW2, Dominant! Reader, Submissive! Reader, Profanity, etc.
Ghost
He will literally stare bug-eyed at the picture youāve sent him like šļøOšļø
Since itās a physical photograph, he keeps it on him like a chapstick, which is to say all the time.
He isnāt risking ANYONE besides himself seeing it.
And when heās about to embark on a mission, he keeps it tucked into his vest right where his heart is so that itās practically part of him.
He likes to think that, somehow, you can hear ā feel ā his heart beating, know that heās still alive and fighting so that he can come home and see you.
And when he returns from a mission and goes to his quarters, he has someā¦alone time.
You know, to really study the picture.
Not that he doesnāt know every curve and edge of your body already.
But that doesn't stop him growling your name into the pillow as he rocks against it, a hole cut into the bottom of it ā a poor imitation of you.
A makeshift lover.
If anyone ends up seeing that picture ā if they stole it from him, if by some act of God (because thatās what itāll take) it slipped out of his vest or pocket ā they are in for a World of Painā¢.
There wonāt be a time they wonāt flinch upon hearing Ghostās name, or when they see his shadow like an omen on the wall as he commandeers the halls. Prowling.
Heād feel pretty guilty about someone else seeing you how he does, even if it was only for a fraction of a second.
So heās definitely going to make it up to you when he gets back <3
Kƶnig
His heart canāt take this kind of torment.
Heāll be looking down at his phone, the image of you burning into his skin like a holy artefact.
He definitely gets more jumpy around people when he has his phone on him.
Will literally clam up and shove it into the deepest recesses of his pocket if someone comes too close.
Even when your picture is safely stored behind a password-protected photo album.
He has to excuse himself from training or other commitments whenever his mind wanders back to you, and subsequently that image (which is basically all the time).
Sometimes he calls you while heās sorting himself out.
He just needs to hear your voice ā to feel closer to you.
Itās the only way he can finish.
āEngel,ā he rasps, his breath stuttering, āI need you,ā
And everyone just looks at him like heās grown a third eye when he returns because, unbeknownst to him, Kƶnig canāt keep quiet, and everyone who has never heard even a peep from him is suddenly aware of the carnality that lies beneath his skin, wired into his soul.
And at the centre is his love for you, boundless and overflowing so that the rest of his teammates know it, too.
Not that they mind all too much.
They all sit and think that you must be one beautiful person to evoke such a response from Kƶnig.
Soap
Will tease you back.
Sends a mirror pic of him in a tight black shirt, saying something like āYouāll see the rest when I get home.ā
Is absolutely ravenous when it comes to you.
No cap, goes absolutely ham in the shower when the image of you in nothing flashes in his mind.
His low moans are enough of a warning for the rest of the 141 to stay away for the next half an hour or so.
Aside from that, heāll just look at the picture because he finds you beautiful.
Stares at it while heās in bed. Laments on how much he misses you ā¹ļø.
Heās counting down the days until he can see you again, and with each that passes, he can feel your silhouette becoming tangible in his hands, as if you were stepping out of the photo.
Sometimes, he dreams that youāre there with him, nestled between his arms.
Other times the dreams are a little moreā¦graphic.
But Johnny canāt help it.
He just canāt contain himself when it comes to you.
Valeria
If you thought her violent tendencies could never extend to you, prepare to be amazed.
The second this woman sees what youāre trying to do ā or, rather, what she thinks youāre trying to do ā she is not happy.
You could have sent that image with the purest (within reason) of intentions; just letting Valeria know that you miss her, wishing her a good day ā whatever.
What she sees is you trying to manipulate her by using your body as an instrument of destruction.
Dramatic, yes. But Valeria has never been one to take chances.
Sheāll be deceptively calm over text: āDonāt tease me, Darling. You know what happens when you do.ā
All day, all she can see is that image.
Whenever she turns a corner, youāre there; whenever sheās talking to someone, youāre peering at her over their shoulder; when sheās alone, youāre sat with her ā on her ā trying to take her attention away from her paperwork.
Redemption is a baseless concept when Valeria returns home that evening.
You will not know rest until sheās done with you.
Price
āFuckinā Hell, Love,ā heāll say, the darkness hanging on his voice tangible even through the voice note.
āWhatāve you been up to while Iāve been away, hmm ?ā
Will not rest until he knows heās got you hot and bothered.
This entails him sending increasingly risquƩ images of himself; first, just one of him flexing, his arms thick and crawling with veins.
The next is of his shirt raised just below his chest, the dim light of the room keeping enough of him shrouded that his identity is unknown to all but you, his wide silhouette taking up most of the picture.
And, if you decide to be resilient against his attempts to make you feel as you have him, youāll receive a series of menacing messages.
āDonāt get too comfortable, Angelā, heāll say.
āYou never know when Iāll come through that doorāā
He grins as he sees youāve read his message, hanging on his every word.
āAnd ravage you.ā
And you know he means it, too.
Meanwhile, heās multitasking; keeping a clear, professional head and giving orders while resisting the primal urge to drop everything and find you.
And no amount of pleading or tears will spare you from his wrath when he returns.
Horangi
Regardless of how well the military life trained his self-discipline, nothing can dampen the sheer need Horangi feels whenever he receives a special picture from you.
Iām talking: he will literally sit in silence for ten minutes because heās got a raging issue he needs to take care of but canāt risk anyone else seeing it.
Will thunder down the hall to the nearest bathroom when the meetingās over and take out his frustrations there.
When he calls, youād better pick up the first time.
If you donāt, youāll have Hell to pay when gets home.
āBaby,ā he breathes down the phone, the fog already making his mind frost over, his body burning up.
āWhat have you done to meāā
These brief encounters are the only thing keeping him sane while heās away; they make him feel closer to you.
And, repaying you in kind, he returns one night, in the silence of the moon hours.
He finds you, pulls you to him, clutching on tight as you begin to wake.
And, between delirium and consciousness, his voice is all you can hear.
āShouldnāt have tested me, Sweetheart,ā he says, whispering as though partaking in a secret.
āNow Iām going to have to challenge you.ā His arms are snakes as they constrict you.
āFall asleep before Iām done with you, and I promise there will be no end to your suffering.ā
Alejandro
Teasing a man as passionate as Alejandro is not going to end well for everyone involved.
Expect to receive a barrage of very choice texts back.
āYou have no idea what youāre doing to meā, heāll say, followed by a photo of the tent in his trousers.
And a sinister: āBut you willā.
If heās away on business for even just a few days, heāll go practically feral whenever he sees that picture of you.
To everyone else, heāll be the leader Alejandro Vargas they all know him as ā ruthless and righteous.
Yet, thereās something different in the way he walks as he excuses himself from the table, his destination unknown.
His gaze is narrowed and his teeth are grinding, rabid in disposition.
And when he gets home, no matter how long of a day itās been, youāre in for a very long night.
Heāll appear behind you, a spectre, clamping a hand down on your shoulder.
āYou shouldnāt test a soldier, Love,ā he says, his grip tightening.
You don't turn around, an exhilarating fear keeping you frozen.
He leans down, his mouth just at your ear, his breath hot.
āBecause you never know when heāll snap.ā
Rodolfo
This man is usually rather quiet and submissive when it comes to the more personal aspects of your life together.
But when you send him a picture that makes him question how long he can keep his composure for, youāre in trouble.
Youāll be receiving a phone call from a very exasperated Rodolfo, who, despite his best efforts, has succumbed to your charm.
Definitely a growler when heās in a dominant mood.
More of a whimperer when heās not.
At times like these, you get both.
āDarling,ā he breathes, the back of his head pressed against the cold cubicle wall. āLook what youāve done to meā¦ā
His whining is more than enough to let you know the effect youāve had on him.
And itās what he says next that makes your blood run cold.
āI wonāt let you get away with this.ā
The husking baritone in his voice tells you heās being truthful.
And if you try to clap back with something witty, or even an apology, Rodolfo just laughs.
āThe time for mercy is long past, mi Amor,ā he tells you.
āAll you can do now is prepare for the Reckoning.ā
Graves
This smug idiot.
Definitely smirks to himself when he gets that picture.
Has to resist the urge to show it off to everyone in the boardroom because heās just that proud to have you as his partner.
Yes, he is hard. Yes, heās still going to give this presentation in front of all the major shareholders.
Why ?
Because heās Graves. Also, because he knows he has more money than everyone else in that room, and, consequently, more power.
Will shoot you back a text like: āMighty fine work, Babydollā, followed by, āYouāre getting a promotion when I get home.ā
Yes, he uses corporate jargon when discussing intimate matters.
Heās a businessman at heart, he canāt help it.
Definitely more playful than most of the others on this list.
The type to take his time with you and make you laugh while he does so.
But when he wants to be rough (and when you want him to be), he can be.
And he gets mean when heās like that.
Iām talking hair-pulling, name-calling ā basically just bullying you, but consensually.
Does his best to take care of you, though.
If he found out that heād actually upset you, heād literally jump off a cliff ā he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
Expect many lavish gifts if this happens, though.
But donāt tell him that I told you that š.
Gaz
Will nearly drop his phone ā it turns to butter in his hands.
He looks over his shoulder at least fifty times before heāll allow himself to look at the photo again.
Poor boyās face is turning red, his palms are sweating, he canāt think straight.
Paranoid 24/7 that everyone knows he has that picture of you.
But it doesnāt intimidate him enough for him to even try to keep quiet in the barracks when he has some alone time.
Similar situation to Soap; everyone knows to steer clear of whichever room Gaz was last spotted walking into for a while.
It would take him a few days for him to send a picture back.
More than likely, itāll be of him in a scarcely lit bathroom in nothing but his boxers with a very prominent outline in them.
Followed by a text with something to the effect of: āBeen thinking about you all night, Sweetsā
And God forbid you send him another image of yourself. And definitely do not send a message saying āAww, has my good boy been behaving himself ?ā
Will literally send him over the edge.
The rest of the 141 canāt commandeer the bathroom for the rest of the day after that.
And when Gaz gets home, just know that your phone screen canāt protect you anymore.
Not when you have a man made of pure intellect and solid mass running full-force at you with all the pent-up energy seen only in a nuclear reactor.
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Random photo dump for 2023...
Those outdoorsy and hotel pictures were taken on a planned trip to Portland, OR. It is everything you've thought about when the word "hipster" comes to mind. The majority of the food that I consumed was amazing: fresh, intentionally selected ingredients, so many food trucks and restaurants that were birthed from food truck conversions.
Seattle was weird to me. It IS weird. It also is suffering deeply from the struggles of the unhoused and temporarily displaced. But there is still beauty in her cracks. I have to separate my line of work from the city because she is so much bigger than my 12 hour shifts.
Portland is like this. Go and see it. Put it on your bucket list and budget for it.
Amarylis is a beautiful girl, and she has impending appointments to be made. She screams at me for attention and never says "no" in cat to affection from her parents. It's more like a "not right now" in cat, where she appears affronted that you'd so much as touch her and then sashays as she turns away from you and starts preening and grooming. Diva...
She's been a great source of comfort to me, though. Amarylis never fails to curl up at the foot of the bed while I go to sleep or just nuzzle my legs and sit beside me when I'm relaxing at home. She is the chillest of cats except for when it's close to the hours of 5am and 4/5pm, her feeding times, and then she becomes this feigning, wild-eyed, desperate, whiny little thing practically prostrating at your feet.
But other than that, she's wonderful. 10/10. Would clone another of her for sure!
That. Coffee. Bar.
I made that. š„¹š
It's very Magnolia Home and Pinteresr-inspired. Did I nail the modern farmhouse look? Yes? I'm going to say I did. Emphatically. The bar was ordered off of Amazon and is really good quality. It took like 2 hours to install with my partner.
The knick knacks: mugs, coffee stirrers, canisters, and storage jars, and what have you are from Fred Meyer (local grocery store chain out here that's like this regional part of the country's answer to Wal-Mart. It literally has everything, even jewelry and engagement rings), Wal-Mart, Amazon Fresh (that cute pop of orange from that mug in the left corner? A free promotion giveaway and thank you gift from the associates at the Amazon Go in my apartment complex. I have two.), and Target.
In a few months, I will be visiting my parents' homeland of Jamaica. My home away from home. My other place. My Caribbean heritage. I am quietly excited and celebratory but also personally struggling so...
I'm peac-ing out for now. I'll lurk on here and probably won't post like this for another few months. Expect the occasional random reblog. Maybe I'll post vacation pics to Jamaica. Sans family. Just me and my boo.
But, before that, I have to deal with some personal shit: work stress, life stress, my stress...and all the effed up mess, and then I need to love on my man. He's been holding me down since day one and never ever stops. Of course, I support and cheerlead him 200 percent all day every day. That's Bae. I know what I offer and what my value is. He meets and matches that exponentially and without question or complaint. 10/10. Bitch, get you a cis- or Trans or nonbinary or asexual or whatever and however they want to be identified as- Grade A Patrick. Or I could just clone him.
Alright, ya'll, let me shut up cuz I know this shit isn't getting read to the very end.
Until next time, lovelies... āšæ
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