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simping-overload · 2 days
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Hello! I was just wondering if you could write some angst!!
I was wondering if you could write a ghost x male reader where reader gets seriously injured to the point where it scares the shit out of ghost and ghost lectures him but ends up crying as he's lecturing the reader? 👀
a/n: hurt/comfort my love tags: canon typical violence, gore(??ppl get stabbed and someone gets their throat sliced open) no use of y/n, male reader, injured reader, prob occ ghost??? ghost cries, everyone cries. angst, hurt/comfort
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You were a sniper. You weren’t supposed to get too close to the fight. All you had to do was hang back and try to offer support, but by the gods do you never listen.
The situation got tight, Gaz and Soap trapped in a room by enemy fire. Captain Price and Ghost were clearing out another building.
You being the oh so self-sacrificing bastard you are ran to help. You went the back way, so the enemies’ backs would face you, unaware of your approach.
You quickly and efficiently took them out, just as you were trained, but—you missed one. A heavy hitter, a fucking Juggernaut.
He didn’t bother reloading his gun, throwing it to the side before he started swinging. The first few swings caught you off guard, and he got you right in the nose, breaking it. This throws you off balance, which gives him the opportunity to throw you against the concrete wall.
You rolled to the side before he could kick your ribs in, quickly standing up on your feet, slightly dazed. You pull out your knife, the one you were gifted to Simon, as using a gun in close combat would be useless.
You circled each other, waiting for the other to strike first. Vaguely out of the corner of your eye, you can see Soap carry Gaz out of the building. You feel a slight relief that now they’re safe.
Your way of winning this fight was to take it nice and slow, bait him into moving so he wears out easier due to all that heavy gear.
You move forward like you’re going to swing, which causes him to charge forward. You sidestep. His armor barley grazes yours.
“Oh? Is That all you got?” You mock, tapping your foot like an impatient child. You’ve played this game before.
He huffed like a big bad wolf, “I’ll fucking kill you,” He growls out.
Charing at you again, he actually gets you. He grabs onto the side of your armor and pulls you on him, securing his arms around your body before throwing you onto the ground with him.
You can feel something crack as your head fits the floor, that doesn’t stop you from squirming and wriggling in his grasp. You use your knife, plunging it into the nearest flesh you can find.
It didn’t go far, but it did make him shout in pain. For just a moment, his grip loosens, you throw yourself out of his hold, trying to dash away to create distance.
He recovered quickly, grabbing onto your ankle. He forced you to trip. Landing face first, you couldn’t stop him from dragging you back to him. He gets on top of you, pinning your arms down with his knees as he starts punching you again.
You black out, head and mouth bleeding. The man cackles, throwing you up against the wall with a cackle. He holds you up, forearm pressed against your through as your feet dangle helplessly in the air.
Your eyes shoot open at your sudden lack of air, you kick at him weakly. Shaking hands, reach for your knife, ripping it out of his thigh. You can’t use it before he rips the blade out of your head and stabs your stomach multiple times.
High off of adrenaline, you grab a smaller knife from your shoulder strap, one that was covered in a fast acting poison to render your opponents immobile. You did the knife under his helmet; the knife meeting his now exposed throat and you slice.
The man immediately drops you, leaving the knife in your stomach as he stumbles back, holding his neck. He slides down against the wall as his body gives up on him.
You raise a shaky hand to your walkie, “Captain-L.T. I need a medic asap. I can’t stay awake for much longer.” You can feel your eyelids get heavy.
“Stay awake, soldier. I’m on my way.” Simon’s gruff voice was the last thing you heard before your eyes seemed to shut for what may be the last time.
You float in and out of consciousness, eyes cracking over just barley as you feel familiar arms pick you up and run to the evac. On the helicopter, his gloved hands holding your face with such gentleness.
The last thing you remembered was being jabbed with one too many needles before passing out completely.
You felt like shit. Your head was pounding, and the rest of your body felt like it was on fire. You crack your eyes open, wincing at the blinding lights of the medical ward.
Your eyes scan the room. There isn’t anyone here. Aside from whoever is sleeping next to you. You turn your head slightly, recognizing the familiar build of the love of your life, Simon.
“Simon.” You try, voice dry and horse.
His head automatically shoots up at the call of his name. His eyes lock with yours. You can see the internal strife within them debating over what he wants to say.
“You’re an idiot.” The insult doesn’t make you wince, as it’s true.
“I know—.”
“No, I don’t think you do. You rush in blind, without a care in the world. You could’ve been killed, and you nearly were.” Simon takes your hand in his.
“I was only trying to help Si... I couldn’t do shit from the bird’s nest.” You interlock your fingers and squeeze his hand.
“What help are you if you ended up dead?” His shoulders drop. “I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if you did.”
You can feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes, “Simon... let me see you.” You nudged the edge of the mask with your free hand.
Simon slips off the mask, his eyes are bloodshot-a result of hours of crying. You cup his face with a shaky hand. “But I am here now, that is what matters, yeah?”
He leans into your palm, tears streaming down his cheeks. You sigh, pulling him towards you. Pressing your forehead against yours, he sighs against you.
“I’ll make sure to be safer next time, okay?”
“Okay.”
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altvec · 1 day
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Thinking about M!reader who listens to white girl music like it’s his life line.
Most listened song in his Spotify wrapped? Love story by Taylor Swift
First song he plays when he’s in control of the aux? California girls by Katy Perry
Mental breakdown music? Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Shakira (Specifically Hips don’t lie)
Also he listens to inappropriate music when he’s sad, I’m talking any Ayesha Erotica, WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion, Super Freaky girl by Nicki Minaj, Bang Bang by Jessie J, Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj.
Then his CoD s/o just looks at him like “Who the fuck did I agree to date/marry?” But he loves m!reader because m!reader is just a little bit silly
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The Middle: Ghost's Shadow
The Beginning, Part 1 of The Middle, Part 2 of The Middle The only warning here is that there's canon-typical violence. Also, there’s a time skip.
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It took years for Ghost to heal from Roba, but that was to be expected. That didn't stop you from being relieved when he slowly but surely regained his humor, making you chuckle and groan at the cheesy dad jokes he'd tell his fellow soldiers.
He eventually made it into a task force called Task Force 141 and he seemed to finally be thriving with them. He was letting them in, creating a new family after his old one died.
And you were still there too, always hiding in the shadows. Ghost would be up on a rooftop, using his sniper skills to shoot down enemies on missions, and he'd see you. Only he could see you, see your form shifting into whatever mortal form a dead enemy soldier would be more comfortable with as you helped guide them to their afterlives. It was a sense of comfort for him, to see past all the blood being shed and see you in the middle of it all.
Your mortal form was never constant as you moved through the falling bodies and fighting soldiers like the shadows that always encased you. If someone preferred to see a masculine form, then you looked masculine. Someone wanted to see a feminine form? You looked feminine. You even looked androgynous if a dead soul didn't have any preference.
Despite Ghost being the only one who saw you, his fellow soldiers were always quick to joke about how they could see the shadows move slightly whenever he was around. How they said amongst themselves that Ghost had a shadow following around him.
And to them it seemed plausible because when they'd find Ghost standing outside the base all alone, looking out in the distance, they could see his hand reached behind him like he was holding a hand of someone who was invisible. They'd walk past his barracks only to hear him talking softly inside and they'd expect someone to walk out with him but they could see the barracks were empty when he left.
One day you were talking about the stories they made up about Ghost, how they said Ghost could control the shadows.
You were cuddled up against his chest as you two laid in his bed, your mortal form whatever it had been when you had last taken a soul to an afterlife. Ghost was running his fingers up and down your back gently, his chin resting on top of your head.
"Well, they wouldn't be curious about my so-called oddities if you would take on a permanent mortal form when visiting me," he teased, his black balaclava and white skull mask off so you could see the way the corner of his lips turned upwards into a smirk, able to see all of his scars.
You had missed the light in his eyes during the previous years. And it was almost fully back now.
You rolled your eyes, huffing at his response. Even after so many years, he was still trying to get you to take on a permanent mortal form, join him on the mortal realm to live a mortal life.
"While I'm glad you managed to still do your job as Life while being a mortal, Ghost, I don't think it would be that simple for me," you replied, looking up at him from where your head was resting on his chest.
Ghost moved his other hand from where it was holding your hip and he ran his fingers through your hair. "Come on, you can't deny that it'd be easier for us to cuddle if you took a permanent mortal form, Death. I'm sure you could become like a medical examiner and still be able to do your duties as Death."
You sat up, making him withdraw his hands from your hair and back. "I don't know, Ghost.... I just can't see myself being completely in the mortal realm," you said, your voice soft.
"Why not? You already don't go back to our home realm much unless it's to sleep." Ghost sat up as well, your close proximity making it easy for your two power signatures to reach out to each other and intertwine like always. "Think about it, Death. I could create an adult mortal body for you so you wouldn't have to spend an entire childhood before we could meet again. Any type of mortal body, I could create it for you."
One of his hand ran up the side of your arm.
"Any gender you wanted."
Another swipe of his hand up your arm, giving you goosebumps.
"Any skin color you wanted."
His voice was closer to your ear than before, his breath tickling the back of your neck.
"Any body type you wanted."
His other hand swiped up your other arm but instead of caressing it up and down like his first hand was, it cupped your cheek. His touch was so gentle, but this form... It wasn't necessarily yours.
"You could finally have whatever form you wanted. Present yourself however you want, no longer changing yourself to be what everyone else wants you to look like. Don't you want that? To know that my hands are touching a body that's completely yours?"
And you did want that. Having no permanent form made it easier for you to change into whatever type of person a dead soul would better react to, since they were so raw from dying, but it was exhausting. Years of watching Ghost interact with everyone in the mortal realm made you yearn to be mortal too, but you had been pushing it down.
Ghost could see the answer on your face and he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. "Your kindness beneath that gloomy, withdrawn demeanor you have is one of the reasons why I enjoy your presence, but you're too selfless. Every other being has presented themselves to each other in a way they wanted. You don't always have to be changing forms."
You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. "Okay, as long as I'll be able to visit you after you create my mortal form so my spirit can settle inside it."
"We'll have to make sure that your mortal job will be something that'll allow you to come and go from the base then. Don't worry, you'll love it."
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midnightcrw · 5 months
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Pairing: Ghost x Reader, Price x Reader, Soap x Reader, Gaz x Reader
Summary: Your child gets in trouble
a/n: This one is a little different from my usual ones, but I just felt like writing for all four of them. I'm not sure how accurate you'll all find them as I've deliberately exaggerated them, but I do believe that Gaz is a sassy man after seeing how he didn't want to shake Graves' hand. I've also named the children of the TF141, I hope that's okay with you all.
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Scenario:
The moment you both heard that your child got in trouble, the first thing you two did was rush into the principal's office in fear that something happened.
And now you were both sitting in the principal's office with your child, while another child was there with his parents.
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Ghost:
Your eyes widened as you heard the principal say that Daisy and another girl in her class had gotten into a physical fight.
"There was also something your daughter said that is completely unacceptable," Mr. Smith said, looking disappointed at Daisy, even though the girl apparently started the fight and your daughter was just defending herself.
"It wasn't even that bad..." Daisy muttered underneath her breath as she crossed her arms.
Simon was very quiet, but his stoic expression spoke for itself.
"Daisy, I want you to quote what you said," Mr. Smith continued, not wanting to hear another word from her unless she quoted exactly what she said to the girl.
Your daughter looked at you, a pleading look on her face but you just shook your head at her in disappointment, wanting to hear what she said.
She sighed and quoted what she had said before, "You have a face that only a mother could love."
Without missing a single beat, Simon started wheezing in his seat the moment he heard his daughter's insult to the girl.
You glared at him, "Simon!"
Trying to calm down, he put his palm on his mouth as he continued, completely ignoring the angry looks of the principal and the other family.
"Mr. Riley, I want you to calm down. This is highly inappropriate," Mr. Smith said as Simon calmed down.
A few seconds of silence passed between you all before your beloved husband opened his mouth.
"Did you win?"
"Simon!?"
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Price:
It felt like hours as the girl's parents and the girl herself ranted and raved about the fact that your daughter Sophie punched her.
At first you had both been shocked, completely angry at your daughter until the parents opened their mouths to speak.
You almost fell asleep listening to the mother go on and on about how her daughter's nose was bleeding because of Sophie.
Price, on the other hand, sat still in his seat, listening to the whole thing, not having said a word since he walked into the principal's office.
"Your daughter should be suspended!" The father said, glaring at Sophie.
Mr. Smith didn't even get a single chance to say anything, as they continued.
Slowly, Price seemed to lose his patience and turned his head towards you and your daughter.
He whispered, "Punch her harder next time."
"What?" The principal asks.
"Nothing."
Price says as Sophie giggles at her dad.
You tried to stifle your grin by putting a hand over your mouth, just hoping that the parents would shut up soon.
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Soap:
Your son sat between the two of you, his nose bleeding and his face bruised as he frowned at the boy and his parents.
You were extremely worried as you put a hand on your son, Callum's arm, and quietly asked him if he was hurt anywhere else.
Callum just shook his head, not wanting to speak while Soap was already getting bored listening to all of the talking the principal was doing.
"It doesn't matter if he started insulting him because Callum was the one who got violent," Mr. Smith said as you tried to defend your son.
The boy obviously looked much worse than Callum. His hair was disheveled and his face was bruised. His nose was also bleeding, as was his lower lip.
It looked like your son had done some damage.
"What exactly did he do?" Soap asked, wanting to know exactly how Callum had hit the boy.
As Mr. Smith explained what your son had done, Soap's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.
"I'm so proud of you, you used the punch I taught you," Soap said, extremely pleased that Callum had listened and actually used the things he had taught him.
Callum grinned at his dad's antics as you put your face in your hands, sighing and muttering "Why did I marry this idiot..."
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Gaz:
You were shocked to hear what your son, Ethan, had done to the boy.
Mr. Smith was obviously upset and angry that Ethan had acted so childishly, and immediately got into a physical fight the moment the boy wouldn't stop insulting him.
You felt the headache already pounding in your head as you rubbed your temple, completely out of it.
Ethan didn't really say anything, he just listened to everything that was said.
The boy's parents glared at the three of you, never once looking away.
The boy that insulted your son, looked angry, obviously still being pissed at the fact that Ethan punched him, even though he himself started with the insults.
Gaz was not even shocked, sitting there with his hand holding up his head up as he looked extremely uninterested in the principal's endless speech.
Rolling his eyes, Gaz moved closer to you and Ethan as he whispered.
"Did you break any of his bones?"
"No."
"Good, because I'm not paying anything in this economy."
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poquiii · 1 year
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König x reader  /  Ghost x reader  headcanons
You're sitting on their lap.
Ghost
● He's not a fan of PDA and acts cold in public.
● But when you're alone, he likes bodily contact with you.
● You walk by and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you toward him and gently placing you in his lap.
● He likes to feel your weight on his muscular thighs.
● He touches your ear with his lips and tickles your skin with his breath.
● You giggle and he presses you closer to him.
● If you start fidgeting on him, (on purpose or not) he quickly swaps places with you and pushes you under him. And of course you don't mind.
König
● He really likes your touch in any form.
● And he especially loves the way you sit on his lap with your arms around his neck.
● You weigh almost nothing to him or he just doesn't notice it.
● He loves to hug you back and nuzzle you against his huge chest.
● He loves to interrupt your hair with his fingers.
● If you fall asleep in his arms, he's happy to doze off with you.
● He's willing to sit with you like this for hours.
● And even when his feet get stiff, he won't let you get off him.
My AO3 🖤
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The thing you did that made the 141 men think 'Im gonna marry them'
Content Warnings - Fluff. Sexual themes but no smut.
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Gaz - It's cliche really. But he loves it when his partner can eat. Maybe not all the time, not all types of food. Maybe it's literally one specific thing you can eat pounds of. Whatever it is, he had taken you to a buffet and watched with hearts in his eyes as you devoured it. Not in a feederist kind of way but in a... Breeding sort of way. Doesn't matter if you lack the actual parts, can't get pregnant due to birth control or other outside forces. He thinks to himself, "I'm gonna marry them." Doesn't even realize hes thought it until he hears it in his head.
Price - He saw you rush across a busy street (he nearly had a heart attack) and stop traffic because you saw a pair of turtles trying to cross the street. Carefully you picked them up and placed them to where they were heading to. You even waved and said goodbye to them. Your kindness made him smile and chuckle. He realized then he wanted to marry you.
Soap - You were playing with his nieces and nephews at a family party. Chasing them around and playing their games. Laughing and sneaking some more dessert. He loves seeing you with kids, his eyes are on you all night and he thinks, "I'm gonna marry them."
Ghost - He took you axe throwing. He didn't expect you to be this good at it. The way it seemed so natural to you and how the axe embedded itself into the wall. You smiled up at him, a feral gleam in your eyes. He hands you another axe just to watch the way your arm muscles tense and to see the same look on your face when it hits its target. Spare strands of your hair stick to your slightly sweaty face and you comment about how much you like this. As he watches you wrench the axe from its spot, he can only think of how badly he wants to marry you.
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ghoul-gone · 1 year
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Imma need to take a bite of this man
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aethelwyneleigh27 · 4 months
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian!Reader Drabble
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Contrary to popular belief, Simon is more concerned about his gloves rather than his mask around you. He doesn't mind taking the mask off with you, wanting you to see Simon and not the man he is on the battlefield, Ghost.
God was it even more overwhelming for him having you kiss his palm while you look up at him, watching you nudge your face into his palm so invitingly, compared to the first time he let you pepper his face with kisses. Those calloused and scarred hands of his, stained with the blood of others being handled like it was the most fragile thing in the world by an angel like you, fuck you made his senses go into overdrive.
Sometimes you make him feel like he's dreaming, always failing to register the fact that someone was worth staying for and coming home to.
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A/n: Little sneak peek of some lines written in the upcoming fanfic from an upcoming Little Ghost story, I post weekly and I noticed I haven't posted anything and it's been a week since my last work so for now enjoy this little drabble because I haven't had progress in anything 😭
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princeguri66 · 2 months
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Back on my affectionate reader bullshit because I just want to smother those assholes with love.
TF 141 x Male! Reader
Kissing the homies goodnight.
18+ Minors DNI!
Cw: whole lotta fluff, it only gets suggestive at the end and that's it
It started with a joke. Gaz drunkenly saying "Hey, if I win will you give me a goodnight kiss?" Before you start a game of cards, you all laughed it off then. Until it starts getting later in the evening and when you excuse yourself to go to bed Soap calls out to you with a chuckle, "Ey, don't forget about Gaz's kiss" you trudge your way back to them eyes drooping. They all expect you to kick Soap or something akin to that, but you surprise them by leaning down and placing a kiss on Gaz's eyebrow before tiredly muttering a "goodnight" and walking away.
And if that didn't give them any ideas..
For the next week it was usually Soap and Gaz pestering you about your kisses being rewards.
"If I shoot all the targets will you give me a kiss?"
"If I beat him in this fight will you give me a kiss?"
It gives them such a boost of energy.
You don't expect anyone else other than them to ask you for one until you're watching a game on the telly with Ghost. "If my team wins, I want a reward like them" He says to you, referencing Soap and Gaz and you nod albeit a bit shocked.
And by a stroke of luck his team wins, you reward him with a kiss to his temple.
And when it comes to Price.. 
It occurred after a tough but successful mission, and it was all thanks to you. What you had to handle was rough but you still came back with minimal injuries.
After a quick check up and shower you head to the common room on base to lounge with your team, but when you just stepped in the area Price got himself up from the couch claiming he needs to get back to work. 
As he passed you he said a quick "Good job out there lad." And held you by your shoulder to pull you close and kiss you right on your cheek before walking away leaving you stunned.
The team saw it all of course, sitting still a bit stunned as well, seemed like your habit of kissing your homies rubbed off on the captain.
You were too focused on the lingering feeling of Price's beard scratching your face that you didn't hear Soap saying how that it's so unfair, how he also had a successful mission but didn't get a kiss from their dear captain, only realizing you've been standing there like an idiot this whole time when Soap ran past you trying to catch up with the captain to claim his well deserved prize.
And it just evolves from there, everyone gives each other kisses. 
It started off as conglatutory kisses like before, then it'll go to "kiss it better" kisses
(Like if Ghost trained so hard he gets bloody knuckles Price will kiss them better, or if Soap suffered an injury Gaz would be there to kiss his bandages, or if Gaz just had a rough day and is incredibly stressed you'd kiss his temple)
Then eventually everytime any of you are about to leave for a mission you all give a kiss to whoever's going for good luck, and when they come back it's those pushing mouth aggressively to cheek kisses happy that they came back alive and well.
And it goes to the point where any chance you get you'll exchange small kisses. Passing each other in the hall way? A kiss to the cheek. Finding each other in the kitchen late at night to grab a drink? A kiss on the forehead. One of you had a brutal nightmare? Boom, get kissed on your damn head, hell why not cuddle while you're at it? (You did cuddle while you're at it)
It doesn't take long for the kisses to trail closer to the lips, for the kisses to trail to your neck and collarbones as well. It doesn't take long for it to evolve from small pecks to heated make out sessions, desperate to feel each other's mouths even deeper. It doesn't take long for the five of you to end up swapping spit late at night, sloppily making out with whoever's mouth is open and wanting, stripping each other's clothes even with your mouth occupied.
After that it's no question to kiss the homies goodnight, hell it usually ends with more than a kiss.
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rodolfoparras · 4 months
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That fleshlight soap post got me thinking about free use johnny.. 🤧
What about free use reader but make it top male reader x TF141
Free use reader where you’ll be watching a show or doing paper works and you’ll have one of the members, maybe gaz maybe soap maybe ghost sink down on your cock, the member eagerly chasing his own release not even caring if you even get to finish and as he pulls away you sit there, body spent, cock hard and aching between your legs you’ll have someone else sink down onto your length.
Free use reader where you’ll have soap riding your cock while talking to gaz who’s sitting next to you on the couch and stroking his length, conversations unfolding like you aren’t even there until soap cums and they switch place
Free use reader where Soap or gaz or Price will walk around with just their underwear on so when they call for you, you can easily pull down their boxers and slide your cock inside them
Free use reader where you’ll wake up with Price’s wet heat hovering over your face, while you feel a weight pressing down onto your waist and as you look down you see gaz sinking down on your cock but you don’t even get to say a word before price starts riding your tongue
Free use reader where they’ll only let you cum towards the end of the day, if and only if you’ve been good for them
Spitball w/me?
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lucifermonsii · 29 days
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imagine ghost in a flimsy pink skirt w thigh highs hrhrgrhrmgm such a precious boy all for you to look and no other eyes to feast upon.. having your good boy sprawled out in bed, masturbating his cock as while the vibrator in him hums aggressively against his prostate,, spurts of cum oozing out of his angry red tip from the over stimulation.. heavy breathing and groans fills the room from ghost as his thighs clenches around your hips,, keeping you close to him while you tease your cock with your other hand in front of him... "fuck- please, please, please, please, I've been so good! need' you inside of me-" whimpering when you decided to finger his wet entrance, the lewd wet sounds made you hard as your fantisies began to grow.. such a wet boy all for you<3 nothing but putty in your hands..
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miguel-owhora · 3 months
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simon 'ghost' riley who behind the walls and masks and secrecy, is actually not the monster those he works with - outside the 141 at least - paint him out to be.
simon who has a collection of mesmerized dad jokes that he'll pull out with the most monotone and flattest voice ever, whose eyes twinkle in mirth when you groan at him and go on a rant about how bad his humor is, who'll crack a smile and chuckle. simon who doesn't necessarily find them funny, only likes dad jokes because of the reaction he gets from others.
simon who has a soft spot for animals, especially dogs. who'll always stop to pet them, to call them 'good lass/lad' even if they're just sitting there and letting him pet them, who probably ends up getting a dog or two of his own, his black clothing laced with dog hair. he'll complain when you eventually drag him to the petting zoo, but he goes quiet when you find him surrounded by lambs, all bleating at him. and it makes your heart flutter at the image, of this large, hulking man with blood and death on his hands, gently petting a lamb, the very animal of pure innocence.
simon who doesn't like mornings and will refuse to get up if it's the weekends. oh, you're busy that day? cancel all plans because simon will roll over and wrap himself around your body and drag you underneath the blankets. he'll smile, eyes crinkling in mirth and affection, and hold you tighter when you try to wiggle free. simon who fiddles with your matching wedding band, feeling a surge of warm affection flood through him at the idea of being married to the love of his life, that this is his reality, and it's one he wouldn't change for the world.
simon who doesn't cook because he'll burn his neighborhood down, and instead opts to watch you. he'll be your guinea pig for any new recipes, and surprisingly, despite how fucking white he is, his stomach is made of steel and can handle pretty much anything. still, he'll give his honest opinion and tell if it needs more seasoning or if it's good. and while he doesn't cook, he'll do his part and clean up afterwards.
simon whose love language is acts of service and/or quality time. he's more than happy to clean up after a good meal, and he finds the other chores grounding. it's repetitive and it's familiar, and there's something safe about it, yk? and something as simple as sitting next to you or watching you cook, or even sitting outside the bathroom whilst you do your skincare makes him feel warm and happy. he just likes to be around you, even if he doesn't talk sometimes and goes nonverbal, and well follow you around like a puppy. he enjoys going with you whenever you're out doing errand runs.
simon who's a passenger princess. this mf cannot drive, so you're the one who takes up the drive. but he's a passenger princess and whenever one of the other boys come to visit, he'll literally haul them out of the seat because that's his. he won't let anyone take it, especially not when you're driving.
simon who finds life after retirement calm, who enjoys the domestic life with you. he finds comfort in the smallest things. he finds comfort in you.
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altvec · 2 months
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Sleepy!Reader who can’t sleep without a weighted blanket so when it’s in the wash Ghost lies on top of them so they can sleep.
Sleepy!Reader who gets tired after missions and struggles to stay awake for briefings.
Sleepy!Reader who’ll purposely fall asleep on the couch just so Ghost can carry them to their bedroom.
Sleepy!Reader who sometimes talks in their sleep and Ghost finds it so adorable how they want to kick batman’s ass cause he stole their fro-yo.
Sleepy!Reader who moves a lot in their sleep when they have the bed to themselves but stays completely still when Ghost cuddles with them.
Sleepy!Reader who has nightmares and will curl up next to Ghost for comfort.
Insomniac!Ghost who always sleeps better with reader in his arms.
Insomniac!Ghost who caresses readers sleeping face and he can feel his heart beat in his chest while listening to their light snores and a soft smile comes to his face.
Insomniac!Ghost who’s warmer than a radiator and Sleepy!Reader who’s colder than the artic will cuddle with each other for the heat/cold.
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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months
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Closed off!Reader stumbling through the dark hallways of the base at night, you having woken up from a nightmare. You're desperate for some type of reprieve from your racing thoughts, some type of solace.
So you find yourself at the door of Ghost's barracks and with shaky hands, you knock on the door. He opens it and sees you, usually so composed and detached but now you're shaking like a leaf, your eyes wide with fear.
"Come here," he says gruffly and without hesitation, gently pulling you into the barracks. He leads you towards the bed, knowing that you're not going to be able to go to sleep without him beside you.
"I'm sorry," you murmur, trying so hard to try and pretend you're fine. "It was nothing."
Ghost shakes his head, cradling the back of your head. "No, nothing to be sorry for. We all get nightmares." He lays down on the bed first before gently pulling you down onto the bed with him. He gets you nice and comfy beside him, both of you now underneath the covers. "Close your eyes, I'm here. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you."
So you do. You close your eyes and listen to the sound of his heartbeat, letting it lull you into a deep sleep. And it's the best sleep you've had in months, side by side with Ghost.
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midnightcrw · 6 months
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Simon sits in the bathtub, his scars and burn marks painting his back. You sit behind him, gently washing away the grime, feeling his body tense under your touch.
His head hangs low, fingers fumbling nervously, as if resisting the comfort of being cared for.
In a tender moment, you press a soft kiss to his shoulder, and he instinctively shuts his eyes, as if running from the warmth.
"Thank you," he murmurs.
The corners of your lips lift up slightly as you continue to wash away the grime from his body. You knew how difficult it was for Simon to thank others, or even accept a little bit of kindness.
You feel his muscles relax, and his tenseness fade as your fingers make slow, circular motions around his body.
You notice subtle changes in his breathing pattern and feel him lean into your touch. His fingers reach for the sides of the tub, and you begin to shampoo his hair, working through all the knots and tangles to leave it soft and shiny.
It was the first time that you helped him bathe, and he needed it. Simon had come in, barely being able to hold himself up after his mission.
For him, this is a strange experience, but he relaxes as you work. For you, you enjoy the feeling of him finally opening up to you and allowing you to see a softer side of him.
He's not used to being vulnerable with anyone, but as you clean him, you feel him becoming more comfortable with someone so close and caring, and you smile at the realization of how much he trusts you.
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keeganbrainmush · 10 months
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141 + könig with reader who is terrifying with his mask on + is super tall and intimidating but once he takes the mask off he has like the most gentle and cute face ever as if all the shit happening on field suddenly was never real‼️
headcanons/bulletpoints , gender neutral reader , no nsfw mentioned , Minors DNI Mentions of reader being military.
Cpt. John Price
First time he saw you with your mask off he stared. Hard.
Not in a rude way.
" (Callsign), that you, soldier? "
You shot him a glare you usually did when you wore your mask, confirming his suspicion.
He asked why you wore the mask, listening intently on your personal story.
He has little smiles on his face whenever he sees you without your mask.
Simon ' Ghost ' Riley
Gawked at you.
Didn't even care if you noticed.
" You look like that under your mask? " in the thickest british accent.
He expected an adornment of scars and a mean stare.
Wonders how the things you've seen on the field don't effect the way you look.
But in all seriousness, falls harder than he already had for you.
John ' Soap ' MacTavish
Had a shit eating smile on his face.
" Who woulda known yer the one under the mask, ey? "
Has a sassy lil tone in his which pissed you off.
Toned it down once you gave him your signature glare while looking down at him.
Smiles up at you with a love sick grin everyday when he looked at you after you ' revealed ' your true identity.
Kyle ' Gaz ' Garrick
:o face.
Sparkling eyes when he stared at you.
" What're you looking at? " " Nothing, you just look nice. "
Other than that, he wasn't really affected by your face. He loves you and fell in love with you without knowing what you looked like, the cute face was def a plus for him though.
" You sure you don't got multiple personalities? " He'd tease after you finished yelling orders at rookies, giving him a wink in response.
König
He's fucking shocked.
" (Name)? Is that you? " He'd ask, walking up to you warily.
Its when you turned around to face him he gulped.
You really were fucking beautiful.
It doesn't really change the way he looks at you when your mask is on, he's still scared shitless of you.
But he likes to know that your not actually a hardass 24/7.
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