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141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Say the Word Author's Notes: I have no clue how the military works or even how a base looks like and not gonna lie I don’t respect it enough to do research. Warnings: MDNI, Racism

Ghost really wished he was a better man. Because a better man would have thanked you for your gift instead of ridicule you for it. A better man would have dropped everything to be at your side. A better man would have chosen you over duty. 

But alas Ghost is just a ghost. A husk of a man. A monster. 

But if there’s one silver lining here is that only a monster can recognize another monster and Ghost knew that look in Nikto’s eyes — it’s the same one he sees everyday in the mirror. Ghost couldn’t protect you from himself but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to protect you from this new monster. 

So as you inch your face closer to Nikto’s mask to hear him, Ghost does not hesitate to rip you from the Russian’s jaws. 

“Nikto!” he barks. Nikto slowly turns, almost annoyed by the sudden intrusion while you fly back, feeling ashamed for… talking. When this is all over, Ghost will rid you of this guilt. He promises. 

“You should stand next to me. Will make it easier when I introduce you to the rookies,” Ghost explains. The two lieutenants were tasked in going over basic combat skills with the rookies. 

(And you were here because you’ve been wanting to dust off your own skills and after you heard Nikto was joining Ghost this time around, you felt more comfortable in joining.)

Nikto begrudgingly makes his way over to Ghost, leaving you alone on the mats. And just on cue, the rookies walk into the training room. They surround you with sadly, your “favorites” opting to stand at both of your sides. 

Ghost quickly introduces Nikto and splits the room in half. One half would work with Nikto while the other with him. Ghost pretends not notice the “help me” look your shot at Nikto when you got stuck with him. That was his imagination… that had to be in his head. 

Ignoring the tightness in his chest, Ghost walks up to his group and quickly goes over today’s lesson plan: submission, how to take down your opponent without any weapons. Easy and just the perfect way to get under you… for professional reasons, of course. After calling you as his partner, which your eyes nearly popped out of your head when he said so, he asks the rest to pair up and take a spot on the mats. 

However, before the group split, one of the rookies that especially loved to give you a hard time, spoke up. 

“Lieutenant, quick question?” 

“Make it quick,” Ghost snaps. You are literally about to throw him to the ground. He needs this rookie to shut up. 

“Does the pencil pusher really need to be here? They’re literally just taking space,” he asks. The rookie shoots you a taunting smile. 

You couldn’t believe it. You felt your body go hot.

“Say that one more time,” you spit back. You got in his face. Fuck professionalism. 

And it seemed like the rookie agreed as he got in your face as well. “Learn your fucking place,” he hisses. “You’re just a means to check off a box. No one actually wants you here so why don’t you go back to your office and fuck off, —!” Your ears start ringing at that last word. He towers over you and stares straight into your eyes. Pure hatred is in his eyes. 

You haven’t felt this level of anger in so long. Fuck this guy. Fuck this job. Fuck the 141. Fuck the military. Fuck everyone. You pull your arm back ready to swing when…

Nikto flies past you, throwing the rookie to the ground. He starts to wail on the dumb fuck. The rookie’s little posse tries to pull Nikto off but it’s no use— Nikto pushes them off like nothing. You remain still and watch the scene before you. 

And you’re not the only one. Ghost is in utter shock. In the matter of seconds, Ghost was cockblocked, you were disrespected, and a rookie was getting his face caved in and Ghost didn’t do anything. He just watched. Ghost is a man of action. But he just couldn’t at this moment. Why?

“Lieutenant!” one of the rookies shriek. That finally breaks Ghost of his trance. He rushes over to Nikto and pries the man off the rookie. The fellow lieutenant fights back. However before Ghost can really get into it with the Russian, your voice is heard. 

“Nikto,” you say. No emotion, just a statement. You look at the two and just shake your head. Nikto stops and moves towards you. He cradles your face and gently buds his head into yours. He grabs your hand and begins to walk out the training room with you when he turns around. 

He stares daggers in Ghost’s face and hisses.

“Ask yourself this lieutenant! Why did he feel comfortable enough to disrespect your teammate in front of your face?” 

And with that he leaves with you, leaving Ghost with the question he didn't know the answer to.

Word Count: 838

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in a kinder world i live in an i spy page

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Thinking about how Simon Riley would kill to have you in handcuffs.

Not just any handcuffs, mind you, his. Just imagine how cute you’d be, your body bare of any clothes as he stands behind, tall figure looming over you as his fingers trailed down your arms.

“Relax,” he murmurs before taking your wrists and holding them in one hand as the cold metal of his silver handcuffs locked around them. It turns him on more than it should, his cock already rock hard just by the sight of you naked but the sight of these cuffs wrapping around your wrists made him want to fuck you harder until you screamed, just so you could understand how fucking sexy this was to him.

He moved you to the bed before he gently pushed you down so your warm front hit the cool of the sheets making you hum before he lifted your hips up, your pretty pussy on display for him as he leaned over and pursed his lips, letting a strong of white fall from his lips to your hole. You softly gasped and shivered at the coolness but those gasps turned into moans when he shoved his fingers into you.

Your hands were behind you, the chain of the cuffs resting just above your ass as his lips and fingers worked on your pussy. “So wet, huh?” He mumbled as his tongue fucked you. “All for me.”

Simon ate you out from behind like his life depended on it, his other hand palming his cock on his boxers wanting some friction before he pulled out an orgasm out you, your wetness coating his lips and chin. He stood up, yanked his boxers down as he eyed your panting form before the tip of his clock run up and down your slit. He wasn’t gonna make you beg this time, hell, he might beg you. Because having you all cuffed up, at his mercy, drove him fucking wild. Like you always did.

His cock hit every inch in you, thrusting and pounding before he grabbed the chain on the cuffs and used it as leverage to fuck you harder. Skin slapping skin filled the room and your moans became breathier and higher. “S-Simon, fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” Your arms were killing you, but god, did you love the pain. You loved how you went numb when he fucked you and he loved fucking you.

“Yeah, baby. Right there. Cum on this cock, Y/n. Let me know who’s fucking you.” He groaned and slammed his hips harder and rougher in you before your orgasm shot through your body like electricity and he slapped your ass before shooting his thick ropes of cum into your womb.

You fell to the bed face first, panting as your hair cascaded over your sweaty face. Simon bit his lip before pulling out and watching his cum fall out of your cunt as he unlocked the cuffs and rubbed your wrists. He leaned over your back, his lips by your ear as he told you,

“Have a break. I’m not done”

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“Yes. SIMONNNN.”

🖤🖤Thanks for reading🖤🖤

-Caddy.

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some of u should have an OnlyClowns account

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Just so like... it's clear... anyone who censors words that contain "man" or "men" to anything like "xxn" that's TERF shit.

Any reference to women/womanhood that solely revolves around having a uterus or "womb" is TERF shit.

Any sentence where the OP says they support people being "trans identified" with quotes around ""transwomen"" or ""transmen"" is TERF shit.

I'm seeing a lot of you baby Tumblr gays out there not knowing what these specific TERF dogwhistles look like.

"Wombxxn" is an incredibly dumb way of spelling "woman" that treats the word "man" like a slur and also reduces women to their ability to give birth.

"Trans identified" is their way of saying "this person calls themselves trans, but I don't believe they are."

Saying "People should be allowed to identify however they wish, but we still need to protect women/children" IS TERF SHIT.

Learn to identify this garbage, because not all TERFs are going to spell out their intolerance for you. Some of them are going to try and seem reasonable and polite and normal, and it's fucking dangerous to our community.

Also unpack any internalized transphobia and your transmedicalism, because both those things will have you quickly siding with TERFs and bigots.

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plink

cw: perhaps rough sex.

a little bit more with simon riley, but he won't stop pounding into you over and over again, making your face nudge at the pillows, naked body gliding over dark sheets, soiled with a small puddle of your combined fluids that drip from between your legs, thin, glimmering strings stretching from your fluttering folds, coating his veiny cock.

jackhammering against the spongy, soft spot deep in your gummy walls, split wide on his meaty, swollen girth, your drippy hole on full display for simon, for his thick cock to piston in and out, your limbs weak and useless while you take him, sucking in, any thoughts and resistance fucked out of you on purpose.

your slick pooling in steady rivulets, tightening rapidly with each spasm of your tight heat, suctioning around every vein that webs along his thick, fat cock, sliding steadily as he picks and drops his pace, alternating between gliding tantalizingly or cramming himself along your rippling walls, and you feel how your legs numb, knees cramping and sticking in the mattress.

keening slurringly when simon grasps at your arms, gripping onto your wrists that he presses together, arm under arm so he'd have a leverage for himself, to be able to knock your pitchy, whimpered cries out of you at each slap of his muscular thighs against your perched ass, pummeling your squelchy pussy until you won't start to come around his spilling cock with hiccuped gasps.

you just need to be a good doll for him, let him take what he wants despite the shakes that wrack your body, the spasm and curl of your toes, tear streaked cheeks buried in the sodden pillows, soaking by your tears and drool, as you writhe and squeak through overstimulation, tight walls of your cunny won't stop constricting, pushing simon's cum out.

main masterlist. quidelines.

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cats will be like oh you're walking somewhere? no WE'RE walking somewhere. and i will get there first. where is 'there' btw

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Johnny, you with me?

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eepy

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Spooky and Spooky Jr.

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Need to be pinned down and torn apart by a girl like I’m the unlucky prey she caught

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please look at this graffiti my sister saw in paris

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human!Simon x monster!Price

mmmmm thoughts

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rb to give the person you reblogged this from a glass of water

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Alfred: No one can ever truly turn over a new leaf. Sure, Master Bruce told me he'd matured after he took control of Wayne Enterprises. But then, right on schedule, it was, "Guess what, Alfred? I'm going to be Batman."

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Don’t you miss me ?