#call of duty MWII

[chief-laswell]

...As long as he does his job, it's not any of my business what kind of dance moves he pulls out in the meanwhile. I guess.

#midlife crisis

[chief-laswell]

Anybody care to explain why there are so many military officials on Tumblr?

[maryangelex]

Simon Riley cumming in his boxers cus he got too eager grinding on the mattress while eating you out :/

[writingfromasgard]

Valentine's Day: Mutton and Lambchop

■ Captain Price ■ Requests Open ■ John Price x SingleMom!Reader

John Price can't imagine a Valentine's Day he's had in the years that he enjoyed as much as this one. Yeah, his nails are painted a smudged yellow-red-purple mix, the pungent smell of the nail polish filling the air. He has stickers all over his face, some half ripped from the hurried chubby fingers of the tiny tot next door, their sticky texture clinging to his skin. There's at least an hour's worth of dishes in his kitchen, the clinking of the plates and the running water creating a comforting background noise.

All of that is worth it to be sitting across the kid-sized table on his ass while Lambchop forces her parent on this pretend date.

To his credit, he made actual food and plated it on the playset plates. He even filled the teapot up with real tea for the teacup. The food, though simple, was made with love - a simple lemon-parm pasta, a few sprigs of parsley, and jello cups with whipped cream and diced strawberries.

"Thank you for Indulging her." You whisper to him.

"After she got me date-ready, I couldn't say no," John replied, grinning.

That earns him a laugh and a smile that reaches your eyes. "Those stickers do make you look handsome."

"I thought it was the nail polish, personally," He shot back, his playful banter adding a touch of humor to the moment.

Lambchop rounds the corner with the dessert plate, signaling the end of his near-perfect day. He could see how Lambchop eyed the desserts after the tot set them down in front of the two of you and leaned back from the table, rubbing his stomach.

"I don't think I could eat this without help." He winked at you, “Lambchop, do you like strawberries?"

The toddler showed no hesitation as she climbed into his lap, letting him feed her every bite. He glanced up mid-bite to see you snapping a picture of the two of them, teeth tugging your lower lip as you tried to hide a smile.

This was the best Valentine's Day he's had in a long time, a reminder of the beauty in life's simple joys.

[thespiritualmeatgrinder]

tagging this with trending tags so it can reach more people!!

no one else is posting these so heres some links to support afghan women and girls:

donate to malala fund afghanistan initiative

donate to women for women international

this petition only has 80 out of 5000 signatures

this petition from 2021 still hasnt reached the 500k mark

[ask-lieutriley]

this runny nose is gonna be the death of me. simon riley, cause of death: a fucking cold

[hauntedtimetravelpatrol]

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[the-palelady]

when cowboy!ghost is leaving the clinic after his usual visit to his favorite nurse he always makes sure to let her know he loves her. his job is dangerous. last thing he wants is for him to go out without her knowing how much she means to him.

so one day he gives your lower back a pat, whispering a “love ya, sweetheart,” before turning to leave.

however, you don’t say it back.

simon stops dead in his tracks while you continue on about your business. for a moment he waits it out, maybe you didn’t hear him? maybe something else caught your attention and you had to take care of it before responding?

but your response never comes.

so he turns to face you, his expression nothing short of annoyed, eyes narrowed, lips pulled tight under the bandana that obscures the lower half of his face.

your back is turned to him when he stomps over towards you. he minds your hands of course, making sure you aren’t holding any of the doctor’s instruments before he turns you around, jolting you from your work.

your eyes meet a raging fire, his pupils almost dilated. your cheeks are pinched between his thumb and fingers, lips pursed.

“si-“

his voice is a deep rumble, thunder clapping in the distance.

“i said…i love ya, honey. now i know that pretty mouth of yours hasn’t forgotten how to say it, or do i need to give it a reminder?”

[coralviola]

• I love this trend sm!! 💫

[skyrigel]

Omega!reader making a nest

Simon was flipping a pancake when you came tip toeing, unsure and frowning before rubbing an off white shirt up and down his muscled arms.

“Want pancakes, love ?” He asked, only to find his lovely omega sniffing up the shirt with a hum and going' back to bedroom. He huffed and poured the sizzling batter.

Five more minutes he watched with concerned eyes, while you ignored his many calls to eat something, just looking up with an unsatisfactory glance around, taking discarded socks and even tissues Simon was sure he threw just this morning, picking random objects up and sniffing them before looking at him with glowing eyes and asking him to hold them or rub these things on him.

“What is it baby, huh ?” He asked again, pouring maple syrup and chocolate over the pancakes just as you liked.

This time, you regarded him —“Gimme ya shirt.” And by that, you weren't even asking, straight up demanding with your palm outstretched to ask for the shirt he was wearing.

“Oh.” Simon chuckled, it took him only a moment to unbutton swiftly and hand over the shirt to you. “Need anything more, your highness ?”

“Mmm” You seemed to think for a bit, then without warning pinched out his hair, and with a satisfying smile rushed back to bedroom, unaware of your amused yet stunned alpha.

“Come back here ya lil' sweetie !” Simon called after you, holding up the breakfast plate.

He waited for you to come out again and hope around in for your odyssey but you didn't come out again.

Simon smiled to himself, knowing what you were upto and decided this was getting concerning and needed intervention right now. So he set aside the plate and wandered inside the bedroom.

And there he found his beautiful omega, you were biting your lips and tapping your foot like you always did when anxious, looking at the bed which has been now decorated with many of his clothes, his used cup, and his socks, there was his military gear too, all stacked up beautifully in an clumsy attempt.

Simon's heart welled up with extreme affection, his precious omega was making a nest with his things, everything that smelled like him.

“Babe—” he reached out to you, but your shoulders were already shaking with unshed tears. “This is not good.” You sniffed back as Simon's big hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you until your tears kissed his bare chest.

“It's the most beautiful nest my love. Look at you, my lil’ omega working so hard.” Simon coddled you, his eyes glancing at the bed with heart eyes, there were pillows from the couch he was napping this morning over. The newspaper he was reading was secured too, his mask was tucked in the middle of the headboard. You made it all around him because he was your safe place, your alpha mate.

“Do you like it ?” You looked up with tears stained eyes, honestly it felt like a mess to you, like a cluster of things you'd gathered up and dumped together.

But Simon made you feel safe, you couldn't imagine anything else in your nest except everything that was him.

Simon kissed your forehead first, then a peck to your lips and again, because you were his.

“I love it,” He smiled with bright eyes, “I love you my baby.”

Masterlist

[italktoomuchxd]

Maybe because he grew up in a religious family, maybe because he’s not really in physical touch, but sex is a big thing for Simon Riley.

He never had a one-night stand or a relationship; that's a big thing for him… he doesn't want any exes or something. He wants to directly marry his first love; that's why he's acting like it's rocket science.

But when he met you… oh God, he knew you were the one… you cute thing! He started to spend some time with you. You guys grew closer and closer.

At first, you thought he was a strange man, just a big man; What could he want from you? But when it started raining while you were on a date, you had to go to his house. You were a little scared when he handed you dry clothes and a blanket, turned on your favorite show and you guys actually watched the show you knew he was the one too.

But he's unstoppable when you guys got married...

[arualthefirst]

Group photo🫶🫶🫶

[chief-laswell]

Love of my life :)

hi this is my art that i just put together today of kate & her wife (or what i imagine her to look like) :) hope u like its not anything fancy i was just being silly

[v1x3n]

[maryangelex]

loser!reader x simon riley

loser!reader who’s hired by lasswel to help price with the immense amount of paperwork that he never gets to. who’s assigned to sit pretty at the beaten desk outside of his office. but I like the idea of reader not being the typical “sexy assistant” but more like loser girl frumpy sweater and thick rimmed glasses type of assistant who still gets these Kyle and Johnny riled up working extra hard and making dorks out of themselves trying to woo you but you’re just too oblivious to men’s advances. not simon though, he’s the one that’s the most awkward yet somehow effective? you get hired and on your first day, as you acclimate to your office with your matching pastel supplies that you so delicately organize across your desk to give this t-filled office a feminine touch, one by one the boys drop off their report files at your desk to be revised and handed over to price. the first one’s Kyle, who showers you in compliments that go way over your head, “sargeant Garrick sure is polite!” Is all you really think of it; kinda frustrating for him. the next one coming over is Johnny, who hands you his files with his eyes eating you up like you’re a bar of chocolate. Johnny makes you feel um, intimidated? it’s the way he’s got that look in his eyes that feels like he’ll eat you whole, like he’s got X-ray vision staring right through that bulky knitted sweater. It makes your cheeks turn beet red in embarrassment when he makes comments and one-liners to get you worked up. the last one to visit your desk that first day caught you off-guard. while you were turned around alphabetizing the manila folders in the file cabinet behind you, you turned around to the large apparition of a skull-faced man that might as well have been a hallucination because 2 seconds ago he was not there and a man that size should be impossible to go unnoticed. your heart jumps and gets caught in your throat when you turn around and see him; dark and massive and the only visible human feature in him are the dark brown eyes behind that mask. you greet him politely through a stutter as you return to your seat, and all he responds with is an extended arm with the reports in hand. you mutter a thank you, your throat constricted, and what you get in return is a grunt before he turns on his heels and disappears down the hallway.

you’re scared shitless of that man on your very first day.

little did you know, simon’s face under the mask was scarlet red and flushed hot the second he saw your innocent glimmering eyes behind your skewed frames, making him unable to get a word out and having no other option but to retreat.