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[stoutguts]

“What is Soap’s favorite fruit?”

Neil: Chocolate chip

Soap: Chocolate chip

Roach: (doesn’t exist in the remakes)

Ghost and Gaz (simultaneously): That’s not a fruit

Soap: Chocolate chip

I can’t get over how fucking funny this is.

[writingmyheartsout]

So how do y'all feel about drunk kiss and love confession with König? Even a bit spicy...? Maybe his cheeks going a bit red in embarassment too..

I saw a wonderful art on twitter and got inspired for my kiss prompt drabbles.

Yes, I know the man is Austrian and probably has a very high alcohol tolerance but ...i imagine him not to be a heavy drinker due to his social anxiety and just enjoy a drink or two with people he trust.

Also...i finally figured out that i'll probably post them around Valentine's day ❤️

[zarstarss]

leyendecker art study but it’s ghostsoap because im autistic as shit and everything i draw has to have The Funny Characters

(original is called Portrait of Two Men!)

[quoxal]

"He told me to hold still but I didn't want to soo... he made me hold still" - Soap

[temeyes]

LT's quite the romantic, isn't he?

[aestheticanimegirl15]

MDNI 18+

No cause I was thinking of this and... we all know Simon is a very large man, right? Hell, all of the 141 are large men, but Simon is the biggest of the four. Which leads me to this-

Imagine trying to hug Simon around his broad shoulders and not being able to wrap your arms all the way around him. Like your hands only are able to make it just past his shoulder blades before you can't go any further. Can you imagine just how small that makes you feel? Doesn't matter how big or small you may be. You still can't reach the entire way around him. Sure, it solidifies just how much bigger and alternatively stronger Simon is compared to you, and while that should make you feel a bit scared given Simon's skill set. But it doesn't. Instead, it makes your stomach flutter with excitement and your mind fill with a range of rather uncouth thoughts. Thoughts of just what he could do with that large body of his. What position would be his favorite? Surely, he would want a comfortable position given his sheer mass. But what would it be? Would he bend you over with your ass in the air so he could drape his large form against your back? Or would he prefer you on your back? No, maybe not that cause then he would have to hunch his so your face wouldn't be pressed into his chest.... You didn't know, but one thing was for sure, you definitely wanted to find out.

[cyxnidx]

LITTLE ONES !

character: dad!simon 'ghost' riley

genre: fluff + headcanons

a/n: the idea of simon being a father raids my mind

dad!simon, who'd kiss his little ones on the foreheads every night, watching them closely before leaving to sleep with you.

"simon," you call your husbands name. "they're sleep, i promise." simons been sitting at the side of your childs cot for the past 35 minutes, watching as they sleep peacefully. "yeah, but they could-" you stopped him. "oh, shut up and come on."

dad!simon, who hugs his little girl tight when she cries from a fall.

"it hurts!" she'd whine, tears pouring from her eyes as simon lifts her from the rough concrete. a sharp pain hit his heart hearing her cry from what seemed such a little scar, that was so big for her. "i know, darling. it's okay."

dad!simon, who'd recklessly throw his little boy in the air, heart skipping a beat when he hears his squeals of joy and excitement.

dad!simon, who takes his kids with him to the base one day and introduces everyone to them.

"everyone.." he states reluctantly, noticing the amount of attention he gained simply by saying a word. he felt his little ones hands grip onto his pant legs, shaking. "..meet my little one."

dad!simon, who laughs at the idea of his little girl turning into a sassy-rebellious teenager one day.

dad!simon, who smiles proudly at his teenage girls bossiness.

you sigh, sitting on the couch as you and simon hear your little girl in the kitchen, speaking with her boyfriend. it started with a small disagreement, but then he says something she doesn't enjoy. when he hears his little girl correct him in a bossy tone, voice getting slightly louder and British accent getting even more threatening, he grins when all he hears on the other end is a "yes ma'am." and silence.

dad!simon, who'd answer his girls every beck and call.

"dad!" she'd call from her room, rough British accent booming through the house. just like her fathers. her eyes resemble a puppy's when she sees his face poke around the corner. "can you get me a drink? please."

dad!simon, who has to restrain himself from taking his child from school.

dad!simon, who almost sheds a tear when he hears his little girl talk to him with a British accent similar to his.

"daddy! why would you do that." she whines, eyeing her father. simon looks down in surprise - not because of the fact that he knocked her blocks down, nor the fact that she'd curse him out had she known any curse words, but the fact that she's eyeing him with his eyes, with his harsh, British accent, she learned from him.

dad!simon, who almost looses it hearing his little boy call for him after school.

"daddy!" the boy called, running off the bus in the rain and into his fathers arms, under the umbrella. "i missed you!" simon never felt such a fuzzy feeling in his life.

dad!simon, who gets his kids name followed by whatever they want tatted on his neck.

dad!simon, who's always anxiously looking behind him in public while shopping in fear of someone taking his kid.

"you still there?" he asks gruffly, looking back anxiously when he doesn't get a response, only to see the small child too focused on his phone to respond. chuckling, simon continues walking.

dad!simon, who constantly reminds his child he loves them dearly.

"i love you." simon mumbles quickly, reminding his little boy for the hundredth time, holding his small body close as he watches his dads phone. "i love you too, daddy." the small boy responds, clearly fed up with his fathers admiration.

dad!simon, who doesn't mind threatening his little girls first boyfriend.

dad!simon, who got his babies hands tatted on his chest.

dad!simon, who still cries at the mere thought of his kid even existing.

you roll your eyes gently as your husband hides his face in your chest, tears staining your shirt. "simon.." "they're so sweet.." he'd mumble, voice slightly hoarse. you sigh, patting his back. "and i thought i was the one in post-partum depression."

simon looked down, viewing his little girl playing with toy soldiers she saw in the store earlier that day. she begged him to buy them for her, and here she was, making small explosion and shooting sounds with her mouth, throwing them around. and before he knew it - tears were flowing down his face.

simon sat quietly, watching his son fiddle with a puzzle toy he'd proclaimed to be his favorite earlier that week. concentration painted the small boys face. and yet, here simon was. crying.

dad!simon, who reminds his boy/girl that not everyone is the same after their first breakup.

dad!simon, who often reflects on his past and what he missed out of his family, wanting to give his kids so much more.

"m' gonna give you everything i've ever wanted.." simon says under his breath, holding his newborn son.

dad!simon, who adorns every one of his kids features and ensures he shows them every day.

[artistcalledbella]

some experimental drawings of ghost + a small sketch

[arunneronthird]

two different flavors of absolute menace

[eccentricallygothic]

Trouble.

Hard Dom!Phillip Graves who has never been soft with a sub before you… 

Warning(s): Established D/S dynamic, collar and leash, kneeling, total submission, fluff, size kink, age gap, shy!reader, intimidation kink. MDNI.

The little lock to your collar clinks as you whip your head towards the double doors of the balcony that the rain hits and melts itself against. Though your entire body years to rush towards the glass barriers and push them open to let yourself out, you bite your bottom lip to help yourself concentrate on staying in place like you had been ordered to do so. 

Your Dom, the much older and experienced Commander Philip Graves, doesn't have to look up from his laptop screen to know the battle you're fighting within yourself. It's his order against your impulse and the attentive soldier catches your smaller form getting fidgety by the second right away. 

You struggle for a few moments as your try to bring your eyes back to the spot that you are supposed to stare at while you kneel beside his couch and wait for his command -any command- to act upon. But it hasn't rained in a while and the louder and more aromatic it gets, the more restless you grow. 

You nearly jump out of your skin from the shock and sensitivity -because you're extremely shy around him; something about his aura- when your desperate gaze bounces from the door to him and you find him already looking at you. Your heart leaps up in your throat and a thousand butterflies stem from the base of your stomach all the way up to your chest. A deep red burns into your cheeks and you whimper from the amusement that is on his face. 

“Well?” He speaks when you choose to remain quiet. The two of you have never really needed many words to communicate. “Go on, then.” The Commander loves the colourful light that flashes in your eyes and your nervous expression turns into a big beam. Being the kind of Dom that he is, you suspected him of denying or teasing you about it just because he had the power to do so and you loved to surrender it to him. And unbeknownst to you, if it were any of his older subs and not you, Philip would have. He knows it as well as he knows the sun exists, he would have.

You are on your toes before the next second can start. The older man sits up a bit straighter to undo the leash that is attached to your collar and he cannot help but let out a little smile when you mutter a cute thank you, Master before bolting in the opposite direction. 

But then you halt midway and spin on your heels. Though your body is half cocked towards the doors, your eyes eagerly find him and you smile. “Would you like to come with, Sir?” You question with a meek politeness, fingers shyly toying with the ends of the fancy lace underwear you wear for him. 

Philip is taken aback, as he always is with you. He has never had this kind of a bond with any of his subs. Sometimes it's strange to him how you behave and care beyond your place as his sub. Of course, he cannot and would never harbor any ill feelings towards his past partners for not being like you as the conditions are always clear and strictly to be maintained within the Dom-Sub dynamic since his line of work doesn't allow him the liberty of a lover. 

But Philip appreciates you nonetheless. 

“Uh…” He looks down at his own navy blue sweatshirt dark grey trousers and then looks back up at you. 

You understand. “Is okay!” Your links clinks adorably as you excitedly rush to him and hold a hand out. “I'll clean the mess! But you must come, it's really so fun, Sir!” When Philip tilts his head to the side and looks up at you in a contemplative manner, you do a series of restless mini jumps. “Please, c'mon!” 

You'll be the death of him. 

“Alright, alright” he puts the laptop aside and takes your smaller hand before pushing his heavy and broad body to stand up and tower over you. You squeal from delight and begin to pull his bigger form towards the balcony. The man shakes his head to himself. 

Philip is in so much trouble.

His eyes follow your feverish form as he slowly lets you drag him towards the glass doors before he helps you slide one open since you are holding his hand in yours and are too small to manage to do so with one. You squeal again and this time the Commander cannot help but snort under his breath as reaction to your childish antics. Quirks of having a younger partner, he guesses. 

“Careful” he calls firmly when you get too excited and start slipping and skidding about on your naked feet, the wet marble underneath your feet helping your play and Phillip's grip serving well as an anchor for your body. “Don't go hurting yourself now.” 

But you're exhilarated as the cool water hits your face and semi-naked body. You giggle -though you're usually rather coy around him- and jump, you twirl and spin, you do a silly little dance sequence while holding his hands and making him copy you. 

And though Phillip tries to be the responsible one, he cannot help but scoff out a chuckle at your antics, his heart erratic as it revels in the melodies of your pouty whines when he refuses to let you go off by keeping a firm hold on you. 

And then the Commander surprises the both of you -as he is not one to show much affection- by suddenly pulling you closer until you are pressed against him and his arms coil around your waist. The hot kiss he connects your mouths in steals the very breath out of your lungs and the manner in which he refuses to let go makes you melt into him.

Oh, it's trouble alright. 

. . .

I am too tired. Unedited would have to do for now.

[simp-ly-writes]

Okay but Price on a road trip would 100% be the guy to stick his hand around to the backseat. Shaking his palm around upwards for snacks to be poured in as he drives and you voice out navigations from the passengers seat. You turn around to watch the rest of the boys all huddled up in the back- shifting around and fighting one another for space as you snap a picture for the album.

[stoutguts]

FU K TAC VESTS THEY ARE SO DIFICULT TO DRAW

[writingmyheartsout]

As a very slow writer i understand that people would quickly lost interest in what I do...but anyway, I may be slow but i'm working on two plots

A Ghost x fem! medic reader (deciding if i'd give her a codename as well since she's military as well. Planning a bit of angst with, Simon not fully accepting what he feels and fighting his own mind in going against this "strange" feeling, until she goes away for 3 months.

A König x fem! reader (originally codename Tank, but i'm going to change it prob.) She's from another unit and she's the designed driver and a mechanic. This will be a bit of a cute/awkward story...more like him liking her straight away but not going to say anything and acting a bit like a stalker (not in a bad way) until she befriend him. They would spend a lot of time together since they grow close...and then..we'll see what would happen .

Tbh i was a bit scared of how i see both characters but i'm starting to be more confident about it, it's my hc afterall...

So, be patient and keep an eye every now and then...i'll post one, hopefully, around Christmas ❤️

[personwhowrites]

Task Force 141 reactions + König to you putting stickers on them.

Fluff/ slight gn!reader x everyone.

König

At first he doesn’t notice, his too focus on something else. His mind wondering off to a comfortable space.

When he does notice it’s because you stand up and move closer to his face. He panics slightly thinking your going to hurt him. (Trauma)

When he notices the pad of stickers he stares at you. There is a thick silence that follows along that makes you quickly stop and give him a very nervous smile.

“..You have a unicorn?” König asks in a sort of whimper. “..think it would look nice..on me..?”

You smile to his words and show him your collection of stickers you brought this trip. He happily helps you put some on his uniform. Slightly chuckles to the fact how excited you are.

When often alone with you he would hand you random sticker packets he bought for you. Then sit down and wait for you to start your “artwork”. He also puts stickers on you if you’re comfortable enough to let him. He respects your personal space as you do his.

John “Captain” Price

His busy doing some report about an accident Soap caused with explosives again. You bored take out your secret supply of stickers and slowly open it.

Price heard the wrapper and stare at you. A long lingering stare before he sigh and placed his pen down. He pats his lap, you smile and rush over to him with your stickers at hand.

“You want a rainbow or a storm cloud?” You ask pointing at the stickers. “What do you think?”

“Whatever looks best on me doll.” Price says with a chuckle. “And whatever distracts you the most.”

With that you immediately start putting stickers on him. His arms, face, beard and even his hat. Price is one to not care what type of stickers you use on him. Just as long your distracted he is okay with it.

Price lets you put stickers on him very often. Even in front of the group or in meeting to get your mind distracted. He knows that you should be focusing at the task at hand, but he can’t bring himself to do so.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle was in his own head, playing on his phone. Unaware of your intensions to ruin him with stickers as you did with Price. He was aware of your behavior with Price and didn’t mind it as long no one else was harm.

When you suddenly appear next to him confusion took over. Kyle didn’t know why you would be near him if you two barely spoke a word to each other. Yet when he saw the stickers at hand he pulled another chair to him and extended his arm.

“Try to not get something too dark on me.” Kyle says with a warm smile. “Got it?”

You nodded and began to work. He seemed a little uneasy by your cold hands, but soon got used to it. Once done he would take a picture and smile at you. After that, putting stickers on him became a habit, Price of course secretly got jealous but found it okay later seeing that’s what got you and Kyle to talk more.

John “Soap” Mactavish

He was watching TV with Ghost. You were on your phone, messing with a game you found interesting. Ghost got up and left to smoke a cigar leaving you to Soap. You looked at soap and smiled.

When Soap saw you smile at him, he got worried. Soon you randomly pulled out stickers under a pillow and rushed at him. Soap soon also pulled stickers out the couch he was been wanting to use.

“Looks like we both have a secret hobby.” Soap says with a cheeky smile. “I bet I have twice as much as you.”

“No you don’t!” You say smiling wider as you unwrap the stickers.

You later found out Soap collects stickers and has been waiting for this moment with you. After hearing what you did to Kyle, excitement filled his body knowing he was going to be next for sure. He would hide stickers around the base so you two can decorate each other. Sometimes going overboard.

When alone you two make sure to cover each of your arms with stickers. It annoys Price and the others, but they get over it knowing it makes the two of you bond better. Soap buys you stickers from all over the world to make sure you never run out of them.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost was always alert so you didn’t even try to sneak a sticker on him. Fear silent swept you as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes and watched your every move. Yet somehow you finally managed to have some bravery.

Ghost was reading a book on the couch. You were next him, stickers at hand and you stare at him, a long stare that finally got him to nod.

“Fine…Just not the mask.” Ghost says in a harsh tone. “Understand?”

You nod quickly and watch at Ghost puts his hand on your lap. You excitedly turn to open your bright stickers. Ghost sets his book down and watches you decide carefully what stickers to use on him. He even points out ones he wants.

You find out later if he never takes the stickers off. He just sets his glove over them and returns to you when they finally fall off or he washed them off. Ghost is one to soon buy you some stickers that fit more his theme and everyone’s theme.

Ghost does visit you late at night for stickers. Even if you’re tired he wouldn’t care much, he wants those stickers back on him one way or another.

[local-crying-boy]

🅂🄸🄼🄾🄽 '🄶🄷🄾🅂🅃' 🅁🄸🄻🄴🅈

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 - 𝔻𝕒𝕪 4

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝: 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 /𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 742

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Simon Riley was a hardened, cold man. He was a soldier, a lieutenant. He shot at enemies and was frequently thrown into danger. He was tough. Intimidating. Threatening. Any adjective you could think of to describe a merciless soldier, that was what Simon was.

However, Simon Riley had a little secret.

You. You were the one person who was able to see the person that Simon really was. The opposite of the harden, trained soldier who didn’t fail to do his duty.

Today was one of those days where you were able to see that vulnerability he never let be seen by anyone, that he always kept hidden with thick and high walls.

He was sat up on the bed, his back against the headboard, you planted firmly on his lap with his cock deep in your pussy. He had his hands on the sides of your waist, your arms cupping his cheeks as you pressed your lips against his, causing the two of you to share a sloppy, but passionate kiss.

His thrusts up into you were slow and precise, he didn’t seem the type to do that due to his large and muscular figure, but he knew exactly how to pleasure you.

He let out quiet groans in your ear when the two of you parted from your kiss, he leaned his head on your shoulder, hands grasping tightly onto your waist. He knew you got off on the slow and steady pace, but he would always feel himself on the peak of breaking point.

He would hold off though, for you. He wanted to feel you come undone around his throbbing cock before he set his load deep inside of you.

“Fuck…” you breathed out softly, inhaling quietly as your heart raced in your chest, despite the calm, slowly paced moment. “Si…”

“I know…” he muttered, his hot breath hitting your bare shoulder, a low groan.

You felt as Simon pressed himself deeper inside of you, your lips opening and letting out a long moan. You leaned your head in his neck, and, before you knew it, you had your teeth biting into his neck.

It wasn’t hard, no, no. But it was enough that it caused a shocked noise to escape his mouth.

“Love..” he whispered quietly, groaning out quietly as he felt you kiss over the little bite marks.

He didn’t get much more out because you had done it again, well-taken care of teeth clamping down but not into his neck this time, onto his shoulder instead.

“Fuck.” He breathed out quietly, his hands moving down to your thighs and firmly grasping them.

You could feel as his cock twitched inside of your slick hole, your eyes screwed shut as a quiet moan escaped your lips. Your nails clawed down Simon’s back as you felt yourself drawing nearer.

“Oh, god… Si…” you breathed out, your pussy tightening around his aching cock, only causing him to let out a drawn out groan.

You pressed your head further into his shoulder, grinding your wet pussy against his aching cock, letting out a small whine as you wondered if your bites and nails were going to leave marks on the lieutenant.

“Goddamn it luv-“ Simon groaned out he could feel himself getting closer. “Are you close? You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Mhm- mhm..” You were able to hum out quietly as you felt his cock twitch in anticipation, his grip on your thighs getting tighter, crescent indents marking your skin.

You could hear the low grumble of Simon's groan in your ear, you could feel the faint rumble in his chest as he made those sensual grunts that only you had the pleasure of hearing.

With a loud gasp that had quickly faded into a long moan, you felt that knot in your lower stomach snap and your hips bucked towards Simon’s. The action only causing Simon to groan out with his mouth pressed up against your neck, his seed exploding through your hole.

Simon’s thrusts upwards slowed until the two of you were simply embracing one other while catching your breath, your head leaning on his bare shoulder and his face hid in the crook of your neck.

“God, I love you…” Simon whispered quietly in your ear, a phrase you did not hear often, but it meant that world to you when you did hear it.

“I love you more…” You muttered back faintly.

The two of you had stayed as a cuddly couple for a couple more moments, simply basking in the warmth of both of your body heat.

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Kinktober {2024} Masterlist

[temeyes]

too many feelings the past few days