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ghostly-groves · 8 months ago
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Schlatt in the newest chuckle sandwich ep (3:30): Usually when I drink it’s just me sitting on my couch watching hermitcraft. And then bdubs is like “ooh time for another redstone with bdubs” and I’m like “great, dude. Fuck, man.”
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lapetitepatisserie · 3 months ago
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cod × fem!reader ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩
The familiar sound of keys in the door alerted you to your husband’s return.
“My love?” he called, looking for you, boots making heavy footsteps as he made his way towards you and your child. His eyes soften once they land on you and your baby girl.
“How’s my princess?” he drawls, voice deep with exhaustion from work.
You look down at the child sitting in your lap, occupied with trying to fit a chubby foot into her mouth. A steady finger reaches underneath your chin, lifting it to meet his warm, intense gaze.
“I’m talking about this one.”
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thedivinetexts · 4 months ago
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Ghost sharing you with the rest of the 141, simply because he honestly can't keep up with your sex drive. Ghost fucking loves you, but he isn't in the mood that often. It's a wonderful thing when he is — he always gets you sobbing from pleasure with his nice, thick cock and dirty words spilling from his mouth — but it just doesn't happen much. Between his chronic pain flaring up or his ptsd rearing its head he finds it a little difficult to want to fuck you as often as you'd like him to. He knows you're more insatiable than him and he feels guilty sometimes, not being able to keep up; even though you have never and would never complain about the infrequency of sex.
Takes a while for him to come to terms with it. Takes a bit longer for him to decide on what he thinks is the only suitable option; let his mates, the men he trusts with his life, have their way with you. Starting with the one he trusts most.
It's nerve-wracking the first time he lends you to Captain Price, some cynical part of him worried that you'll like it a bit too much and decide Ghost isn't worth sticking around for. Ghost shouldn't have been worried though — Price sends along a video of him fucking you, assumedly recorded just seconds before. The noises you make are loud and filthy. You're clearly cockdrunk and almost incomprehensible when you whine. But when Price growls the question in your ear, you don't hesitate.
"Tell us who you belong to, sweetheart, go on. Who owns you, darlin?"
"S-Simon!" You moan, nearly sobbing it out. Ghost's hand is on his clothed cock as he watches you cry and squirm. "Ah, 'm Simon's! Please, please, fuck, please!"
Price chuckles and the video cuts just as his hips speed up. A moment after Ghost is finished watching, a text pops up underneath it.
> Got yourself a good one.
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ink-n-shadow · 2 months ago
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currently having the softest thoughts about dad!simon :’))
like the way he’s stripping off his Henley t-shirt at the hospital right after you give birth because he “read somethin’ about how bein’ skin to skin is better fer ‘em,” not wasting any time in letting your newborn child rest on his tattooed chest while you take a small break.
or how he would gently push you back into bed when the baby starts crying in the middle of the night (especially in those first couple of days), answering your mumbled annoyance with a smeared kiss to your forehead and pulling the comforter up higher around your body. “haven’t ‘ad good sleep in nine months, lovie—i’ll take care of the bug, ‘lright? tha’s it, go back to bed sweetheart.” takes care of the baby while he watches footy and rugby, one arm cradling the swaddled up little one against his chest as the other nurses half a beer (the other half having been poured into soap’s cup of whiskey, “fer added flavor”).
the boys actually enjoy having to transition from nights out to the bar to nights crowded in yours and simon’s basement. they all take turns cradling your newborn gently, snapping at each other when they get a bit too rowdy and more than happy to give you a break from the baby whenever you needed it.
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killerpancakeburger · 3 months ago
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Thinking about a Reader who ends up having Scary Dog Privileges with Ghost without meaning to. It just happened.
Then they have to deal with the fact that this comes with duties too.
Tags: civilian!reader, gn!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive, smug!Ghost, smooth!Ghost. 800 words.
Part 2. Part 3.
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When Ghost is reluctant to getting sutured in Medical after accidentally opening his stitches, grumbling he can do it himself, who does the nurse call for? Yeah, you.
She could stand her ground, after all she's used to dealing with big, whiny men, but it's much more fun to knock on your door and smile at your bewildered gaze and gaping mouth when she explains the situation in two sentences.
"Ghost's being difficult, mind taking over?" "I'm sorry, what the hell does this have to do with me?" "C'm'on, everyone on base knows he's got a soft spot for you. Don't you want to make my job easier?"
You roll your eyes and slam your hands on your desk as you get up. Groaning as you walk past her— "I'm doing this for you, nothing else, got it?"
Mumbling to yourself "you've got to be kidding me" as you barge into the sick bay. Ghost is coolly seated at the end of a bed, large as life, casual clothes as black as his mask and— oh. You weren't told the wound was on his thigh— you weren't warned that he didn’t have pants on. You can’t help it, your eyes go down, down, your lingering gaze and your flustered silence forming a confession louder than words.
A noise — a scoff or a grunt, you’re not sure — emanates from him, breaks your trance, makes you look up. The amusement in his gaze tells you he noticed your oggling— of course he did. Nothing gets past the Ghost, and you've been remarkably unsubtle. Despite the mask, you swear you can make out the smug smirk on his lips. His cockiness reignites your irritation. Annoyance making you bolder than you really are, you charge at him, crossing the distance between you two in a stride, stopping close— too close. He doesn't back off.
"What's wrong with you?" you snarl. "Nothin'," he retorts, imperturbable.
It's actually the first time you’re overlooking him. You may be enjoying it a bit too much. Nevermind the fact that you've had to wedge yourself between his parted legs to get there.
You frown, unconvinced by his answer.
“Did Soap contaminate you?”
Bargaining to be cleared out earlier was the Scotsman's trademark.
“Johnny throws a fit cos he hates feeling useless. That's not what I'm doing.”
A smirk stretches your lips.
“Oh, no? I'm sure your reasons are much more noble.”
“Doesn't matter. Got what I wanted anyway.”
He's way too self-satisfied for a man in his underwear.
You throw an unequivocal look in the direction of his injury.
“What you wanted? A still open wound?”
“You.”
He replied without missing a beat, as confident as usual. It is both alluring and aggravating.
“And your idea of wooing me is making me upset?”
You don't add “because if it is, that's really fucking stupid” out loud, but you’re sure he got the message through your tone.
“Nah. But you're more honest when you’re angry. Gutsier.”
You only realize he slipped his index and middle fingers in your trouser loops when he sharply tugs at them. Off balance, you steady yourself by catching his shoulders.
Taking advantage of the strip of bare skin between your shirt and bottoms, the pads of his thumbs idly stroke your hip bones. The contact sends electricity through you, shivers of pleasure running down your sides.
“Ghost,” you start, severe, trying not to let the effect his touch has on you show in your voice.
“Simon,” he counters, surly. “Told ya it's Simon when we're alone, didn't I?”
He did, but you didn’t think he was serious. If that's what it takes to get him to listen… you’ll play by his rules.
“Simon. What's the rest of your brilliant plan? I'm here, but I can’t stitch you up.”
“How ‘bout a deal. I'll stop resisting… for a price.”
You raise an amused eyebrow.
“What kind of price?”
“A kiss.”
You snort. You didn’t believe him capable of something so… puerile.
“With the mask on?”
He doesn't move a muscle to get rid of it.
“Take it off.”
You usually wouldn’t obey what sounds like an order so easily, but it's the first time you get to touch the skull. Slipping two fingers between skin and cloth, you slowly roll up the mask all the way under his nose.
You gently trace the scars surrounding his lips. Then, the second you feel him relax, grip on your hips slackening and intensity of his gaze waning, you grab the bottom of his mask and drag it back down vigorously, making the holes for the eyes land way too low for him to see anything.
“If you thought you'd get a reward for acting out, you've got another think coming.”
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wintersongstress · 1 year ago
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Simon "Ghost" Riley | Modern Warfare III (2023)
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bloodofelves · 1 year ago
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GHOST IN THE SHELL 1995 | dir. Mamoru Oshii
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marfian · 4 months ago
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Daemon walking around Harrenhal like
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cheesit-notes · 1 year ago
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"s'fucking small"
lieutenant ghost who has a major size kink.
tags: MDNI!, size kink obvi, manhandling teehee, fem reader, fingering, you're put in a mating press, lowkey praise?
a/n: sorry for the late post, i went to hoyofest '23 and then tumblr went down for a bit but teehee take ghost and size kink (i want him to manhandle me)
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ghost likes to hold things after you hold them just to see how big his hands look on it compared to yours. does the thing where he makes you hold his phone and later compares it to his cock. (when hard, he is most definitely over 7 inches and at least 5 inches in girth, you can't tell me he can act like this if his cock was any less)
loves manhandling you 'cause god, look at you! so small next to him. he absolutely adores your hand in his, just shows him how big he is compared to you.
when he has you pinned to the bed, legs spread out showing off your pretty little cunt to him, just him. god, and you're so wet, letting him slip in a finger in so easily. one hand holding yours down, your knees pressing against your chest as he pushes himself onto you. revels in the fact he can just engulf your entire body with his larger one.
slips a few fingers in and out, seeing you squirm around trying to rub on him trying to get any form of friction. teases you by rubbing your clit, just a little. then when he's had enough, he'll stand up and let you watch as he slowly takes off his belt and let his cock spring free.
an arm to support him, your knees now next to your head because of the position, and his cock lined up with your cunt. he'll ram it in with no time for you to adjust (he's so mean). gets him all riled up seeing a bulge in your stomach. he'll grunt out your name and little comments about how you're "s'fucking small" and how you're taking him in sooo good. he'll put you in a mating press. eventually, he's just panting and moaning your name as you squeeze around him with a death grip on your hips and thighs.
god you look so cute as he fucks your brains out.
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clownowo · 3 months ago
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this is like all I could think when I first played this scene
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ghostly-groves · 8 months ago
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Odd ways hermits play minecraft (from mumbo’s video) in order of appearance
Grian
- f for inventory, e for swap hand, r for zoom
- same headset since 2008
- described as “really cheap and nasty” but comfortable. apparently.
- discontinued ages ago
- ordered a batch from hong kong so he’ll never run out
- they last about a year each
Mumbo
- presses shift with his thumb
Ren
- e for forwards, x for backwards a for left, f for right
- r for inventory, g for swap hand
False
- i for inventory
Etho
- tissue box stand for mic
- five years old from costco
- tissues are still in the box
- keyboard is 18 inches back from the edge of desk (for room for his arms??? so he has elbows on desk)
- shoulder level desk
- mouse sideways in front of keyboard
- high sensitivity on mouse because there’s no space to move it
- metal desk that’s smooth so no mousepad needed
- uses mousepad under left elbow as a cushion instead
Gem
- sprint is caps lock
- r instead of f5
Joe
- uses a foot pedal???
- left pedal for sprint
- centre to change obs
- right to mute mic
- - (minus) to drop item
Cleo
- sits cross legged on her couch
- keyboard on knees
- mouse and mousepad on a flat of soft drink cans
- has a desk but doesn’t use it
- microphone hangs from the staircase banister behind her
Keralis
- left handed
- right hand for wasd, left hand for mouse
- shifts with thumb, pinky for space
Impulse
- sprints with right thumb on mouse
- inverted mouse controls
Skizz
- inverted mouse controls
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alchemyfreak321 · 22 days ago
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@giftober 2024 | Day 21: “Minimalistic” + Day 26: “One Gif”
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webgirlsuperstar · 3 months ago
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anyways i do morally agree with samuel roukin as ghost
image cred: @samuelroukin
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thedivinetexts · 3 months ago
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OF/sex worker reader who faked moans in content x loyal fan Ghost who's discovering this for the first time ? (afab but gender neutral y/n)
When he finally, finally, after months of steady support from afar — it had taken a while, in between missions, for him to really track you down — has you to himself, he thinks he's doing something wrong.
He's got you pulled flush against him, front to back, with your legs spread so he can touch that pretty cunt. He's barely even touched you so far. Not that anyone'd be able to tell, feeling how wet you are for him, he thinks. But he's barely started and you're already making these noises.
Ghost has been watching your content as often as possible since he found it months ago. He knows what you sound like — or at least he thought he did. Instead of the loud, confident moans that he is rapidly realizing sounded a little fake, he's hearing whimpering, gasping moans slip from your lips. They spill out like you almost can't help it.
"Sweetheart," Ghost rumbles. He presses his lips close to your ear so you have no choice but hear him. All the collabs he was forced to sit through while imagining himself in your partners' places flits through his mind. You never sounded like this. "Did none o' them make you feel good, love?"
You suddenly go a little quiet. Were probably hoping he wouldn't call you out on it, huh? That won't do, though. Ghost roughly circles your clit with the pads of his fingers until you can't help but whine under his attention, and then he asks again. He's certain of your answer even before you nod, head jerking as you twitch under his fingers.
"Poor thing," he rumbles into your ear, voice low. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we got all night. I'll take care of ya."
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pkmn-ruby · 10 months ago
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killerpancakeburger · 8 months ago
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Imagine being a member of the Task Force who's pining after Ghost, but thinking he's not able to fall for anyone right now and may very well never be. It's fine though - you're happy with standing by his side - or at least you try to convince yourself you are. Soap has a deeper bound with him than you, but that's fine too. You would never dare to come between them. Never dare to deprive Ghost of someone he needs.
So when you see Soap in mortal peril, you don't even need to think about it. You shove him out of the way and take the bullet/knife meant for him. You survive, but barely. All is well.
Or so you think, until Ghost barges into your hospital room and rips into you. His fury is equal to the feelings you made him go through: resentment for throwing your life away so casually, fear of losing you, and the helplessness of being unable to save you.
All this time you’ve been convinced that he'd be happier with Soap alive, even if it meant you dead, so you're utterly confused in front of his rage.
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