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ceilid. oil rig soap i am foaming at the mouth omg
he's covered in an ever present layer of grease and grime, stinking of sweat and rust. comes off as a cocky showboat when you first arrive on the rig, jokes about wanting to see you all messed up like the rest of 'em, but his jokes are barbed, electric blue eyes looking you up and down like he really can't stand how clean and neat you are compared to the men on board. like he wants to tear your ironed skirt down so he can drag his dirty paws all over your ass and thighs.
you honestly write him off; hard to see the laid back charmer as a genuine threat or even someone to go running to should something bad happen to you, but then everything on the rig goes to shit. something violent and hungry comes out of the water and you can hear the blood curdling screams from the men it catches as you sprint down the landing, the helicopter already starting to take off even as you yell for them to wait.
but then a man twice your size is suddenly pulling you into the shadows, covering your mouth and shushing you as the thing that came aboard the ship suddenly passes (and you think, wildly, that it would've been on you by now had soap not dragged you out of the way) and you watch in horror as it obliterates the chopper, the body of the chopper bursting into flames and going into a tailspin, crashing into the ocean below.
"keep the heid, bonnie," murmured into your ear, the hand around your mouth pressing harder and muffling your screams as he pulls you deeper into the rig, trying to find a place to hide, his arms like steel bands around you. "willnae let anything bad happen to ye."
#my fave way to write soap is when he snaps from laid back charmer to serious former military in the blink of an eye#like the layers peel back all at once and you didn't realize this is what sat at the core of him#don't worry by the end of it soap gets the two of you on a lifeboat and leaves the rest of his crew behind#not exactly the most loyal guy in the world - but he had a cute girl to save#soap x reader#soap/reader
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13 year old cullen was all "im gonna learn how to wield a sword and im gonna protect people and im gonna wear cool armor and join the templars" and then cut to 30 year old cullen and he's like. "yep. another day of doing paperwork until 9pm. glory to andraste, i guess."
#cullen rutherford#dragon age inquisition#commander cullen#congrats you fell for the oldest trick in the book when it comes to military recruitment my dude#they spread the Cool Guy stories and leave out the god-awful amounts of paperwork that makes the machine 'run'#vultures and dragons
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“How copy?”
#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#cod fanart#soap x ghost#my art#the military lingo continues on leave and eventually in retirement#I don’t make the rules#hm… another head bonk I’m just now realising#my subconscious is telling me that I need someone to tenderly rest their forehead on mine
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#he’s not leaving because i actually refuse to read that :-)#im actually going to pull my hair out i can’t be a military wife like TAKE ME INSTEAD#jeonghan#seventeen
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SUMMER IN NOVEMBER | simon x afab reader
warnings: making out, touching, shared shower time but no smut yet. traumatized simon with negative self worth post near death experience, reader is not in the military by choice, dubcon regarding tits if you squint, and possessive simon. (not proofread we die like men ig)
Simon loves the desperation in your first kiss, you kiss him through the mask clumsily with your arms around his neck. For the first time his reflexes loose their rigidity as he barely closes his eyes as you’re pulling away. Flushed, shamefaced, mumbling thank god you’re safe and turning away.
Simon tugs you by the wrist, it’s not a request by the way he’s studying you. You’re ready for the lecture about professionalism or a comment about how you’re old enough to know better than to pull a stunt like this. He’s never barked at you the way he does with the team. Never complains when you sit in his chair, doesn’t say anything when you drink out of his mug, and when you go out he’s paying your tab before you can touch it.
This will be the breaking point, the last time he tolerates you, now he’s going to tell you to go fuck yourself for sure. He tells you to close your eyes and you’re ready for him to scream at you bracing yourself not to cry.
Ghost kisses you roughly, sucking on your bottom lip, demanding you open yourself to him. In seconds he has you against the wall caging you in as he sucks on your neck, it’s better than the wet dreams you’ve been having with just this one kiss. All your nerve ending ache for him and you’re squirming, Simon pulls away eyes wide.
He’s still got blood tainted on his uniform, his hands have gunpowder residue — who is he to kiss you? You deserve more than a single night of him fucking you until you can’t stand. You don’t belong amongst all this carnage. You don’t belong with him.
Yet, you’re pulling him by his collar cradling his face in your small hands, kissing him again, softer like you’re sipping on his mouth, savoring it until he leaves again. Simon doesn’t want to share you with the wraith inside him, he wants all your sunlight to soak into him instead.
He lets you tug him to the infirmary, watches you re-reading the patient portal notes on your phone while walking to his room. When he complains, you silence his smart ass comments about his injuries when you slide into his lap. You curl into him like a cat searching for warmth, praise, and petting. He keens at your attention, your excessive worry, and your newfound display of affection. Wondering if after tonight you’ll come to your senses and never make him tea in the middle of the night again. He could make you beg for his mouth, but he can’t make you love him.
Simon leans into you as you set up a shower for him palming at your waist, digging his fingers into your hips, hovering over the button of your cargo pants. He lets you undress him just in his boxers and balaclava, you press a shaky kiss to the middle of his chest promising to wait for him in the bedroom. For the first time Simon doesn’t want to be alone, he catches himself asking you to join him in the shower. He doesn’t want to fuck you in the shower, he just wants you stay, but he doesn’t know how to justify the yearning he’s been holding for you. You don’t complicate things for him, just let him unzip your pants and unhook your bra. In the shower you stand away from the stream of hot water, gently scrubbing the sweat and exhaustion off his skin. You look away from his half hard cock as you run a washcloth over his calves, after doting on him you press a kiss to his cloth covered mouth. You gently trace the seam of his mask and tell him you’re leaving so he wash his intimates. Simon emerges out the steamy shower to a warm towel and neatly folded night clothes beside a clean balaclava with its signature skull.
That night your hands don’t linger down to his waist, you let him lay his head on your chest, you scratch down his upper back until you fall asleep. You never ask him for more than he’s willing to give, you’re so innocently interrupting the hardened exterior he presents, and you’re too naive to know he wanted you from the minute you looked up at him.
Simon needs one minute with his bare face against your tits. He knows from carrying you home after a drink turns to two, you’re affectionate until you’re fighting sleep you can’t be stirred. He knows you wouldn’t deny him this if you were awake. He’s slipping off the mask nuzzling his face against your tits into the curve of your neck until he’s on top of you leaning his forehead against yours and barely kissing your mouth.
He slips on his mask again, unwilling to let you see him vying for your love, waiting for your praise. He’s leaves the bed, wondering if he should pretend this night never happened, when you’re calling out his name in your sleep. Simon returns to the bed as you’re gasping for air, you heave with sobs as he pulls you into his chest. You’re begging him not to die, not to disappear, not to abandon you.
“I love you, you can’t leave.”
For the first time in the years he’s known you, something emerges that is unyielding— more than a watery sob this is a practically a prayer. Your wish may be more than you bargained for, but you belong to him now. If you’ll take him as he is sharp teeth, crooked, and scarred he must find a way to live with himself. One day you’ll know that you’re the first to have touched his broken nose, scarred cupid’s bow, and uneven shave. He wasn’t held like this even when he was a child, but you’re holding onto him for dear life and you love him.
The way you see through everyone extends past human understanding, you’re both paranormal in your own ways. You’re a collection of colorful persistent oddities, your curious consumptions forced you into this line of business. Your mistakes is his dumb luck, he’s claiming your love as his prize. You’re too pretty a bird to stay in these barracks, kept in this cage, consumed by all this corruption. After everything his atonement will be keeping you safe. Men may change, but the self serving nature of ghosts linger. The prospect of spoiling you rotten, earning your smile, and making you whimper his name will be his own pleasures one day.
#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#soft simon riley#jean writes#this is a tender moment but i do i feel like when he’s overstimulated enjoying eating pussy he cries a little bit#i said what i said#it’s 1am i need to stop#but like simon loving for the first time and he’s afraid of doing it wrong#he has no blueprint for a happy relationship#he’s just desperate to keep his better half and i hate to say it but this man loves his partner more than this work#he knows devotion for the first time and he’s leaving the horrors of military industrial complex and all its problematic elements to be#in love and not at war (with himself) and like everyone shooting at him
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us electoral politics is so pointless it's like
democrats: we're proud to introduce our new legislation that will guarantee all white women with master's degrees whose student debt value ends in a prime number and who are hufflepuffs get a minimum of two guaranteed days of maternity leave! to get bipartisan support we are also doubling the military budget
republicans: liberals want "woke" "birthing-persons" to MURDER the economy and Never Work Again in new Socialist Marxist plot
moderates: sometimes i think both sides are too extreme 🤔🤯
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In early 2014, Ukraine was a neutral country, with a pro-Russian president, and with 70% of Ukraine's population against NATO membership. Yet Russia bluntly violated Ukraine's neutrality and annexed Crimea, then launched a covert invasion of Ukraine in the east.
Petro Poroshenko won the presidential election later in 2014 having promised a settlement with Russia, keeping a special status of the Russian language in Ukraine. He was initially sceptical regarding NATO accession, underlined Ukraine must rely on its own strength to provide security.
Did Putin meet Poroshenko halfway? Not at all. The regular Russian army entered the Ukrainian territory in mid-2014 to fight the Ukrainian troops, which led to the Minsk-1 agreement signed in September 2014.
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Few weeks later, Ukraine's parliament adopted a law that would guarantee the then Russia-controlled part of Donetsk and Luhansk regions additional economic, financial and cultural powers.
How did Putin react? Russia staged sham local elections in the occupied Donbas, and then sent the regular army again to Ukraine in early 2015, which led to the Minsk-2 agreement signed in February 2015.
Zelensky was even more sceptical regarding NATO accession. Asked about NATO, he once famously said he never pays anyone a visit if he has not been invited. He won the presidential election promising to compromise with Russia - to stop shooting, sit down with Putin and talk.
Did Putin meet Zelensky halfway? Not at all. He actually raised the stakes by issuing the Russian passports on the occupied territories of Ukraine even before Zelensky assumed the office, putting him in a difficult political position since the start.
Zelensky was ready to drop Ukraine's NATO bid in an exchange for the Russian troops withdrawing from Ukraine. The talks were held already before 2022. What did Putin do? He launched a full-scale invasion of Ukraine.
In the first weeks of the invasion, Zelensky was yet again ready to drop Ukraine's NATO bid. But he wanted to obtain international security guarantees. What did Putin do? He demanded that Russia must be consulted before any aid would be given to Ukraine in the event of aggression.
To sum up, Ukraine has consistently tried to reach a deal with Russia over the last decade, and was open to giving up on its NATO bid in exchange for the withdrawal of the Russian troops from Ukraine. Russia never reciprocated, never showed a good will, kept raising the stakes.
Both Poroshenko and Zelensky were initially sceptical regarding Ukraine's accession to NATO. Both wanted to get a deal with Putin. And Putin himself pushed both of them to seek NATO membership out of no other viable alternatives.
Up till now, Putin has shown absolutely no willingness to compromise with Ukraine. His war aims remain maximalist - subjugating Ukraine and changing its regime. He seeks Ukraine's partition, and will turn what is left of Ukraine into Russian protectorate.
Russia's imperial self-conception is that of Russian elites at large, and not just Vladimir Putin. The Russian leadership simply cannot reconcile with the existence of a sovereign Ukrainian statehood.
Therefore any sustainable Ukrainian-Russian compromise is currently not possible unless the Russian cost-benefit calculus changes. Only credible risk to the stability of the Russian regime would impact this calculus. The easiest way goes through defeating Russia in Ukraine.
#russia simply wants all of Ukraine#thats it#its a no-brainer#russia considers Ukraine its own colony that needs to be returned under the rule/protectorate of the 'Russian Empire'#same with Georgia Moldova the Baltic States etc#having not achieved military and political victory in Georgia through small wars#russia used its oil money and spy network to install russia-loyal government in Georgia#now that government passes russia-dictated laws#it cant take on the Baltic States (yet)#leaving Ukraine and Moldova#Georgian scenario didnt fly in Ukraine and Moldova so russia went with war#Ukraine is first simply due to the geographical position#Moldova is currently impossible for russia to attack on land and the sea corridor is veeeeerrrrryyyyy narrow and they'd have to go through#Ukrainian and Romania's waters for it#plus Moldova doesn't border Russia#Ukraine borders Moldova#strategically it makes 100% sense to go through Ukraine first#ukraine#russia#russia ukraine war#russian invasion of ukraine#russia is a terrorist state#imperialism#colonialism#genocide#history#war crimes#russian empire#russian culture#україна
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Given that Belobog is so full of snow, I'm kinda sad we never get to see any snowmen anywhere. Like that would have made for such a cute bg decoration!
And I think it would be especially funny for Sampo to make them, not out of pure, innocent whimsy and joy, but like specifically to be a menace smzhnsjd
Like Gepard keeps finding little snowmen out around the frontlines. And normally he would just turn a blind eye to this like he does with other things (like the shitty amateur distillery no one thinks he knows about); war sucks, their own damn leader is trying to kill them and Gepard is treading water just trying to keep Cocolia from using his guards as cannon fodder. If his soldiers want to make some snowmen in their downtime, then they should be allowed that. God knows they've earned it.
BUT SOMEONE IS MAKING SNOWMEN THAT LOOK LIKE HIM, DAMMIT!!!
Gepard keeps finding them down the back alleys and more hidden parts of the frontlines! And they all have the same grumpy little face, with blue-painted rocks for eyes and sometimes even gold-colored bullet casings for hair! And he knows who it is the second he finds another little blue haired, green eyed snowman next to it! Fuckin' Koski is sneaking in here, and easily enough that he has the time to taunt him!
Gepard once found a little Snow Geppie with angry eyebrows and red roses stuck in its blushing cheeks that was handcuffed to a weapons rack, which was when he realized someone had pickpocketed his handcuffs. He punches the head clean off the little Snow Sampo nearby, only to discover that it is also holding his wallet, minus all the shield he'd had in it that morning. Gepard kicks it for good measure.
One time he found a little Snow Sampo offering roses to a little Snow Geppie, and he quickly knocked those over too before anyone else could see them or his red face. He swears he can feel Sampo snickering and mocking him nearby.
Sometimes, Gepard finds little Snow Sampos with tiny sacks thrown over their shoulders, all filled with items that are SUPPOSED to be in the depths of the guarded Silvermane storehouses. Sampo technically isn't even stealing anything, he's just showing Gepard that he could if he wanted to, and poor Gepard is going to pop an aneurysm.
Pela: Good morning, Captain. Have you been outside of your tent yet?
Gepard: No. ....Why.
Pela: No reason. Say, have you heard of any break ins recently?
Gepard: No, why.
And Pela holds open the tent flap and there's a ton of tiny little Silvermane Guards snowmen in tight neat rows, all with their little stick arms up in salute, and each one with an actual, stolen official helmet-mask.
Pela: You run a real tight ship out here, huh.
Gepard: (looooong weary muffled sigh as he drags a hand down his face)
#gepo#sampard#hsr gepard#hsr sampo#sampo koski#gepard landau#pelageya sergeyevna#hsr#honkai star rail#I love Sampo being petty as shit just to rile Geppie up fkdsajflasdj#like he is absolutely watching from somewhere hidden nearby and snickering to himself#of a related note I think Caelus and March 7th should be given those little plastic mold thingies that make rubber ducky-shapes in the snow#they go through the restricted zone and just leave them in random places#Gepard trying to conduct serious military business and up on the wall behind him are a row of rubber duckies judging the Guards fjklasjfkld
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trying to explain to other otasune fans that snake is NOT the one with internalized homophobia in their coupling
#y’all see a a slightly smaller man in the queer ship and make him your femboy out and proud twink yas queen#and he got raised by kaz#the fruit ever#he is caught up and knowledgeable about queer terminology#I don’t think he’s like open about it cause military but i think it’s the least of his issues#Otacon tho???#the guy with the dad who instilled fear of weakness inside him#and a mom who ended up marrying a man despite being in lovr with a woman and being really depressed#and then getting groomed by his step mom#and got a weird inferiority complex about all of that which related to the wah he finds piece in manga and anime#he can calls himself a loser and weak by his own interests and not by the more serious things he doesn’t want to examine#the way he talks about snake in the games and novels like he wants him so badly but refuses to every actually tell him#he wants them to be a family but the connotation to family to him is so fucked up#he tells himself that snake knows what he’s thinking because he knows what’s snake thinking but snake doesn’t#the scene where he sleeps with Naomi on the night snake is leaving for his suicide mission??#LIKE???#mgs#otasune#snotacon#snavid#otacon#mgs otacon#metal gear solid
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It’s really funny when people are like - but JK hung out with x person 10 times this year! - and it’s like, okay, and then he chose to spend the next 18 months, 547~ days with Jimin? 😭 You might really want to rethink that argument friend. JK had other options, other people he could have gone with, other programs he could have tried for, a later date he could have enlisted on, and yet he chose JM, and vice versa. They didn’t even have to enlist with anyone, they could have gone individually like everyone else in the group. No one was expecting them to enlist together. And this is also probably the furthest thing there is from company content or fanservice considering we’re not even going to be seeing them for the next 18 months and I doubt they’ll even talk about their time in the military. It’s just so silly. “JK and JM were never together this year!” buddy, they’re literally together RIGHT NOW 😭
#jikook#I don’t agree with the ‘they didn’t see each other all year’ thing btw#I just think it’s a really funny argument#considering the circumstances#like oh they’re going to be seeing a lot of each other#and pretty much no one else for the next 18 months pal#so where does that leave us#I'm already halfway through making another rant post 🤓#finally spent a day catching up on everything#sorry for possible future tag spam#maybe I’ll even post my JK promo dissertation for good measure#and sorry if this seems like i'm trivializing the military#that is definitely not my intent
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everyone who calls cullen rutherford meticulously neat and tidy has never seen that mans desk, office, or bedroom. there's rubble, trees, and papers all over and you want me to read this fanfic and think he has a proper place for everything.
#i'd say he cant hate messes because he is one but we all know he's the thedas world champ at self-loathing#cullen rutherford#commander cullen#and honestly when people leave the military they go a little wild. bright colored clothes. new haircuts. all the tiny freedoms you lacked.#so no. maybe in the templar order he had everything neat and tidy but he doesnt need to be that way now.#and honestly i like the idea of him using the mess in his room and office as an anchor. he's not a templar anymore. he's not bound by them.#vultures and dragons
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John dehumanizes Sam and Dean in different ways, but both in the way a solider would to keep a “level” head in a situation, which I think makes a lot of sense, as John was a marine.
Initially, he seems to view Sam as someone might view the “good side” in combat, something that needs to be defended even if it means laying down your life, but there’s no actual emotional connection, a soldier who loves this country doesn’t necessarily love the people. Later on after the demon blood incident it’s like a switch is flipped for John, and all the sudden he sees Sam almost as a traitor who needs to be taken out. It kind of makes me think of in zombie media when a character is turned and another one kills them without hesitation because it doesn’t matter if they used to be their loved one, they have to kill them for the greater good.
With Dean, he treats him kind of like a subordinate or fellow officer. He cares about him, but in the throes of what he sees as battle, if his comrade is taken out, he can’t always stop to save them, he would have to do what’s best for the greater good in the situation. He would feel sad if Dean died, but he would justify it by saying that, that’s the way war is, and that Dean was a martyr (as if Dean chose to be in John’s Sudo army). I think this is also why John is so aggressively hard on him because he doesn’t see him as his son, he sees him as a soldier who needs to be harped on.
This is also reflected in the canon because there are several times where a character will assume that Dean was in the military, and he will answer along the lines of that he did serve, but he’ll be vague. To be perfectly honest, Dean did essentially serve when it comes to the emotional toll, but he was never in an actual military position. 
“Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy.” -Joseph Conrad (Heart of Darkness, 1899.)
#i’ve been thinking a lot about heart of darkness lately#I think it’s pretty common for characters and media that are ex military to not be able to leave the war behind#and I think this is true for John’s character because he treats literally everything like he’s prepping for battle#I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for Dean as a young child#because imagine your six years old and your dad is frustrated at you because you’re not behaving like a grown man in the military#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#dean winchester meta#Sam Winchester meta#John Winchester meta#sam winchester#john winchester#There’s a very real possibility that none of this makes sense. It is the middle of the night and my brain is zooming
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN S/O
AN: I don't normally write smut, but things do get a little heated in this particular fic, so... enjoy the treat I guess, lol. Though, that being said, I can't say that adding smut is going to be something that I’ll do often, but on the off-chance that it does, I'll be sure to tag properly just to make sure that I don't catch anyone off guard. Thanks!
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You had just started on wiping the dust off of the kitchen countertops when you heard the shrill squeak of the front door opening, intentionally left unoiled to act as an alert for uninvited visitors. You and Ghost had installed a proper security system of course, but it didn’t hurt to do things the old fashioned way either.
The flat that the two of you stayed at while on leave was modest, rented mostly because there was a fire escape outside the living room window and another window had a good view of the entrance to the building.
So Ghost would often occupy himself by watching the door when he couldn’t manage to sleep, tormented by memories of things he wouldn’t speak of. But he didn’t keep pieces of his past from you out of distrust.
He refrained because, by the time he’d finished telling you about how he’d been betrayed by his CO and was tortured for months as a result, you were in tears at the pain and suffering that the love of your life had endured, despite your best attempts to be strong and keep the tears at bay as you listened.
Though, it seemed that Ghost didn’t really mind that you were crying instead of being the solid support that he deserved and could lean on while recounting something so horrible, the man simply pulling you into his arms and sitting down right there on the floor while holding you close.
He never brought it up again and you were hesitant to ask if he wanted to talk about it since you had reacted so poorly to just one of the many horrors that he had survived, especially for a soldier that was chosen to be on the most elite task forces that the British military had to offer.
In your defense, you had been on leave -in this very flat, actually- when that disaster of a conversation happened, miles away from work and allowed to be human for a few weeks. So you had made no attempt at suppressing the onslaught of emotions that had torn through you like a bullet, leaving a gaping mess of grief in its wake.
You were dragged out of your somber reminiscing when your ears picked up on the crinkle of weighted grocery bags as they were set onto the small kitchen table for two, followed by the nearly inaudible tap of Ghost’s worn black combat boots drawing closer to your turned back.
You hadn’t even realized that you’d stopped cleaning -just blankly staring down at the damp rag being strangled in your grip- until one of Ghost’s hands tentatively settled on your back, his warm touch grounding.
“Solid, love?” He asked, his pleasantly raspy voice having dropped to a low timbre that was gentle and reassuring all at once.
“Yeah, sorry. Got lost in my head for a minute.” You sighed, leaning into the contact with a slow inhale, your attempt at controlled breathing rendered useless when your exhale turned into a soft huff of laughter as soon as you felt Ghost press his scarred lips to the back of your neck in a fleeting kiss that made your chest ache with affection.
You found yourself awfully tempted to turn around and kiss that reverent mouth until neither of you could think of anything beyond finding the bed but, before you got the chance to act on that particular desire, the hand that was on your back suddenly slid down to your hip and pulled you backward as he simultaneously stepped forward in order to crowd up behind you, his body a solid wall of muscle.
"You're a menace, Simon. I never get anything done when we're on leave because you try to get into my pants every five minutes." You laughed good-naturedly, your hands reaching behind you to grip the back of his thighs, just under his deliciously round ass.
“Don’t know what you’re on about. I’m just comforting you, you’re the one copping a feel.” Ghost retorted dryly, though there was a noticeable heat to his tone now, his short stubble scratching against your skin as he nuzzled the back of your neck.
“You don’t seriously expect me to believe that, do you? I can feel your dick begging for attention, Simon.” You deadpanned, your brow raising as you leveled an unimpressed look at the cabinets directly in front of you, knowing full well that Simon would know exactly what expression was on your face despite not being able to see it.
Lord knew that he had gotten that exact same look from you enough times to have it memorized.
“Well don’t start neglecting it now.” Ghost grunted with a particularly dirty grind of his hips and you tightened the grip that you had around the back of his thigh, heat pooling in your gut as your lips parted on a silent gasp.
You could feel Ghost smile against the sensitive skin behind your ear -the smug bastard- and just for his cheeky attitude, you decided to be petty and play hard to get. You allowed Simon to do as he wished for another minute or two before turning in Simon’s grip in order to face the man, who had immediately loosened his hold the moment that you began to move.
“Get off me, you slag. I have to finish cleaning the kitchen before we can cook.” You stated as you met his questioning gaze, the man staring at you blankly for a moment as he processed your words, his eyes darkening when he finally caught onto your scheme.
“Slag? Must be rubbing off on you.” Ghost said with a low chuckle that never failed to send a bolt of pleasure down your spine and, going by the amused twinkle in Simon’s eye, he knew exactly what his voice did to you and was shamelessly using it to his advantage.
You resisted the urge to squirm under his calculating gaze, since that would mean losing this little game that the two of you were playing, as the man’s fingers teasingly brushed over the slip of skin visible where the hem of your shirt came untucked from your jeans.
“Not yet, you’re not.” You mused with a wicked grin as your hand darted down to catch his wrist before his fingers could slip up under your shirt. You traced the delicate blue lines crisscrossing under the thin, pale skin of his inner wrist with your thumb, your smile reaching shit-eating levels when Simon’s breathing visibly became more labored, his pupils blown wide as he stared at you like you were the sole object of his desire.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Ghost murmured breathlessly, the fingers of his free hand twitching like he wanted to grab you and pin you up against the nearest flat surface, and you didn’t bother repressing the smug grin that spread across your lips as you watched every individual thought that went through his head, every sinful things that he wanted to do to you clearly advertised on his maskless face.
Simon really wasn’t as hard to read as he wanted people to believe, he was actually quite easy once the mask was off. So while Simon greatly enjoyed when you were rough with him, easily following your lead as you manhandled the man where you wanted him with a firm grip, more tender and reverent contact always had more of an effect on him.
“You love it, you insatiable bastard.” You said with a laugh, Simon leaning forward in order to rest his forehead against yours and you didn’t hesitate to curl an encouraging hand around the back of his neck, letting him have a moment to collect himself since you felt pretty bad for teasing him when you weren’t able to follow through right away.
“Yeah.” Simon admitted quietly, his tone openly affectionate as he tilted his head in order to draw you into a kiss. Words were no longer necessary since the press of his lips told you everything you already knew, the heat that had been bubbling up between the two of you easing as the intense bout of lust that came from your mutual flirting transitioned into something softer, slower.
You were the first to break the kiss when the lack of oxygen made your lungs burn, though you didn’t go far, choosing to instead linger in his personal space. Your nose brushed against his as you basked in the euphoria that came with being with Simon, each of your breaths mingling with his in the small space between the two of you, creating a sort of peaceful bubble where only the two of you existed.
“Didn’t you have some pressing matter to attend to?” Simon’s voice pierced through the quiet and you startled, flinching a bit as you sobered from the trance you had been in, before the words registered and you leaned away in order to scowl at your grinning husband.
“Very funny, Simon.” You said with a fond roll of your eyes, giving his solid chest a friendly pat before finally prying yourself out of his grasp, turning on your heel and making your way back to the kitchen in order to finish what you’d been doing before you got distracted.
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Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home - Bebe Rexha, Machine Gun Kelly, and X Ambassadors
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mw2#cod mw 2022#reader insert#simon ghost riley#ghost#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#married y/n#reader is in the 141#childhood friends#friends to lovers#military leave#domestic fluff#banter#light smut
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the rituals are intricate......
#Manny Vargas#fnv#fallout new vegas#great khans#oc tag: sun#hes kinda there#what if you recently reconnected with your ex boyfriend after leaving the military and you put the only worthwhile habit you picked up#in the NCR to use to make his boots look a little more swanky? what then?
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all of gummy's art is very silly but this thing has surprisingly serious lore
#he's an escaped military bioweapon who developed Morals and decided 'no this is horrible and i want out'#and that leaves one with severe trauma#he cant stand the sound of fire or fuel burning#being a creature who's only weakness is heat he got fire as a punishment a LOT#🔲 // siffrin#gummy - oc#lev.png#no id
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Butcher/slasher ghost au thingy: Part 1
Part.2 Part.3
Ex-military(dishonorable discharge perhaps?) Butcher simon who's this massive 6'4 wall of scarred and tattooed muscle, meeting some 5 foot nothing wimp who looks like a scare short of a heart attack.
Immediately decides yea, that one's mine. They can't figure out how to order meat for gods sake, how are they gonna survive? You look soft and kind - not good for how fucked this world is.
Cue menacing shadow at your back that you think might kill you, meanwhile he's trying to figure out what yall are eating for lunch today.
He just wants a friend!!! He's been trying to embrace the civilian life and let go of the strict structure of power hes grown used to but it's hard. Ppl don't listen so easy like they did when he was a lieutenant. :(
So now he's essentially intimidated his way into you sharing meals with him and he's just so pleased.
Just really gruff and demanding but he swears he's never been so soft, he's practically a teddy bear!!!
But uh oh turns out the guy you convinced yourself wasn't killing people actually was - but the meats still good!! Also not human so don't worry!! Simon gets to hunt down threats to safety as a reward for mainly good behavior.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#writing prompt#hes just gotten so used to guiding and even protecting those under him he doesnt know what to do with himself!!!#just an awkward guy who thought the only way hed leave the military is by a shot to the head#now hes gotta adjust to civy life and actually have a plan for the future like huh???#sees all these normal people making connections and being happy and thinking man maybe that might be nice#but the man cant just let monsters roam the streets!!! hes dedicated to cleaning this world up even if he cant do it so large scale anymore#simon riley au#ghost mw2#odd blurbs
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