Thinking about roommate Ghost!simon;
You knew what he did for a living it was hard not too when he would disappear into thin air then appear weeks or months later. You also knew that he wasn’t a physical touch kinda guy, he froze to a point you even felt his heart stop when you tried to hug him when he returned from a 3 month mission.
So you develop the “air hug” even if it was one sided. Whenever he returned home, whether you caught him returning or you walked in on him cooking in the kitchen one morning. You would simply raise your arms and open them in the air and say “welcome home si” always followed by a “I’m glad you’re home safe “ before dropping your arms after having a successful hum or a small chuckle from him.
But today …. Today was different.
You was lounging on the living room couch watching some tinpot reality show, too lazy to change the channel when the door opened, a tried and fragile Simon stood 5 feet away. You could tell this mission took it out of him, you never pry into details but you have learnt how to read his eyes.
You sigh softly as you stand up, blanket wrapped over your shoulders as you lift your arms open to do your air hug but … instead of the emptiness you was meet with Simon… his arms wrapped round your waist as he bent down to rest his head on your shoulder. Holding you… hugging you tight like you wasn’t real. Your froze before gently wrapping your arms and the blanket around him as you whisper a soft “welcome home love; I’m glad your home safe” which caused a soft sigh and a little squeeze as you stay embraced in eachother arms.
But what you don’t see is Simons soft smile as his eyes slightly water after finally breaking down his walls to come and hug you back… the person who he keeps fighting hard for… the only person he who makes him feel seen… the home inside his home.
when their foreplay is just *intense eye contact* and *killing people together*
been 3 weeks on this s.y 2023-2024 and i already hate it
Looking back it was obvious I was meant to have a thing for giant masked men like Ghost and Konig bc my first crushes were Tyler Mane as Michael Myers and Mick Thomson from slipknot lmao
The torment on soap's face continues with more squish
He's starting to accept it
please write your reader insert however you want to. unabashedly!! write fat reader. black reader. asexual. masculine. tall. trans. disabled. you’re allowed to see yourself reflected in these spaces!!! sometimes your fic won’t be for everyone—it will be for all the people who look, think, love and experience life the way you do and that’s ok! it’s wonderful, actually.
it is not your job to make sure the shoe comfortably fits every single person out there. your only job is to tag it, and if anyone tells you otherwise I’ll personally come out swinging lol
Soap is the type of boyfriend to wear the most silliest shirts you buy him for christmas
ghost who always have a grey, heavy, uninterested air about him but one day he comes to work, and he's got something behind his ribs clawing to be let loose. his teeth are clenched, his eyes sharp. his orders bite harder, his patience runs thinner, and the recruits feel it but don't understand it.
and it's all because you couldn't lie back and get eaten out like every other morning. it was routine. ingrained. automatic. ghost slips under the covers, dips his head between your thighs, and laps at your sex until you leave the mess he loves best— the slick, saturated spot he'd sniff while still wet. (can't blame me, luvie. it's sweet.)
you'd gotten up, thrown your clothes on in a hurry, and had been out the door, keys in hand, before he could get a word in.
unacceptable.
(kyle later catches him and asks him if he skipped breakfast or something. not by choice is what ghost tells him.)
google you gotta relax
Anthology Dad!John Price/female reader A stranger arrives in Price's life.
The girl The bar The residents
Can someone pls give me a lost of more cod angst or fluff IM SO SO SO SO TIRED OF SMUT ON MY FEED