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@downhorrific
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Best Lead Performer, Drama Series is....Hudson Williams!
Why do Leo and Jacksepticeye both pose the same way when searching for hidden passages?
He’s my favourite turtle that’s why!
happy iron lung day to all who celebrate
I feel like early in their friendship Rocky would be curious about Grace’s glasses (ft. Grace’s inability to wear them correctly)
Medic!reader who clearly favours soap during battle, and it pisses everyone else off.
"Seriously, soap, you have your own personal medic." Gaz rants between bites of crisps that certainly aren't his, not that ghost stops the sergeant from stealing from his plate "it's unfair. How the hell did you convince 'em that you're worth that much work?"
"Ach, yer being dramatic, gaz." Soap grins, leaning back in his seat "you all get help, no harm done."
"Hrmph. Took me twenty minutes to get an assist." Ghost grunts, opens his mouth expectantly for a crisp from gaz. "Seems like bloody favoritism, johnny. How'd you do it?"
"....you want to know my secret?" Soap prompts, an absolutely gleeful look on his face.
A pointed look from both of them.
"I moan and whine when I get patched up." Soap preens at his statement, oblivious to the widening eyes of his teammates "fucker seems to love it, pretty sure it's some freaky sexual thing."
"And...you're...okay with that?" Gaz asks, only mildly shocked.
"I once whimpered at a thorn in my pinky and honest to god got a little star-pattern bandage for it not a minute later." Soap points out.
"...what kind of sounds work best?" Ghost is already leaning in, taking out his notepad.
Reader who loves to yap and ghost who loves to listen...
You recently got your hands on a field guide of animals in your area, one you've been waiting months to arrive, and couldn't stop yourself from barging into ghosts room to show it off.
"It's perfectly set up for quick identification, too–" you ramble, showing ghost the pages while he pulls you into hid lap with a grunt. He's never been one to chat idly if it's not for a joke, but ghost loves hearing you speak.
"See, you look at the silhouettes and follow the page number and— oh!" The hand slipping under your waistband makes you freeze, warmth pooling low and face heating all at once.
Ghost gives your sides a squeeze, chin hooked over your shoulder "ahm' listening, keep going. What after the page number?"
...you keep talking, stuttering over your words when ghost really starts working at you. He grumbles something about you being too damn hot for him not to touch, but always directs you to keep talking about your book.
Ghost loves listening to you, but his favorite sound is the delighted little hum you make after and orgasm, right before going back to your talking.
Ghost genuinely doesn't understand why you would want to lose weight.
He tells you as much when you comment about starting a diet, brow furrowed under the mask "yer a civilian, love. No reason to torture yerself."
You try to explain that it's for your looks, that you noticed how your upper arms sag and your gut is always sticking out over jeans when you sit. To which ghost grunts "...jerk off to the thought o' you and yer body everyday. If it helps."
Which...he does, actually. Ghost isn't dressing up his words to make you feel nice, he simply can't get enough of your plush body. Practically begs you for photos all the time, not just nudes but silly ones of your outfits or selfies on a day out. He's so horribly in love he jerks off to the half–asleep barely illuminated selfies you take when you wake up in the middle of the night.
Had you better stamina, you're sure your boyfriend would keep you bent over near constantly if the mess between your thighs from his midnight desire is anything to go by.
Any thoughts of cutting calories or opting for a salad are always dashed when ghosts groggy "mornin' lovie...." is accompanied by two large hands kneading the fat of your chest and sides.
Ghost loves his fat partner, and he makes sure you know it.
He...also might need to he held back from pulling a knife when someone makes a snide comment.
Hiii, I have a question. So I've reblogged quite a few of your posts and I was just wondering if you find this rude or annoying? I saw a post complaining about this particular behaviour of going to someone's profile and liking and reblogging nigh everything there and was wondering if it's true for you?
People who mass reblog, like, or comment on my stuff can kidnap me and keep me chained in their basement.
take my blood, take my soul and take my heart
"-ll I'm saying is two boys shouldn't be that close, Karen."
Mike stopped in his tracks in the hallway.
"What are you talking about, Ted, they're best friends." Karen Wheeler's voice echoed across the living room. "I'm sure you've had friends."
"Yes, but!" Ted's gruff voice sounded frustrated at his wife's nonchalance. "I've seen how that Byers boy looks at our Mike and it's not normal."
What?
Mike shuffles across to hide himself better in the shadows. He knows he shouldn't be eavesdropping but he couldn't help it. Not if it was something about Will. He had come downstairs to get some water. But that's was so not the priority anymore.
He could see his mom roll her eyes.
"Ted," his mom chided. "They're thirteen."
"Exactly. That's old enough for- for- you know." Now that Mike could see better from this angle, his dad was sprawled across the sofa as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"No I don't. Please explain." His mom crossed her legs as she sat down as well.
"Oh, don't play dumb." Dad gestured widely with his hands. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Mike wished he would stop dancing around the topic because he was absolutely dying of curiosity now. He adjusted his blanket that he wore like a cape more tightly around himself.
At Karen's continued silence, Ted finally sighed.
"You know that they've always been close but ever since the disappearance of that boy and everything that went down- well, you gotta admit it has crossed lines. Mike acts like- they're always together. Mike won't leave him alone for a second. And you know what they say about the boy. We don't want our Mike to get something from him, do we now?"
Mike didn't understand. They were too close? How can him and Will even be "too close"? There is no such thing, in Mike's opinion.
"Ted-" Karen started.
"No." Ted interrupted. "Don't try and tell me it's not true. I know what I see. I've seen a lot like him in my day. Getting mixed up with that crowd is nothing but trouble. And if you don't do something about it, I will."
"Okay." Karen conceded. "I'll try. Just don't do anything rash. I'll handle this."
"You better."
Thier conversation had now moved to a grocery sale in a newly opened shop, which Mike couldn't be less interested in. He tiptoed his way upstairs and let himself fall backwards onto his bed.
What did Dad mean they were too close? How did Will looked at Mike? Will they try to seperate them? Should Mike pull away in front of them?
His head hurt from all the questions.
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Night before the first kiss
if will and mike ever went to war these are the photos they would keep in the breast pocket of their uniforms btw
No thoughts just ghost with a hyposensitive!reader...
It's embarrassing, something you avoided talking with Simon about even though you know you should. How you just...don't feel as much down there as you should. Fingers hardly do anything for you, and even vibrators need a bit of a rough hand to really get you off.
Most men you've been with didn't exactly...take well to the news.
Which is why ghost's reaction shocked you so much. When you told him it'd likely take hours to get you off if he decided to use his mouth like he wanted, you expect him to scoff or get defensive.
You don't expect the growled "fuckin' perfect, love." Before he hauled you to the bedroom.
Which is how you learn that ghost can genuinely spend hours with his face shoved between your thighs, lapping and sucking at you more for his own enjoyment than anything. The first time he spent so long sucking on your clit, fingers rubbing inside you, that by the time you finally rolled into your first orgasm his fingers had pruned.
Now it's like a routine to destress.
Ghost pops in his earbuds, picks a nice Playlist, and gets to work, meanwhile you spend a few hours reading the new romance book gaz recommended. He spends hours eating you, savoring you. Sometimes you don't cum, just enjoy the sensations, but it's always good. Ghost doesn't make you feel ashamed or bad because you don't act how others think you should.
....the fact he almost always walks away with three loads in his boxers from humping the cushions is an added plus.
Imagine being the new secretary of the 141, and you just...can't take your eyes off ghost.
He's taller than most on base, easily bigger too, with thick muscles padded under layers of fat. You spend far too long staring at the way his rappelling harness squeezes his thighs when he kneels.
The only problem? He's married.
Married to sergeant mactavish, who is technically also your boss. Unlike ghost, who doesn't seem concerned with anyone other than his team, there's no way soap hasn't noticed how flustered you get when you talk to ghost.
It's humiliating, crushing on a married man, or rather daydreaming about the outline you can see pressed into the inner thigh of his pants. How he easily manhandles you out of the way from getting trampled in the halls. Those calloused hands burning against your skin.
It was only a matter of time before soap came knocking on your office door, a knowing look in his eye.
"Look, sir, I'm really sorry–" you try to get out before he can really tear you apart, no point playing dumb "I swear, I have no intentions of getting between your marriage–"
Soaps bark of laughter cuts you off, makes you blush warmly. He smiles good-naturedly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him "what, ye thought this was a warning? Kid, you don't threaten me an' ghost one bit."
Before you can apologize, soap continues "I'm here with an offer. You're ghosts type, and I'm sure you can handle his...rougher treatment."
"What..." it takes a moment for your brain to connect the dots, mind lagging because...certainly not. You scan soaps face for any hint of joke "you're...you're asking me to–? With you and him–?"
"Uh. No." Soap wrinkles his nose a bit, but smoothes it over with a grin "I don't partake, kid. Not my thing. But ghost likes a bit o' fun now an' then. You." Eyes trail along your body, not hungry but appraising "you look plenty fun for him."
"Oh my god." You mumble, face burning and sinking into your seat. Soap selecting you like a cut of meat for his husband to enjoy should not be as hot as it is.
"That a yes? Fine either way, figured you'd like the offer." Soap asks, calm and assured in his role. He smiles a bit, if only to tease you "if you do really well we might keep ye around as a dog. Make my life easier, hm?"
Oh you are definitely jerking off the second soap leave, nodding frantically "yeah. Yes. Yes, please. Anything."
The small chuckle soap lets out as he leaves only adds to your horrible mix of embarrassment and arousal. Fuck.
Nothing could have prepared you for that. Soap texting you an address with instructions not five minutes later gives you plenty to look foreward to.
based on this post.. thank u for the vision @romanticwheeler
version without my sauce(10 million filters) under the cut uh huh!
got discord mod mike on the brain again. hi. with some confident will fries. lawless byler coming ur way. currently thinking about:
mike (whos lowkey an ass) thinking its funny to send his online bff will the amazon maid dress with the cat ears. he doesnt tell will what it is and is like look !! i sent you something !! making will think its all sweet. will opens the package on vc with the whole party and his face drops when he holds up the made dress to the webcam and the whole party fucking busts out laughing and will is so embarrassed and mike is laughing like a hyena and will wants to throttle him because fuck you just because im gay doesnt mean this is okay and wills face is beat red and he just has to laugh and pretend its funny and hahaha. fuck you mike.
cut to later, everyones gotten off vc and its well past midnight when mike gets a dm from will like the maid dress is so stupid lol because of course will cant stop thinking about it and mike is like im so funny. best $30 of my life and before will can even respond he sends again u should wear it next time we hop on call with the guys and will is like i dont know if this thing would even fit me. hold on And mike has to remind himself to unclench his death grip on his phone because ? What does that hold on mean ? Is will actually going to put it on? and then he gets antoher ping on his phone. an image from will. hes never opened a message so fast. his screen is filled with a mirror selfie of will, cropped right at his chin, dressed in the stupid fucking maid dress. hes just standing there, clearly will thinks he looks ridiculous, hence his awkward pose, but mike's dick certainly doesn't think so ! because holy shit. wills exposed thighs. wills thighs framed by a skirt. wills tiny waist is exaggerated by the skirt. wills not wearing pants. all mike would have to do is lift up the skirtand OOOOkaayy Mike wheeler time to reel it in. hahaha dude no way is all he responds to will because wahat. no way,. Why does he feel This Way about Will in a Stupid Fucking Maid Dress. he cant help himself. in typucal mike wheeler fashion, a ramble ensues. dude thats crazy. lol no way it fits. it kinda looks good tho. like it looks like it fits. like it looks like it fits good on you because it looks good on you. ofc this dumbass spams the fuck out of will because hes an idiot. and because will isnt stupid and can tell mike is having some sort of internal Moment. he choses to be devious and sends another picture, captioned with did you even realize the dress came with these too? lololol. the pictured attached is another mirror selfie, its zoomed in on his hips. will's angled to the side, hip popped out toward the camera as his hand drags the hem of the skirt up his torso. under the skirt, are pretty white lacey panties. hes not showing anythign crazy, just the side band of the panties. but holt fuck. Mike has never changed his discord status to dnd so quick in his life. Dude went to boner city within THREE SECODNS
ok thats all i got . should i write mroe on this.. pondering..