He wasn't in that tunnel

I'm Kane. I'm 20 and I write silly stuff 🔪 They/Them/Threat 🔪 Non native English speaker 🔞 MDNI

[yourneighborhoodloverboy]

outfits as of late ✨

[hellounicetomeetyou]

You giggled, cheeks flushed, eyes dizzy, and trying to stay up while grabbing a bottle of expensive wine, leaning against Simon's chest.

"y'know, uhm, you're cute as hell, let's get married"

You slurred, Simon chuckled, putting a gentle hand on your waist and keeping you close to him in the middle of the lively bar.

"We're married sweetheart"

The way your eyes widened when he showed you the stunning wedding ring that was on your wedding finger, plus the one he shared with you was seared into his brain.

And the high pitched, loud as hell overjoyed squeal you let out after that.

He swore his ears still buzzed.

The squeal you let out was the reason why you two were banned from that bar and it was a story 5 years later your little blonde daughter and with his eyes and your smile would always giggle about when Simon told her on the nights he called "Bed stories with dada".

With you leaning on the door, scoffing playfully, crossing your arms and saying you didn't remember that night clearly.

Maybe you didn't.

But Simon did, how would he forget the night he knew he wanted to stay the rest of his life next to you?

[marquisdefag]

[guttedcut]

people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought

[latelierderiot]

I like them a normal amount ♥

without mask under the cut! 🫶

[creativepromptsforwriting]

How to create an atmosphere

How to create an atmosphere: Coffee Shop

How to create an atmosphere: Library

How to create an atmosphere: Supermarket

How to create an atmosphere: Train Station

How to create an atmosphere: Club

How to create an atmosphere: Forest

How to create an atmosphere: Beach

How to create an atmosphere: Haunted House

How to create an atmosphere: Christmas Market

How to create an atmosphere: Airport

How to create an atmosphere: Lecture Hall

[creativepromptsforwriting]

What kind of place would you like to see next?

[unspeakablearchives]

I'm just too tired to post anything about freedom of speech right now

So here's some photos of my beloved kitty cat Arlo instead! Enjoy 🥰

[nthewriter]

You and Simon are married, mostly by convenience.

His team, except Captain Price, was shocked to learn that Ghost was married. He casually mentioned it once, on a ride back to England. Something about how the missus was going to fuss over his fatigues being all ripped.

Shock sustained in the helicopter. No one talked for a few minutes. First, Ghost had a wife. The emotional constipated man had a wife. The silent shadow had a woman back home. Second, Ghost had a wife who knew his life. This was against the accord they all signed to not reveal anything about their military lives and what they were doing. So, why did Ghost went against those terms?

Because you had been part of a similar unit, long ago. Except, your own Task Force had been ambushed. You and Ghost were the only survivors, taken away, tortured. They slashed your face, burnt it with acids. Ghost? They locked him ten feet under the ground with the corpses of his own friends.

When you both got away from this hell, and you were honourably discharged, Ghost had come to see you. Made you his proposal. You accepted.

Was it love? No. It was companionship. It was Ghost seeing your face, your trauma and couldn’t comprehend how you would survive alone. And he couldn’t survive without you. Two same sides of the same coin. You needed each other to live, to be alive, to feel alive hell.

So, you took care of the small cottage home you both purchased. You knew how to make his tea. He knew how to cook your favourite meal. You mended his fatigues while chastising him by reminding how the government funding was declining. He left notes around the house to make sure you drink water and take your medication. You begrudgingly agreed to take in the military dog that failed his exam. He begrudgingly have to leave you all the space in the bed.

Not a marriage of love. But one of understanding.

[ilylovelyz]

love this

[gelik1x]

happy late valentine'sday

[unspeakablearchives]

"Even repulsive fiction must be protected, because the alternative - letting the government dictate which words may be written - is far more dangerous than any story could ever be."

[adorablegores]

Can anyone help me find the Simon Riley (Ghost) x reader fic where his wife is a murderer and he helps her clean up the bodies

[centipede-soda]

[stubbornness-and-spite]

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[on-a-lucky-tide]

I am losing my fucking mind over this scene. The look on Price's face. The soft hum, the smile, the eyes, the "good to see you again, Simon". Not Ghost. Simon.

I had this in mind during the boxing fic. He wasn't joking. Lieutenant Simon Riley is his favourite. The history these two have. It's a fic writer's wet dream.

Also, the symbolism of Ghost taking off his mask? The trust, but also, he's part of the team. He's starting off where they are, as Simon, and they'll put the skull mask on together. As one. They're all Ghost now. The Ghost identity will protect them as it has protected him since he lost everything.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Get you a man that looks at you like Captain Jonathan Price looks at an unmasked Lieutenant Simon Riley.

[rawme-price]

Price, after finding out that his beloved 'heir' will be a girl, goes full absent father mode. Packs up his bags and takes back-to-back missions so he doesn't have to look at the thing.

Fortunately, gaz is more than available to take price's place after sustaining a fractured femur.

He helps out with your little girl with ease. He's there for every one of her little milestones. From tiny grasping hands, to tummy time, to babbling sounds. Kyle is there when she says her first words.

Now imagine prices reaction when he gets home to his baby, who wails and struggles when he tries to hold her because he is a stranger to her. Imagine how red with anger he gets when she spots kyle across the room and reaches out tiny hands with a wailed "dada!!! Da–da!!"

[tiredkatzz]

I finally finished this.

Alt version with the hat under the cut

This looks so silly.

I still don't really have a set time for when she got those two scars on her cheek so if you ever see younger Pebble with them... no, you didn't. She just had her hair dyed differently, the time line totally makes sense ✋️🤚

[total-killer-brainrot]

Found this, felt like you would appreciate it :)

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oh my what a treat. why did i leave this for so long.

Johnny was in heaven. Absolute bliss. Every way he moved he was met with pleasure. If he focused on filling your cunt, every time he pulled back Ghost's cock would stretch him out so wonderfully. And if he got distracted grinding the tip of his Lieutenant's cock into his prostate you would clench your slick walls around him in just the perfect way.

He was very quickly becoming a mess. Tears clinging to his lashes as the overwhelming sensations took over his body. Back and forth. Too much pleasure in every direction. His words had long since devolved into mindless babbling. Occasionally begging for you to stop. Pleading for a break. But neither of you were moving. It was all him.

"Please... fockin'ell... fuck..."

You pet his hair when he buried his face into your chest. Grinning at Ghost over his shoulder.

"Messy slut isn' he?" Ghost hummed. Large hands massaging his hips as Johnny fucked himself into a frenzy. "Bloody loves the attention."

You nodded back to him. Feeling a shudder wrack through Johnny's body. He'd been cumming for about a minute and a half now. With no signs of slowing. Every time he stilled for a moment, Ghost would rock his hips ever so slightly. Sending him spiraling again. Grinding into your cunt with his softening cock. Fucking his cum back into you.