ghost’s reaction when you tease him for being intimidating
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simon riley
it starts harmless.
a comment tossed out with a smile. a quiet laugh under your breath when someone gives him a wide berth. maybe you bump his arm and murmur, “you know you scare people, right?” like it’s an inside joke.
simon freezes.
not stiff — just still. the kind of stillness that makes you wonder if you crossed a line. his head tilts slightly, mask angled toward you, unreadable. for half a second, he says nothing. you can almost hear the gears turning behind his eyes, assessing whether you’re mocking him… or just being you.
“Intimidatin’, yeah?” he repeats finally, voice low, rough around the edges. not offended. not amused. just processing the word like it doesn’t belong to him.
you tease him again. lighter this time. softer. tell him how people straighten when he walks in, how rooms quiet, how even you sometimes forget how big he is until he looms without trying.
that’s when he exhales.
a slow breath through his nose. his shoulders drop a fraction — barely noticeable unless you know him well. his body turns toward you more fully, blocking out the rest of the world by habit.
“not on purpose,” he mutters.
that’s the thing about simon — he never wears intimidation like a badge. it’s not something he enjoys or cultivates. it’s just… what’s left of him after years of surviving. posture learned in warzones. silence learned in loss. eyes that have seen too much to soften easily.
you grin and poke his chest anyway. “you do it without trying.”
his hand comes up immediately — not rough, not sharp — catching your wrist mid-motion. instinctive. controlled. he looks down at where he’s holding you like he’s suddenly aware of his own strength.
he lets go at once.
“sorry,” he says, quicker than you expect.
you laugh, tell him it’s fine, tease him again — say something about how terrifying he must look to strangers.
that’s when his gaze sharpens.
not angry. not cold. focused.
“to strangers,” he says quietly, leaning in just enough that only you hear, “that’s the point.”
his voice drops lower, softer after that.
“wasn’t meant for you.”
there’s something vulnerable in the way he says it — like he’s drawing a line between the man the world sees and the one he allows you to know. like he’s afraid you might only see the mask if you keep joking about it.
if you tell him you’re not scared — that you never have been — he doesn’t respond right away. his eyes search your face, looking for any sign of doubt. any crack. any lie.
then he nods once.
“good,” he murmurs.
later, when it’s just the two of you, you tease him again — gentler now. say you kind of like it. the way he makes you feel safe just by standing near you.
that’s when he finally reacts.
he huffs out a quiet sound that might almost be a laugh. almost. his hand comes to your hip, heavy and warm, grounding both of you.
“reckon that’s the first decent thing anyone’s said about it,” he admits.
you joke that he’s a big scary guard dog.
he scoffs softly.
“more like a fence,” he corrects. “keeps people out.”
then, after a pause:
“keeps you in.”
it’s not possessive. not threatening. it’s instinct. protection wired too deep to untangle.
if you push it — grin and say “oh? am i trapped?” — he leans down until his forehead brushes yours. the mask nearly touching your nose. his voice drops to that quiet, dangerous calm that makes your stomach flip.
“only if you wanna be.”
but when you laugh, when you touch his arm without fear, when you look at him like he’s more than the shadow he casts?
that’s when simon relaxes fully.
because you teasing him for being intimidating doesn’t make him feel mocked.
it makes him feel seen.
and the fact that you’re not afraid — that you joke, poke, smile, stay close — means more to him than he’ll ever say out loud.
Hybrid AU TF141 - a request from a poll I did a while back ❤️
- if hybrids are allowed in the military, I’d assume they were picked because of their superior combat ability. These are not animals, these are soldiers, chosen for their heightened senses and special abilities that give them an edge over normal humans.
- and I bet they’d be so surprised when a normal human joins their taskforce. What was this all about? Surely this human couldn’t have skills equal to theirs?
- after a long time of avoiding this new recruit and her strange smell, slightly friendlier and more curious avian Kyle decides to engage.
- you’re actually quite nice, at least at the surface, and strangely not bothered by the hybrids too much. There’s a couple of scars on your form that makes Kyle wonder but he knows better than to ask.
- the big werewolf, Soap, is next. He sniffs you, actually sniffs you - big, bristly snout nuzzling into your armpit exactly like a real dog. You think it’s pretty adorable till he shifts back, when you realise there’s suddenly a bulky Scotsman with his arm around you - and a wolfish grin on his face.
- then there’s Price, an aging sheepdog, with a beard akin to his animal counterpart. His dark, beady eyes are kind, but seem to hold a lot of knowledge, and unnerve you every time they fall on your form.
- finally, Ghost. He’s a kind of shapeshifter, for use of a more mundane term, because of his parentage. There’s wolfish ears atop his thatched blonde head but shadows leak from his imposing form like dry ice.
- he almost doesn’t say a word when he approaches, simply observing, as you rock on the balls of your feet awkwardly.
- ‘Um - hi. I’m - ’ ‘Y/N.’ he says, with an unreadable look. ‘I’m Ghost.’
- ‘Well, it’s an honour,’ you tried, attempting reverence, but you didn’t see any change in his demeanour.
‘Mhm.’
His eyes were so powerful, you swore they were boring holes in you, trying to suck your soul out through your mouth.
‘I mean - being able to work with this team. It really is.’
The man didn’t even move, until you made some lame excuse and all but ran off down the corridor back to your quarters, where you stayed for the next hour, a little thrown off by the huge skull-masked man.
You only opened the door when you heard scratching - a small noise, like a tiny animal was begging to be let in.
Because Ghost, despite his stony exterior, had taken to you straight away. You were a kind of light to him - friendly, kind, and a little bit oblivious… even so, he couldn’t resist trying to get a peek inside your quarters - after all, being a shapeshifter had it’s uses.
When the door cracked open, there was a slim tortoiseshell cat, with beautiful dark eyes. You gazed at it in wonder - how did a cat get into the barracks?
It mewled softly, and you scooped it up, grunting slightly at its unusual weight.
‘C’mon baby. I’ll see if I have any food for you.’
Having to gulp down warm milk was all worth it in the end for Ghost, after all, it wasn’t such a torture if it meant he got to spend the night in your bed.
SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY — lovesss doggy style! loves having you on all fours, preferably your head shoved into a pillow while he pounds into you so fast and hard you start to see stars! loves seeing the fat of your ass bounce with each thrust and he adores when your back arches due to him grabbing onto the strands of your hair - forcing you back while you mewl and whine out!!
JOHNNY 'SOAP' MCTAVISH — missionary, call him a basic bitch or whatever but you don't see how your tits jiggle with each thrust, how if he leans back he can see your full fucked out expression, the slight bulge in your tummy and your swollen nipples. red from how harsh he was sucking them earlier that day. call him vanilla but he doesn't care when you look so fucking perfect.
KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK — cowgirl by far, or once in a while reverse cowgirl, he loves seeing your tits jump as you do too, or if its reverse he loves seeing your arse bounce while you hop on his thick cock. his favourite part is seeing you struggle to continue, your legs weak but you need to finish so its the only option! your thighs shake and your body growing limp when your done is like a reward to him.
JOHN PRICE — loves mating press, holding your shaking legs up so high your legs are next to your ears! your pussy spread wide open for him, your puckered hole on show and your smushed up stomach is all too much for him! your body makes him go crazy, he loves it when he holds onto your plush arse and your legs dangle in the air in front of him. your tired face moaning, screaming out as he uses the position to his advantage - shoving his fat cock soooo deep inside of you!!
PHILLIP GRAVES — as much as he loves every position, his favourite one is 69. he loves your sloppy tongue on his cock, giving his long stripes up and down his length as he kitty licks your sensitive cunt. spanking your arse when you squirm too much. he can feel you gag on his dick as he shoves his tongue into your hole, you choking on his dick due to the pure surprise!!
loser!könig purposely booked a room with only one bed, but he’ll spin a story about how the hotel messed up, even going so far as to feign frustration and air threats of complaint until you soothe him. Don’t worry, not that big of a deal, we’ll just share a bed. It’ll be fun, a sleepover.
loser!könig can’t stop staring at you as you both unwind in your hotel room, lying on your front and half-heartedly watching a cooking show, the white noise of the air-conditioner roaring in the background. Your teasing legs are bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles, swaying absentmindedly in the air. He’s drooling over your ass, practically hanging out of your thin lounge shorts.
loser!könig can hardly contain his excitement when you both finally retire for the night, crawling under the comforters. He’s annoyed you spend so much time playing with your phone before bed, because he’s just itching to have you asleep and all to himself.
loser!könig forces himself to wait until you’re in a deep sleep, a slight snore and the occasional twitch of a dream. He’ll gently peel back the brilliant white covers, his cock already straining against his sweatpants in pure excitement. His eyes devour every new inch of skin revealed to him, lingering on the rise and fall of your chest, braless in a loose tank top. He can see your nipples through the thin fabric, it’s not hard for him to imagine what your breasts look like underneath.
loser!könig bites his lip as he pinches the front of your tank top, carefully bunching it up to expose your torso. He freezes when you shiver, one of your arms moving to rest over your stomach, starting up again when you still.
loser!könig’s aching cock is leaking at the sight of your soft, perfect breasts on display for him, the cool air bringing your nipples to attention. He has to stifle both a whine and his urge to touch you, palming the front of his pants for relief and not so much as blinking while he ravages you with hungry eyes.
loser!könig can’t restrain himself, freeing himself from his sweatpants and pumping his cock to the sight of your tits, a show that’s just for him. His teeth are digging into his bottom lip hard enough he nearly draws blood, holding back his grunts and moans with a strain.
loser!könig lasts less than a minute, forcing his choked moans to leave him as only breath. Every muscle is tight and tensed as he splatters your chest with his finish, working out every last drop, trembling and heaving overtop of you.
loser!könig snaps a picture of your cum-soaked tits before he carefully pulls your shirt flush to the arm slung over your waist, tucking you under the comforter once again.
loser!könig gets no sleep that night, staring mesmerized at the photo of his finish claiming ownership of your chest until morning.
Saw a comment on instagram about parents-in-law that was like "do I want to be a good son-in-law or fight my girl's biggest enemy" and to me that's 100% Gaz
If he wants to, he can certainly be the perfect son-in-law, the one your mother will proudly tell everyone about.
He's polite, kind, smart, and handsome. He always does the dishes after dinner at your parents', brings thoughtful presents for the holidays, helps your father fix things around the house, and even accompanies your mother to the store.
However, he’s also your fiercest defender. If you don’t have a good relationship with your parents, he won’t hesitate to make sure they understand where they’ve gone wrong. They should fear him—after all, he was the leader of the debate team in high school.
If your mother makes a remark about your weight, he'll shut her down with a sharp, witty response. If your father becomes too aggressive during a conversation with you, he'll gently tell you to gather your things while he steps in to have a talk with him.
And if one day you feel confident and safe enough to stand up for yourself and confront your parents, he'll be right there behind you—arms crossed, nodding firmly in agreement with everything you say.
Johnny buys a pool for the garden claiming it's for your pet dogs.
You looked at him with a slightly scrunched up face when he explained it to you in the store, arms crossed as he rattled on - it's just so warm, lassie, he'd told you, the dogs need somethin' to cool 'em off, you want them to melt, is that it?
The accusation had your arms suspended in the air as you took a step back and motioned towards the trolly, 'it's all yours, Johnny.'
So, as you make up some fresh lemonade, peering out the window at the man, he stood red in the face, exuding all the air from his lungs as he attempted to blow up the paddling pool. You hear him gasp before essentially blowing raspberries, and swear you even see the vein popping out the side of his forehead. You do nothing, however, opting to focus on your lemonade.
When the pool is finally inflated, it takes up an embarrassingly small amount of the garden. You'd made a passing comment of how you'd only need one bucket of water to fill it up and your beloved husband, oh, he is red in the face.
He excuses it as the sun - the heat, the excuse he continues to rattle as he circles the pool, hands resting against his hips grumbling to himself. It's like he's urging it to grow; he'd watered it like a plant so, by his knowledge, it very well should have tripled in size.
His behaviour becomes clear when you hear the honking of a horn and the chatter of voice as the gate to your garden opens and his comrades walk in, carrying with them a cooler and deck chairs, all to stop when they see the pool which, in your very humble opinion, looks more like a puddle than anything else.
You look between the men before bursting out into a fit of laughter and, through your giggles, your hear Simon's say, 'are you fuckin' kiddin' me, Johnny? You said you had a pool!'
Your husband holds his hands out either side of himself, turning his attention to you as he stiffly announces, 'Surprise?'
how they would kiss you for the first time? or would you have to make the move? how would their reaction be?🥺
kissing headcannons 💋 (141 + könig)
; you kiss them for the first time
könig 👑
fuck, my mind goes crazy for nerd/loser!könig specifically in this situation. it's during a movie. you're his first date, his first girlfriend. his breathing is quick, laborious, and heavy when he gazes at you, cupping your jaw suddenly to press his lips against yours. he's a horrible kisser, honestly. but you're so in love that you don't care, not focusing on the movie but instead making out with him.
soap mactavish 🧼
soap is bold, he's cocky and confident with what he's doing. it's while he's drunk, his eyelids heavy with drunkenness, the smell and taste of alcohol against your lips. he's a great kisser actually, making out with you, sloppy and messy.
captain price 🥃
price is also pretty confident, although he hesitates beforehand. you're his soldier, a sergeant, he trusts you with his life, and finally makes the move when you're shot. it's almost fatal, your eyes closed and your body coated in blood. you're awoken in the medical room after being treated for your injuries, his large hand intertwined with yours, looking over at you with concern.
simon riley 👻
simon is nervous, although he doesn't look like it. it's while you're on the field together. it's unprofessional and he definitely shouldn't have, but he leans in, finally kissing you randomly before continuing. you can't focus, dizzy with heart eyes the entire time, a smirk visible on his face.
gaz garrick 🧢
gaz would kiss you before a deployment. he's been going out with you for a little bit, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't head over heels for you. he presses his lips against yours, handing you a bouquet of flowers before leaving. he's all you can think about, and you dream of having him in your arms again, kissing his face all over for teasing you like that.
