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— Si? …
— Don’ move.
I love to picture him like a touch needy cute big ass puppy .+
clingy!simon got me thinking about insecure!simon
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Simon can’t see. Well he can but barely. It’s a miracle he can hit a target or even make it into the military in the first place.
He usually wore contacts first time you see his glasses sitting on his desk, you put them on and immediately get a headache. “Christ Simon, what is wrong with you?” You groan as you set them back down, rubbing at your temples.
Simon turns to look and his face immediately drops when he sees you put the glasses down. “You…y’think something’s wrong with me?” He asks quietly, clearing his throat quickly. “They’re my glasses, that’s all.” He huffs and tries to play it off but his tone made you stop, eyes meeting his. His body language made the 6’3 man look so tiny, so hurt. He looks down at the glasses then back at you before grabbing them off the desk and carelessly shoving them into a drawer.
“I ain’t got nothin’ wrong with me.”
“Si, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Doesn’t matter. Get out, I got shit t’do.” And with that he pushes you out of his room before slamming the door in your face. You stand there feeling a mix of guilt and mild annoyance. Meanwhile Simon was standing on the other side trying to fight back tears. He hated his glasses. Always had, growing up being teased for them wasn’t easy and now the only person whose approval he actually craved was asking if something was wrong with him? He was overthinking the whole thing, of course, but he was too paranoid to realize it. He assumed you really thought something was wrong and now you saw him the same way everyone else did. Flawed.
You try to talk to him over the next few days but he just stays silent, visibly deflating a little whenever you walked into the room. It was getting to a point where you were open getting on your knees and begging for forgiveness for whatever you did wrong. So you show up at his door and bang on it a few times.
You’re about to knock another time when he opens it, stiffening up as he looks down at you through the lenses. “What are y’doing here?” He asks gruffly, scrunching his nose to push them back up as they slid down his nose. Cute.
“I came to apologize. I didn’t mean to upset you and I’m sorry. I don’t think anything’s wrong with you, just wasn’t expecting the prescription to be so strong.”
“Yeah,” he shifts his weight awkwardly and for a moment you see him as a timid child just wanting to get out of this situation. “Come in.” He shuts the door behind you, adjusting his glasses again before telling you everything. The bullying, the jokes from his own family, how he finally felt safe with you but then what you said brought everything back.
“M’not mad at ya.” He shakes his head, forehead creasing as his brows knit together. “Was just hurt I guess.”
You nod and remain quiet for a few moments before closing the distance and hugging him. His body relaxes and he slowly hugs you back, only a little uncomfortable. “I like your glasses. They’re a bit impractical in the field and whatnot but they look good on you. Nothing to be ashamed of and again I’m really sorry.”
“Whatever. Don’t speak a word of this t’anyone, got it?”
“Aye LT.”
having a thing for simon's hands
simon ghost riley cleaning his guns on a late evening when the sun is dying behind the cityscape, veins flexing, scarred fingers careful but firm, dragging the mag out of his favourite handgun, a glock 17, and when he pushes in two thick fingers into the chamber to check it, you try not to combust (and fail) (he notices).
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↳ ❝ [Being Alejandro Vargas's S/o] !! ❞
Summary: GOD MY MAN, MY LOVE, MY COWBOY… I'm going to fuck him hard, being the partner of this wild man.
Type: Romantic, Headcanon
Warning: Some NSFW, flirting, serious moments
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I think…I have a serious problem with older men 💔
Meeting you wasn't a coincidence. You were probably a civilian contact who helped Los Vaqueros, a tenacious journalist investigating a cartel, or even a colleague from another agency.
At first, he was protective and professionally distant. His work is dangerous, and he didn't want to drag you into it. But your courage, your intelligence, or your simple, persistent humanity melted him.
Rudy was the first to notice. He flashed smug smiles whenever Alejandro talked about you, until Ale finally admitted his feelings.
Alejandro loves having the back of his neck gently scratched as he falls asleep. It's a sensitive spot only you know about.
In Public/With Los Vaqueros: He's your Colonel Vargas. Firm voice, impeccable posture, a born leader. He gives you brief but intense looks, full of pride. He calls you by discreet nicknames like "my life" or "darling," but his tone is gentle and respectful.
In private, he transforms. The tension in his shoulders melts away. His laughter is more frequent and carefree. He's affectionate and physical, wrapping you in hugs from behind while you cook or playfully twirling your hair while watching a movie. Here, he's simply "Ale."
on my period and thinking and how husband!john price would be the type of man to indulge his gorgeous woman in retail therapy during this time of the month. (also thank you all for 800 followers, i'm so grateful for every single one of you and it makes my heart swell to know that you guys enjoy my blog & my writing ♡)
husband!john who takes you to victoria's secret on your period because he knows it's your favorite store. he sees the way you go to the mail and save the coupons they send you for later.
husband!john who furrows his eyebrows in frustration when you look up at him and ask, "how much can i spend?" with your pretty doe eyes. he scoffs at the question and dismisses it with a, "spend as much as you want, pretty girl" and a kiss on your cheek.
husband!john who surprisingly doesn't feel out of place at vs like most guys with their women. he thinks to himself that men like that are not men but little boys, immature and pathetic. he's by your side the whole time throughout the store, a hand on the small of your back as you look around. he thinks you'd look good in everything and voices his opinion about what would look good on you, but he lets you take the lead.
husband!john who licks his lips when you finally pick up the first thing you want: a blush pink babydoll nightgown. lace adorns the neckline, and all john can think about is seeing you in it and then right after stripping it off your body. when you ask him, "how is this?" all he can manage is an approving nod, a palm sliding down from his nose to his beard, scratching it to control his urge to take you right then and there.
Right Next To You...
A/n: So I'm back. Not for very long due to lack motivation. I feel like this episode is kinda repetitive with the words. This came to me while listening to the bridge of "Die with a Smile" and i just imagined the scene where you two reunite to be on the bridge. Very edit worthy scenarios. This is kinda a mini fic. School ends this week and lucky me, my birthday is the weekend.
It's said that when a person dies, they have seven minutes left when their brain is still active for one last time, flashing before them memories of when they were their happiest.
Incorrect COD Quote:
Ghost texting price: Price! Help I’m being kidnapped!
Price: Where are you?
Ghost: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.
Price: I’ll call soap.
Soap answering his cell: ‘Ello?
Price: Where Ghost? He reacted me he’s being kidnapped.
Soap: …I’ll call you back. *hangs up*
Soap: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISNT THAT BAD!
Ghost: WHO ARE YOU!?
Calling you Mommy for the first time: Ghosts
Keegan:
"sorry, love, not the baby boy type"
he´s...complicated, he doesn´t do relationships of any kind and never really saw the appeal of power dynamics, he finds roleplaying of any kind super annoying in the bedroom
the way I see this playing out is with you as his best friend, you don´t match sexually at all but are super open with each of your exploits so you get to hear every fucking week pretty much how he´s fucked his way through town again, it´s mostly just him fucking several women a night until he pretty much passes out, it´s as much coping mechanism as it is lust fulfillment
so when he hears you talk about your subs he just doesn´t understand. doesn´t understand doing simple things like shopping or cleaning up together without sex involved. of course he gets that mommy kink is a thing, he just always thought it only ever involved milfs-
when you explain that for you it´s about the vibes, about your sub feeling safe and cared for with you, about you getting to spoil them rotten, to see them let their guard down
you pretty much do a double take when Keegan just deadpan says that that´s the whole point of your friendship-
how he feels safe with you and how you´re the only one allowed to coddle him, it´s like running in open doors
he thinks it´s embarrassing to call you mommy so he doesn´t, but your friendship´s been very wonky from the start, you pretty much make out regularly when you´re drunk, you´ve definitely slept together before too and you never once mentioned how Keegan only got off when you had him pinned down beneath you and called him a good boy
now that he pretty much outright admitted to being at least a bit curious you don´t stop teasing him until he finally breaks
"come on, use your voice, pretty boy"
he thinks you´re so mean for using his own words against him, but eventually he does cave in, he trusts you enough to make this a pleasant experience for both of you
"fine, okay, I give up. I guess trying it out once won´t hurt, so..." he takes a deep breath, feeling absolutely ridiculous, but he´s put his mind to it now so he pushes through
"walk me through it, mommy?"
Logan:
in the middle of a mission when you save him-
look, he´s the baby of the group, everyone´s got a soft spot for him, not just you. and that makes you feel better about the way you see him. because on the one hand you know he´s ready for missions, you were impressed with the work he did with his brother, with his solo recon missions. still, he was only 23, much too young for this harsh world. you don´t view him like Keegan does, the man sees him as a version of himself, of what could´ve been if his own past had been different. and you didn´t have brotherly love for him either like Hesh did. it wasn´t like you wanted to date him either, you didn´t even want to fuck him, still the urge to protect him was strong from the second he joined your unit.
and Logan, ever the kindhearted and slightly naive boy, he looked up to you. his brother and Keegan told him a lot about you before the mission, especially Keegan teased him about getting along with you well, Hesh only added that you´d go way too easy on him and that he should prove himself to you to not be a burden. granted he was only teasing with that last part and Logan knew that, but there was an ounce of truth to it. he did want to be helpful, he didn´t want you to have to carry him through it all. it frustrated him to no end that he was weak still, that everyone had such high expectations of him. the worst thing was that he knew of his potential, he knew he would meet their expectations and exceed them, it was just that he was still too weak now, too young. he envied Keegan and the others for their years ahead of him.
when he first met you on that mission he was overjoyed when you didn´t even comment on his age, you just gave him orders and he followed them. he made a good first impression like always, didn´t drag you down and overall did a good job. what was odd that he didn´t even beg for praise like you thought he would, boys his age always did. then again it only meant that his squad already had his back, that they already praised him enough. you were just content with him not being dead weight, still something about the boy was odd.
meanwhile Logan was trying his hardest not to embarrass himself in front of you, biting his tongue not to say something he really shouldn´t, focusing on the mission not to think of anything that would get him into real trouble that went far beyond just getting captured by the enemy, he had to distract himself from how drawn he was to you, like a little lost boy who finally found his way again. his way being completely reliant on you, he felt this deep innate need to be a good boy for you, to show you just how well he followed orders. and he did, usually.
juggling his attraction and the mission was too much for the little boy and he gave his position away. dread didn´t even come close to what he was feeling in that moment, he didn´t care if the enemy spotted him then and there, caught him again, he already went through that once, that small chamber they put him in then was already familiar, he wouldn´t mind if they took him as long as you got out. but what truly broke him was knowing he had disappointed you, that he let you down. he stood motionless, completely frozen where he had stepped on that branch, the sound so much louder in his mind than it actually was. you reacted in no time, pulling him down with you and hiding behind the bushes until the danger would pass, chances were you could move on soon, it wasn´t that big of a deal. things like that happened all the time.
when you looked over at Logan he was mumbling "I´m sorry, mommy" over and over again, like the guilt was weighing him down, almost as if he had ruined everything by just exisiting.
"hey. look at me" you said sternly, reaching out to hold his face, much gentler than with the others, after all this was your role in the group, the caretaker. that and like everyone else you had a soft spot for him, he did so well after all. Logan was a complete mess when he finally met your eyes, his own red and unfocused, poor baby.
"they´re gone, it´s just you and me now. you did good, nothing happened, you´ll be fine, mommy´s here"
Hesh:
puppy dog eyes, begging you to fuck him just once
it was a tale as old as time, Hesh saw an older woman in a higher position than him and he got bricked up. he didn´t even care anymore that everyone made fun of him for it. he had a type and it was embarrassing. he never once acknowledged his mommy issues, just pretended they weren´t there. pretended he was more than fine with having practically no childhood, having received no love from his absent mother. she was there in person, but never quite for him. he was the disappointment of the family, never amounted to anything, his mother never even looked at him and when she did it was full of disdain, but she never had the guts to tell him straight up she wishes she never had him. not that she was better with Logan, to him she was even worse because she just latched onto him so much, all udner the guise of love and protection when in reality she just projected all her lost hopes and dreams on his younger brother. Hesh hated everything about it and he was glad when he moved out, as much as it pained him to leave Logan behind.
he always thought his desire for giving up control, for being led stemmed from pure laziness because that´s what all his girlfriends said, he never made any effort, one of his exes once said to him that it was like he was dead, like fucking a hollow vessel. and that sort of stuck with him, it was true, something in him had died and it couldn´t be brought back. he would never have a happy childhood or a normal relationship. all he had were his skills in combat and even those were average, good enough to join the Ghosts but only after everything got fucked, only when they were Ghosts in name only, when only Keegan remained. it wasn´t his fault, he tried his best to make him feel welcome and Hesh needed the distraction of work to feel normal again, like he wasn´t a complete fuck up.
and he could take the jokes because he knew his brothers didn´t mean any harm, but he never told them about what really went on in his mind, not about the emptiness he felt, not about his fear of never being happy again, of having forgotten how to love, of being nothing more than a waste of space.
meeting you was bad timing, he got back from a failed mission and headed to the nearest bar, drinking himself half to death, it´s a miracle he even managed to speak clearly when he saw you, he pretty much immediately called you mommy, mumbling on about how fucking you will fix him, he doesn´t even make any moves, just stands there like a loser
you somehow take pity on him (it´s those sad green eyes) and help him get back to base, you´re friends with Keegan and Merrick so you´ve already heard of the kid. they begged you so many times to meet him just once and hear him out, just talk to him. they claimed he needed some female guidance and perspective, that they were at their wit´s end with his depressive episodes
the next morning is even worse because not only is he spending it throwing up, but when he enters the kitchen to get coffee you´re there too
"so you´re not a figment of my imagination" he muttered, the dread not even showing on his face since that was his default expression in the first place, he´s not even overly embarrassed by the shit he´s said to you last night, used to being a disappointment but he does genuinely apologise
"you know you were onto something there last night, fixing guys like you is my speciality"
"lucky me" he replied, bitter because he knew it wasn´t true, but when he saw that sweet smile of yours he just couldn´t argue
Merrick:
everybody thinks you´re married for some reason, but it´s way more complicated than that. you´re just best friends who are in love with each other and fuck more than you should. definitely not boyfriend and girlfriend because dating just complicates everything in your job. you know everything about each other, you said I love you but not in that way, that would just make things more complicated than they needed to be.
then again neither of you are sad about it, it´s mere routine at this point, it´s just the way things are and there´s no need to change anything about it. after all it works, you´re both happy
besides you´re too old and in the wrong job to be dating by book anyway, things just happened like that.
you´re already the mom of the base, everyone calls you that because you always look out for everyone and care for them. you always have snacks or encouraging words ready, Merrick wonders how you do it. But he teases you mercilessly too. He knows about your mommy kink and uses it against you every time he can. He is such a spoiled princess, always asking you to do stuff for him, but it´s always small things like helping him with his gear. For someone who claims to be so cool about everything he enjoys domestic things a lot. And you just calm him down in ways no one else can.
He jokingly calls you mommy a lot anyway, it´s nothing special and you know he doesn´t mean anything by it, hell at this point everyone on base calls you that because it just applies, in a way that´s just your job description at this point.
and you know he doesn´t mean anything by it, at least most of the times. lately you haven´t been so sure about that but of course don´t address it, call it what it was: cowardice.
only this time you couldn´t run away from it any longer. the thought is ever present anyway, but some days it´s worse than on others and you can´t think of anything else than the dance of "what if?" the two of you have going on. so you decide to prolong your set in the gym to get your mind off things. naturally Merrick walks in to join you in that exact moment. you just work too well together because you´re the same, same coping mechanisms, same avoidance, same joking about it but meaning every single word.
so you decide to spar together to get your minds off things together and that´s when it just slips out, he doesn´t even think about it, not about what it means, not about the consequences, not about how desperate he sounds, how it might as well have been a confession of undying love
"fucking hell, mommy, you don´t pull your punches, do you?"
and you could freeze, you would if you hadn´t thought about this exact moment playing out, about exploring this dynamic with him, of finally making him yours
"you´re my big boy, you can handle them"
he will never stop teasing you about being the first to confess, genuinely he´s the most obnoxious boyfriend you could ever ask for (Keegan tells him to shut up daily about how you said it first and gets increasingly annoyed by it to the point where Logan has to physically drag him away so he won´t throw punches)
Kick:
it is absolutely no secret that he is your favorite, though he likes to pretend he doesn´t know since he gets shy about it. he doesn´t think he´s that special and doesn´t think he deserves any special treatment, but you give it to him anyway. you always tell him that you just felt like it, that you like him the most, and he´s completely overwhelmed by it. he wants to show his gratitude but you literally never let him, you pamper him like a little princess.
Merrick teases him about how you´ve basically adopted him at this point and that makes everything so much worse for Kick. he doesn´t even know how to handle that information, he can already barely function around you.
it´s also no secret he has a huge crush on you but is way too embarrassed to do anything about it because he just doesn´t wanna be a bother, he doesn´t want to make you uncomfortable. he knows you´re way out of his league and he doesn´t mind being realistic, he´s very polite so he´ll never make his feelings known, he just keeps everything to himself.
surprisingly enough nobody ever tells him to confess. probably because they know all about his past and stance on relationships. he used to be desperate to get a girlfriend but never had any luck with women. he´s a very clingy and needy boyfriend and it can get quite exhausting being with him. he´s trying his best but he also knows that he´s too much so he pretty much doesn´t date anymore. not that he´s sad about it, especially with his job he can´t afford to make any meaningful connections in life, not when he could be the sole source of grief. he just doesn´t want that kind of responsibility.
it´s strange and honestly scary at first when you start treating him differently than the others, when he realises he´s your favorite. he´s constantly on edge, expecting the other shoe to drop or thinking you expect something in return from him.
it gets to a point where he constantly makes offhanded comments about you better not falling in love with him and one day it just gets too much and you just laugh in his face that that´s never going to happen. because that´s not what you´re after, it´s not what you want.
it´s only when you explain that you enjoy pampering him, spoiling him, taking care of him without any emotional strings attached, without sex even, that he gets it. that he finally understands that there´s nothing to feel guilty about in letting you treat him like this, that he can just lay back and enjoy it, that it´s about dynamics and not a relationship.
"so it´s alright if I call you mommy then?"
