In What Universe Do These Men Look Like The 141? That's No Where Near Gaz. He Isn't A Fucking Walking

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.)

Simon x Cat x Neighbour!reader

Part two > (previous part)

Simon Riley was a lot like his cat, dropping by your flat whenever he wanted. Thanking you for looking after Cat in small little ways.

Bringing you home little trinkets from his work travels. “Got it from some market, can’t tell you where though. Would have to kill ya and I really don’t want that.” Little things that line every inch of your windowsill, crystals he’s found because he knows you like them.

Thankfully it wasn’t a mouse, Simon hunting one down after Cat delivered one to you. And as you watched him pause, head angled to listen for the squeaks or little scurries. You couldn’t help but think he was a cat too. For a big guy, he was light on his feet and everything he did quiet.

“Dinner?” You asked, trying not to look at the mouse dangling between Simon’s finger and thumb by its tail. “Not a huge fan of rodent.”

He invites you into his flat for the first time, promising that it’s rodent free. “Woah your place is real big,” you say, opening your arms in the space as if you expected to touch wall to wall. Simon’s thinking of all the activities he could do with you, but decides dinners a good start.

Dinner turns into grabbing a morning coffee after a run and even going on evening runs, which angers him because before him you never would have done so alone. Sitting on the bench in the park to stretch or take a rest as you sip your water bottle, stickers decorating the outside.

When the pipe under your sink was dripping water for months, he fixed it and you didn’t find out till you went to check if the bucket was full of water again. No, no bucket under the sink. There was a small tool box in its place, stuff you had no idea what to do with.

Cat was drinking from the bucket under the sink, that’s how Simon discovered it. He’s even got a picture of it on his phone as well as a load of pictures you’d sent him with Cat. Sometimes he looks through them in his room back at the base. A few videos of your soft voice calling Cat.

So you sent him a picture of said toolbox and messaged him. “Did the fairies visit me?” He didn’t respond till the next day, “big bloody fairy.” promising to show you what they were for and sending you a video of basic plumbing if you wanted to learn yourself whilst you waited for his return.

Cue Simon teaching you how to fix the plumbing in your flat. The two of you squeezed into the little box of a bathroom as he listened to you explain about the low pressure of the shower and the tap on the sink you wanted to swap with something pretty.

The eroded shower hose snapping and spraying the both of you with water. Simon’s hoody drenched, sticking to every curve and dip of his muscles. Your back leant against the wall as his arm reached above you to turn the water off.

“I really wanna kiss ya,” he said, head inching closer to yours, gaze flitting to your lips. “Kiss me.”

You use his place for sex and make sure Cat is in your flat, “don’t want the kid to see,” is what Simon says.

Whenever Simon sees you’ve run out of anything, he’ll pick it up when he’s doing his weekly food shop. The coffee sachets refilled when you go to the kettle and when you ask, Simon shrugs “the fairies,” he says, sipping his cup of tea with the morning paper.

Even when you are officially dating you were still going between the two flats. Joking that cat had the studio and you could stay with Simon.

SOBBING, BAWLING MY EYES OUT, SHAVING MY HAIR, BREAKING MY BONES. I LOVE HIM

Soap's Voicemail for You

Finally, I've made myself a voice model of Soap 🙏

So here is a little voicemail he left for you before he headed on the mission 💖

—————————————— Transcription:

Ah, luv, it's me, Johnny. Just wanted tae leave ye a wee voicemail before I head off. I cannae find the words tae express how much ye mean tae me. Ye're me world, me everything. I love ye, luv, more than ye'll ever ken. Promise ye, I'll be back soon. Remember, me words are a reflection o' me love for ye. Stay strong, me darlin', and I'll be back in yer arms afore ye ken it. Take care and know that ye are cherished beyond measure. Until we meet again, me heart is with ye always. Keep yer spirits high, and remember, ye've got me heart in yer hands. Talk tae ye soon, darlin'.

Quick&sweet - full 2pg on ⁋atreon

Wish you all a beautiful day with this lil sketch 💛

Big military bois 🫡

Cap and Bear together

@deadbranch

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

simon riley x fem!reader

i need him in a way that is concerning everyone around me. yelling, screaming, biting my fists, and crying real tears.

simon riley definitely brings back souvenirs from all the places he's been during missions.

he mostly does it so you get distracted and not fuss over him gaining a new stab wound or bullet scar every time he comes home. and he thinks he does a real good job, as he pulls it out of his bag and shows it to you. but you're not stupid, and you end up scolding him for thinking you wouldn't notice his limping.

his favourite souvenirs are magnets — your fridge is filled to the brim with them — and shirts or hats that have some kind of pun with a country's name, or just the simple i love [city name].

he'll never admit it, but he spends way too much time (when he has it) trying to pick a gift. tells the employee to wrap it carefully and does his best not to break the easily breakable things. watching your smile, bright and wide, when he shows you what he's bought, keeps him going.