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maelstrom007 · 15 hours

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Gang there’s nothing more euphoric than going back to a restaurant that you used to go to daily but haven’t been to in months and have the owner instantly recognize you when you come in the door 😭

#I graduated college last year #and went back to the college town this weekend for a work trip #and the owner of the ramen place I used to go to daily recognized me so quick #first thing out of her mouth was You cut your hair!!!!#gang is is possible to love someone this much #oh the privilege of being known

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maelstrom007 · 22 hours

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😭Ghoul you continue to get it. Fuck. My heart.

Tragic pining android! Ghost makes my heart hurt. Like he won’t age but reader will, all those immortal tropes that make me sad. Over here trying to concoct a somehow happy ending for them in my brain to cope

Oh... are they supposed to get a happy ending?

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maelstrom007 · 1 day

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Ghoul please don’t make me day dream about being in a relationship with an android where we each take care of eachother in ways only we can as our bodies slowly deteriorate (my fingers, old as they are, are still deft enough to repair connections and gently buff out rust, which spreads like moss over their well loved and worn paneling. and their hydraulics, despite being several years past their expected life cycle, are still good enough to carry me up our houses steps when my legs just won’t listen anymore)

Tragic pining android! Ghost makes my heart hurt. Like he won’t age but reader will, all those immortal tropes that make me sad. Over here trying to concoct a somehow happy ending for them in my brain to cope

Oh... are they supposed to get a happy ending?

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maelstrom007 · 2 days

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Ghoul when I catch you. When I catch you. Ghoul. Ghoul when I CATCH YOU GHOUL.

Tragic pining android! Ghost makes my heart hurt. Like he won’t age but reader will, all those immortal tropes that make me sad. Over here trying to concoct a somehow happy ending for them in my brain to cope

Oh... are they supposed to get a happy ending?

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maelstrom007 · 4 days

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Augh I can just imagine the quiet yet gentle efficiency.

“Where’s the weapon?”

“Hold your hands like this, limit the blood drops.”

“No time to panic. Focus on what I’m telling you.”

“Do exactly as I say, and you’ll be fine.”

I need to write something about ghost getting rid of a body for his sweet little neighbour who accidentally kills a piece of shit man and has no idea what to do

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maelstrom007 · 5 days

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I’m gonna pretend like I know what this means you pop off boo

Ok... hear me out... Fallout au, yeah? Former Vault dweller Ghost, probably from a failed vault 75 clone where they were trying to create perfect soldiers, who managed to claw his way to the surface after things broke bad in the vault, only to be hit with a stimpak that wasn't really a stimpak and turned into a ghoul. He takes it in stride, Ghost is a soldier through and through his mission was to escape and now he's out. He can handle some cosmetic changes, especially when they're easily hidden with a mask. He tends to keep to himself, too volatile to interact with the general population and wandering from settlement to settlement looking for anyone else that's escaped the vaults.

Everyone knows better than to bother him, than to even talk to him, the skull wards off anyone stupid enough to think otherwise. He doesn't say much, doesn't have to, but he pays the girls he rents well and they always come back for more. Just make sure you don't try to take more than he's agreed to. You don't need to know how Ghost earns his caps, but the blood soaking his boots while you stare down the barrel of his gun feels like a guarantee. He won't be taken advantage of again, long gone is the hopeful vault dweller eager to see the sky. Ghost is a one man raid, he's the new world's boogey man, and you're quick to take your hand out of his purse.

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maelstrom007 · 5 days

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price making you and gaz kiss in front of him because he said nothing makes him cum more than seeing his pretty dolls love each other too. he watches raptly, devouring the sight you two make as he smokes.

he barks at gaz when gaz's hands stray any closer to your crotch, and he clicks his tongue when you get too whiny. you and gaz tremble in your mutual desperation, wanting to do more, to feel more, but are always stopped by price.

the building agitation that you and gaz feel finally makes price sigh, his puff thick with the cloud from his cigarette.

"so impatient," he tuts before leaning to the table to kill his stick, while his other hand begins to fiddle with the zipper of his pants, dragging it down. "come on then, maybe you'll be good f'me like this, at least."

you and gaz kiss over his cock :(

#YEAH

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maelstrom007 · 5 days

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*swinging my legs* Such a considerate guy! He just wants to help you fall in love. He’ll get it right eventually. He won’t Swiss cheese your brain too much to get there, he promises.

Begging on my hands and knees for Fae!Gaz to tap me into the next fucking dimension jeussnchfihsn

It's just that... coincidences only work when you believe that's what they are. Gaz can memorize your schedule, he can know your route to work, he can happen by your usual morning spot for tea, but it doesn't take many run ins before you start to get suspicious. He smiles at you across the tube platform and your skin crawls. Some prey response in the back of your mind startling. You've seen him every morning for the last week, and he's always looking at you. Normally you spare him a quick glance, but today he holds your attention. He takes a step forward and you have the brief feeling like he means to hop across the tracks to you.

Your train arrives just as your heart jumps into your throat. You don't see him out the window, it doesn't calm your nerves. He's outside sitting on your usual park bench when you go out for lunch, tossing bread at crows that scatter as you approach. You didn't know there were so many of them in the area, the trees are heavy with their dark wings, the air still of their clicking chatter. You walk past your bench and find another one, closer to the little playground, somewhere someone will hear you if you shout.

You break from your usual routine after work and swing by a patisserie. Paranoia is bad for your skin, you need something to calm yourself down, something deliciously normal. You sit outside enjoying the sun with your fruit tart and decide that seeing one stranger twice doesn't mean he's stalking you. Still, you're going to change your route and maybe the times you leave for work/take your lunch break. There, problem solved, your therapist would be proud of you. You didn't jump to the worst case, and you came up with achievable short term solutions.

"This seat taken?"

You look up and meet warm umber eyes, a smile with too many teeth. Your fight or flight kicks in and you're on your feet before you can drop your fork. Gaz catches your wrist before you can take a step away from the table and rips you to face him. His fingers finding your face before you can register you've been caught.

You drop, your body slumping to the side as Gaz catches you under your arms and helps lower you back down into your chair. He tips your head, holding your chin with gentle fingers, and pulls your eyelid up to check your pupil. All good. No damage done, just scared you a little.

"Sorry about that love," He sighs, taking the empty seat next to you and plucking one of the strawberries off your tart, "pushed too hard, I'll get it right this time. Promise."

Perhaps it's your own fault for giving him such an open wish. "It would be nice to fall in love." He can do that. He just needs to get the formula for it right.

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maelstrom007 · 8 days

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iconic

emotional support character (deadly)

I think the thing about your fics I love the most isn't the perfect characterization or the heavenly written smut its Königs death every time, Im always waiting for you to kill him off, lol

just wanted to compliment your writing <3

lmaoo thank you so much!! genuinely the best gift i have ever given myself was turning that dude into my punching bag, it's so nice to work out some real aggression on that dude in increasingly cartoonish ways.

have a great day!

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maelstrom007 · 8 days

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This but price and witch

Something abt price and witch referring to me as their dog…. Yeah I think I need to go sit in a corner and get my shit together quick

Witch is nice about it(pet). Price is not as nice about it(mutt/dog).

Both of them will toy with the collar around your neck.

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maelstrom007 · 8 days

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heartbreaking. you have to write the fic youre writing in order for it to be written

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maelstrom007 · 9 days

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See. The thing is. The thing. Is. I would. I would simply cave for this man. Give me awkward endearing and big biker boy and I’m sneaking on that bike. Congrats I’m your problem now.

I went to my local book store and I turn around after looking at the 7 different Dorian gray versions and there a hot biker guy just staring at me. que awkward "..hello?" "hey." *walks away and never explains why he was staring*

he literally looked like that one biker ghost cosplay on Pinterest😭😭

We love an awkward biker. Big Ghost energy to just stare you down until you talk to him. He's flirting with you, this is him flirting, Ghost is going to get a good grade in social interactions. He even said hi back, that's 2 flirting things for the price of 1. Ghost just came into the bookstore to get out of the heat and spotted you through some bookshelves, decided to follow you arpund(inconspicuously of course) until you noticed him staring and by then he really has concocted a whole fantasy of you in his head. Pretty thing looking for classic literature, you'd be a good backpack on his bike, he'd buy the book for you if you wanted and then he could take you home and make you read it aloud as he eats you out. Don't stutter or he might stop!

But no he's just staring at you, visor flipped up so you can see his eyes, the smear of grease paint and the slight squint. You could almost rationalize he's glaring at you but really all the sniping is just starting to wear on his eyesight. He snaps his attention to whatever shelf he's in front of, pretends to read over the titles, stares at you out of the corner of his eye. Until it isn't the corner of his eyes anymore and he's just staring at you, debating how he should go about offering you a ride. That's basically flirting, Soap keeps showing him videos of people "thirsty" over bikers, maybe you'd be one of them.

But then you scurry away with your book and he's got to find something to buy so he can follow you to the register. (And maybe follow you home)

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #biker ghost #biker Simon Riley #biker Simon ghost Riley

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maelstrom007 · 10 days

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It had been too long since I last drew Soap 🙏

[my patreon]

#awooga for real #bark bark bark #<- y’all get it #i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again #body hair #fucking slaps

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maelstrom007 · 10 days

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Hey ghoul could you not awaken new kinks in me on a random Tuesday night that’d be great

on the topic of dolls !!! I personally think soap would LOVE to have his girl be a doll for him, yk? he just gives me That Vibe

also how's your day??? love your content, love you, love ur energy. it's so comfy here. you're a great person and author 😙

My day is starting strong! I feel like I got over my burnout hump from last week and the sun is shining again! But we'll see if that keeps up <3

Dollification is a fun kink. I think Soap likes manhandling a lot, and I think he enjoys a little bit of fight in his darlings, but he'd love having you exactly how he likes you too.

I raise you this: You know who would fuck with dollification perhaps too hard? Price and Gaz.

Price would love dressing you up and getting you exactly how you're supposed to be. His pretty doll, all dressed up for him, ready to play house and teeter around in too tall heels, occasionally he'll bend you over and force you to stay still while he fucks you like a dog in heat. "Winding you back up" and smacking your ass to send you back to chores when he's done. He likes the ownership of it, likes knowing you belong to him and that he has control over you. Perfect dolly darling.

Gaz likes the care and pampering of it. Likes making you dependent on him. Dollies can't think, let him fuck that brain out of you, keep you in a constant state of sub space. He'll set you on the couch and arrange you exactly how he likes, then settle between your thighs and lick you for hours. Be careful not to move or make a noise, dollies don't grab his head or moan, they just lay there pretty and take it. He likes the control, but he also likes making you break, likes the moment when you can't take it any more and sob through your orgasm. And Gaz will be right there to put all your pieces back together again, he's always been good to his toys.

#just gonna write some shit down #for research purposes

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maelstrom007 · 11 days

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I will never not be in love with the trope of Ghost collecting Soap and his gf under one umbrella. The understanding that those two are a Package Deal and that’s ok, anyone that Soap loves he can love too

big fan of the headcanon that simon riley is hard to get.

if we're being realistic, he's probably gotten very good at ignoring any inclination he might have towards a person in the years since his families' murder. it's easier to function as a soldier, as ghost, when he doesn't have to carry the burden of concern for someone so vulnerable. whether it's worrying about their safety while he's on deployment and can't afford to, or otherwise repressing his darker tendencies in an effort not to break them; the extra effort just isn't worth it to him. he won't seek you out, he won't take care of you, he won't reassure and coddle and communicate.

and he's not blind, nor is he passionless. he can appreciate a pretty face when one happens to pass by, but that's pretty much the extent of it. he's gotten used to the scorch of the lonely flame that flickers inside of him. if anything, he thinks putting it out and tending to the burns left in its wake would be a more traumatic ordeal than just letting it consume him.

so for him to accept love, it'd have to sneak up on him.

it happens with johnny first. he's the natural candidate, of course. his stubborn subordinate, clever with a fixated loyalty and quick wit – who better than him to get under ghost's skin?

granted, he isn't as guarded around him as he would've been with a civilian. not as cold upon introduction because he doesn't need to be. soap's a soldier, and this is work, and he's confident enough in the sergeant's resilience that it doesn't hinder his routine. he doesn't have to make accommodations, bend backwards or wake up in a cold sweat concerned about the man's wellbeing; not at first, anyway. and such are the floodgates that allow him to embrace johnny's company.

jokes crackled over comms. sitting next to each other on the airlifter. claps on the back after a successful operation. trust in every decision he chooses to take, regardless of whether or not he agrees. he thinks about johnny's eyes, johnny's smile, johnny's fierce little pout and the scar on his chin – but everything in moderation. the perfectly healthy amount. passing appreciation of his best mate's features and nothing more. it's the only meaningful connection he's had in years, and so what if he tugs his cock to the thought of it? people have cum to less.

until the bastard gets himself shot in the liver on solo reconnaissance in cyprus, and almost dies on medevac.

because when ghost gets that call from price – soap's hurt. it's looking grim. – he's wracked with a terror so acute he thinks his heart has given up on him. it's about the worst way to find out that he considers johnny as more than a friend. this sheer desperation, longing, regret. he ponders over it in the plane, tries to scrub the dread from his being. tries to pick apart what went wrong, what makes the sergeant so special.

by the time he reaches the hospital, he's already accepted defeat. all it takes is one look at johnny in his hospital bed – features peaceful, bandages wrapped around his bare chest, mohawk and facial hair grown out – to understand that this isn't going away anytime soon. he'll just have to make his peace with it. readjust to accommodate the protective flare already sparking in his chest.

it's a hassle, but manageable. despite his injury, johnny's still a competent man. they already know how to function in bouts of high stress. they're good– great friends. all this is really is an opportunity for simon to finally dig his cock within an ass he's been eyeing for months – or at least, that's the rationale he uses to come to terms.

and then you arrive. and things get a whole lot more complicated.

johnny's bird, apparently – gaz whispers to him outside of the inpatient room, watching through the window as you fret over the comatose man's pillows – didn' know he had one. m'surprised. you'd think a loudmouth like him would let the world know. she's cute too. really, ghost, did you have any idea?

he can't find it in him to respond, opting instead to march back into the room. you're fussing too much, causing a scene, no doubt disturbing the air with the nervous energy radiating off you in waves.

"he isn' supposed to be elevated like tha'," simon scolds, inflating a bit when you straighten up, eyes blowing wide with distress.

"oh... i just thought- he gets all hot when he lays on his back like this. i wanted him to be comfortable."

he knows that he's being cruel. you've done absolutely nothing to deserve the harsh glare he shoots your way, nor should you be expected to handle it. your eyes are red-rimmed, puffy like you've been crying on the way over. no doubt unused to crises like this one. he should be a help, not another source of stress.

besides. johnny's your boyfriend, not his. he has no reason to be so territorial. he'd only just discovered his feelings eight hours ago.

but–

"are you a doctor?"

"n-no."

"then it's best you keep your opinion to yourself."

he just can't help himself.

over the next week, ghost treats you with nothing more than cold disregard. he side-eyes you when you cry, wakes you up with rough pokes to your shoulder once visiting hours close, and takes every chance to one-up you when it comes down to who knows johnny better. you've got a leg up in the domestic department, but simon knows that nothing can surpass the borderline psychic bond they've built, and he makes sure to emphasise it whenever he can. and fuck, does it annoy him that you take it with grace every time, nodding receptively as though his input is meant to be more than just a searing critique of your shortcomings.

his behaviour doesn't go unnoticed, either. gaz is infinitely perplexed to see that the usually controlled lieutenant is so quick to lose his temper around you, despite your earnest efforts to not be a nuisance, and all price offers are long, disapproving looks that have him itch uncomfortably in his seat.

on the other hand, you must believe that he's just like that – foul mouthed, disparaging, mean – because you don't take it to heart. you remain pleasant, gentle, if not a little bit emotional. never once do you raise your voice at him, or fight back when he extends a particularly hurtful comment. on the occasion that his attitude grows to be too much for you, all you do is slip on a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and spread out your textbooks to spend the evening studying on the other side of the room. not keen on making amends, or discovering the source of simon's malcontent, but not affected by it either. you're peaceful. conflict averse. a good girl.

then, you come back one day with a tupperware of cookies.

"i made them myself last night. couldn't sleep, so..." you shrug, holding it out towards him. he assesses them, assesses you, roving over your chapped lips and hollow under-eyes. when did you get to look so defeated?

"no." he looks away, back to the unconscious man in front of him. in his periphery, your shoulders deflate, and he doesn't know what compels him to add the quiet "thanks."

"you've been here every hour of every day. i don't think i've seen you eat. um–" you dodge his gaze when it shoots to you. you've never tried to hold a conversation before now, have always accepted his gruff responses as an indication to leave him alone. he wonders why you can't catch the hint now. "just- let me know if you change your mind. they're shortbread."

and that's the end of it. at least until an hour later:

you're sitting on your armchair, directly across the bed from him, staring blankly at johnny when you speak up. "lieutenant?"

ghost doesn't remember introducing himself to you. he doesn't respond, but clenches his jaw to let you know he's listening.

"he's been comatose for a while." you warble. meaningless chatter. he sees it for what it is: talking so you don't cry. seeking reassurance in someone who knows how these things go.

"hm."

"is this how it usually-"

"sometimes."

"oh."

"he'll be alright." simon adds. more for himself than for you, but your lip wobbles like it's exactly what you needed to hear.

a few moments later, you speak up again.

"he holds you in such high regard, y'know."

he didn't. his heart aches as he follows the rise and fall of johnny's chest, finds solace in it, calming himself before he rips the hair from his skull. he can't speak, can't muster a rude dismissal, or any hatred for you. not anymore. this hospital has sucked the soul from him, as it seems to have done with you.

"he'll be happy to know you've stuck to his side." you smile, stirring from your seat and slinging your bag over your shoulder. "i have to go, got an exam tomorrow. i'll leave the cookies here in case you crave one."

you're halfway out when simon replies. "good luck."

and he's on his third cookie when johnny finally wakes. by then, he's already made up his mind. it's revelation he comes to much faster than the first.

if he can't have just johnny, he'll take you both.

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maelstrom007 · 12 days

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Honestly if you told König or Soap that you miss eating pussy they'd just shove a fleshlight in your face

#like i would and theyd probably laugh but idc #<- as if the humiliation wouldn’t be the best part

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maelstrom007 · 12 days

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I mean, I’m not saying I would……but I would

Honestly if you told König or Soap that you miss eating pussy they'd just shove a fleshlight in your face

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