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I do think it’s so telling of how luffy acts when he’s by himself (amazon lilly impel down marineford) versus when he’s with his crew because obviously there was a lot on the line during those arcs, but even before he heard about ace’s execution date, luffy was much more actively and noticeably “with it”. fresh off losing his friends their absence was clear. he still laughed and smiled and was a bit goofy but at the same more outwardly level headed & thoughtful about his actions. didn’t act as brash (didn’t steal a boat bc he knew he couldn’t navigate it). actively acknowledged and thanked the people who helped him (boa, the amazon lily warriors, even buggy). considered the weight of his actions and didn’t immediately start a fight. because he DIDNT have his support system. he didn’t have the people he trusted (nami to guide, sanji to cook and collect info, zoro to protect and watch over / stand by his side, etc) so he no longer had the luxury of being so carefree

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Older bf!Simon makes my brain go brrrrrrrr I wanna smooch ur brain for all this good content. I would call him ‘old man’ every so often (sometimes endearingly teasing him other times bc I want him to bend me over the nearest surface n be condescending while he fucks me <3)

brain enjoys the smooch, its tired tonight! 🫶🏼

i think calling simon “old man” goes one of two ways and you’re going to have to hear me out:

first way is yeah, he’s bending you over and he’s making your eyes well up and he’s made you cum a good couple times already and he’s not relenting and it’s about him proving himself to, well, himself.

he’s got his lips pressed to your ear speaking something crazy like “y’like letting a dirty old man fuck ye? huh? d’ye?”

and he’s not beating the old man allegations but he’s also not denying them because, he is in fact an old man but he doesn’t fuck a day over 20.

second way is ARGUABLY my favourite and that’s when you’re saying it in passing and he’s snatching you up, pulling you into him despite all your squeals and he’s wrapping you up so tight.

“who y’calling old man? y’little tart” and you know he’s fucking with you and maybe he’s teasing your sides cause he likes how you giggle and squirm and call his name.

it’s when you’re struggling against him that you realise half the giggles are actually simon’s- the man is actually giggling and you realised you’d invent new words to call him if it made him this happy.

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN- sorry, what do you meeean Simon literally cannot utter the words I love you?

I mean, yeah he can. But it felt empty.

So he normally did it through actions, helping you carry things, morning coffee, buying a dvd version of that movie you liked to have backup ‘just in case’

He shows it through touches, kisses on the nape of the neck on sleepy mornings, trapping you like a oversized dog in your own bed (didn’t hear that from me)

“You’re late.”

“Im so sorry sir, my dog-“

“I thought you were allergic?”

He likes this. He thought it was right. He never thought that you needed to hear the words.

“Do you love me?”

Screaming silence all expect for the car radio that hummed through the air, your eyes glassy and mascara threatening to run.

“Simon, please-“

“I…give me a minute.”

He tried to pretend he didn’t hear you muffle back a cry- it was stupid, you had both gone to Kyle’s engagement party and the couple had been showering each other with compliments and ‘I love yous ‘ as if they weren’t the most sacred saying. It got to you.

“I…started using that scar ointment ya got me, to-to help ‘em fade, still stinks though. I, um, I wash my clothes with the lavender scent things you like because I like the way you smell- it-it makes me feel like I’m home- I…fuck- okay, I wake up a lil later when you’re over because you like cuddling and I would rather be with you than outside in the rain- I try to make sure your favorite creamer is always full in the fridge so ya don’t wanna leave me in the mornin to get coffee an there-there is no one I would rather be with and I’m sorry I can-Im sorry that im the way that I am and I’m sorry in not good enough-“

“Simon.” You cut him off, the red light he had stopped at green by now but it was so late in the night no one was there, tears streaked your face and his eyes were wide as a deers, “I love you too.”

(Anyway….thats all! <33)

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride

credits to: @kimiimaus

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Fuck it *ponifies your military men✨*

This might be my new obsession-

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okay so I made something, hear me out

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the man behind the mask.

ghost finally opens up to you enough to let you see under the mask (800 words)

a/n: this is super cute and one of my favourite works so far, so i hope you enjoy!

pairing: ghost x gn reader

tags/warnings: no warnings, fluffy, maybe a little angsty in places(?), taking off the mask, first kiss, reader in 141.

it was a quiet afternoon at the base and somehow you had ended up in ghost’s quarters again. he acted like he didn’t want you there, but really, he didn’t mind. it was hard for him to keep up his scary, emotionless persona around you. something about you just softened him around the edges more than anyone else could. that was probably why he kept opening the door to you every time you knocked. 

normally, it was because you were “bored” or “couldn’t sleep”. but really, it was just because you liked spending time with him. and recently he’d been opening up to you a lot more than usual.

when your little knocks echoed through his room, something inside him just felt right. he’d never felt it before. god, one time you had even made him laugh. a proper laugh too, that ripped through his chest. he’d never laughed like that, not since he was a kid. 

so when you asked him if he wanted to watch a movie with him tonight, he let you in and decided to sit closer to you than he had before. in fact, he was so close that you realised half way through the movie that his arm had been around the back of your spot on the couch the whole time. 

and when he got up to make you both a tea, you decided to follow him into the kitchen. 

you’re not sure what made you. maybe you'd just feel too lonely without him, waiting for him to come back with the drinks. 

you found him leaning his back on the kitchen counter, eyes already on you as you slowly came through the doorframe. 

you walked over to him and stood in front of him. closely. maybe a little too closely. 

“what do you hide, under that mask?” you whispered as you reached your hands up to his face, kettle boiling softly in the background as the movie played into an empty room.

your fingers dipped under its fabric, grasping it slightly, half expecting him to grab your hands and push you away. 

but he didn’t. 

he just looked down at you with those dark, cold eyes. watching you. waiting for your next move. 

you pulled the mask up slowly, keeping eye contact to make sure you could read him. you didn’t want to scare him away. you revealed his chin, then his lips. you stopped there, not wanting to go too fast. you were shocked that he didn’t shout at you, tell you to get out, never speak to you again for pushing a boundary. but he didn’t. you just looked at him, taking in this new part of him for the first time. 

his whole face was littered with thick white scars and fading red gashes. he had little pieces missing from his jawline and his nose had a bump in the middle, a reminder of all the times he had broken it in the past. one of his scars was so deep - it went right through his mouth and down to his chin, distorting the shape. his lips, though, were pink and plump. and so inviting. you could kiss them. you really could-

"take a picture, it'll last longer" he said, rolling his eyes at you with a sort of smirk, revealing his white but crooked teeth. 

"i-" he pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours. it was needy but it wasn’t rough. it was sweet and meaningful. you weren’t expecting it at all. it took you a second to actually realise what was happening and relax into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands were on the small of your back, holding you close so your bodies were together, souls intertwined. you knew that it had probably been a long time since he’d let anyone be this close to him. maybe it was the first time ever. but it was hard to form real thoughts with the way his lips just melted into yours. and when his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, you happily let him in, deepening the kiss, causing a pink blush to form across both of your cheeks. 

when the kettle clicked off he slowly pulled away, both of you out of breath and processing what had just happened. 

you half expected him to say something. but he just pulled the mask back down and made you a tea, placing the warm mug into your small hands. a token of his appreciation for letting him trust you. for letting him trust again.

you supposed he never really was great with his words. 

in his head, it was a silent "please, never leave. stay here in my room forever". and something in his eyes was warmer than it was before.

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Soap: Hey-

Ghost: Unless you’re about to pay me for my time that you’re about to waste, fuck off

Soap: … so no hug?

Ghost:

Ghost: Wait-

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oh ya i forgot to show yall i did this Ghost dtiys

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Sleeptime at a safe house while Price keeps watch.

Soap: Goodnight, Simon. I love you.

Ghost: I love you too, Johnny.

Silence

Soap: We love you too, Gaz.

Gaz: Thanks. I was feeling left out.

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Price:"I'm going to ask this once and only once. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?"

Soap, with a broken nose:"...nothing"

Ghost, with a broken mask: "what are you even talking about?"

Roach, hiding under a table:

Price:

Gaz, from the other room: "soap was cheating in monopoly!"

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Y/N: Ghost Y/N: There's someone I really like, how should I confess to him? Ghost: Just wing it, I'll say yes Y/N: How do you just wing a con- Y/N: Y/N: How the fuck did you know?

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Do you know what is my love language? Men (Simon) eating my leftovers so I don’t feel guilty wasting it :) I can make as much as I desire and there won’t be anything left to throw 😩

this is so real!! this simon loves leftovers with all his heart.

that man is literally a vacuum. like, if you two had a dog and you ever fed him/her dinner scraps under the table, simon would deadass get jealous. as if he hadn’t just finished his third serving of the night.

usually he finishes everything, but two, three times a week you’ll wake to an empty bed at a strange hour, when it’s still pitch black outside. trudging downstairs to be met with the bright kitchen lights flicked on, and simon sat at the island counter or couch, munching on whatever was shoved into the refrigerator after your tasty dinner.

sometimes he’s watching tv, other times he’s working on those tedious tasks he saves for when he’s not in your presence and spending quality time with you. either way, you know he’s snacking.

you always curl up to his side in these instances, grumbling sleepy blurbs and wound up falling back asleep on the couch ‘til morning.

but also he’s so insatiable at restaurants most of all. he’ll down his entire plate before you’re barely getting started on yours, and you’re lucky if you’ve made it halfway through your meal before he’s ordering a second dish. it’s a miracle how fast his metabolism is.

whether you’re too full, not hungry, or simply don’t like the food, his chest always swarms with love when you push your plate towards him or tell him to take the side items for himself. he does it every time, very happily, no questions asked; there’s not a single picky bone in his body, and it’s practically routine for you two at this point.

he ends up ordering a second dish anyway, to go. he also never passes up on dessert, and will never not drag you along with him.

this man is walking life support for those whose love languages are gift giving and/or acts of service. baking him brownies would actually resuscitate me. i’m gonna gnaw on him like he’s a dog bone.

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you need to be careful what you say to ghost.

no matter if you're in a talking stage, dating, situationship, if this man cares about you, absolutely do not say that you wish you could kill someone.

not debatable. you just shouldn't say that; as anyone else would laugh it off, he weirdly... starts to question you. not the usual questions how was your day, what happened etc.

"and what would you do to him?" he asks, while massaging your back. "choke him? stab him in the back, make people watch?"

"he just deserves to be out of my life, out of this job. i wish he wouldn't bother anyone again, i wish everyone just could forget him," you say—almost mindlessly, as ghost makes you feel relieved. not actually caring anymore, as it's another day of your annoying coworker.

simon just hums at that.

the next day, your coworker he's gone. days, then weeks of not seeing him; no one actually knows where he is, he just wrote an email to your boss about moving on and taking new opportunities.

"it's just weird." you shrug, looking at simon's reaction; he's cooking dinner now, seeming completely unfazed by your revelation at work.

"probably found a better life," he says.

probably he did.

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Simon Riley who’s brooding quietly while waiting for extraction during a mission but deep down he’s thinking about how much he would kill to be inside your pussy rn