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as-is-above-so-below · 1 year

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Part 4: Visitors

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes call sign: Freyja warning: implied child loss Note: Thank you for all of your support! I'm starting to run low on ideas for the Rileys. If y'all would like more, I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments or my DMs! I will say, my BIG Ghost headcanon is that he has a tongue piercing, so do with that what you will *side eye* Enjoy and blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

John cracked the door to the hospital room and poked his head in. “I heard you kids are ready for visitors?”

“You’re in your forties, Price. You’re hardly older.”

“And yet, here I am, honorary granddad.”

Simon was too focused on the small bundle in his arm, gently tracing a tiny button nose before laying his open palm on her belly. He had shed his balaclava hours ago but still sported a skull-printed facemask. He recently left his hair longer than usual on the top but kept it tight on the sides. It was thick and almost shaggy, blonde locks starting to wave and curl at the ends.

The group entered the room, a massive barrage of foil and latex balloons squeezing through the door frame behind them. The sergeants wore beaming smiles as they rushed to Freyja, laid back in bed, and each thrust huge, full bouquets of flowers. “Oh dear Jesus,” she laughed tiredly, taking them both and resting them on the table at her bedside. She would ask the nurses to take care of them later. Surely they would have some vases she could borrow until they went home.

Most of her labor was spent on her feet, unable to bring herself to get in bed for hours. She took to either hunching over it, Simon’s calloused hands gripping hers and dragging up and down her spine, or practically hanging from his shoulders, her forehead pressed against his chest. In a state of pure exhaustion, Price convinced her to give her feet rest, even if only for a little bit.

Not wanting to overwhelm her as the boys fussed over her, John calmly approached with a soft smile and placed a hand on her head. “You broken?” he asked, petting her hair as the boys tied off the balloons to the rails of the bed.

“I’m good,” she smiled back, leaning into the touch. She motioned for a hand, and Price and Soap helped her adjust to sitting up straighter. Johnny bent down and pressed a loud, wet kiss to her cheek, which she batted away with a scrunched nose. “Si, bring her here. Price first.”

“Aww, not fair! ‘M the best lookin’ uncle! I should go first!”

“Johnny,” Simon warned, giving the Scot a warning look. “Keep it down before I revoke your godfather privileges.” It was an empty threat, but he piped down anyway.

Soap was a human battering ram leaving the base, plowing through any soldier and recruit that got in the way as Gaz, Ghost, and Freyja followed closely behind. John saw a small smile on her flushed face when Gaz and Soap squeezed into the front seat together, chanting We’re having a baby over and over, to which she retorted, I didn’t realize the 141 was a military polycule.

John nestled the infant into the crook of his elbow, her swaddle shifting to leave her arms free. She squirmed, moving from Simon’s arms to John’s, her pink little face scrunching up in irritation. He gently brushed a finger along her sternum, which her tiny hand wrapped around, and she settled again. “She’s beautiful, Y/N.”

Johnny leaned over the Captain’s shoulder, Kyle doing the same on the other side. “God help her if she gets your ugly mug, Lieutenant,” Gaz teased, wiggling one of her feet within the blanket.

Ghost decided to let that one pass. “This is your granddad, lovie,” Simon said, his quiet voice rumbling. “Price, this is Joan.”

John’s eyes flickered between the man in front of him and the woman in the bed behind him. “Joan?”

“Mmm,” Simon nodded, his mask shifting as his cheeks rose underneath. He wasn’t usually so expressive but was exhausted and feeling particularly sappy.

John’s eyes watered, and he blinked back at the newborn. He had spent five long, sleepless days in that same hospital, forever yet not so long ago. John didn’t have a wife or children of his own. His team was the closest thing he had to family. He felt a fatherly responsibility to all four of them. Even then, it shouldn’t have been John Price cradling her face, whispering words of helpless encouragement, countless hours desperately pleading with command to pull Ghost out of his mission, to no avail.

Simon didn’t return until four months later.

He couldn’t remember a time before that when he had felt his heart break cleanly in two. Notifying next of kin was difficult but quick; drop the news and move on to the next. But the pain and, for lack of a better for, agony Freyja suffered during Simon’s access was unlike anything he’d witnessed.

Now the warm, healthy baby in his arms was his namesake.

“I’m honored, Simon. Thank you, both of you.”

“We were thinking ‘Joanie’ for a nickname.”

Soap whipped around, wide eyes meeting Freyja’s. “Like…Johnny? Me?” he whispered, his skin suddenly hot and his ears turning a bright shade of red. At the slightest sign of confirmation from her, he tackled his Lieutenant with his entire body weight, arms thrown around his neck. Simon grunted at the sudden contact and stumbled just a step. He awkwardly patted the man’s back with one hand.

“Johnny.”

Sniff.

“Get off of me.”

“You named yer daughter after me!”

“I named my daughter after my Captain.”

“Sure, Ghost. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

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Simon was pulled from his slumber by the soft rustling and whines from the foot of their bed. Soft morning rays peeked through the gap in the curtains. Before her cries grew to high-pitched shrills and woke Freyja from her much-needed sleep, he rolled out from the covers and shuffled to pick her up. “Mornin’, lovie,” he hummed, unwrapping the tight bundle and freeing her limbs. Simon chuckled at her long stretch, carrying her out of their bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him. She deserved a little extra sleep.

He puttered around the house with Joanie in one arm, softly chatting about their plans for the day. Simon spent a lot of time talking to her, eyes resembling his gazing up at him, smiling or gurgling occasionally when she gummed her hands. He would tell her about any messages or videos her uncles had sent, funny stories from base, tales of his and Freyja’s travels during their time in the service. He had yet to talk about his parents or her Uncle Tommy, and anything related to missions was absolutely off the table.

A tiny, soft palm smacked his chest, grabbing his attention. His lip tugged at the corner, and he playfully tapped her nose. “What’re ya doin’, there? I’ve got nothin’, unfortunately. ‘M not your mum.” Freyja would tell him his accent got thicker the more tired he was if she were awake. He never really noticed a difference.

The bottle warmer on the counter pinged, indicating that it was ready.

He settled in the deep corner of the couch as she ate, staring up at his like she always did. “Pretty girl,” he muttered while thumbing her cheek, which was starting to get that chunky plushness with every pound she gained. He stared and stared until she shoved at the empty bottle. It was placed on the coffee table, and Simon slid down until he was on his back, with her small body perched on top of him.

“I’m not sure what I did to deserve you and your mum.” She lifted her head at the sound of his voice, another skill she had been approving. “Your granddad’s always tellin’ me I’m too hard on myself. ‘You’re a hero, Simon, you save thousands of lives every day’,” he said, mimicking John’s posh accent. “Certainly don’t feel like a hero. It’s our job to protect people. ‘We get dirty and the world stays clean’.” Simon snorted, and the baby cooed at him, stretching to palm at his face.

“How’s that work? I’m supposed to keep the public safe but I couldn’t protect my family. I was gone. Your mum almost died.” He blinked away the hot tears in his eyes. He cleared his throat to chase away the burning ache forming. His fingers rubbed her back to ground himself, taking deep, steady breaths. When Simon turned his eyes from the ceiling back to his daughter, he saw her fighting sleep, eyes fluttering.

He could stay like that forever.

“But then we might not have you. Funny, that.”

Snoozing soundly against his warm skin, his hand firm enough to keep her in place so she couldn’t slip off. Simon got as comfy as he could without jostling the baby too much, wedging a throw pillow under his neck.

He had never considered leaving his profession before seeing an empty nursery, dismantled and stripped to not look at it for another moment. They had both lost small pieces of themselves then. Simon had to learn to cope with the guilt of not being present for his wife during her darkest times, and Frey struggled to grasp her new reality, one that went against all of her plans at the time.

But she was stubborn and determined to work, knowing he wouldn’t leave the force without her.

At the time, he was furious at her American pig-headedness and inability to listen to reason.

Now, with new photos littering their shelves, new toys and clothes strewn about, and his phone relentlessly ringing with desperate pleas for FaceTime calls and pictures, he was grateful.

~*~

Where the fuck is he?

Freyja moved through their house with brows furrowed together as she searched the rooms for her husband. Panic briefly overtook her when she woke and found an empty bassinet until she realized the bed next to her was as well and figured Simon had taken their daughter to another room.

But which one?

Eventually, she found him sprawled out on the couch, one leg dangling off the chaise and an arm thrown over his eyes. He looked peaceful with their newborn against his bare, scarred chest, slowly rising and falling with each breath. Her heart swooned, and she snapped a quick picture of the scene. Simon lifted his arm at the shutter click, his eyes half-lidded. A sleepy grin tugged at his lips, and he beckoned her over. “Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered as she bent down, securing a lazy kiss with a soft groan.

Their first few weeks as parents were blissful, even with the lack of sleep and drastic change in routine. Joanie was sleeping well, but Freyja and Simon struggled to get used to her sleep schedule. Anxiety and PTSD flared when she dreamt, and she often shot awake at any little noise, immediately going to the bassinet. He had nightmares but had gotten used to them since childhood, whereas her night terrors only started in the last couple of years.

Even at her young age, it was clear that she was already a daddy’s girl. Little Joan recognized his voice from across the house and sought him out, refusing to settle until she was in his arms or strapped to his torso. She preferred sleeping on their chests, listening to their heartbeats. She especially loved skin-on-skin contact.

Simon took to fatherhood immediately, fussing over her every need and want and happily chatting away, although they were one-sided conversations. His dad jokes were almost unbearable. If you had told her a few weeks ago that there was room in her to love Simon even more, she would have told you you were crazy. But watching him with his daughter proved her wrong. Her heart grew impossibly with every passing day.

On top of that, the sight of him with their daughter snuggled up with him, his tattooed sleeve, blonde hair mussed with sleep? God damn.

“You should know I’m dying to jump your bones right now.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled wider. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, the daddy energy’s really doin’ somethin’ for me.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, love. I’ll take ya to bed as soon as you’re able. It’s only been two months.”

Small hands grasped at his skin, alerting him to her stirring. Simon gently shushed her as he sat up, shifting her to his shoulder; she somehow looked even tinier in his hold. Something fluttered in her chest again as he nuzzled Joanie’s shoulder, and she beamed at him. He shifted under her gaze, looking amused.

“Staring’s kind of my thing, Frey. It’s unsettling.”

“I told you, fatherhood looks good on you.”

BANG BANG BANG

“Good mornin’ Mexico!” Soap’s voice cried through the door, followed by Gaz’s chesty cackles.

Only Freyja jumped when the door shook, but they both looked towards it, Simon’s brow raised. “Bloody hell, are they daft? It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday!”

“Which means it’s their only free time, and they want to see us,” she scolded and nudged him to the kitchen. He acted tough, but she knew her husband well enough to know how much the team’s affection meant to him. Neither of them had any family to speak of, whether in England or America. It takes a village to raise a baby, as they say, and what a town they had.

With a wicked smile on her face, as Simon passed her, she wound up and slapped his ass with a sharp crack, earning a hiss.

“The fuck, Frey!”

“Your fault for walking around like that! It’s scandalous!”

He was wearing grey sweatpants.

“You’re pushin’ it, love. Don’t be a cheeky brat.” (Translation, ‘I love it, please do that again’).

He disappeared into the kitchen, and Freyja tied her robe in front as someone banged on the door again. “Jesus Christ, hold your horses!”

The second the lock turned, Gaz busted the door open (it bounced off the coat rack behind it), ready to pounce. “Where’s the babe?” he cried, hands on her shoulders as he physically moved her out of his way.

“Hello to you too, Kyle. Lovely weather we’re having.”

He pecked her cheek with a quick Hello, then immediately flipped her off, storming past her towards the kitchen where soft baby noises came from. From the other room, she heard the sergeant practically squeal, “There’s my girl! Give her here!”

“Sergeant—”

“Kindly get fucked, mate!”

“I’m warning you, Garrick!”

A scuffle and light cursing rang through the house, and Soap’s laugh shook the walls as he hugged her tightly, squishing her. “Pure mental about that baby, he is,” he said, then kissed her forehead. “Oof, ya look like shite, hen.”

“Thank you, Soap. It’s truly a marvel that you’re still single.”

They joined Ghost and Gaz in the kitchen, Johnny carrying two large paper bags. The warm smell of butter, grease, and onions wafted through the air, and Freyja deeply inhaled, savoring it. “We brought breakfast as payment for your troubles.”

She snatched one from him, pulled one of the takeout boxes out, and threw herself at the table.

“Did you put the kettle on?” Kyle asked, smiling down at Joan and tickling her belly. She kicked her legs furiously, grabbing at his fingers with both hands in a tight baby grip. “Holy shit, the bloody grip on you!”

Simon huffed and muttered some choice words under his breath. “I was workin’ on it when you nearly broke my door in and kidnapped my child.”

“Sweet, I’m dyin’ for a cuppa.”

As if reading each other’s minds, Soap and Freyja groaned, in sync, “Fuckin’ Brits.”

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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man oh man wolf Kali and dragon reader fighting over bear Stone is juicy.

i have some thoughts.

reader is actively trying to show up Kali, bringing outrageously big game to Stone like he sees Kali bringing Stone tasty fish and he huffs, smoke pouring from his nostrills and the next thing they know reader brings Stone a whole orca he hunted, brings him the fattest seals too, the blubber is good for stocking up for winter. in theory reader has everything to charm and woo Stone. he's big (well over 7 feet), he's strong (easily lifting up a truck when they don't have a car jack), he's rich (huge hoard as well as old money in banks across the world), he's knowledgeable (knows so much stuff, was around when the first telescopes and star maps were made, was around even before that) but reader knows that Kali has an advantage of knowing Stone for a long time and another thing is that reader is old... like old old and Kali and Stone are far closer in age so why would Stone want some old man when he can have a young, lively mate who has been by his side for all this time. now of course reader won't just give up, dragons are known to be both proud and possessive so reader won't allow that kind of hit to his pride nor will he just give up what he thinks should be his. but a dark part of his brain is always whispering for him to be prepared to loose his dream mate to someone (in readers opinion) more suited afterall reader is old and past his prime (in dragon years) he couldn't even give Stone a proper family (i have a hc that certain hybrids are very gung ho about family and cubs) so despite being all that and a bag of chips reader can't help but be insecure (there's also the fact of it being a mythical hybrid trying to court a regular animal hybrid and considering the fact that reader would probably outlive them both so... yeah)

it ends with all three in a pollycule because i don't like angst lol (if you don't mind that is)

I mean, technically there's already a polycule because dragon hybrid!Reader is also courting lion hybrid!Sarabi. We might as well add wolf hybrid!Kali into it too, yeah?

Wolf hybrid!Kali who has more than one reason to try and one-up dragon hybrid!Reader's courting of Stone because you're courting both the mate he's been courting with for twelve years and his trusted lieutenant. Part of him feels like why should you get both lion hybrid!Sarabi and bear hybrid!Stone?

He knows realistically he cannot compete with a dragon hybrid, a fact that's further proven by you bringing an orca to Stone. But that doesn't stop him from trying.

Kali helps Stone take care of his den, helping him bring back the food you bought Stone so that he's well-stocked up for the winter. He provides Stone with the flowers he knows Stone loves, he shares his kills with Stone. He reminds Stone of all of their good times, he cuddles Stone every night he can with you around.

But Stone still wants you, actually, he wants you both. So he tells you two and you're quick to start courting Kali.

Kali suddenly has more rabbits and deer showing up at his own den, all of them from you. You help him deal with other wolf packs, using your dragon hybrid nature to run off everyone who tries to encroach on his pack's territory.

Kali's confused but eventually, he accepts it. He's not used to...submitting, to being taken care of, but at least Stone and Sarabi are happy. And he doesn't mind having help with keeping his pack safe.

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my-dark-lord · 3 months

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I’ve noticed a few of your VoxValVel posts. It’s a rare ship that I haven’t seen enough of! What are your thoughts on their dynamic? Ik that VoxVal is canon but I’m hoping it’s possible that Velvette will be a part of their relationship in S2! Thoughts?

Hey, Nonny!

Oh, my dark lord, this is a ship that I am so invested in. Veeshipping is something that I cannot get enough of. I love them as a polycule and I will die with them clutched tightly to my chest. As for VoxVal being canon, I couldn't be happier with that, but I really hope that season two shows us how Vel fits into their relationship more! I have so many thoughts on this subject, so please bear with me.

Also for the record, this is so late because I didn't have access to the internet and I knew I'd have too much to type on my phone.

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Valentino is ultimately the main sub in the polycule, though he likes to switch top/bottom dynamics whenever he's allowed. Velvette can dom or sub and is often referred to as Lieutenant Daddy when she takes over Valentino's domming for Vox. She is a switch as far as top/bottom goes, as well. Vox is a dom through and through, though he can be convinced to switch from being a majority top if he's in the mood or wants Val's attention.

Vox and Valentino have been together for decades before Velvette joins them, but her integration into the group is insanely easy and she brings an intensity to the relationship that the boys appreciate.

Vox still plays the placating card with Val because Velvette doesn't have the patience to do it for him all the time.

Valentino is a major alcoholic and is always sipping on something, whereas Vox and Velvette are lighter drinkers in comparison. This doesn't mean they don't like taking care of him when he's too drunk to do anything for himself.

Vox is super huge into aftercare and loves pampering his partners. Velvette picks up on this and begins to share his love for it, and both of them spend a lot of time babying Valentino.

Velvette likes to livestream things that they do, be it sexual or otherwise, and Valentino and Vox always make sure they can capitalize on it as much as possible.

Vox has called Valentino Bunny for the better part of the last four decades, and Velvette calls Valentino Yoshi (because of his tongue). Valentino calls Vox Destello (Spark in Spanish) and Velvette Muñequita (Baby Doll in Spanish). Velvette calls Vox TiVo, and Vox calls Velvette Darling/Dearest/Dollface.

All three of them show their genuine love and care for each other in their own ways and these are all ways that work for them. Their main theme when it comes to this is acceptance (of who/how they are), and this most often gets expressed through kink.

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I have more thoughts than this but this is already getting long so I'll reserve more thoughts for later.

#Answered Asks #HEADCANONS ➽➽➽#SHIPPING ➽➽➽#Hazbin Hotel Headcanons #Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel The Vees #Hazbin Hotel The V's #Hazbin Hotel VVV #Hazbin Hotel VoxValVel #Hazbin Hotel StaticMothDoll #Hazbin Hotel Veeshipping #VoxValVel #StaticMothDoll #Veeshipping #Hazbin Hotel Vox #Hazbin Hotel Velvette #Hazbin Hotel Valentino #Feel Free To Reblog!#cw daddy kink

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sewerfight · 7 months

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Infiltrating a polycule on the express wishes of another polycule. Slowly gaining the trust of the boss by sucking dick and letting girls tag team on me. One night, creeping into a room and cutting the boss' head off. Going back to my polycule to present my real boss the head of a twenty nine year old Californian man named "Lonny", who only put up so little resistance to the head removal because he'd eaten like. So many of those little orange THC gummies. A Brazilian chick was feeding them to him like he was a pony candidate for weed induced euthanasia all afternoon. Kind of blew my mind. My boss expresses approval and promotes me to lieutenant. Later that night, I decide this promotion insults me in an obscure, hard to place sense, and I decide tonight is the night. My men storm the compound and we force my aging boss to his knees, taking over the LGBTQ love lives of every blue haired bitch in the metropolitan area

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felixcosm · 3 months

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Coolest moment of the new episode was when Matt put on a cowboy hat and rode Bluster into battle, waving around a flamethrower and torching the entire Compound to the ground.

Second coolest moment was when Marissa formed a heart for Charlie using the bodies of dead Eagles (they're so fucking cute omg)

And of course, honorary mention to the new polycule of Sly, Michael, Dome Michael and Lieutenant!! Sly really said "why have one Big Bear when you can have three" and invited them all back to his ranch to stay with him

#woe.begone #fake spoilers #these are fake #mostly #:)

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powerpolyculeshowdown · 1 year

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Canon Polycule Showdown

(vote for your favorite! check the description if you don't know them)

[ID: 1. Three book covers from the Imperial Radch trilogy. 2. Three book covers for The Infernal Devices trilogy. /end ID]

Meet the contestants!

Breq/Mercy of Karl/Seivarden/Ekalu

Status: Canon

Description: Mercy of Kalr and Seivarden are each in a romantic relationship with Breq, and Seivarden is in a FWB relationship with Lt. Ekalu. All these relationships are incredibly hard to describe because they're from a fictional culture that handles romance and sex very differently from any real culture that I know of. Mercy of Kalr is a spaceship, Breq is its captain and also a spaceship AI in a human body, Seivarden and Ekalu are two of her lieutenants. Mercy of Kalr and Seivarden asked Breq to be in a relationship in a move that felt very much like sitting your boss down to talk about benefits, except the benefits in question are cuddles.

Tessa/Will/Jem

Status: Canon

Description: Tessa loves both boys, and they both love her with no competition. In fact, it’s more like they believe the other one’s more deserving of a relationship. Also Jem and Will are parabatai which is like a platonic soul marriage.

#canon polycule showdown #imperial radch #the infernal devices #canonround2 #pollycule #polyamory #polycule #polyship #tournament poll

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asofterjirving · 4 months

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The thing about lieutenants polycule is:

Edward cannot speak in metaphors and allusions;

George cannot speak plainly;

Edwards curtness is just not sufficient for George, and Georges elaborate and roundabout speeches throw Edward off;

John can do both, and served as a kind of interpreter for them until they got used to each other`s way of communication. But:

he is absolutely blind to any kind of overtures coming from them, interpreting everything as friendship;

his death threw them right back to square one of not being able to reach each other.

#the terror #edward little #john irving #george hodgson

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sunwarmed-ash · 1 year

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

The Eden Club

Chapter 6: You'll look for me in someone forever

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Ships: HankCon(main), Hankvin(previous), Convin(secondary), HankConGav(eventual)

Rating: Explicit (adult sexual content)

Tags: Eden Club/Sex Worker!Connor Dead dove do not eat, undercover!Connor, post-revolution: hostile public opinion, Evil Kamski, Club owner Kamski, All the tragic Hankvin backstory you could ever want, eventual polycule, smut, followed by angst, spanking, edging, fingering, sensation play, Connor is a flirty horny little shit, emotional sex, unresolved feelings, complicated love triangle turned polycule

Summary:

“I don’t care how eager you are, you're eating before we do anything,” Connor shouted from the kitchen before he could say a word and Hank’s mouth dropped in suprise. Even if they had been sexting ALL DAY, he still wasn't used to hearing pointed flirtation out of his android. Well, not his like his property but you know…

“Oh yeah? What makes you think you're in charge after the sneaky shit you pulled today,” Hank shot back, using his ‘Lieutenant voice’ as Connor has called it over a dozen times now.

Hank took his time entering the house, extending out this little game. He hung up his coat and gave himself a once over in the front hallway mirror. He looked tired as hell. The bags under his eyes were darkening as the day went on, but he showered yesterday so his hair doesn't look greasy and his beard is only a little overgrown right now. Convinced he looked ‘good enough’, he continued through the entry way, skidding to a hard stop before even a toe could cross the threshold of the kitchen.

Yup, its official, I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack.

Because Connor is standing with his back to him in front of the stove, in Hank’s Knights of the Black Death Band Tee from 2027, and nothing else. That was confirmed a second later when Connor reached up to add time on the microwave and Hank could easily make out the matching half moons of the androids bare ass.

Hank’s hand reached out and slapped the doorway trim to steady himself.

“Jesus fucking Christ Connor...” he scolded.

Connor turned around then, a huge shit-eating grin on his face as he held out his spatula and blinked up at Hank innocently. He looked down at the borrowed, oversized shirt on his tall lean frame.

“I hope you don’t mind Hank, my clothes are in the washer. I can take it off, if it bothers you.”

Nope. Connor better fucking not. Because if he does that, Hank’s heart will stop. He’s just barely holding it together now.

“It’s not you wearing it that bothers me,” Hank groans, unable to tear his eyes from the bottom hem of the time-worn shirt, just waiting for the moment Connor moved enough to show him more of that beautiful cock he already got an eyeful of today.

Connor’s previously flirtaious face was suddenly replaced with worry.

“I didn’t mean to genuinely upset you Hank, I’m-”

But before Connor could misunderstand Hank further, he was stopping Connor’s apology.

“You’re not wearing anything under that shirt.”

It wasn't a question.

The side of Connor’s face began to raise again in amusement, understanding Hank now.

“Nope.”

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rodolfoparras · 6 hours

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Back on my oc shit ✊😞 god if you can hear me

I can definitely see Price getting pissed off because he just came back from hanging out with some friends, but he's drunk as fuck and is trying to type in a code but keeps pressing the wrong shit because hes got big fingers and the buttons are a bit small and is just

🧍‍♂️🎥 "one of you boys needs to get the fuck out here and let me in" at the cameras until someone comes out and escorts him inside (it will not be Ghost, because he thinks it's funny as fuck)

It's probably Gaz and/or Everett that does tbh, helps the old man inside and gets him all washed up and in his jammies (probably fucks him good for good measure) and then tucks his ass into someone's bed, he's out like a light fs

Everett is a huge cuddle bug when you get close enough to him. So lots of the time, if you're looking for him, you should be looking for whoever's in their room because good chance he's with them in bed

Also they do absolutely fight of parking spots, you're right, sometimes they park in each other's spots just to be petty. Finished Ghost's favorite cereal? Fuck you and your parking spot

Soap's got furr enemies because in the 2009 MW, in Captain Soap's journal, he talks about hating dogs and having a fear of them. So Ghost's pup Riley and Everett's pup are his biggest opps sometimes.

Both dogs are very well trained, so he'll slowly grow civil with them, they help him overcome that fear the longer they're all together, but he still doesn't like them much

Prefers Everett's little fluff balls, a mainecoon and a Norwegian forest cat (they're not little at all but they love Soap because he spoils them)

Once they're all retired, I don't think Everett would use a mask much at home, definitely when he goes out but at home he's pretty okay going without it, Roach and Ghost too. But sometimes Everett will probably wear his bunny balaclava for funsies

If he carries anything in the ears, it's probably lighters or chapstick

Weed smoker 100% after retirement, he gets really bad pains in his face sometimes from the piece of shrapnel and smokes to relieve it, probably smokes with Roach and Soap. The others may or may not join, probably depends on if they're still in the military or not

The boys do call him bunny and bun bun and other cute bunny pet names because they think it's cute 😞 man's a war criminal and missing his eye but he's his boys' bunny

Nsft headcanons 🤭...

(poly141 petplay when?!) ((Everett would probably dress up in white lingerie with bunny ears and a rabbits tail plug because Soap joked about it once and wanted to surprise his boys))

Lots of high and/or drunk sex, they've got so much left over energy now they focus it on each other. Get Everett high, and he's rubbing his pussy on whoever's closest to him

Sex between Everett and Soap is very sweet most of the time in my head, they're both scared of losing the ability to communicate with one another (Soap becoming hoh and Everett going partially blind) and so they're very sweet with each other, lots of cuddle sex, they take good care of one another

They all love to ruin their captain and lieutenant 🫡

4v2 fr, Gaz, Soap, Roach, and Everett all jumping Ghost and Price and melting their brains

Idk if you've ever seen those women who fuck men back?? Like the woman is standing and holding the man's legs against him and then riding him like that?? Idk if that's the best way to describe it, BUT Everett does that to whoever's cis in the polycule, especially if it's Ghost or Price, loves to dominate those two

I could probably go on for way too long about these guys...... Someone's gotta put me down, bruh

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Hello I’m kicking my legs and twirling my hair bc fucking price to sleep is a dream yes he’s an old man yes he’ll happily let you fuck him while he sleeps yes he gets lazily half way into riding and wants you to take over for him yes he’ll claim he doesn’t like being pampered bc he’s a “grown man for Christ sake “ but if you happen to forget to make tea for him at night like you usually do or you won’t offer him to put his cold feet onto you he’ll be huffing and puffing

May I also have a cuddle ses with Everett it’s been a rough day my friends 🧎🏻‍♂️

Wait I absolutely love them having petty fights like arguing over silly things like how someone (soap) ended up turning half of the white t shirts into baby pink and he’s like what pink looks great on ghost and Everett 😭

Oh no I forgot soap was a wee bit scared 😭 but also soap having some moments where he’s like “you’re cool…sometimes” to the dogs 😭

Soap having little tea parties with the kitties and talking shit about dogs and the cats are just blinking at him and he’s like exactly!

Everett wearing his bunny mask jst bc he secretly loves when the rest of the guys coo at him

I see price tryinf weed once and being all grumpy about the headache he got and how he’s too old for all this nonsense hallucinations he’s seeing 😭

Oh hello Everett and price dryhumping idk I just see price as someone who absolutely loves doing it especially with a couple of drinks in him

Soap and Everette finding their own ways to communicate just in case something happens 🧎🏻‍♂️

Oh I’ve definitely seen that maybe even imagined pricr doing it to me but that’s another discussion 😞

#alec answers #🐧 anon

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