#holy shit anon

[eikotheblue]

Being opposed to incest is ableist, because the primary reason people oppose it is the high chance that any resulting children will have genetic abnormalities. Condemning incest is basically the same as saying that people with genetic disorders don't deserve to exist, if you think about it <-an example of an opinion someone could have

You ever just receive a nuke in your inbox???

#hot anon takes #holy shit anon #uh #incest cw #something cw

[thesungod]

i am a big fan of dark and angsty shit and the idea that apollo died In Chaos and the whole epilogue being a hallucination of him wanting to see the people who helped him tickles my brain. it makes the scene with artemis and meg So Much sadder. and To Be Honest, there’s really nothing in canon that can invalidate that little hc (mostly because there isn’t much canon material after that but also like. TSATS kinda..)

#HOLY SHIT ANON #ask #trials of apollo

[blondeforyou]

You are like eggs bennie for breakfast.

Delicious. Good for the soul. Good for the body. Served hot.

You are like eggs bennie for breakfast.

Late to rise but I would hold off on breakfast for the chance to spend brunch with you.

Like eggs bennie for breakfast,

You are multifaceted, versatile and interesting.

Like eggs bennie for breakfast,

I want to eat you. 😳💦🍽️

ANON IT IS A TUESDAY

(swoon swoon swoon heart eyes)

#anonymoose #answered #holy shit anon #softcore eggs

[jasontoddsguns]

New Idea: Ever hear of the fraternity toaster? You sleep with 5+ guys in the same fraternity they'll give you a toaster as a present: Let's do the same with the Bat Family. If you can successfully sleep with 3+ members of the Bat family they'll give you a Wayne Enterprise's certificate and idk a stuffed bat or something. Since everyone gets tossed around in this family and their favorite sexual partners happen to be their siblings sloppy seconds.

#dc #asks #inbox #anon #batman #bruce wayne #holy shit anon #what the fuck is this #(it is funny tho)

[eupheme]

I have an alfred thot. I cant stop thinking about his first time with his woman, and shes not ready for how thick and heavy he is but she wants it so much. And hes got his tip pressed against her and he can feel her clench, but hes cooing that theyve got all night and he needs to make sure she feels all of him. And how he presses in by the inch, but draws away to show her how shes creaming on him and he smears it all around his shaft and presses in just a bit more deeply the next time and hes like ‘youve got to get me ready just as much as ive got to get you ready, dove.’ And shes all cjaicjja and hes like ‘just like your pretty mouth, youve got to suck when i push, angel.’ And shes 😵‍💫 and he wont give her all of him until shes coming around just his tip

asksidkskj ahhhhhhhh!!!!-

(anon this flattened me) (I wish I had anything worthy to add but I don’t I’m just like 😳 sitting here reading this) (other than shouting about how good the teasing and the gentleness and the easing in and out is, and omg using her to slick himself up as I imagine she’s just panting/begging beneath him - god what a great thot, thank you so much for sending this to me)

#holy shit anon #maybe this fucked me up on a cellular level #alfred pennyworth x reader #alfred pennyworth smut #anons #eupheme answers

[singular-ghost-sound]

fast fingers very fast fingers

Every time I get some one of these, my brain automatically does the Winnie the Pooh,

̡̧̨̧̫̮͉̥͍̳͔̺̮͎̼̞͚̮̤̲̯̹͕͚͖̮̤͈̣̃̃̍̌͂̌̈́͑͒̌È̸̡͈̳͉̮͕̟̗̟̗̪͎̹̝͚̻̩͉̺̗̼͛͑̀̽͒͂̓Ĺ̶̛̰̔̿̃̾̃́̄̆̑̂͑̀̒̌̔͆̇̈́̇͋́̍̀̃̅L̵̢̜͖̻̥̘̯̙͛͋̎̄́̽̍̾̿͌͛͗̊́̃͛͒̀͊̐̏̋̍̕͝͝Ọ̶̣̞̦̞̱̩̫͖̥̹̬̭͓͖̳̭̣̭͒̀͛͑̆̈̊̊̊̆̄̈́͆͊͗̈́́́̈́́̓̈́̚͜͠

Meme that went around

#shitpost #text post #ghost sounds #anon ask #holy shit anon

[reveromantique]

(touch meme) The hand is black. It is clawed. And it traces the scar across his face with a slow, relishing deliberateness. The woman - the Sorceress - that it is attached to is unseen, but oh, she is present. The touch ripples with magic, and it seems like forever before that single claw traces down Seifer's cheek. Down to his chin. Under it, lifting it up upwards to look up at a demon that by all means should no longer exist. "Did you really think you would be rid of me forever?"

The hand is black. It is clawed.

It descends out of nothing, like every nightmare he's ever had since the war ended, and caresses his face like a lover. And Seifer, oh, god, he leans into the touch instinctively, a trained reflex before he realizes what's happening.

I'm dreaming. This isn't real. This can't be real.

But she lifts his chin, nail digging into flesh, and he stares into the darkness as her voice comes out of the shadows, unseen and there.

This can't be real.

This isn't happening.

He wants to reach, to smack away her hand, or sever it at the wrist. But there are shards of her magic still buried in him, and shards of his buried in hers. He is a loyal knight. A willing servant.

Seifer wants to run screaming, but even pulling his head back, away from her touch is like swimming through molasses, the entire world slowed down to nothing.

Please, no.

"Don't--" and he doesn't know what to tell her; every nerve in his body wants to run to her, and away at the same time, an obedient, terrified lapdog.

"Don't touch me--"

#holy SHIT anon #i love you #idk who you are but i love you

[stormyoceans]

Holy shit your tags on the vp initials post. I need to see vegaspete wearing wedding rings now. I am escalating about this. I absolutely need vegas' whole world and his worth revolve around pete and being his husband. I want vegas to always play with his own ring. I want him to kiss petes fingertips and to take petes fingers in his mouth when they have sex so his tongue can play with petes ring. I want him to be extremely careful with his ring but also to never take it off. I want pete to kneel before him and lick the blood of vegas' hand and his ring when he's done torturing some lowlife. I want them to be absolutely boundlessly each other's and I want them to revel in showing that to the world.

IM NOT EVEN KIDDING WHEN I SAY I'VE JUST SPENT THE PAST 30 MINUTES TRYING TO FIND A SINGLE COHERENT THING TO ADD TO THIS AND FAILING BECAUSE NOT ONLY IT'S ALREADY PERFECT BUT IT ALSO MADE ME LOSE ALL OF MY HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS I JUST

"I want him to kiss petes fingertips and to take petes fingers in his mouth when they have sex so his tongue can play with petes ring"

YEAH

"I want pete to kneel before him and lick the blood of vegas' hand and his ring when he's done torturing some lowlife"

YEAH

"I want them to be absolutely boundlessly each other's and I want them to revel in showing that to the world"

Y E A H

#AND FOR MY NEXT MAGIC TRICK I WILL BE PASSING AWAY #HOLY SHIT ANON #I JUST #YEAH #I'LL BE REREADING THIS EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #USING ALL THE TAGS BECAUSE I NEED EVERYONE TO SEE WHAT ANON WROTE #m: ask

[twyz]

tiff’s dad kinda looks like james march from AHS hotel 😋/lh

WAIT WHY ARE YOU SO RIGHT????

#twyz #holy shit anon

[who-is-shades]

*Headphones fall gracefully and slowly from the sky infront of Shades, constantly playing "Deltarune the (not) Musical - BIG SHOT ft. @ JunoSongs and @ Tenebrismo" on loop, with no actual connection to anything and infinite power.

. . .

ok.

#shades #utdr rp #holy shit anon

[munsonsduchess]

Her marriage is NOT open. Her and her husband agree they will get a divorce if either cheats, they are against polyamory etc.. Originally she wanted me and the dude to get together, then kind of developed a crush on him. Then me and the dude made out. Fun. Then she got kind of upset and I was like oops.

I will say she messaged him prior to me making out with him late at night when he would be drunk. And he's a flirty dude. She had me read all the messages cause she "may be looking into it". And basically my thought was he was def a little flirty, but it was on the edge of is he flirting or is he being nice or is he joking. It never crossed a line except for one instance that was DEFINITELY flirting that SHE initiated. But then that stopped, it only occurred for 2 weeks. And then I made out with the dude a few months later.

And then immediately after she was kind of pissed. Then she was ok with it. And I was like bet, sorry babe, won't happen again. Cause I hate making my friend upset. He never flirted with her again after me and him made out, so I dont really know if he was intentionally flirting or if he was being charismatic or what. Now she claims she talked to the dude and told him she cares for him like a brother and he responded positively and was like "good! You're like a little sister to me!" And she was happy and says she doesn't have feelings for him anymore. I was like cool ok, but then she is saying he isnt the right guy for me and is trying to set me up with the guy's friend, when I didnt even ask for that??? I was like uh babes, if I want to hook up with someone I'll find my own guy? Also, kinda weird you want me with his best friend? (If you get with the best friend of a guy it ruins your chances of getting with the guy??)

I dont even know this dude well, we were just making out cause we had been flirty, we were both single, and we had been drinking. Don't plan on doing again, though I know she is having a party coming up and I know we will both be there so :/

I was reading all of this like “oh my god” “oh my god!” “OH MY GOD!”

This is enough drama for a lifetime right here. I mean it’s good that they resolved things? Kind of?

This whole story is wild from start to finish tho and I’m laid up here in bed literally drinking tea and reading this like it’s a gossip sheet.

#anon #duchess answers questions 💌 #this was insane from start to finish #holy shit anon

[ahdriking]

KPV anon is here to stay. Just know I appreciate you so much and now all my kinn/Porsche/Vegas thoughts are here to stay. Lowkey reimagined ep4 end is that kinn knowing it was Vegas drugging Porsche & it's a fucked up game he's played before. Kinn gets Porsche in the shower & sobered up & when they get back into the bedroom Vegas is chilling on the bed, watching them 😈 or ep7 if kinn didn't come into the bathroom guns out & just stood back & waited to see if Porsche would kiss Vegas back 💀

YOURE SO VALID and i thank you for these delicious thoughts holy SHIT.

Those two... reimagined scenes.. are doing things to me...

#they really really are #i wish i was feeling more verbose because #holy shit anon #i would run away with those #vegaskinnporsche

[angelus-tenebrae]

😶 + Have you ever had thought of pleasuring the one who created you?

Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it

He couldn't even speak. Trying to process what was just asked. Pleasure his creator? He covered his mouth as a sick feeling rose up. Made even worse by the emotional torment he had suffered from earlier.

"No... I've never..."

This was all too much. Yami collapsed. Dizzy. Overwhelmed.

"Why... Why would I...? You can't just..."

Deep breaths.

He needed to take deep breaths. But it wasn't the first time Yami had been asked questions like this. Was someone spreading lies about their relationship? How many people thought they were a thing?

"It's not... Like that."

#divine flames #post doma #grey monsters #holy shit anon

[chloesimaginationthings]

WAKE UP,

HAIKU BOT JUST REBLOGGED ONE OF YOUR COMICS

BLESSED BY HAIKU BOT ONCE AGAIN

(here’s the post)

#ask reply #HAIKU BOT I LOVE YOU #holy shit Michael Afton haiku #genuinely the funniest thing it could of reblogged #thank you for telling me anon I would of definitely missed this otherwise #Haiku bot is a canon Michael Afton fan 💜 #makes sense robots love Michael

[becca-e-barnes]

I need more of needy Bucky who loses control from the feeling of being inside your pussy. I need him to fuck me like a rag doll and to carry me over his shoulder around the house like his personal flesh light.

Fuck, this has always been one of my very favourites to write. I really like to imagine that he struggles to last but he can keep going after he finishes 🙈 it's my lil filthy fantasy

But imagine spending the morning in bed with him. You both wake up around 6am and you spend the first little while just touching and chatting before a couple of hours of sex. Now it's maybe around 11am and after lying there together for a while, you're both in the mood for something to eat.

You pull a robe around you and that's just about as much as you manage before Bucky's scooped you up, carrying you to the kitchen.

"You don't need to carry me everywhere!" You tease, remembering that he'd carried you up the stairs to bed last night too.

"I know. But. Carrying you means. I. Can put you. Exactly. Where. I want you." He peppers kisses over your face and neck, tenderly capturing your bottom lip between his before he sets you up on the kitchen countertop.

There's no point arguing with him so you sit there quite happily. He makes up a quick pancake mix, washes some berries from the fridge, preps the coffee machine and sets the little dining table for the two of you.

Somewhere in between, you got a little distracted, perched on the counter scrolling on your phone. You hadn't noticed the way he's looking at you.

He's so caught up in the little things; the way the light hits your shoulder, the curve of your hips, the way the silhouette of your nipples are visible against the satin robe.

"Look at you, sitting there all sweet like your cunt isn't so fucking full of me."

That's got your attention.

You squirm a little, your body fluttering at how shamelessly vulgar he's being but nothing's stopping you from doing the same.

You spread your legs, exposing the slick mess coating your inner thighs. It's a mixture of your own arousal and Bucky's cum, dripping out of your sensitive cunt.

Your fingertips trail lazily over your exposed sex, your skin glistening in the natural light before you bring your fingers to your own lips, sucking them clean, giving him a little bit of a show.

"Tastes amazing, sweetheart." You groan, noticing the growing bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms. "But I lost track of how many times you came inside me this morning. You came so deep, most of your cum won't have dripped out yet. Bet I'm still totally stuffed full."

He sinks to his knees in no time, settling his head between your thighs, breathing in the faint smell of your arousal. His tongue presses flat to your sex, trailing from your hole to your clit and back, gathering as much of your combined release as possible.

He groans, low and pathetic, allowing his tongue to dip inside you as deep as he can bury it. He savours every drop of cum he earns back from your body.

When his tongue alone isn't enough, he slips a finger into you, followed quickly by a second, curling them against your sensitive inner wall.

"Bucky baby, please don't make me cum again." You groan, your fingers tangled in his dark hair but you know he's not giving you that choice. Not when his free hand is furiously stroking his own cock, desperate to ensure that when he's finished licking his cum out of you, he can flood your cunt with another load.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #needy!bucky #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes smut #I've gotten so into Scandal again recently #I'm so so so into Mellie #holy shit that woman is stunning #I'd be so tempted to write some shamelessly filthy Mellie x reader #I like Fitz too but just imagine THE COMPETITION #right no I actually HATE picking a colour for a pedi #I get a gel pedi every few weeks and I really need colour suggestions #Last time I got a sparkly red #the time before I got white with a pearly kind of shimmer on top #I've liked both but I'm so bad at picking a colour #I know neons are usually safe in summer but I don't think I'd like neons on me #open to any other suggestions tbh

[moongreenlight]

I love your work about the 141 gossiping about Ghost, love the concept of him having a “secret wife”.

Please please please write more with “secret wife y/n”, I beg of you. 🙏🏻

ANYTHING FOR YOU, ANON. <3 Ghost and secretwife!reader are my sweet babies I love them so much.

Tw: blond Simon & smiling Simon. Read at your own risk.

If there’s one thing Gaz knows how to do, it’s shut the fuck up. And if there was ever a time to employ that skill, it was now. Now after he’d been frozen watching the two of you reunite after a close call. After he’d discovered your dirty little secret. Suddenly feeling like Icarus after flying too close to the sun. Hurtling back down to earth. He was certain that when he moved there would be a crater under his feet where his stomach dropped.

He’d gone so green that another nurse came up and gently tugged on his arm to see if he was alright. He snapped his jaw shut, nodding and mumbling something that didn’t sound anywhere near reassuring. But he forced himself to leave the medbay. Left the two of you behind the curtain, where in his final glance back he saw that your feet were still neatly on top of Ghost’s big boots. Pushed up on your toes to be able to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He made some excuse not to meet with you that evening. Could barely look you in the eye when you caught him in the hall, looking significantly more cheery than you had been that morning. You pried, asking if he was alright, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand, but he claimed the stress of their mission had just hit him and he really needed to sleep.

It took him weeks to get over the initial shock. Couldn’t stand next to Ghost during conditioning. Made a point of sitting catty-corner to him during meetings and in transit so he had the least chances of accidentally catching his eye. Feeling like he’d deeply bastardized the idea of ‘Ghost.’ Blurred the lines between the man Gaz knew and the man he was in private.

He tried to reason with himself. Keep it fresh in his mind that he’d seen the signs, just hadn’t been able to fully connect the dots by himself. And it was an accident. He’d never intentionally pry into either of your personal lives like that. It wasn’t in his character. There was nothing innately wrong with the two of you hiding a marriage. Probably would have been an HR nightmare. Gotten both of you re-stationed. He was certain you both had a good reason to hide it. And there was no better person to find out than him. He’d actually be able to keep it a secret. Soap would immediately run his mouth. Get on the intercoms and scream the news as loud as he could. Price would pull the both of you aside and try to have some heart-to-heart. Not that it wouldn’t have been nice, it just would have felt too forced. Wouldn’t have served any real purpose.

So eventually he gets over it. Never pressed you about your marriage again, and you never seemed too keen on following up his request from months ago. The dust settles in his mind. He shelves the information like an old book. Life goes on.

And then the weather turns. Starts getting colder. The first few weeks of cold after summer where the wind stings a little more. Finds it’s way through jackets and uniforms a little more artfully. Soldiers are catching ill and passing it around like it’s a competition of who can infect the entire base. The medbay is busy, but a different kind of busy than summer when it’s an optimal time to see missions through.

The medics are tasked with rounding up all the soldiers on base and issuing flu vaccines to hopefully prevent further spread. You trudge to Price’s office in the early morning. He notices you look a little pale. The rims of your eyes and tip of your nose are blotchy. A gentle shade of pink that he assumes is from the weather or the cold you were bound to catch. You chat for a bit, catch up because you haven’t had the opportunity for a few weeks. Let him know that he and the boys need to make their way to the bay for their shots at some point.

You feel a little woozy. Pressing into his doorframe for support, white-knuckling it to keep yourself from swaying in your spot. He looks a little concerned. Asks if you need to take a few days away to recoup. You wave him off, tell him it’s nothing you can’t handle, but he insists on walking you back to medbay. And he’s glad he did because on the short walk back you find yourself having to duck into a dark meeting room so you can vomit into a trash can.

He keeps a steadying arm wrapped around your waist when you stumble back out into the hall. Shaking his head when you profusely apologize. Slowing his normally long strides so you were comfortable. Gently lets you down on your own cot and instructs you to stay where you are while he goes to find a few other doctors that can delegate your work for the day between them so you can have the day off.

He sends you home despite your protest. You’d already gotten your color back. Claimed you must’ve had something off to eat. He wasn’t having it. Said he wouldn’t have his best doctor spreading sick because she’s too stubborn to get off her feet for a few hours. He’s a bit more stern than usual because he knows you won’t listen otherwise, but he brings you a ginger ale and sits next to your bed until you’ve finished it.

Later that day, when he and the boys finally get around to the bay for vaccines, he notices the way Ghost’s eyes dart around like he was looking for something. His shoulders tensing when he sees your station empty, and moments after he’s taken his shot, Price sees that he’s slunk off to a corner to make a phone call.

He doesn’t think much of it. He’s been trying to give Ghost some space. So he just shrugs it off. Let’s him finish up whatever he’s doing before they get back to work.

The boys have gotten in the habit of taking a week off as the snow melts. Just before Spring brings rain and the soft buds of new leaves on the trees. Unofficial tradition proposed early on to have a few more days rest before things inevitably picked up again. Usually gave the boys time to kick off to visit family or get some well needed time away from base. Get in a well needed break because God knew they wouldn’t be able to for the foreseeable future.

Soap finds himself a little North of Manchester in his time off. Went out to see his godparents in Bolton for a couple days before getting back up to Iverness to see his parents. Meandering through a supermarket to pick up a bottle of wine for his godmother and a bottle of bourbon for himself. Could have sworn he saw Simon turning a corner at the end of the aisle. Chalked it up to a trick of the light. Seeing things after months of close quarters with his L.T.

But then he saw the man again. Stood in line at the butcher’s counter. No mask, but the same crooked nose and cropped blond hair. Same scar hooking his jaw. Swapped out his uniform and gear for a thick leather jacket, white shirt, and a pair of jeans. Would have been unrecognizable if Johnny didn’t know him so well.

He was about to head over to say hello. Make some wise crack about Ghost missing him too much, but he was stilled for a moment when a woman approached Simon. Pushed her cart up next to him and nudged his side with her hip. Prompted him to give her a small smile- the only smile Soap had ever seen Simon grace anyone with. No teeth, just a curve of his lips, but it changed his face completely.

Ghost said something to the woman. She reached up to fuss with the collar of his jacket. Johnny saw her shoulders shake slightly and heard the quiet tinkling sound of her laughter. Completely shell shocked. So imagine his surprise when the woman turned away from Ghost and it was you. Only you looked wildly different. He knew your face well enough, but after almost six months not going to the medbay on a weekly basis, something had changed.

Even wearing an oversized sweatshirt he could see the way it pulled taught against your swollen belly. Saw the way your arm was cradling it like second nature. He didn’t even realize that the bottle of wine had slipped from his fingers until he watched Simon’s head snap toward the sound. Ears perked. Tense like he’d suddenly flashed onto the battlefield. His eyes went wild for a moment as he scanned the busy aisle, calmed only a degree when he found you.

It’s like that Spider-Man meme where the three of them meet and point at each other. Johnny’s smiling sheepishly (for once), your jaw is dropped in surprise, and Simon is glaring daggers at Johnny like somehow it was his fault that you were all in the same place at once. You’re the first one to move. Rushing up to him as quickly as you could- now moving a bit awkwardly with the disproportionate weight of your pregnancy on your front. Asking if he was alright. Grabbing his hands to make sure the glass hadn’t cut him.

Simon tailed you like a hulking shadow. Glowering down at Soap something fucking ferocious. Didn’t even give him time to tell you he was fine. Pulling you back behind his arm by the wrists with a kind of gentleness Johnny had never known the L.T. to possess. You twisted your face in displeasure, batting his hands away and stepping back out from behind the wall that was your husband. Ignoring the wine and the soft crunch of glass under your shoes.

And to Soap’s absolute bafflement, Simon stood down. Didn’t try to yank you back, didn’t voice his protest, just drew his mouth into a hard line and let you push past him. He was speechless. For what well may have been the first time in his life, John MacTavish had no words. Couldn’t apologize for the mess. Couldn’t crack a joke. Couldn’t even say hello. He was pure dead at a loss.

Somehow, he allowed you to guide him away from the mess he’d made- staining the waxed tile a muted crimson even after the disgruntled looking employee came over to mop it up. Found his voice in your tugging him along after you and Simon to the checkout where you insisted you’d pay for the bottle of bourbon he’d managed not to send careening to the ground. Tried to tell you no, but you’d already sent it down the belt. And by the time you’d rooted through your purse in search of your card, Simon had already finished paying and was tucking his wallet into his back pocket.

Shuffled out with the two of you into the car park. Making a point of putting distance between himself and Simon who was pushing the cart with one hand and had the other planted firmly on the small of your back. Always walking on the side of oncoming traffic.

Johnny tried to keep up with your conversation. Asking him about his break. Where he was staying and for how long. How had he been. But it was tense. He could feel Ghost’s eyes on the back of his head. Burning through him. Making him feel like he had a target tacked to his skull.

He said a quick goodbye when Ghost helped you into the passenger seat of your car. You said you’d see him soon enough, said if he had any extra time before they went back he’d have to come by for dinner. Simon closed the door before you could say anything else. Looking monumentally irked.

The two men stood in suffocating silence while Simon unloaded the groceries into the trunk. Johnny tried to ignore the glinting of the silver band on the L.T’s finger. Caught the light every time he set a new bag in the back. A little unsure if he was being dismissed or if Ghost was just waiting until he was certain you wouldn’t hear the lashing he was bound to receive.

But it all stayed relatively calm. Maybe the eye of the hurricane. Simon pushed the bottle of bourbon into his chest before swinging the trunk shut.

“Appreciate if you’d keep this between us.”

Ghost spoke first, the words sounding a bit sticky in his throat- like they didn’t want to come out.

“‘Course.”

Johnny’s voice wasn’t much better. Both of them shifted on their feet. Not use to this kind of conversation. Uncomfortable being pushed from their usual dynamic.

Simon just nodded, moving to push the cart back to the corral. Johnny followed.

“How long you been keepin’ this in?”

“Which bit.”

His response was flat.

“Dinnae, L.T. Seems yer a man o’ mystery these days.”

Soap prodded, unable to help himself. A smile crept into his voice.

“Don’t push it.”

Simon bit back.

“Bonnie thing for a brute like you.”

“Johnny.”

“Looks ready’ta pop.”

A harsh sigh from Ghost. He reached into his jacket pocket like he was going for a cigarette. Tightening his jaw when his hand showed back up empty. He hummed his agreement.

“Few months.”

They’d reached Johnny’s car by this point. Just a few rows over in the car park. Stood by his driver’s side door shuffling their feet once more.

“Ken it’ll turn out like you?”

He couldn’t help but ask. Never pictured Ghost the fatherly type, but the idea was growing on him now that it’d been planted in his mind.

“Hope not.”

Simon gruffed back. Johnny snorted.

“Boy o’ girl?”

This earned him a nasty look, but he figured he was in deep enough as it was. No harm in asking.

“Girls.”

#this had me giiiiiiiiiggling and kicking my feet anon thank you #self indulgent dad!simon fluff #picturing him with twin baby girls I’m tearing my hair out holy shit #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #secret wife