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This is a NEED.

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

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friendly reminder since discourse is happening and peepaw is tired:

this is okay to reblog. in fact, i highly encourage it.

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I can imagine you getting home from work or running errands and the house is empty. You call out “Riley?” and the sweetest German shepherd pops out, holding his squeaky toy in his mouth, followed by a tall and broad military man.

“Yes, love?”

this popped into my head and I just love dog Riley and Simon Riley

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I CAN OFFICIALLY DIE NOW HE NOTICED ME

The only next step is to become best friends. SCOTLAND FOREVER 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🫡

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cw. simon riley x gender neutral reader. pure fluff! unedited.

after taking a bullet to the shoulder, simon was sent to a hospital on base for some rest. he hated hospitals. especially for a minor injury.

he noticed you immediately. a new nurse, always seeming slightly stressed yet with a small smile always.

you also took notice of simon fast. nobody ever visited him. ever. which made you so sad. you started spending your spare time with him, chatting with him and always asking him about himself.

at first, he was suspicious and dry. barely responded. mostly listened to you yap about your day. he couldn’t say he hated it.

over his few days stay, you became the best part of his day. one day, as he ate his tasteless hospital lunch, you came to eat with him.

“how is it?” you asked softly, sipping your coffee.

simon nearly rolled his eyes, “shitty.” he answered.

you felt bad. he was a lonely guy eating shitty food whilst trapped in a shitty, bland hospital. so, you tried your best to bring him a little joy.

the next day, you brought him a home cooked meal for lunch. you hoped he’d like it, having spent a lot of time working on it.

when you handed it to him, he didn’t have much of a reaction. or so it seemed. inside, his heart swelled for the first time in years.

simon thanked you, enjoying the meal alongside your company. he loved your cooking, yet it was almost too embarrassing for him to admit.

the day he left, you decided to be brave. you asked for any contact information he had.

years later, you cooked a meal for him nearly everyday. he still loves your cooking, just as much as the day he first tried it.

masterlist! | comments and reblogs appreciated! | this is very loosely based off how i met my husband lol

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y’all wanna talk with me about the first time price cums in his pants with you? embarrassed because he hasn’t done it since he was a teenager and now he’s nearly 40. but shit if you don’t make him feel like a horny teen again

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Found the movie for movie night 🤭 no one question it if you hear squelching at some point, it was the wind. (No it wasn’t)

Barry Sloane as Eddie Wells in Passenger (2024)

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Sparring with Kyle/Gaz ;)

Summary: you see kyle sparring with Soap and he calls you over for a turn

Kyle x female reader

Warnings: sexual content MDNI (18+)

Words: 2.9k

ENJOY!!! (I have more ideas for this, if an extension is wanted :) )

You were sweaty and gross, your muscles ached and urged you to rest but you’re determined to ingrain this strategy into your head until it’s muscle memory. You’ve been in the training room for two hours now, the floorplan of the short walls/barriers/tires/cement blocks committed to memory. Your gray tank top is now turned black, your baby hairs stick to your forehead, and every few minutes you feel the tickle of sweat dripping down your lower back. You crouch behind a large piece of plywood for cover as the imaginary terrorists shoot at you and you routinely reload your gun. You’ve been trying to perfect this routine for the last hour and half, and your pride won’t allow you to leave unless you get it perfect seeing as this exact routine is why Kyle’s arm has four new stitches from your last excursion. 

The last mission Price had ordered for everyone to split up to cover more ground, you and Kyle were set to search the north side of the warehouse together. It was expected for there to be a couple of casualties but booby traps were not accounted for. In short, you headed up a set of stairs with Kyle directly behind you when you heard the hollow thump of your boot on the hardwood floor before you had mere seconds to lean out of the way of a knife swinging down towards your chest. Your sudden movement caught Kyle’s attention but not quite quick enough before the knife made quick work of his bicep. Thankfully, it wasn’t too deep to require him to take time off or anything like that but still, Simon's reckless driving to the med bay, followed by four stitches, was not exactly on his calendar for that day. 

Regardless of how miniscule the injury actually was, you had made a mistake and it ended up hurting one of your teammates, even worse it being Kyle of all people. You can’t help but think if the knife had hit somewhere more severe or if even the weapon were more severe. Mere inches and Kyle could’ve had a knife in his arm instead of grazing it and that’s enough to start a downward spiral of self-deprecating thoughts that you don’t have the energy to entertain right now. But he’s so kind and understanding, you know he wouldn’t be mad at you but you also know how seriously he takes his job regardless of how easy or difficult a mission is expected to be. He’s human, a beautiful human, but still he makes mistakes just like the rest of us, you remind yourself.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a soft spot for him, you knew it as soon as you’d joined the task force. You never gave men's attractiveness too much thought in your regular life but as soon as you saw his dark brown eyes and beautiful mocha skin, you genuinely thought he was the most handsome man you’ve probably ever seen. If he even looked at you for too long you’d feel the blood rush to your cheeks nevermind having to work closely alongside him. It had taken a couple months for you to perfect your look of stoicism when you were around him all to hide the fact that the first thing you did when you closed the door to your personal quarters was blush and giggle like a schoolgirl replaying your interactions with him from the day over in your head. You still remember the first time you and him were put on sniper watch together, just you and him on the roof of a carefully selected building in the cold, late hours of a night in Russia. You had spotted something about 130 meters out and turned with your sniper winking through the scope, the movement caused your hips to lightly push against his side and you stayed there all while pretending you didn’t even notice. You acted like you couldn’t feel the heat radiating from his side to yours, almost jealous of his blood circulation. After a long time of waiting for nothing to happen you two had shared a little conversation and some banter but that was it before Price was calling a success and you all headed back to base camp. Some would call it nothing but you think about those memories as if it’s your favorite movie. 

The lights of the training room flicker and remind you of what you were doing before you were so distracted by thoughts of a certain someone, realizing how long you’ve been distracted and how good it feels to sit, you dejectedly call it a day. You sloppily collect your things and slug your bag over your shoulder and head for the exit. Laughter can be quietly heard through the door and as you push it open to reveal the rest of the gym, you can easily see who the laughter belongs to. It seems Johnny and Kyle have arrived at the gym and are sparring. Johnny overall has a physical advantage but Kyle is strategic and analytic with his hits. You walk to the exit of the gym doors unable to look away from the pair as if it were a car crash so to say. It feels wrong to stare but you can’t help but to look. To notice how the sweat soaks Kyle's dark hair, gleams over the back of his neck, to hear how heavy his breath is, how hot it probably is. How it would feel to be in Johnny’s position. To see the veins bulge in Kyle’s biceps in real time, how big he looks when he raises his shoulders, and how serious his face looks when he’s determined. You’re almost at the front door, your eyes on them still when Kyle throws Johnny to the floor, manages to slip under him and then wrap his bicep under the scots neck into a headlock. They thrash as one for a bit and Kyle takes the worst? Best? Opportunity to look around and see you standing there watching them. If your face wasn’t already red enough it sure would raise some questions now. He looks directly into your eyes and at first it almost seems like shock until it turns into a competitive smirk. Possibly an innocent look but the chain reaction of thoughts in your head it caused were everything but innocent. 

You turn quickly making your way to the door the only goal being to make it to your vibrator as soon as possible. You could already feel the slick between your folds as you walked, you needed to get home now. Distantly you hear tapping on the mats and soap say something about having enough of getting his ass beat, then a quieter smack which you assume is them dapping each other up going their separate ways. Mind clouded with arousal you almost miss whatever Kyle’s yelling about until you realize he’s calling your name. He’s calling for you…

Okay maybe this isn’t the best headspace to be in when a beautiful man is sweaty and hot and smells like pure testosterone and lead and is actively trying to talk to you. You finally turn and focus on him to see what exactly he’s calling you for. 

“Hey come ‘ere! You owe me an apology for this!” He calls while pointing at his bicep. You figure he’s right and currently your best response is to drop your head and tiredly make your way back to where he is and meet him on the mats.

“In my defense, I did apologize…I said it many times.” You say setting down your bag and taking off your shoes. It was kind of an unspoken rule not to wear shoes on the mats as it makes them filthy and socks prove for better, quicker mobility on them anyways. 

“Yea well here we are, aren’t we? And as far as I can tell, I have four stitches yet you’re somehow…spotless?” He speaks casually, you’d say that you detected a bit of a flirtatious lilt in there but Kyle doesn’t seem to be one to flirt with coworkers and it’s probably simply his competitive spirit happy to have kicked Johnny’s ass. 

You take a high swing around his ear level and he dodges easily, which is unsurprising to you. “C’mon lovie you got’a be faster than that '' He speaks lowly before dropping to the ground and sweeping your feet. Before you know it you’re in the exact same position Johnny was in just a few moments before. You feel his thick bicep wrap around your neck and his hot breath right beside your ear. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end out of fear yet also arousal.

You rub your thighs together as subtly as possible and Kyle pretends not to notice. You grip his forearm with your hands trying to pull his arm away from your neck, his grip isn’t life threatening but it’s tight enough to not give you any wiggle room. In a flash, you roll over onto your stomach, he has no choice but to follow and all of a sudden he’s on top of you and now it’s your turn to ignore his bulge pressed against your ass. Under his breath he mutters “Well this is certainly a change” right beside your ear and all of a sudden his smell is all around you, hints of cedar and coffee grounds, heavy with iron. He squeezes your legs together with his on either side of yours and it seems you’ve offered yourself more of a favor than an escape. You push back against him hard to cover it as an opportunity to get out of his hold and certainly not to unspokenly beg for something else is that general area. “Was this your plan all along?” He asks and you refuse to acknowledge what he’s implying. “My plan was to go home and shower.” He huffs as if to agree that his plans were similar. “But I couldn’t refuse your invitation.” You reply out of breath from being tossed around. You slowly stop thrashing and your body begins to relax a little and he does the same while slowly rocking forward.

“You’re quite strong for your size, if I wasn’t paying attention the sucker you threw might’ve been enough to knock me out.” He speaks quietly almost as if there’s not enough air in the room to allow him to be any louder. “I’d say the same but you already know you’re strong, there’s no use in inflating your ego any bigger than it already is.” You know it's a lie, Kyle isn’t a narcissistic person in any sense of the word but you’re hoping that just maybe if you keep talking he’ll keep inching his hips closer to yours and maybe his breath will get a little hotter for a different reason. He chuckles, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” So you both don’t but his point means nothing to you when he slowly removes his arm from your neck only to replace it with his hand. His palms are warm and his fingers are long, and you can’t help but arch your back into the touch. He looks down to see your ass mere inches from the hardon he’s sporting in his loose track pants. He wants this just as bad as you do and you have no idea how many nights he’s kept silent and simply dreamt about having you in this exact position. As much as he wants nothing more than to feel the heat radiating from between your thighs he wants you to initiate the connection, he knows the reputation of military men and even though he doesn’t see any signs of you discouraging him, he doesn’t want to assume anything. Safe for you, you can be impatient and this happens to be one of those times. You’re so close to getting what you’ve wanted for so long, shame is out the window, your brain is simply functioning on your arousal. You push your hips back and turn your head up and back to look at him. He outwardly groans seeing your face and finally getting some sort of friction between you two. “Kyle…please” You whine as he uses your throat to lightly grind his hips into yours, you’re sure there’s a wet spot showing through your pants. “Please what darling?” He asks and you just don’t have it in you to formulate any sort of sentence so you simply lean your shoulders down to the mats, deepen the arch in your back and reach a hand down between your hips and rub your fingers over the sensitive bud of nerves over the layers of your pants. “Look at you, is that all it takes or am I that special?” You can tell he’s just playing games to watch you struggle to say anything coherent and you’ll be damned if you do, damned if you don’t so fuck it. “Just for you Kyle. you’re the only one I want, i’ve ever wanted.” You huff struggling to focus on how good you’re feeling and how to get your point across. He uses his free hand to rub up your thigh to your hip around your ass. The lace of your thong peeks out of your pants and over your hips, he plays with the flimsy fabric as his free hand makes his way to your button and zipper. “Is this okay sweetheart?” He asks before you nodded excitedly for him to undo both. He slides his hand back over your hips and tucks his fingers in the belt loops of your pants. He uses the belt loops as leverage to slowly slide your pants over your hips and you hear him sigh longingly once the fabric is down to the back of your knees and he can see the mess you’ve made of yourself. “Need a little help there?” He asks again before he leans back over you and replaces your hand with his, his fingers are long enough to dip just the tips into your hole teasingly before bringing them back down to your clit. “I’ve waited far too long for you to tease me like this.” You gasp as his fingers draw slow circles around your clit with the confidence of a much sluttier man than he. “Well you’re not alone on that front, but with a woman as breathtaking as yourself, I think it’s only fair I take my sweet time savoring every moment.” He punctuates his sentence with a finger in your tight heat and you groan receiving a sliver of what you asked for, nevertheless grateful for even the small act.

You’re wet enough he could add another two fingers but he wants to take his time stretching you out for his cock. His fingers are long enough to almost reach your g-spot, you can feel him just graze it every other time he thrusts his fingers in you. You humm as he slowly turns his head to kiss around the lobe of your ear, small pecks to the edge of your jawline turning into gentle hickeys down to your collarbone. You moan when he nips your skin in a way that you’re sure will leave a mark. When you feel his teeth he shoves a second finger into your heat which makes you gasp. You sneakily reach a hand back to feel for his member and it doesn’t take long to find. He’s big, almost to his mid thigh, he’s hard as a brick too, pretty sure if he didn’t focus he’d cum the second he dipped the tip in. Which is why he wants you focused on cumming all down your thighs before you get worried about what’s between his. He speeds up his fingers curling them in a way that bumps your g-spot every single thrust, you become almost paralyzed with how good it feels. Your toes point and your grip tightens around his sweatpants pulling them down in the process, revealing his boxers which don’t leave much to the imagination. You’d be a lot more worried about seeing what you’ve done if you weren’t already so close to cumming. “Oh fuck Kyle, wait don’t stop- don’t..Uhn” You whine as you instinctively hold his wrist to keep him from going anywhere. You can feel the little ball of pleasure growing in your lower abdomen and everything Kyle is doing right now is only bringing you closer with each second. The way he’s huffing like he’s getting off on this too, how he almost sounds like he’s growling, how his teeth graze your neck in a way that makes you think he wants nothing more than to bite you. “C’mon love I know you’re gonna cum, I want to see it. I want to feel it dripping down my wrist, can you do that for me?” He mutters out and it’s exactly what you needed to just tip you over the edge. “Fuck yes yes, yes….huff yes” You call out as your vision turns white for a moment and your breath stills. “That’s it princess, that’s my girl.” You open your eyes again and slowly come down from that high, catching your breath again. He lets go of your neck and you roll over onto your with him still above you. You immediately find his eyes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Your saliva and tongues mix together in a messy perfect harmony. Despite cumming moments earlier, your hunger has barely been satiated. You still need more and he’s more than happy to give. 

“You ready for the real thing now?"

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Can you PLEEASSSE do something with Gaz/Kyle??? I love him so much and I struggle finding good fics about him T-T

A HOT AND STEAMY KYLE ONE SHOT COMING RIGHT UP!! TONIGHT ONLY, COMING TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU! 🥤🍿

This was actually a fun start to writing again, i did some more research on Kyle to refresh my brain lol and I think I actually got some traction here! I hope you’re comfy tho bc it seems like it might be a long one 😅💗 Seriously though I hope you enjoy it, it’s a rough idea I’m trying to bring to life and it’s my first time writing in military terms but it will be posted tonight! (Whether it’s finished or not will be based on my determination to stay awake 🫡) much love mwah mwah

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It’s been a longgggggg time since I’ve written anything but if I were to try out my hand again, what would you guys like to read? (Most likely to write for cod- Simon/johnny/price/gaz/alex but if I know the character it never hurts to try 🥰🫶)

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♡; obsessed with older man!boyfriend being so mean n making you work for your orgasm :(

♡; you were bratty nd said you didnt need him to cum, it was the heat of the moment, he wasn't meant to take it literally!!

♡; nd now he's being so mean! youre not allowed to touch whats his, so hands off that pretty hole! but he's left you for weeks and you're getting so desperate...

♡; youre like a bitch in season, everything is getting you going and its so unfair, but no matter how much you beg and plead, 'you don't need him to cum'

♡; youve been so good as you stumble into his office, all bleary eyed, your insides throbbing desperate for release.

♡; how can he say no to you? especially looking like that, all worked up and pent up because of him? poor baby... he's been so cruel to you, hm?

♡; but he's here now. he's here to save you now. he's so busy too, providing for you and here he is, letting you be all needy and pathetic for him.

♡; how generous of him, patting his thighs and letting you all but crawl on your hands and knees up to him, begging for his dick to split you in half.

♡; how silly of you... thinking he would waste his time fucking you while he's working? you can't be that stupid, really.

♡; three. two. one.

♡; the realisation dawns on you as you realise what he wants. you need to ride his thigh. like a dog.

♡; you don't even have the time to process how gross that is as he bounces his leg, bumping up between your thighs. he's so mean, making you to start rocking back and forth, forcing you to hump his thigh.

♡; look at you? dribbling and leaking all over him, panting and whining, moaning like a whore into his neck, the shoots of pleasure up your spine wracking your body. and he's ignoring you! he hasn't looked at or touched you once!

♡; the rough fabric of his pants, catching on you with every roll of your hips, nipping on you all engorged and sensitive.

♡; look at you? humping his leg? getting off on rutting against his thigh like a pathetic mutt.

♡; you can't help yourself, shoots of burning pleasure up your spine, your toes curling as your core tightens before you begin to spurt all over yourself and his thighs, seeping into his clothes :(

♡; he doesn't even react! just a deep chuckle at how pathetic and needy you are, his rough hands patting your arse, letting your post orgasm haze cloud that silly little head of yours.

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Hey mama😚 I saw that you’re taking requests and I came RUNNINGGGGG to ask you this, so!

How do we feel the 141 men would react to being with a taller, thicker girlie that often gets insecure bc of that? This idea has been brewin for a minutee so I had to get it outta my system😭 if you’re comfortable with it too could you involve konig in it? Don’t feel pressured to ofc 😚💕

Have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!! Xoxo💋

Hi! I love this ask! I myself am not too tall, around 5'5 (5'4" 3/4 to be exact) and I have never been very skinny, but hopefully I can do this idea justice!

warnings: afab! fem reader, smut MDNI, body worship

Price is a thigh man and he will die on that hill. He just loves your legs. Since you are taller than most girls, that just means there's more of your legs. You were Price's dream come true because not only were you tall, your thighs were so perfectly plump from how thick you were too. When he first met you when Laswell introduced you two at her wedding anniversary party, you wore a skirt that ended mid thigh, leaving just enough to his imagination, and just enough for him to get a peek at your thighs. He noticed he didn't have to break his neck looking down at you, and immediately imagined how easy it would be to kiss you. He also noticed your damn heels he thought looked so fucking sexy on you, creating the illusion of elongating your legs even further and making you taller, which just brought you closer up to his lips.

That night ended with him taking your heels off for you and slowly dragging his hands and mouth up your long legs, making every sting from snide comments about your skirt or heels melt away.

Your body is so soft in his hands and he loves squeezing you. He'll kiss you and both of his hands are immediately on your ass squeezing, making you yelp.

"Mmm. Damn lovie. This fucking arse is delicious." He'll smirk down at you while you giggle at his choice of words and his hands move down to pinch your thighs.

"And these thighs. Just wanna bite 'em up."

You always know how this goes. Whenever his hands are on you and he's talking to you like this, it always ends up with his head between your thighs.

And "bite 'em up" he does. He sucks hickeys into your inner thighs and leaves little bite marks.

"Fuck sweetheart. Look at that. A little love bite right there so you don't forget who's face belongs between your thighs."

Bonus if you squeeze your thighs around his head. It would make him cum immediately.

Price would love thigh fucking. Arguably even more than vaginal sex. Something about the way your thighs squeeze him so nicely without even trying, your slick lubing your pussy and thighs perfectly and just enough for his thick cock to slide in and out between them.

"Fuck darlin' look at that. Don't even need to press your thighs together for me to fuck them. Squeezing me so well. You're so fucking soft."

Simon is so pleasantly surprised when he first meets you. You were tall and you weren't even wearing heels which made Simon silently groan behind his mask as he thought about your long thick legs locking around his waist as he pounded into you.

Your forehead would come up right to his lips, making it so easy to kiss it, which he always took advantage of.

I feel like Simon would also just pick you up randomly. Lifting you up easily when you complain about being too tall or heavy to show you that you are not.

Most times he'll throw you on the bed and show you why your height and thickness are perfect.

"See honey, if you were short, your legs wouldn't be able to lift yourself up and down my cock so easily would they?" He says in your ear, gripping your hips while you ride him.

Or when he's fucking you in doggy with a death grip on your waist when you're feeling insecure he'll say:

"Yeah bunny just like that. Look at that perfect fuckin' ass bouncing back on me. If you were smaller I wouldn't get to grip your cute little love handles like this now would I hm? They're called love handles for a reason now aren't they?" He says between pants.

Gaz is speechless the first time he sees you. You made him feel like a nerdy schoolboy passing by his popular crush in the hallway. You were taller and bigger than most girls he's seen but that just meant there was more of you for him to love.

He loves seeing you get all dressed up, and especially when you wear fitted dresses and outfits so he can see every shape and curve of your body. He loves how his clothes can fit you just right and thinks it's so cute that you two can share clothes.

You'll try his jeans on and the length will be good enough, but you cannot slide them over the tops of your thighs and ass, making him smirk, but you look in the mirror embarrassed that you are bigger than your boyfriend.

"What's that look for?" He asks, seeing you pout in the mirror and looking behind you at your ass that won't fit in his jeans and you continue to try and pull them up, making the waist band catch under your ass which makes it jiggle with each tug.

"Keep doin' that love. Don't think you know what that view looks like from back here." He says with a full on cheeky smile now.

"Stop it Gaz." You warn him with a glare, genuinely upset his jeans won't fit.

"Aww it's ok hun." He says walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I'd rather see you without pants on anyways." He says, and you look down and away from him. Even when you're upset, he still finds a way to make you blush.

Then he'd kiss all up and down your neck, then your arms, and all down your legs pulling the jeans off. He kisses his way back up your body up to your ears and whispers:

"On the bed honey. Need to feel you."

And before you know it, you're sitting on Gaz's face while he locks your thighs around his head with his arms and you can't remember what even got you here in the first place.

"Gaz. Baby can you breathe?" You ask worriedly.

He just grunts disapprovingly and locks his arms around you harder so you don't get the idea to scoot away and you moan, feeling his head nuzzle itself deeper between your thighs.

He doesn't care if he can't breathe. You're the only air he'll ever need.

Johnny is absolutely SMITTEN when he first sees you and he's the most obvious. Mouth agape and eyes wide when Price introduces you to the task force as his niece and Gaz smacks him over the head.

Since then he's been literally obsessed with you and since you started dating, he brags to everyone about how he has the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Johnny loves when you wear heels too. Not only because it makes you taller and accentuates your long legs, but because Johnny is the shortest of the Task Force men, and when you wear heels, his eyes are perfectly aligned with your tits.

Whenever you wear heels around him he is not looking at your eyes. It takes everything in him to not just lean forward and smush his face into your cleavage. For Johnny, a bigger girl also meant bigger boobs for him to play with. He'll also come behind you and just squeeze them, reveling in how much they fill his palms. He just loves your tits so much. You'll be laying down on the couch and he's jumping right on top of you burying his face in them with a content sigh, or he'll be begging you to let him fuck them. He'll slide his cock between your tits and he will absolutely lose his mind for sure, watching how they bounce with each thrust.

For Halloween you two would be Gomez and Morticia since you are literally them in real life anyways.

You definitely feed into his mommy kink. He loves how you hold his head against his chest when he needs a snuggle and how he doesn't feel the need to be so careful handling you, and that way you can treat him like the finest porcelain doll.

König would feel elated and strangely validated since he knows what it's like to be seen as "the tall one".

And with you, for the first time, he doesn't feel so estranged. He, of course was still taller than you, but he loved how you were tall too.

He thinks it's so hot seeing you with your friends and you're taller than them. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that the most noticeable and beautiful girl in the room is his.

I feel like König would absolutely love when you give him handjobs. He's so big that the other women he's been with couldn't exactly hold him correctly or jerk him off fast enough due to his size.

But you? Since you were a little closer to his size, you made it work, two hands, and if you really tried one hand, squeezing and jerking him the way no other woman has, making him shoot cum all over himself.

And he loves how your legs can reach up on his shoulders while he fucks you in a mating press. A shorter woman would have a harder time reaching their legs over him in that position, and finally being able to do it gave him this primal urge to fuck you like he would never fuck anyone else again, not like he ever would want to since he found you.

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ok but

being a part of the 141 (+konig) and having to dress up in disguise for a mission in some rich, fancy casino. the boys are waiting on you, talking amongst themselves.

you walk out wearing a slim black dress, low neckline exposing the top of your cleavage. the dress is fitted to your curves and loose at the bottom to hide the pistol strapped around your thigh. you’re looking down, smoothing out your dress, you don’t notice how every head snaps up at the first sound of your heels on the hard floor.

you don’t notice the way ghost straightens up from leaning on the table, arms still crossed and mask hiding the red creeping up to his cheeks. you don’t notice the way konig shifts awkwardly on his feet, blue eyes darting up and down not knowing where to look. you don’t notice the way gaz bites his lip, almost hard enough to break through the soft flesh and draw blood. you hear soap let out an exaggerated breath, a quick “godda-“ before he’s cut off by a smack to the back of the head from price.

you whip your head up at price’s chuckle, seeing soap rubbing the back of his head. “does this look alright? you can’t see my gun, can you?” you ask turning around to show them the back of your thigh where it’s strapped tightly. you miss the way ghost bites his fist, eyes rolling to the back of his head as soap nudges his shoulder giggling like a school boy.

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men

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Ghost x reader in which she’s a book girlie and he makes her read a smut scene while fucking her? Please?

Scripted

This ask was so hot but idk if i did it justice :(

warnings: language, vaginal sex, masterbation, orgasm denial

You didn’t think Simon minded that you read smutty books, and in a sense you were right. He believed you should be able to read whatever you wish, but at the same time he didn’t understand why you lusted after fictional dick when you had his always ready for you. 

You didn’t know how he felt, and you didn’t know it would all come to a head tonight. 

•••

“F-fuck Si,” you moaned, his hips snapping rudely against yours, fucking you into your bed. Drool forming at the corners of your lips as you whined for him. 

He chuckled deeply, watching your ass bounce with each thrust, “yeah? Does your pretty little cunt like this?” he teases, watching you nod your head to his words. He leaned down, the new angle allowing his cock to dig deeper into you, causing you to squeal out. “If you want me to keep goin’, I’ma need you to keep reading, lovie,”

You held in your groans, protesting would do no good, and tried to focus your tear stained eyes back on the page. “He thrusted into h-her, brushing her cervix with each stroke- fuck Si, just like that,” 

He groaned, kissing your shoulder, “what’s next, love?”

“She moaned out his name- fuck- she was close to coming and he knew he could f-feel it building her her-“ you paused, a whorish moan leaving your throat before you resumed “-he flipped her over in a, in a smooth motion, fucking her in a mating press,” you yelped as Simon pulled out, roughly flipping you over onto your back and ramming his thick cock back into your dripping hole. 

“Bloody hell, didn’t realize you were droolin’ fer me,” he teases and you blush, grabbing your book and hiding your face in it. 

“None of that,” he grunts, grabbing your book and reading it aloud. 

“She claws at him like a rabid animal, writhing underneath him, a slave to his movements. the coil in her belly burns bright, so close to snapping and… oh,”

“wha?” you whine when he stops moving, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. You were so, so close. Why does he have to do this? “Si, what does it say?”

He grins, “and then he stops moving. He pulls out, and jerks himself off. Fisting his cock until he cums all over her pathetic cunt. Then, he heads to the powder room to clean himself off, and get ready for work,”

Your eyes widen, you hadn’t read that far yet. You didn’t know it ended like this. 

“Simon plea-“ he pulls out stroking his cock languidly, eyes melting into yours. 

“Sorry dove, gotta stick to script, don’t I?”

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MDNI slight suggestive and language

Ghost definitely has a motorcycle and a truck. He'll drive the truck when he knows it'll be a long day doing intel and paperwork. But especially on a Friday when the workload is light, he’ll come in on his bike knowing he’ll be able to enjoy the ride.

He started riding the bike more when you gave the comment-

Guys who ride motorcycles are ten times more attractive with their bike

You didn’t say it to him per se but rather to a friend of yours on base, and he overheard. He likes to think that the bike is his good luck charm, as you agreed to a first date when he drove it. But despite you loving the bike as much as you loved him, he never let you on it. Always exclaiming it would be too dangerous.

He's in the garage, music playing lightly from the speaker as he cleans and messes with some of the gears. You watch in awe at the door. Never in a million years did you think you would be here. In Lt’s old t-shirt, sipping tea and watching him indulge in normalcy on a Sunday afternoon. When you transferred to the base, you always heard rumors about the man behind the mask and the name Ghost. But behind that was this man full of love.

“Enjoying the show, darling?” He said, looking up from the bike to see you.

“Just admiring.” You said.

“The bike or the rider?” He said smirking.

You admired and mirrored that smirk. Something you thought you would never see in your lifetime. But after trials of trust, the mask and guards came down, bearing all the luggage, and past to your welcoming arms. 

“Both,” you said, walking over to him. He was seated on a chair and leaned back to welcome you in between his legs. 

He peered up, his eyes glimmering in the sunlight that peaked through the window.

“Let me ride.” You said, peering down.

“You can ride me anytime.” He said, being cheeky.

You groaned at his antics and pouted towards him.

“Do you not trust me on your precious baby, Si?”

He looked between you and the bike. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you. He knows how dangerous riding is. He doesn’t want to let you on just in case something happens. He’s come to terms with something happening to him a long time ago. But you. He just got you and would put you in a bubble if it meant keeping you safe. 

“I trust you. I just don't trust others.” He says, moving a piece of hair from your face. He moves his hand to cup your jaw. He guided you to his lips for a quick peck.

You leave your forehead on him while he moves his hands down to your hips.

He can tell you were annoyed with your answers. You guys bonded over this bike and he truly believes that being able to ride it one day was the only thing keeping you around.

That was far from the truth. You just wanted to straddle something other than Simons's dick.

He stood up and moved you to the side.

He pushed the brake down and moved to the back of the bike.

"We can start with basics. Posture and positions." He said looking at you.

Stunned by his answer and quick change in answers, you didn't move till he said, "Ok, I guess you don't want to." You feet quickly moved to stand by him.

He went through the basics, teaching you how to mount and where to keep your feet. After, it was your turn to demonstrate your understanding. You go to the side and lift a leg to straddle the seat.

Simon from the back saw how you were a natural at this. Your ass is plump on the seat you lean to hold the handles with a slight arch in your back. Simon thought to himself why he hadn't let you do this earlier. He was so caught up in how good you look he didn't even hear you ask him if what you were doing was good.

You looked over to see him in a daze. He quickly grabbed his phone and took a photo of you on his bike, clad in his boxers and old t-shirt; every inch of you screamed that you were his. And he never loved anything more than this moment right now.

He walked to the front of the bike.

"Is this alright Si?" You asked him when you finally are met with his face.

He just smiled and leaned in to kiss you.

"My gorgeous girl on my bike," He said in between kisses.

You giggled and removed your hands from the handles to his neck and shoulder.

"Get off the bike and get inside right now." He said, pulling away. Laughing, you got off and felt a slight smack hit your ass. This was definitely not your last time on his bike.

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Next door neighbor Price who holds the door for you when he sees you struggling at the doors with a load of groceries.

Next door neighbor Price who spots for you in the building's gym one time you go in really late at night (or early morning really) and lets slip out a "perfect, love" when you finish

Next door neighbor Price who doesn't mind to step close to you when the lift gets a little too crowded and give you a sly little smile as you flush pink

Next door neighbor Price who opens the door bare chested when you knock one night, your heat gone out and you're just freezing after coming home from work

Next door neighbor Price who tries to help fix it, but just can't figure it out (knew in about a minute what was wrong) so maybe you should just take his bed tonight and he'll take the couch

Next door neighbor Price who chuffs at the thought of you not wanting to inconvenience him and finally settling on sharing the bed - it's big enough after all, right?

Next door neighbor Price who isn't quite sure what he's gotten himself into when he sees you in your sleep shirt and little shorts, crawling into his bed with that innocent smile on your lips. It drives him to want to do absolutely detestable things to you

Next door neighbor Price who slides right into bed next to you, hard as a rock, and can't resist the little kiss he gives your temple before wishing you a "goodnight love"

Next door neighbor Price who wakes up wrapped around you, completely tangled in you, no possible way to let you go and you can't help but grind back into that firmness at your backside that has to be the size of your forearm at least

Next door neighbor Price whose half asleep grip halts your movements as he sloppily mutters into the back of your neck "don't start somethin' ya can't finish, love"