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[astroknottt]

imagine being gaz’s next door neighbor! you’re a young guy who likes bass guitar and a lot of heavy metal music so you can only imagine the amount of headaches gaz’s gets when you’re playing.

but you’re as sweet and gentle as they come—although, mammoth in size, your voice is gentle and you handle things with such care that Gaz always thinks that maybe he has the wrong idea about you. at first he thought you were some emo hulk head but you’re more than that.

you bring him food when you’ve cooked to much and you never fail to play your music on low because you know he needs the rest.

and when he invites you over in spontaneous. you spend the night drinking and he gets to know you better, even tries his best to cook for you. gaz enjoys your company as you do his.

© astroknottt ™ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 !

[astroknottt]

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simon enjoys the simple things in life. small walks in the woods, reading and drinking tea, just the little things are enough to give him satisfaction.

sure, his jobs requires him to do unorthodox things sometimes but he is content with that because he had you to even out the fact that he has to kill—that he feels that, killing is all the he is made for. the blood of many men and women dry his hands and stain his skin, he’s seen and done more than any man should ever have to do.

and it plagues him. simon knows that when that mask is on and he’s geared up, ready to set off with his team of men that “ghost” has to take over. he’s no longer simon riley. just a shell of him.

but then there’s you. someone who makes him feel new, who brings out the real him. someone who isn’t tormented by the spirits of his past. you are someone who embraces him, trouble and all, someone who keeps him swallows in the pits of love and affection and finally he is whole.

there’s no battlefield, no gun, no blood and screaming. no worrying if all his men have returned him to their families because that’s on what he is thinking of at the moment.

when he steps through the door of your apartment and is engulfed in everything that is you, he is different. when the mask comes off and you are able to cup his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing over his stubble while pressing kisses along his scared face—he is happy.

and right now it was just that moment.

simon stepped through door and dropped his duffle bag, a groan tugging from his throat as he rolled his neck and stretched—joints popping. fatigue wearing heavy on his body. he found himself stripping with every step he took, clothes hitting the floor as he moved closer to you.

reaching up to pull of the mask, he tossed it on the table, blonde hair a mess and makeup smudged from sweating. he’d been so eager to get him that he didn’t bother to wash it off.

you come around the corner from the kitchen, smile wide and arms open to coax your boyfriend into your comfort. you could see the tiredness dwelling in his eyes, by now he was only in his jeans and under shirt.

“welcome home my sweet boy”

simon’s shoulders instantly relax and he’s falling into your hold, dropping all of his weight onto you and you hold him so easily. it’s a sign that’s he relaxed and he’s safe, mind only on you.

your hands comes up to rub at the back of his a neck and the little bit of buzz from his hair. you hear him groan into your neck. trying to fit himself further into your arms, because god, has he missed you.

“it’s alright big guy. i got you yeah?“

it feels like he’s a kid again. only this time you’re there with him and comforting him. his eye lids are heavy and riddled with sleep and with every peck your lips and whisper of your voice he’s falling further and further into sleep.

simon understands. he gets why it is that people love so hard. because with someone like you, he finds it’s easy to open up and wear his heart on his sleeve.

[astroknottt]

tw : ftm! gaz , dom! bottom gaz , sub! top mreader , cunnilingus , bondage , scent kink !?

the thought of you on your knees with your hands secured tightly behind your back while gaz humps his fat cunt against your tongue. hands tangled in your hair as he stares down at you with those pretty brown eyes, a big difference in his actions.

“good fuckin’ boy. just like that—keep that pretty mouth wide open for me yeah?”

the way he ruts against your mouth and slides his pretty engorged clit between your lips, letting you suck on it as he whimpers and moans out more praises for you to hear, pulling at your hair while he just leaks right on your tongue.

when you let your tongue slip inside and your nose is buried in the fat of his pussy, pubic hair and his dick bumping against it. the way he rolls his hips so easily and effortlessly. the way he looks down at you and praises you for being such a good boy.

when gaz lifts his leg and begins thrusting down on your tongue—fuck! and the smell of his pussy has your brain going hazy and your eyes rolling back. the clenching of his walls has your hips twitching into the hair for some kind of release.

maybe if you can make him cum more than once he’ll reward you by riding you stupid.

© ASTROKNOTT 2023 !

[astroknottt]

thinking 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗡! 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 reader who meets kyle in their recruit years. you both were nothing but scrawny young teens looking to make a change and a find a decent way of living.

you became best friends, went through the toughest of training together and watching gaz grow beyond reasoning. whenever you were injured he was in your room, patching you up, making you feel better, and vice versa.

you were the more troublesome one out of the two for sure. sure gaz liked to get in on your escapades sometimes but that was once in a blue moon.

the best of friends and always glued to the hip is what you were. the other recruits would even joke around and state that you two were soulmates and meant to be just because of how well he knew you and could handle you.

your boyish behavior, your heavy southern accent and the way you were unapologetically you, the way you tried to push yourself and outdo everyone is what had gaz’s heart palpitating in his chest. the way you were able to push aside that rough country boy attitude and go soft for him.

a drunken night out led to him slurring out his confession for you, gripping at your clothes as you kiss one another sloppily and with no coordination. and the rest of the might was a blissed blur of drunken pleasure. he was your first everything and you were his.

that was until you two ended up splitting. gaz gaining rank caused him to be transferred to another unit and that was the end of everything that once was

eventually years pass, both you and gaz have grown. there isn’t a night where you don’t think about the pretty soldier you use to spend your time with, how you two use to share a bed and laugh about the things you’ve done to get in trouble.

there’s a picture you keep of him in your wallet that you stare at in your free time—reminiscing of the times you’ve spent and could have shared.

then you’re transferring to task force 141, a new lieutenant with more than enough notches underneath his buckle to know what the hell is going on. imagine when you first step foot into the briefing room. eyes scanning the room as captain price introduces you to the others.

you miss the way gaz’s eyes widen when he see’s your huge frame step through the door behind the captain’s. the way his pretty brown doe eyes burn holes into your body while you talk.

when you lay eyes on the man who is still undoubtedly the love of your life — the man you use to know. your eyes become comically big for a moment, they linger and god he is still incredibly beautiful.

gaz felt his gut stir when he heard you talk. you don’t sound like the kid he got to know way back when. you sound mature, your voice is more gruff and your voice more deeper. you’re taller, bigger, more mature—everything he wants and more.

but then he see’s that youthful smirk pull at your lips and he knows for a fact that you’re still the same guy he met all those years ago.

© ASTROKNOTT 2023 !

[astroknottt]

i just know soap’s little imaginary tail slaps the sheets with excitement when you talk dirty to him and praise him. it could be anything and the scotsman will grow wet in matter of seconds. anytime you talk to him in that manner, he’s weak.

your fingers could be buried knuckle deep in his cunt, his pretty little pussy hole clenching around the digits eagerly as he humps and grinds down on them. slick and pussy juice just coating your fingers and sliding down onto the sheet.

“come on love. he can get wetter than that.”

he’ll whimper and suddenly it’s like a water slide—if you say just the right thing you might get him to squirt. whatever you want, soap will try his damn hardest to give you. his favorite is when you’re fucking him doggystyle and he has to bite the sheets to remain sane, growling and drooling like a whore.

the bruising pace you set as you obliterate his insides with your girthy cock would have his thighs shaking and his mind going completely dumb. the grip of his hot heat is almost unbearable but it feels to good to pull out.

trust! he has a massive breeding kink. he would beg you to cream deep in his pussy—maybe even make him a daddy. there is nothing dirtier than soap’s babbling when he is crying for you to creampie his messy pussy.

© ASTROKNOTT 2023 !