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stellewriites · 1 month

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Hii! Can you do ghoap x reader fluff? Like cuddles with mild flirting (from soap, obviously) and like soap is the little spoon, because in return he gets head scratches in return, reader in the middle, and Simon as the big spoon just pressing his face into the crook of readers neck?

Would rlly apreciate it <3

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i loved this idea when i read it and then proceeded to take far too long to actually answer it lmao BUT!! here it is,, ghoap x fem!reader fluff - ty for the request 💓

you picked up the cheap jar of pasta sauce and compared it to the branded version stacked next to it. as far as you could tell, the ingredients were the same and the little veg chunks included weren’t any smaller.

you nodded to yourself. it was decided, you weren’t paying two quid extra just for a name, fuck dolmio.

you looked higher to the top shelf and frowned when you saw the pasta had been pushed away from the edge and you’d be unable to reach it on your own.

“need a hand, dove?”

you turned to see a handsome man with a mohawk beelining towards you, his eyes tracing your frame with hot familiarity. without waiting for your response, he bullied his way into your space to reach over you for the pasta. barely stepping back, he handed you the pack and looked you up and down.

“thanks, stranger,” you said, holding back a laugh at his amused smile. you saw the moment he decided to play along.

“pretty skirt,” he said and nodded down to your bare legs peeking out beneath the denim.

“hm, my boyfriend got me it,” you said, a little teasingly.

“oh? and this boyfriend, he’s left ye all alone to do the shoppin’ has he?”

“no, he’ll be back soon. and he’s kinda protective, won’t be happy seeing me talking to other guys,” you said trying not to smile.

“ah’m no’ scared,” he scoffed, his own smile breaking out as he looked around the aisle eagerly for the aforementioned boyfriend.

“i don’t know, he’s pretty big and strong, wears a scary mask,” you said.

“aye? reminds me o’ my boyfriend,” he said and you finally giggled, leaning in to kiss him and giving up playing pretend.

“dove, they got their tiger bread in stock again,” simon said as he rounded the corner of the aisle and interrupting your kiss. “i ha’n’t ‘ad this in ages.” simon barely paused at the unexpected appearance of johnny, his eyes turning up in the corners as he smiled under his mask. “johnny, look, tiger bread.”

“yeah, i seen, si,” johnny said fondly, crowding you back against the trolley. “only getting the one loaf?”

simon paused. “hm. you’re right.”

you snorted as he dropped the bread into the trolley before heading back to the bakery section and leaving the pair of you alone again.

“work was a fookin’ drag, dove, cannae stand all this paperwork they’re keepin’ me busy with,” johnny groaned into your temple. you petted his arm consolingly before turning back to your list and shopping trolley.

“you were injured less than a month back, john, you can’t have been expecting to be back in the field so soon?” you hummed as you continued shopping with johnny leant over your back.

his silence spoke volumes.

you shook your head as you made your way through the store and waved simon over as you passed him by, hoping he hadn’t harassed the bakery staff into making more tiger loaves last minute for him. the absolute fiend.

“wha’s wrong with him?” simon asked as he got back, hands full as he nodded to johnny’s slumped frame. you refrained from asking simon if you really needed three tiger breads and instead nudged your other boyfriend up from your shoulder.

“he’s bored,” you said easily, grinning when johnny pulled back properly to send you a betrayed look.

“fuck’s sake. c’mere,” simon huffed before dipping down to kiss him, chuffing a laugh as johnny sputtered at the woollen texture of the mask in between them. “you’ll be back in no time. just behave or it’ll be longer.”

“ye sound like cap,” johnny grimaced. he wiped a hand down his tired face. “when are we goin’ home, hm? fuckin’ knackered, could do with a nap before dinner.”

“y’drive ‘ere?” ghost asked while you grabbed a box of eggs, checking for any cracked inside.

“aye.”

“then you can leave whenever,” ghost said flatly, though the glint of his eyes in the overhead lights betrayed his amusement at johnny’s plight.

johnny pouted.

“yer cruel, si. tell him, dove, he’s heartless,” johnny bemoaned dramatically.

“you’re cruel and heartless, simon, would you prefer strawberry jam or raspberry for a change?”

“could be a treat,” ghost conceded.

johnny groaned at the both of you, pinching your hip when you laughed.

“you both know i cannae sleep without someone’s arms around me,” he huffed, turning his big puppy eyes on you both.

you caved immediately.

“aw poor baby,” you cooed, biting your lip when you saw simon roll his eyes. “let’s get this done quick then, yeah? go grab the burgers we like from the frozen section and that ice cream we got a couple weeks back.”

“yes, ma’am.” johnny jogged off.

“si, can i trust you not to make your way back to the bakery if i give you a list of items to grab?”

“no,” he admitted without shame. “i saw the lad in the back prepping more for tomorrow, think i could convince ‘im to cook ‘em now for me if given the time.”

“right. hand holding it is as we find the toiletries then. ‘s like herding cats with you two.”

simon hummed, his eyes trained on the section you knew the bakery to be hidden in.

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once home, johnny packed away the majority of your shopping in record time, snatching the jam from simon’s hands and almost throwing it onto the work top before plying his mask up one handed and dragging him down into a rough kiss with the other. you watched, amused, with raised eyebrows as johnny dragged him back towards the bedroom desperately, waving a hand at you and gasping out a needy, “dove, c’mon, stop fucking around,” in between wet kisses.

you didn’t need to be told twice before attaching your hands onto simon’s thick waist from behind, guiding them from bumping into any furniture or walls as they stumbled blind to the bedroom.

johnny pulled back with a dopey smile and pushed simon none too gently onto the bed. you took advantage of his lowered height and pulled off his mask completely, rubbing a gentle hand over his buzz cut hair and down to his jaw. you leant in for a soft peck before feeling johnny’s hands and arms wrap around your soft stomach.

he clung to you, nuzzling at your cheek over your shoulder until you turned in his arms to share your attention.

you heard the bed creak as simon settled further up the bed as johnny kissed you. you shuffled back, parting from johnny just long enough to get your bearings and climb onto the bed, simon’s hands moving to guide you back as johnny hummed against your lips.

you flopped back into simon’s arms, got comfortable as he wrapped you up and held you tight against him.

johnny sighed in relief at the sight and shuffled down so he could rest his head on your chest.

you gathered him close and laughed when he started whining when your hands stayed on his shoulders.

“so needy johnny, have you ever heard the phrase ‘patience is a virtue’?” you teased as you started to run your nails through his hair, lightly scratching until he sighed and dropped his body weight against you and simon.

“too t’red,” he mumbled.

simon lifted his warm hand from your hip and draped it heavily over the back of johnny’s neck, keeping him close. soon enough, the scot was snoring.

you tried not to laugh, your chest bouncing johnny with your muffled chuckles. “i think that might be a record.”

“tired lamb,” simon said condescendingly, but he rubbed his thumb lovingly over the soft skin behind johnny’s ear.

“don’t be mean.” you grinned back at him.

simon hummed and rested his head into the crook of your neck, tucking you in closer with the arm still wrapped underneath your waist. “not bein’ mean.”

he nipped at your neck, a soft nibble that had you gasping and clenching your thick thighs around the one johnny had slipped inbetween.

“prick,” you huffed without malice when he stopped and let out a long tired breath in your ear. he hummed with closed eyes, clearly not listening.

you chuffed a laugh into johnny’s hair. the low thrum of arousal simon had brought on was easy enough to ignore but you’d have rather he’d finished what he started. instead, you tucked your cold toes between his large calves behind you in penance and tugged johnny even closer, enough to smother him. with your arse perched perfectly in simon’s lap and johnny nestled close to his second favourite place on your body, you were sure they’d give you what you were after once their nap is over. you closed your eyes with a smile; you could wait for them to get their energy up, and you loved your puppy piles just as much as they did.

#idk if you wanted fem or gn reader but i went fem in the end bc it was easier to write :p #sorry if you wanted gn!! feel free to put in another request for it and ill get started lmao #i hope you like it!!#i know this is a little bit of a toe dip into smut and not just 100% soft pg fluff but i couldn’t help it #stellewrites asks #sorry but i had tiger bread for the first time in 2 years the other day and it changed my life #forgot how much i love that stuff #AND cheesy jalepeno bread OOO i need to get that again too #so basically put that into ghost here lmao ahdkajdjajsj #ghoap x reader #ghoap #ghost x reader #ghost x soap x reader #ghost x reader x soap #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader x johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #i’ve got a petty hatred for branded stuff vs aldi’s own like the price difference is crazy but they’re exactly the same!!!#so that also jumped out at the start of this lmao

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kyletogaz · 4 months

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gorgeous, i don’t know if you're accepting requests (if not, please disregard this whole thing) but i can't stop thinking abt kyle with a significant other who braids his hair every time he returns from a long deployment 🥹🥹

i’m sorry it took so long, i hope you like it. 🩵

welcome home, it’s wash day!

kyle says he’s coming home today.

he’s been gone for weeks, and you miss him. the phone calls, texts, and video calls are nothing compared to having your man home from deployment, and in your arms. you’ve barely gotten a wink of sleep since he told you the night before.

“darling, i’m coming home,” kyle croons into the phone when you answer on the first ring.

warmth spreads through your body at the sound of his voice. “are you really?” you blurt out, hope blooming in your chest.

“yes, darling. i can’t wait to see you.”

you can barely contain your excitement when he tells you he’ll be home sometime in the afternoon.

you’ve been keeping yourself busy all morning while you wait for kyle to come home. you’ve been glancing at the clock every now and then, willing the time to go faster. when it doesn’t, you try to read a book. and when that doesn’t help, you end up in the living room, sitting on the sofa with the remote clutched in your hand as the tv drones on. you’re not really paying attention, though. the only thing on your mind right now is kyle as you anticipate his arrival.

you’re not sure how long you sit there caught up in your thoughts, before you hear keys jangling and the front door opening. kyle barely manages to give you a, “honey, i’m home,” before you’re on your feet, launching yourself into his arms.

you knock into kyle with so much force, you almost send the both of you tumbling to the floor. and kyle is just laughing in delight while he hugs you tight. "i've missed you, sweetheart," he murmurs against your temple. he’s so happy to be home.

"not as much as i've missed you, baby," you coo sweetly while staring at him in complete and utter adoration. “i’m so glad you’re home.”

kyle shifts away slightly so he can get a good look at you. you watch as a soft smile spreads across his lips. he thinks you’ve gotten even more beautiful while he was away.

“you checking me out, garrick?” you ask with a teasing grin, laughing softly when he wraps himself around you. you let out a happy sigh when his hand strokes down your back and over your hips, then back up to your face.

“that a problem, sweetness?”

“not at all,” you say before capturing kyle’s plush lips into a kiss. you giggle when he gently yanks you into his broad chest. when he’s done kissing you senseless, you pull away with a pleased look. “let’s get you settled in and then we can do something about your hair.”

whenever kyle came home from deployment you would give his hair a good wash and condition so you could braid it. you would sit kyle down on a chair, shove your phone in his hands, telling him to pick a style from the images in your camera roll. it was your favorite routine. if he was home for a long stretch, you’d make sure kyle left for deployment with fresh braids, his bonnet, and a few of his favorite hair products.

kyle’s braids usually last for two weeks, so whenever he was gone and couldn’t make it back home to have them redone, he’d give his hair a good wash and throw it up in a ponytail until he came home. one time when you suggested that he learn how to braid his own hair, he looked at you like you were crazy. but i like it when you do it, babe. you give the best scalp massages.

as you step away from the front door, expecting kyle to follow, you tell him how cute he looks with a ponytail. he’s right on your heels following you up the steps with a big grin on his face. when you reach the top of the landing, you leave him alone to get settled in, so you can gather everything you’ll need for his hair. you’re so busy going over the checklist in your head, you don’t hear kyle join you in the bathroom.

“need any help, love?” he asks, startling you a bit, from where he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest.

you notice kyle’s now dressed in sweatpants and a tank top. you bless him with a smile, before telling him he looks cozy. “i think i’ve got everything i need. you can help me carry some of this stuff downstairs after i’m done washing your hair.”

once kyle’s hair is nice and clean, you run the blow dryer through his soft, thick locks. kyle’s sitting on the floor between your thighs enjoying the sensation of your fingers massaging oil into his scalp.

“you know you don’t have to sit on the floor,” you point out, gesturing to the kitchen chair he’d carried into the living room a while ago.

“i’d rather sit here in between your lovely thighs. it’s my favorite spot,” kyle mutters as he scrolls through your camera roll looking for a hairstyle.

you feel yourself grow hot as his words. “kyle, please,” you huff, fighting a smile. “have you found something you like?” you watch as kyle holds the phone up for you to see. the person in the picture has braids going straight back, with a braided heart on the left side of their head. “oh! that’s so cute. i can do that. you’re gonna look so good.”

kyle squeezes your ankle gently. “i better! johnny’s gonna be so jealous when he sees this.” he’s already thinking about taking selfies as soon as you’re done.

you just shake your head with a laugh and reach for the comb to part kyle’s hair. while you’re making magic with his soft locks, he’s chatting animatedly about the things that happens on base. between him and johnny, you’re not sure which one of them gossips the most. it’s fun though, because kyle always has you on the edge of your seat every single time.

“i love this you know,” you hear kyle mumble quietly. you’re almost done braiding his hair and you can tell he’s barely awake. he’s leaning against your thigh with his eyes closed. he looks at peace.

“what’s that?” you ask as your fingers glide through his hair with precision. you’ve saved the heart for last because you want it to be perfect.

“having you braid my hair every time i come home. you’re so good at it, babe. got me looking good all the time.” he let’s out a soft sigh when you pause your braiding, to lean down and press a kiss to his temple.

you tell kyle that braiding his hair is one of your favorite activities to do. you’re always looking up new ways to be creative with his hairstyles. and you love the fact that kyle lets you. when you’re done, you drag him to the nearest mirror so he can look at your work. you ask him if he likes it, and you can’t control your laughter when he sees the heart and says fuck yeah, baby i love it.

“well i’m happy you love it, honey. next time we’ll try adding some tinsel.”

a/n: this is the pic i’m referring to:

#kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyletogazwrites #this is my first request 🥹#i got my hair done like that before hehe

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