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I CAN OFFICIALLY DIE NOW HE NOTICED ME
The only next step is to become best friends. SCOTLAND FOREVER đŽó §ó ąó łó Łó Žó żđ«Ą
thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.
when youâre in the shower, heâs 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 youâre at your desk, working from home or studying, heâs just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. heâs dead quiet when youâre on a call, just happy to be around.
when youâre 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.
âsorry, loveâ
he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.
when youâre 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 youâll stop walking.
when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when youâve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, heâs immediately in a panic calling your name.
âin here, my loveâ
as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. youâre taking a wee, youâll be back in a minute.
that doesnât 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 youâre leading the way.
minute youâre both on the mattress, youâre being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like youâre made for him.
(and you are)
This is a NEED.
friendly reminder since discourse is happening and peepaw is tired:
this is okay to reblog. in fact, i highly encourage it.
I can imagine you getting home from work or running errands and the house is empty. You call out âRiley?â and the sweetest German shepherd pops out, holding his squeaky toy in his mouth, followed by a tall and broad military man.
âYes, love?â
this popped into my head and I just love dog Riley and Simon Riley
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 couldnât 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.
âhow is it?â you asked softly, sipping your coffee.
simon nearly rolled his eyes, âshitty.â 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 heâd like it, having spent a lot of time working on it.
when you handed it to him, he didnât 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
yâall wanna talk with me about the first time price cums in his pants with you? embarrassed because he hasnât done it since he was a teenager and now heâs nearly 40. but shit if you donât make him feel like a horny teen again
like he hates that a makeout with heavy petting from you had his eyes rolling back and his twitching cock releasing into his pants. youâve slept together before, you know he can last when he is trying to get at least one more orgasm out of you. but he is so embarrassed that you on his lap, grinding and tugging at his hair and toying with his muscles is all it takes for him to be cumming in his pants like a little tern getting his cock touched by a partner for the first time.
you on the other hand? your ego is through the roof over the fact that you had price with his face pressed into your chest while cumming himself. heâs a captain, always so composed and in charge. and you, you were able to do this to him.
@glossysoap whoops my hand slipped
OH MY GODDDDD CHAR đđđ iâm so sorry it took me so long to get to this <3
iâm absolutely in love with this whole concept. every single word. him being embarrassed at cumming in his pants, because what is he? a teenager? at least thatâs whatâs going through his head as he feels that unmistakable warmth run through him. he whimpers into your mouth, face all flushed with arousal and embarrassment as his hips buck against you, spurting rope after rope against the confines of his boxers.
he excepts your expression to shift to one of disappointment or even disgust, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing as you looked down on him (both physically and metaphorically). but what he saw as he reluctantly looked up at you was anything but disappointment or disgust â it was pure pride and lust. your lips were quirked up in an all too eager grin (one that almost made him scared of how many more orgasms you would pump out of him), your eyes crinkled at the edges as you pulled him into a heated kiss. all tongue and teeth, strings of saliva connecting your lips as you moaned into each others mouths.
all passion and love and lust, anything but disappointment and disgust.
Barry Sloane as Eddie Wells in Passenger (2024)
PLEASE PLEAEE PLEASE PLEASE
Found the movie for movie night đ€ no one question it if you hear squelching at some point, it was the wind. (No it wasnât)
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 youâre determined to ingrain this strategy into your head until itâs muscle memory. Youâve 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. Youâve been trying to perfect this routine for the last hour and half, and your pride wonât allow you to leave unless you get it perfect seeing as this exact routine is why Kyleâs arm has four new stitches from your last excursion.Â
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 Kyleâs attention but not quite quick enough before the knife made quick work of his bicep. Thankfully, it wasnât 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.Â
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! đ„€đż
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 youâre comfy tho bc it seems like it might be a long one đ đ Seriously though I hope you enjoy it, itâs a rough idea Iâm trying to bring to life and itâs my first time writing in military terms but it will be posted tonight! (Whether itâs finished or not will be based on my determination to stay awake đ«Ą) much love mwah mwah
Itâs been a longgggggg time since Iâve 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 đ„°đ«¶)
âĄ; obsessed with older man!boyfriend being so mean n making you work for your orgasm :(
âĄ; 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!!
âĄ; 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...
âĄ; 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'
âĄ; youve been so good as you stumble into his office, all bleary eyed, your insides throbbing desperate for release.
âĄ; 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?
âĄ; 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.
âĄ; 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.
âĄ; how silly of you... thinking he would waste his time fucking you while he's working? you can't be that stupid, really.
âĄ; three. two. one.
âĄ; the realisation dawns on you as you realise what he wants. you need to ride his thigh. like a dog.
âĄ; 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.
âĄ; 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!
âĄ; the rough fabric of his pants, catching on you with every roll of your hips, nipping on you all engorged and sensitive.
âĄ; look at you? humping his leg? getting off on rutting against his thigh like a pathetic mutt.
âĄ; 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 :(
âĄ; 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.
Hey mamađ I saw that youâre 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 systemđ if youâre comfortable with it too could you involve konig in it? Donât feel pressured to ofc đđ
Have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!! Xoxođ
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.
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. youâre looking down, smoothing out your dress, you donât notice how every head snaps up at the first sound of your heels on the hard floor.
you donât 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 donât notice the way konig shifts awkwardly on his feet, blue eyes darting up and down not knowing where to look. you donât 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 âgodda-â before heâs cut off by a smack to the back of the head from price.
you whip your head up at priceâs chuckle, seeing soap rubbing the back of his head. âdoes this look alright? you canât see my gun, can you?â you ask turning around to show them the back of your thigh where itâs 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.
Ghost x reader in which sheâs 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
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, heâll come in on his bike knowing heâll 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 didnât 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 Ltâs 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.
âEnjoying the show, darling?â He said, looking up from the bike to see you.
âJust admiring.â You said.
âThe bike or the rider?â 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.Â
âBoth,â you said, walking over to him. He was seated on a chair and leaned back to welcome you in between his legs.Â
He peered up, his eyes glimmering in the sunlight that peaked through the window.
âLet me ride.â You said, peering down.
âYou can ride me anytime.â He said, being cheeky.
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"
I wish I had a sexy neighbor like him đ„Žđ„Žđ„Ž