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Civilian!reader giving ghost a portal pussy because he's always talked about how lonely long ops are. You're more than happy to cozy up and watch a movie with your beloved simoms cock snug inside you, warming him from thousands of miles away. He's been in for practically the whole day, not really moving much besides the occasional twitch and has long gone soft. Mostly, you just like physical being near him, like a comforting hug.
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Ghost, who just realized he can take a leak on an eight hour watch without compromising his sniper position. Nah, he's not gonna wait or anything, he's sure you'll understand. In fact, he went ahead and packed extra water now that he knows bathroom breaks aren't a worry. He's just letting you know he's alive.
ur fave as a big, burly man w/ a dad bod <33
he’ll have you in prone bone, the weight of his body heavy on top of you as he fucks you slow and deep. the pudge of his tummy would lay upon the small of your back, while he left wet kisses across the back of your neck.
“mm, that’s it…f—fuck...” he’d grunt in your ear, making you whine in response. “takin’ me so well, baby. so fuckin’ good.” his thick, girthy cock was stretching your pussy out, your hole gripping his dick each time he pulled out and slammed right back into you.
your head fell between your shoulders, the feeling of being crushed on the bed made you feel dizzy. your whimpers and babbles didn’t go unnoticed, it was music to his ears as he began to roll his hips a little harder. his breathing was staggered and heavy, melodically mixing with the squeaking of the bed.
you were rendered speechless as your orgasm pulled on your core, about to send you over the edge with a few more sloppy and languid thrusts. he felt your slick cunt tightening around his dick, his heavy balls slapping tirelessly against your clit. it was impossible for either of you to hold off any longer.
his moans resembled a growl almost, as you both reached your climax. you’d cry out as he stuffed your pussy, thick, hot spurts of his cum filling you up to the brim. he’d continue leaving sloppy kisses across your shoulder blades, beads of his sweat dripping onto your warm skin. he was absolutely spent, but he couldn’t pull out just yet.
it wouldn’t take long before he’d fall on top of you. he tried his hardest not to suffocate your smaller body, caging you between his big, bulky arms. he’d breathlessly rut into you slowly, fucking his seed deeper and deeper inside you.
— simon (ghost) riley, jake sully, könig
Soap, who keeps your picture tucked into his vest, the edges soft from being folded and unfolded a hundred times. He shows it off to anyone who’ll listen, grinning as he says that’s his bonnie back home.
He was done for the first time he met you- the moment you smiled at him, something locked into place. He knew then he’d keep you, that he wanted a life with you, a house full babies he bred into your cunt.
He knows everything about you: your favorite foods, your exact coffee order, the dreams you only admit out loud at night, even the name of the cat you had growing up.
He worries about you constantly thanks to his job, carries that quiet, gnawing fear with him, but all it takes is pulling out his phone, checking your location, seeing that you’re safe to calm his nerves. On the really bad days, he’ll glance at the security cameras at your place, just to see you moving around, alive and okay.
He’s counting down the days until he can see you again- until he can trade a worn photograph for the real thing in his arms.
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You, who doesn’t even know he exists.
how could they know? 𓏲ּ𝄢
joyce byers x karen wheeler
NSFW! 1.4k words ao3
karen holds a girls dinner night, not aware that the kids might be suspecting some things about the two of them.
18+ fingering, spitting, cheating (karen), praise k!nk, affairs, kissing scars, dirty talk, soft!dom joyce byers
Nancy? Do you think your mom might be fucking Ms. Byers?
Where did you get that idea from Robin?
I don’t know… she’s been a lot like how you were when we started going out.
i need more fanfics of them plssss
I want to serve James Wilson in bed
Remember how all of his wives said that nobody does so much to please a woman (in bed) as James Wilson
Well I wish I could break this pattern for him myself I would do so so so much to please him first I would literally have him trembling and moaning and begging for more and sure I won't leave my sweet pretty baby unsatisfied I would do whatever he asks and knowing that he might be shy in bed and would be creative and do something myself to see if he likes it and I would do everything possible doing to a man in bed and even get him pregnant if I could (lmao) and he would lie there covered in sweat and his own release his hair stuck to his forehead his neck and chest blooming with hickeys his nipples and stomach covered in my saliva and he would be absolutely undone panting and feeling like he's in heaven and I would lie beside him on my stomach kissing his temple and playfully whispering in his ear something like "baby wanna go for another round" and he would just mumble something incoherent like "yeah but you haven't even come once gimme a couple of minutes i'll just catch my breath and return the favor" and I would just chuckle and nibble on his ear and nuzzle his jaw and maybe pin him to the bed and do all the work myself just so he can enjoy being pampered in bed a little more
getting dommed by cuddy and house only for house to throw a fit bc cuddys strap is bigger than his cock
just a thought that i’ve had every day for like two months
if ur taking requests i would love a blurb or smth about gregory house dating a reader who is too sweet for their own good, maybe they stop by the office at lunch and everyone is like who is this angel and why are they with house
Ok, this one was a hard one because honestly I had a hard time trying to imagine a scenary that would fit someone sweet to be House's soulmate (In my head, he had to be paired up with someone just as sarcastic -and maybe also a pain in the ass). When I finally figure the sceneraio I just couldn't help but mix completly the time line because the characters I need were the original team but I also wannted so much to do a iconic sentence said by Wilson so... you see this incredible and, hopefully very funny, piece.
Too Sweet
Sumary: Gregory House never expected to meet someone who could tolerate him, let alone scold him, calm him and make him… smile.
Word count: 1617
Read at AO3 | Masterlist | Masterpost
Wilson froze mid-step.
Through the glass wall of House’s office, he saw something that made his brain short-circuit.
House was smiling.
Fuck it house au where house sleeps with everyone except for foreman, who watches in horror and confusion
Suggestive :p
John won’t go to the club with you. But he will drag you to his old man bar.
It’s the type that has street signs and car parts stuck to the wall. They don’t have any of the nicely flavored liquor you like, but the drinks are half price on Thursdays…and there’s pool tables.
Which. Wouldn’t matter. You’ve never been known to play pool, frankly you don’t know how to. But that’s kind of part of the appeal…because now John wants to teach you.
So, he drags you to his old man bar where you’re the only thing that’s not aged, and buys you your drink of choice (though, without the fun flavor you like), gets himself a whiskey, and then drags you to the pool tables.
Then, when you absolutely whiff your first shot, he comes up behind you, pressing his whole front into your back, and caresses down your arms to place your hands properly. He slides the stick back and forth to show you how it should glide through your hands, and you try to ignore the image that creates.
Once you’re both griping the pool stick properly, he bends you over the table, pushing you against it with his hips, and bring his head around to your ear to whisper about aim. And you pretend like you’re listening, but all you really catch is a whispered “juuuust like that, sweetheart.” His breath is hot against your neck, and it makes goosebumps shoot up.
When he finally takes the shot, he jerks forward with the force, jolting himself into you and squishing your hips harder against the table. The force makes a small noise leave you, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, just gives you a peck to your neck and a “perfect, baby.”
And then he’ll pull back like nothing happened, like you’re not sweating and feeling the effects of that in…other places. And the rest of the bar will look at him like he’s a perv…which he is, but you like him like that.
So yeah…no clubs for John.
No thoughts just ghost who avoids sparring with you at all costs, right?
He is doing everything to avoid it, even on days when you're technically supposed to train together. Either sneaking off conveniently before you two are supposed to fight, or goading soap into sending him to medical.
Not because he thinks he's better than you, or that he's scared of being shown up. Rather, he's not fond of the...consequences that will result from a spar.
All his efforts are in vein, however, when price notices and forces you two to spar. He's distracted, it's not hard for you to get him onto a headlock, chest pressed to his back with a laughed "this is the big bad ghost? I've fought rookies better than this!"
You, being behind ghost, do not see the raging boner he's sporting or the blush peeking from under his balaclava, but the rest of the team does.
....yeah. they decide to let ghost explain that one to you....privately.
Sending all my love to abuse survivors, especially rape and sexual assault survivors, as this new wave of just genuine vile disastrous waste that is the new Epstein files hits the public. Sending all my love to those who are watching it turn into a joke. Sending love to all of those who are triggered by anything mentioned in the files that is being widely discussed. Sending love to those who will be triggered by watching waves of evidence be exposed and yet see none of the perpetrators being punished.
So turns out it was to map a support system
John "what the fuck that's humiliating" price who acts like buying pads in public may actually kill him. He insists that its your responsibility to buy all your supplies in advance. He will joke about what a hassle you are with the cashier and guilt trip you for not 'thanking' him with head.
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Simon "what size pussy you got?" Riley who will loudly call you to talk explicitly about what stuff you need. He's coming home with snacks you didn't ask for. He will scoff at men who act embarrassed about something that means their partners healthy. He comes home to eat you out as an apology for not already having stuff for you when you need it.
No thoughts just omega!reader who nests not in a place, but with a person. More specifically, soap.
Most omegas tends to have a space or room they feel the most comfortable in and nest there, usually a bedroom but living rooms or in their mates den is also common. Few omegas, however, feel absolutely no connection to a place. You are one of those omegas.
Instead, you feel connected to soap. Not in the normal 'I love my mate' way, but in the 'I only feel whole when I'm with him' way. Meaning, no nest feels right without soap, and soap tends to trigger your nesting instincts.
Yes, this means if he decides to lie down in the recroom then you are using whatever fabrics available to make a mini-nest surrounding him. Price always knows when a meeting is dragging too long because you'll start fiddling with your jacket lying across soaps shoulders.
How does soap feel about it? Oh, he's in heaven.
Soap loves nothing more than to pass out wherever and whenever his body decides. On the couch, floor, table, the roof. Nothing is safe. He loves waking up surrounded by your scent.
Soap even begins to carry a bag of simple blankets and fabrics that you've scented so you always have materials.
The one time someone dared to joke about you being a 'broken wind-up toy' when you started nesting during movie night, soap spent an hour running laps and the poor sod spent three days in the infirmary.
Inspired by [this] comment by @zombzomb
Hero! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Villain! Reader
warning! violence, smut, dubcon/noncon.
you have been warned.
Imagine! Being a villanous little demon in the dark forest, loyal to your creator and savior the demon king.
Wearing skimpy lingerie, sharp stilettos, laces, nails, everything. You live in the small corner of the dark forest in your little manor, being served by your evil minions. You constantly torment the nearby village, sending your minions to burn and destroy houses.
Everything was perfect, and then he arrived. The hero and savior, Simon Riley or his loyal followers call him 'Ghost'. A big, meaty man, taller than any human male you have ever seen. He wears thick heavy metal armor, a massive shiny sword and a black mask covering his mouth and nose, his eyes the only thing visible.