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Y/n videoing soap ^^

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Also I cannot thank you guys enough for the support I didn't really imagine I'd get as much support as I did 🩷

I wasn't sure if you wanted me to write smth for what you included but if you do please lmk and I'll do that asap 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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Reminder that my requests r open !! ❤️‍🩹

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Price who, for no reason, gives the best hugs ever. He always wraps his arms totally around you, lifting you up a little.

Price who sees you as the peak of his pride— he's really not one to show off, but come on.. he's somehow managed to have you! How can't he tell everyone about you?

Price who always needs to be around you. Always. There's rarely a moment that you're alone. You two are practically connected at the hip.

Price who makes you text him everyday on the rare occasion you're on a mission without him, giving updates and always a cute picture of yourself because he just misses you so goddamn much.

Price who doesn't really understand phone privacy. Always leaves his phone unlocked with you, or asks you to send one of the teammates a text via his phone. He doesn't get it, he's not hiding anything, so why wouldn't you be okay with his phone?

Price who absolutely loves seeing you in his clothing, whether you're wearing a lot or a little. It makes him feel all giddy to see you like that, like his.

Price who wears stupid ass socks. It started as a weird Christmas joke, with Kyle and Soap giving him these socks with santa on it. Every holiday since then he's been getting them.

Price who is low-key??? A sugar daddy?? He knows that's not why you're with him, but he just wants to spoil you. The same with his phone, what's his is yours. He doesn't really know what else to spend the money on.

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What about ghost with an s/o who's just as stoic and closed off (mostly with strangers but more open than him in a relationship) as he is and always looks so done with everything, mostly quiet and only gives one word answers or no answer at all, sarcastic or gives a side eye when someone makes a stupid comment and has a dark sense of humor but they're actually very sweet and gentle once you get to know them???:)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

A/n: I am finally getting to requests ugh

Mentions: fluff, sfw, Simon is scared shitless by romance, angst(?????), but not really

Intimidated wasn't really the word Simon would use in this case, because Simon Riley did not get intimidated.

Yet, he felt a bit odd seeing you. He wasn't sure what to think of you. All of the others in the taskforce were like an open book— So open and friendly, so unlike him. And then there you were, cleaning your gun with an expression on your face that told everyone to promptly fuck off.

Price had noticed you weren't.. falling in the group that smoothly, just like Simon hadn't at first. He assured everyone you were a delight to work with.

Simon wasn't so sure of that, but still, he decided to join you, cleaning his gun as he sat down next to you. Kyle was rummaging around as well, eyeing you. "You two look extra jolly today," he snorts. You don't reply, only looking up at him with a glare. He seems to understand the message, clearing his throat and giving nod. Simon raises a brow, glancing over at you.

He wasn't sure why, but Simon was so incredibly intrigued with you— you barely spoke, and when you did, it was the kind of comment only you could laugh at, and occasionally Simon too. He didn't really notice it himself, but everywhere you were he wouldn't be far behind, trying to start conversation.

It was uncanny, how badly he wanted to talk to you. He wanted to know everything about you, while ofcourse keeping himself at a safe distance.

The bar has flooded empty, leaving only you and some other taskforce members in a quiet booth. It's another late night of celebrations, and you, for once, haven't drunk yourself wasted. You gaze over the booth, watching the other men laugh, occasionally patting each others arm or back.

But Simon also seems to be sober, watching over the others with an almost tired look in his gaze. When your eyes meet, you give a soft smile. The others won't remember much of the evening, let alone you smiling at someone.

Your sudden expression makes Simon's eyes widen a little, especially because all you've been up to now was an isolated grump. He shifts, then gives a nod. When your eyes don't budge from him, he stands, awkwardly shuffling past the others to sit down next to you. "Awful lot, aren't they?" He asks gruffly. You give a nod, sipping your drink and clearing your throat. "And I thought it was bad when they were sober." You say, smiling. "Well, believe me, it can get even worse than this. This is only when they're tipsy." His words make you let out a hearty chuckle, and he smiles in amusement at it. You're not as half as bad as he thought you'd be.

"I have a feeling by the time they're completely drunk, I'll be at home nice and warm in my bed." You state, giving his arm a slight nudge. "Why's that? Not into celebrations?" Simon asks, his eyes focused on you. You shake your head. "I only drink if I want to be miserable." Now it's his turn to laugh, even though it's only a quiet chuckle.

That evening replayed in his mind, you had been so friendly, so approachable that he was wondering why he hadn't talked to you earlier.

"Hard at work, I see." You retort with a little chuckle, watching Simon gaze at the wall with unfinished reports in front of him. He clears his throat, looking at you. He'd get so lost in his head sometimes..

When he doesn't respond, you step closer. "You okay, Simon?" Your voice is so soft now, nothing compared to how you'd bark orders or remark comments sometimes. He gives a little nod, trying to ignore how his chest aches at your sweet tone. "Yeah." Simon glances at you, seeing you holding coffee. You'd made it a habit over some time now to bring him some whenever you could. "That for me?"

You nod, setting it down. "You should take a break, Si." The nickname makes him perk up. "Just not my day today. It's fine." Somehow, you don't really believe him. "Are you sure? I'm here for you. I'd like to think we're friends. Friends do that for eachother."

You're being too sweet, all of a sudden. What happened to you glaring at him, rolling your eyes? He shakes his head, waving you off. "It's fine. I have work to do."

He comes back to his barracks that evening to a little note from you, slid under the door with your number and a little heart on it.

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Simon who isn't really that big on pda but still wants to make sure everybody knows you're his, wants to make you feel loved even if he isn't the best at expressing it :(

Always a sneaky hand in your back pocket, or a firm grip on your waist. He'll be sure to give it a squeeze if he thinks someone's too friendly with you— Your sign to end the conversation and press a kiss to his forehead while you whisper a "Love you."

Simon who, when on leave together always carries all of your bags despite your protests. He's sure you can do it yourself, but why have his pretty thing suffer if he could do it for you?

Simon who is an absolute sucker for the brief kisses in-between moments, always tilting his head so perfectly so you can stand on your tiptoes and kiss his forehead, or maybe let your lips ghost across his temple.

Simon who gets (in his opinion) embarrassingly emotional over seeing you interact with children, because even though you two haven't been dating long he'd love to have a family.

He's scared to ask— mostly because he's not sure if he's even qualified to be a father. But you see right through him, like an open book and you tell him he'd be a great dad to your future kids.

Simon who would do practically anything if you just asked him to. Hungry? He'll make you something. Oh, you don't have it at home? He'll run to the store for you. Cold? He's probably already got an electric blanket ready for you. Not feeling well? That's alright. He'll call you off for work.

Simon who loves lazy mornings despite his new years resolutions being to get up at 6 everyday to go for a morning run. He just can't do it, not when you're so peaceful, huddled up next to him. He'll take you into his arms, peppering kisses on your face and dozing off again.

Simon who enjoys the aftercare almost as much (if not more) as the sex. Getting to take care of you, especially after something so vulnerable makes him feel warm. Brushing your hair out of the way, kissing the tip of your nose as he runs the two of you a bath. Cleaning you up after, making sure you're comfy enough to crawl back in bed with him and have a good long nap.

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I’ve read things where the reader is desperate and horny and Simon makes fun of them for it, but how about reversed roles??

Like the reader riding him, making fun of how much he’s whining and drooling being completely drunk from how wet and good they feel?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

A/n: I love doing more reversed roles but I'm scared it won't get as much notes and stuff lol BUT I AM OPEN FOR REQUESUTS SO PLS SEND JT IN IF YOY WANT IT!!!!!

Mentions: NSFW, sub!Simon, Dom!reader, p in v, praise, nicknames

"Please, please.."

The sounds make you grin, and you stop momentarily, tilting your head. "What's wrong, baby?" You coo, raising a hand to run over Simon's bare chest. He's so sensitive, shuddering and his hips buck up into you, making your breath catch for a moment.

"Feels s'good, mm," His lids flutter, and his hand grab onto the bedsheets. Atleast he's listening this time, keeping his hands off..

You can practically feel his cock pulsing inside you, aching to shift as Simon huffs out of frustration. "Move, please, need you to move." He grunts, his arm twitching like he might reach out to grab you and take what he wants himself.

He loves this— loves it just as much as he hates giving up the control, but god, how could he not want it?

"Ooh, look at you. You're asking me so sweetly, I should probably just give you what you want." You lean in, watching as he does the same to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "Please," He whispers again, nodding. One of your hands runs over his cheek, and with a peck to it you oblige.

You go at a teasing, almost too slow pace as you ride him, watching his movements carefully.

Simon's head falls back, and he's discovered it's no use to hold back his noises anymore. Groans and whines escape from his throat, and you let out a breath, placing both hands on his chest.

"You're so good for me, mmh?" You praise, watching as he whimpers in response, eyes rolled back.

He's too pussydrunk to even think— let alone answer you with a complete sentence. His lips part, and his jaw hangs slack when you speed up. "Oh, oh, please, jesus..—"

"No god here, Simon. Just me." You whisper, letting your hand brush over his nipples. He lets out a broken pathetic noise, his hips bucking up.

It's unexpected, causing you to let out a drawn out moan, leaning down to get closer to his face. "You're—.. Oh, god.. doing so good f'me, fucking me so nicely." Your praises fall from your mouth, watching as he squirms below you. "You feel how fucking wet I am? That's all for you, baby."

Your words make his breath halt, and he tries not to think about them too much, or he might cum already.

"Do you want to cum inside me, Simon? Is that what you want?" You ask, trying to spur him on even more and it works, he groans loudly, nodding. "Please, let'm cum, anywhere you want, please. Jus' wanna cum."

You hum, raking your nails over his chest again and leaning down to nip at his neck.

His hands fly to your hips, and you think about pulling back and punishing him, but he feels so good inside of you. You'll let it slide this time.

You open your mouth to tease him, something about being naughty but the words fade out of your mind when he fucks up into you quickly, his balls slapping against your ass from the pace.

"Haah, so good.." You manage out, a shaky hand reaching up to stroke his cheek again. "So pretty, all fucked dumb like this.." You breathe, and Simon's hip stutter, and he whines loudly.

His hands rest on your thighs as he cums inside of you, filling you up as you gently ride him through it, cooing praises and brushing his hair away from his forehead.

His skin glistens with sweat, and you wish you could take a picture of him like this— totally in the afterglow.

He somehow manages to lean up on his elbows, pressing a kiss between your breasts and helping you off of his cock, a milky white ring around it.

"You did so well." You praise, and it makes him smile softly.

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I'm looking for advice on my writing so if there's any tips/advice you can give me please let me know!!

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Valeria x reader, reader made a nice dinner but valeria couldnt wait until dessert

Valeria Garza x F!Reader

Dessert has a different meaning for Valeria.

A/n: no comment

Mentions: Nsfw, fingering, cunnillingus, domvaleria, subreader, degrading(?), overstimulation

Pleas fall onto deaf ears as you paw at Valeria's shirt, trying to get her to listen to you. Your ass presses uncomfortably into the dinner table that she's pushing you against, her hands wandering over your body. ''Please. Dessert can wait, mi belleza,'' She pleads, giving a soft squeeze at your waist, trying to convince you.

Valeria was definitely not one for quickies, often too busy or enjoying the peace and quiet to do something inbetween, but now she seemed so needy.. You give a look, one that tells her that you want this, but you put effort into this meal, even the dessert.. But you find no real room for arguing when she tugs at your shirt, latching her lips onto your neck. You whine, your hand absentmindedly running up to tangle in her hair, and your head leans back. ''Okay, mmh.. Val, we can go to the bedroom..''

A loud laugh comes from Valeria, and she shakes her head. Her hands trail to your ass, pulling you up to sit on the table. ''Bedroom? Why? This table will be fine.'' She says simply, pushing you further on it. ''You can't be serious!'' You shriek, eyes wide as you watch her run her hands over your thighs. She seems deadly serious. 

''What do you want first, my fingers or my mouth?'' Valeria asks softly, already making work of your pants, unbuttoning them. ''Hips. Up.'' She says bluntly, and it snaps you out of your little trance, and you raise your ass so she can slide the pants out from under them. ''Um, oh, what did you say?'' You repeat sheepishly, squirming a little as she raises your leg and kisses your calf. ''My fingers, or my mouth. Which one first?'' The question has you blinking, staring at her.

Valeria's so fucking pretty, half-grinning at you as her hands rub along your leg. ''Maybe both, hm? I bet you'd prefer that.'' She says lowly, leaning forward to give you a long kiss, ghosting her fingertips across your panties. It's no wonder you're soaked, and Valeria grins at the feeling of it. ''Both, then. Your pussy's answering for me,'' She hums, lowering to her knees. 

''Valeria, we can just go to the bedroom, we don't have to do this here–'' You squeal, halting when she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, tugging you so that your lower half hangs off the table, ''Oh, my god..'' You let out. Lord, this woman is dedicated. You watch as she gazes at your underwear, before grabbing at them and tearing them open. The sound of it makes you jolt, and you huff. ''I liked those.'' Valeria scoffs, tossing the remainder of them to the side. ''I'll buy you new ones. Prettier ones, with lace around the edges.''

The thought of her doing that for you makes your cheeks burn, and your lips part slightly as she inches closer to your dripping core. Valeria grins, acting like you're the prettiest sight ever.

Well, you are to her.

''It's a little pathetic, no? A few words, all that's needed to get you all hot and bothered. Already making a mess before we've started.'' Her words makes everything feel warm, not just your cheeks this time. The humiliation, she loved it. Loved watching you squirm and become shy. ''Valeria..'' You moan, moving your hips slightly so she'll get the memo. ''Impatient,'' Valeria grumbled, her hands tightly gripping your thighs as she moves even closer, her breath fanning over your pussy. You sigh in response.

She's not really one to tease, not when you're waiting for her like this. Valeria's tongue darts out to teasingly lick over your clit, and the first feeling of stimulation makes you let out a breathy noise. She continues to give kitten licks, before gently adjusting one of your legs to rest on her shoulder, leaving her with a free hand.

Her lips close around your clit, nipping at it. ''Oh, my god.'' You cry, to which Valeria hums before pulling back. ''No god here, only me.'' You want to smack her, but you feel like jelly. Everything does, especially when she puts her mouth back on you, that free hand of hers ghost over your folds. Her middle finger rubs along, gathering some of your slick before she presses it inside of you, knuckle deep.

You swear only she can draw out the most unholy noises out of you like this, only work her mouth like this on you. She keeps her hands still, only keeping her attention focused on your clit instead of your cunt. In a pathetic attempt you buck your hips, trying to get some more feeling from her hand. She gives a disapproving hum, still busy on your pussy as she decides she'll give you what you want– just this once. 

She pumps her hand, albeit slowly and keeps her eyes trained on you, relishing in the way you whine and throw your head back. Your hips move, trying to go along with the rhythm. It's a shame she won't have you cumming on her mouth this time, she thinks.

Valeria abruptly pulls away, but compensates by speeding her hand up a little bit. ''Mm.. Look at you, you're so needy,'' She pushes you back up the table so you won't slide off. ''You're just a little pretty toy, no?'' She leans in, and she adds another finger into your sopping cunt. The squelching sounds echo through the kitchen, and you look away out of embarrassment. ''Say it. Say you're only for me.'' She demands.

You swallow, '''M just your plaything, Val– Ahh! Mhh, please.. Just for you,'' You babble, head empty as your eyes flutter closed. ''That's right.'' She cooes. She can feel and hear you getting close, your moans getting higher pitched and short. ''You gonna cum for me, pretty?'' Valeria asks, watching as you nod and open your eyes, batting those pretty lashes. Your lips are parted, practically begging for a kiss.

She's happy to give it to you, especially when you're dripping on her hand like this, just about to cum. Your moans get muffled by her lips, even when you squeal when you come undone. Your legs twitch, and you're panting, but she's still going. Her hand continues pumping in and out of you, and your hand flies to her wrist between your legs. ''Mmhh, I came, you– Nnhh.'' 

Valeria doesn't seem to care, watching through heavy lids as she smacks your hand away. You're sensitive from your orgasm, no wonder you're squirming. 

''One more, belleza, okay? Be good for me.'' She whispers to you, tugging your shirt up to expose your tits. A shameful whine escapes you, drawling out into a moan as she squeezes at your chest, leaning down to catch a nipple between her teeth. ''Oh, oh my god, Valeria, Oh..'' You're not even sure what you're saying, it just blurts out. Her tongue runs along the sensitive bud, causing you to arch into it. You're so easy to rile up, it's ridiculous.

Valeria pulls back, watching you pant. Her other hand comes down to play with your clit, and she only feels a little mean for overstimulating you like this. ''Please, oh, please, i'm gonna cum, it feels so good..'' You ramble, legs hooking around Valeria's waist as you continue to buck your hips.

''Mm, cum for me. Cum on my fingers,'' She encourages, pressing against your clit. It's all it takes for you to moan out again, shaking as she helps you through your orgasm. 

She loves seeing you like this, all blissed out and fingered dumb. After a few moments she pulls you to sit up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. ''You did so good, so how about a nice warm bath?''

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NO WAY THANK YOU GUYS!!!! SO MUCH MWUAAHHHHHHHH

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

A/n: this is just pure fluff i have nothing else to say

Mentions: nsfw, p in v, soft sex, hand holding 🥹, fluff, so so sosksosoo cute, kinda inspired by 'fair' from The Amazing Devil, should def check them out, domestic Simon, femreader

It's not often intimacy is so soft with Simon, so loving and trusting. Often, the two of you find yourself going at it like two bunnies, panting and covered in sweat.

But there's those moments in-between, when the both of you are so tired from a mission, with aching bones and dirty bodies, that he finds comfort in a shower and burying himself into you after.

It's not lust-driven, or horny like usual. It's sweet, and gentle as he peppers kisses across your face as his big hand rubs circles into your waist.

He had been iffy with intimacy at first, eventually letting you coax him into it with gentle praises and a safe word too, just to make sure he felt comfortable. You were his rock, he realized from that moment on. Someone he could let touch him, physically and everything beyond it. Simon wants nothing more than to crawl into your arms and never leave.

He'd never felt it before, and even now when he gently pulls your legs apart and places a peck to your bare knee, it feels like he's being vulnerable for the first time all over again.

But he knows it's trusted. And he smiles at the trust you have in him, too, as you stare at him with flushed cheeks and tired eyes.

He lets out a soft groan as he guides his cock into you, leaning forward, pressing his head into your neck. Your hand gently runs through his hair, and you whine softly as he bottoms out, staying there for a moment.

God, he could die happy here. Inside of you, warm, loved.

"Fuck," Simon grunts softly, slowly pulling back and thrusting into you. You let out a small noise in response, your hand aimlessly trailing across his body to find his hand, threading your fingers through his.

He squeezes, before continuing his slow pace. A soft smile quirks at your lips, something so blissful about this— It's not about the orgasm, or the fact that he's naked. It's the comfortable feeling of his body against yours. The shared glances in-between and the little laughs when he does something a little stupid.

Simon's free hand gently grabs your jaw, turning it and moving so he can kiss you softly. You both don't really have the energy to talk, but the little squeeze to his palm tells him enough.

He speeds up a little, still kissing you sloppily and grinning into it when he hears you moan out. His hand flits down between your legs, running his thumb over your clit to gently coax out your orgasm.

Your kissing turns a bit needing when come undone, making you lean up to kiss him a little harder, and your hand pulls at his hair.

"I love you," You whine in-between kisses as he thrusts through your high.

That does it for him— The soft confession, the look you're giving him. It melts his heart completely, making him groan and stutter in his movements, coming inside of you. Simon's head falls back into the crook of your neck, and both of you pant for a few minutes.

Then he places a gentle kiss to your shoulder, not even bothered to pull out yet. "I love you too."

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Hiiii , you are one of my favs and I was wondering here me out . You know how British monarchy knights people for good things imagine the 141 task force find out their s/o was knighted . Could be for anything from science to military. Just a thought 😅. Much love ❤️

TF 141 x Knighted!Reader Drabble

A/n: I'm so happy to hear that I'm one of your favs, just in general I didn't really think my blogs would get much love. It's really surprised me. Thank you so much for the love ❤️‍🩹 I did a little research, but I'm not British so it might not be spot on lollolololl

Mentions: lass used once but for the rest GN!Reader, fluff, I left it kinda open for what you got knighted except for prices so ppl can kinda self insert

• John price

It came up in simple conversation, totally unexpected. It was no secret that as a field medic, you had saved many lives (Including John's) while keeping yourself going at the same time. It was impressive.

John's arm hangs lazily over your waist as you lounge together, leg crossed over the other. You're chatting about how you ended up working as a field medic, not so briefly mentioning that at one point, you had reached a certain number of lives saved.

And that you had gotten knighted for it.

The way you had said it was so calm, almost like it wasn't a big thing at all.

John sits up, his eyes widening as he looks down at you, who seems confused as to why he's just gotten out of the comfy position. "You're knighted? You got knighted, love?" A big smile spreads on his face, and he places a big kiss onto your cheeks. He's so proud of you. He was before, but knowing this makes him feel just a little warmer inside.

He's smiley about it, the whole day. Giddily slipping the fact that you're knighted into every conversation he has with anybody that isn't you.

• Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

It's a heated make out session, causing you to almost burst through the door into your quarters, the hinges creaking as you close it behind you.

Johnny's hands firmly wrap around your wrists and press you against a wall, wary to not push you against the shelf close to you. His eyes flit to it, then back to your lips. Johnny seems to go in for a kiss, but stalls and pulls back when he sees a photograph of you at the knighting ceremony.

With a quirk of your brow, you watch as he grabs it, inspecting it. "What, you— you got knighted?" He asks, admiring the picture for a moment before glancing at you. You smile softly in response to his question, and nod. "Yeah. Just before we became.. friends, actually. You didn't know?" You say, gently taking the photograph out of his hands and putting it back ontop of the shelf. "I did not, bonnie.. but I shouldn't be surprised. Not with the likes of you, talented lass." Johnny whispers, allowing you to pull him back in for the kiss.

• Simon "Ghost" Riley

You didn't actually tell him. He found out himself, just after the two of you had gotten into a relationship. It's not like he was wary, just curious— So he searched you up.

He definitely didn't expect this, he knew you were talented, but god.. getting knighted? The swell in his heart only got worse when he read about it, his lips quirking into a small smile. He just wondered why you didn't tell him?

It's a few days later that he surprises you in the morning, wrapping his arms around your waist while you're cooking up whatever..

"When were you going to tell me?" He asks gruffly, almost sounding accusing at first. It makes you turn and raise a brow, pressing a kiss to his lips for a moment. "Tell you what?" You ask, genuinely confused. He tilts his head, and you feel like you're in trouble..

"That you got bloody knighted? Were you just going to hide it from me, sweetheart?" Simon tugs you a little closer, spinning for a moment. Your worried expression fades into a lazy smile, and you shake your head. "Oh, Simon.. Seriously? That was a while ago."

"So? I wanna know who I'm marryin' in the future. I wanna know what you've accomplished." He says, his voice softer than usual. You snicker, your cheeks slightly burning. "Yeah, fine. I'll tell you over breakfast, hm?"

• Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Absolutely flabbergasted. Does not believe you at first, thinks you're joking. You're still relatively young because you're in his age range, especially to get knighted.

A hearty chuckle escapes him, and he can't stop grinning. "Right, yeah. You got knighted. For what? That pretty face?" Kyle teases, shaking his head.

However, then you pull up with the evidence, and he's just.. staring at you, half smitten and half wondering if he's not some big failure for not having accomplished something big like this at this age.

He pushes the thoughts away, grabbing onto your collar and roughly pulling you towards him to kiss you, his other hand cupping your cheek. When he pulls back, he's staring at you softly, a little in disbelief. You're his. "You're so fucking perfect, you know that?"

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The sound of groaning fills your ears like it has been for the past half hour, just like the sensations of John's hand in your hair, occasionally tugging or guiding you back to his leaking cock.

"Fuck, woman. You're driving me— Shit, insane, love.." He grunts, obviously trying to hold back his noises. It's really not your fault, honestly. He was the one who wanted you to take care of his hard on while doing paperwork.

You smile sheepishly, pulling away to lick a long stripe from his balls up the length of his dick, stalling at his tip.

He shudders, throwing his head back as his hips move forward. Gently wrapping your hand around him, you pump him a few times as you kiss the head, the pre-cum covering your lips in a sheen.

"Faster, honey, please, faster," John whines, and it's the first time you've actually heard him beg for it. For anything, really.

You move obediently, taking his cock into your mouth again and deepthroating him fully, your nose nuzzling against his skin. He groans, loudly now, and his voice turns a pitch higher when you pull back, bobbing your head.

It doesn't take long for him to cum, it never does with you.

His thighs twitch, and he guides your head to go a little slower when he finally slips over the edge, spilling into your mouth and watching as you swallow it down, batting your lashes.

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Soap with an Welsh f!reader? 😩 With him just trying his best to learn her about culture, language and country. Just loving her so much that he'll do anything for her. You can add anything I just want my Welsh representation ‼️

Johnny ''Soap'' Mactavish x Welsh!Reader

a/n: i did research. sort of. still, im sorry if its not perfect :( i also havent written fro johnny before so this is.. new

mentions: Fluff, Johnny's an arse, but it's cute

''So, yer basically speaking Elvish, that's it?'' A Scottish voice snaps you from your thoughts. A Scottish voice that belongs to a man you'd very much like to punch and slap. Knowing Johnny was.. dreadful, but even more so now that he seemingly discovered Welsh was the inspiration for Tolkien's Elvish. Your culture wasn't something you spoke about often in the group, mostly because you didn't think any of the members would bother with it.

But then there's Johnny, who seems to be almost too into it. He was constantly at your side, teasing and asking about it. You were wrong, however, to assume that it held ill intent. He was head over heels. Totally smitten. With you, the way you looked, the way you acted.. Ofcourse he was going to try and get to know you. Despite your annoyance, he didn't let up. He'll get what he wants eventually. 

''Not really Elvish then, Bonnie?'' He asks, leaning to you in the booth of the bar. Fuck, that nickname too.. You had to look it up the first time he called you that, thinking he was calling you by someone else's name.

''Not really, Johnny.'' You grumble in response, downing the last of your drink with hopes that it may numb the irritation and secret attraction for him. Sure, he was a cock, but he also had this irresistible aura around him that was intoxicating somehow. It made you want to linger around him, so you did just that with the hopes it wouldn't be too obvious. 

''So it's just inspired it, then, lass? Come on, talk to me.'' He presses, causing you to huff and shift towards him. ''Yes. It's just inspired. But it's a bit annoying because that's all people talk about when I tell them i'm Welsh.'' You mutter, which causes his smile to twitch slightly. Shit. Bad move, Johnny.

He clears his throat, scooting a little closer to you. ''Alright. Tell me somethin' interesting, then.'' Johnny says with a nod, staring at you. The way he's giving his undivided attention is making you slightly flustered, especially with the way he's looking at you. Good grief.. 

You move again, your hands placing around on your thighs as you think of something to tell him. Eventually you let out a little breath, ''Um, well, the language is very pretty. Cariad means darling, for example.'' Why am I telling him about nicknames? ''Uh, blodyn means flower.''

As you speak, Johnny's nodding along, seemingly very interested. ''We also have these things called love spoons, and they're just spoons with symbols engraved in them. It's like a token of love, sort of.. My mum always got me ones with flowers on it. It means love. It's kind of silly, but it's sweet.'' You say, smiling fondly at the memory. When you briefly glance up at him, he's practically swooning as he looks at you. ''Sounds adorable, lass.'' His hand rests on the free spot between you two, inching a little closer to your thigh. You smile softly, tilting your head. So he is actually interested. ''Uh, yeah, it's.. yeah.'' You reply, slightly unsure how to continue the conversation. Awkward silence washes over the two of you until Johnny speaks up again.

''So, you plannin' anything after this?'' He asks, his other arm gently snaking around your shoulders. You aren't sure if it's the drinks you've had, or that Johnny just looks so damn good that causes you to lean into him, shaking your head. ''Mm, alright, lass. How about we watch a little movie after, aye?'' His other hand places on your thigh, giving a soft squeeze. 

''Only if ya want to, though, No pressure.'' He adds quickly behind it, not wanting you to feel pressured– especially when intoxicated.

You nod, leaning your thighs over to his side, as if telling him it's okay. ''Sure. Aslong as you don't talk about that fuckin' Elvish again.'' You reply, and let out a little noise when Johnny's hand wraps around your waist to pull you flush against him. ''Or what, Bonnie?'' He teases, looking down at you. ''I'll shut you up.'' You blurt, realizing just how wrong it sounds until after you've said it. He snickers, his hands toying at the edge of your shirt. ''Oh, yeah? You will?'' 

You give an annoyed grumble in response, feeling your face heat up. That wasn't how you meant that comment. At all. You can feel Johnny lean in a little, his breath hitting your ear. ''Shut me up then, lass.''

You definitely did when you got back.

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Not sure if you’re open for requests so please ignore if I missed it!

Humbly asking for a ‘How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop’ but we are the tootsie pop. And Simon is trying to see how many licks it takes for us to cum on his tongue

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

A/n: I loved how u worded this LMAOOO also yes. This is so. Yes.

Mentions: Nsfw, domsimon, subreader, oral f!Receiving, degrading(?), pussy slapping, Simon's mean about it

''Simon, ah! Mffhh..'' Your voice muffles as you throw your head back, placing your hand over your mouth in a pathetic attempt to keep quiet as Simon had his mouth on you like he was a starving man. 

When he first brought up the idea, it caused you to blush and laugh– He couldn't be serious.. Right? Counting how many licks it'd take for you to come on his tongue was.. insane, but also an idea you didn't really want to say no to. Before him, you hadn't had a man between your thighs before, and now it felt like you were having your pussy eaten daily.

Simon grunts as you cover your mouth, temporarily pulling away to yank your arm down. His chin is covered in spit and your arousal, and his lids are heavy. ''I want to fuckin' hear you,'' He grumbles, pinning your hand down by your hip. His other hand pulls away from your thigh, landing a slap on your sensitive pussy. You yelp, jolting a little.

You thanked the gods he wasn't counting out loud, you would've near died from humiliation.. Although him doing this wasn't new, it seemed different this time. More.. primal, somehow. The way he watched you, daring you to cover your mouth again with those eyes. His tongue was on you in seconds again, licking long stripes between your folds and slowing down as he reached your clit.

It caused you to mewl, your hips raising off the bed slightly as you arched your back. You were close, and it was kind of embarrassing how quick the feeling was building up. Your eyes flutter closed, and you try to enjoy the bliss from the feeling until Simon smacks your thigh, pulling back again. ''How many times do I have to goddamn tell you? Eyes stay on me, yeah? Fuckin' slut..''

His head lowers again when you give a weak nod, keeping your eyes lazily focused on him. You can tell he's enjoying it– The way he's bucking his hard-on against the edge of the bed, the way he looks so pussydrunk. 

The whole sight of it gets you squealing, one of your hands grabbing onto his hair. He grunts in response, speeding up a little. ''Simon, Simon.. Ah, Si..'' His name falls like a sacred mantra from your lips, your hips rolling to give more stimulation. His grip on your thighs tightens, and his lips wrap around your clit. The feeling of it sends you over the edge, and you whine out, still pulling at his hair. 

You can feel him grin against your inner-thigh, and he peppers kisses along it as you come down from your high, panting. After a few minutes, he crawls over next to you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you snugly against him.

''Forty-two,'' His voice rings out, and you need a moment to process.. What? Fort- Oh.

It's way less than you thought it'd be, but then again, Simon just.. does those things to you. ''You're just.. too good.'' You whisper softly to him, pressing a lazy kiss to his chest. He hums in response, running his hand through your hair. ''I'll clean you up, yeah? Be right back.''

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i just need some domestic Valeria fluff with fem!reader

spending the day together, hanging out, cooking together, literally anything 🥺

Valeria Garza x F!Reader

Quiet evenings

Deep down, she knows she doesn't deserve it. The brief kisses, the gentle touches.. None of this should be reserved for a cartel owner as stern and viscous as her. Yet, when she finds you leaning on the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but a sweater and panties she forgets the blood. Valeria forgets the horrid things that still appear in her mind when she sleeps, like a tape replaying itself.

You're humming. She's too caught up in watching you to recognize the tune, too distracted with the peacefulness of the situation. God, how did she manage to get so lucky?.. Usually, nobody ever made her dinner. Her nights consisted of microwave food at most, because it was the easiest thing available. Now here you were, preparing what smelled like heaven on earth. You startle out of your musical noise when Valeria's hands wrap around your waist, pulling you snug against her. ''What are you making me, bella? Smells delicious,'' Her nose presses against your neck, and you smile, reaching up your hand to toy with her hair for a moment. ''It's just pasta with some good sauce.'' You snicker, and Valeria gives a firm squeeze.

''What? You do know i'm Mexican, right?'' She teases, moving to stand beside you instead. One of her hands leans on the counter, the other still holding onto you tightly. ''I guess i'll forgive you this once..'' She hums with a smile, causing you to playfully nudge her side with a snicker. ''Whatever, Valeria.. I can't be in the mood to cook up some three course meal everyday..''

Despite all of her jokes, Valeria can't even begin to describe how much you mean to her. How much a simple homemade meal means. It makes her feel warm inside, unfamiliar. And where she'd shut it out from herself in the past, with you she welcomed it with open arms. She had been hesitant at first, but came to her senses briefly when she realized she wouldn't have this with you forever– Missions would need to get done, and she'd need to go. Valeria decided it was best to just relax in the bliss of the moment while she could.

In a moment of vulnerability, and totally lost in her own mind and feelings she tugs at your shirt, pulling you in for a soft kiss. Her affection often came in bursts, as she was still trying to get used to a life that is loving, and calm. When she pulls back, her expression is slightly sheepish. ''Sorry,'' Valeria whispers, not all that sorry.. Your cheeks burn, and you shake your head as you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. ''It's no problem. Now, be a dove and make the table, please.'' With a firm kiss to her temple, Valeria grabs plates and utensils, feeling all giddy inside.

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also i forgot to add gaz 🥹🥹

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So.. One of my main headcanons regarding the romantic life of 141 is that Gaz has a thing for older people. I don't know how but he seems like a guy who would enjoy that his partners are older, more experienced. So could you please write something that involves this? Like Gaz, the youngest in the task force so at least in his mid-to-late 20s, realizing that he fell for the older, badass f!reader, that is his commanding officer and in her late 30s to early 40. You can decide if it fluff, smut or something else 🫶

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

Older

A/n : daddys home!!!!!!!!!

mentions: fluff, so so so sweet, age gap but not in a creepy way (gaz is 29 and reader is 36), gaz is smitten, down bad, boner mentioned. but no smut, soorry guys

Kyle knew it was bad, truly, he did. And it was too cliche for words as well, to fall for his commanding officer and act like a schoolboy any time you were around. He promised himself some time ago before he enlisted, that he wouldn't fall in love. At all costs, he wouldn't allow himself to do that in a place like that.

But the way you stood so confidently, barking orders at the new recruits that included him– He was hooked, weak, and oh so smitten. Kyle made sure you didn't notice, keeping it under wraps excellently as he assumed it'd just be one of those small crushes people got on their superiors. It wasn't anything serious, and it wouldnt turn serious either. But the thing that made him rethink the fleetingness of his feelings was the fact that you were oddly.. sweet in person. You still had that certain air to you, but softer. Kinder. A side of you that he saw more frequently after he ranked up.

''How's your training been going, Gaz?'' You ask, leaning over him as he sits in the common area. He jolts, not having expected you at first before turning to you with a soft grin. ''Just wonderful, ma'am. Better watch out for competition.'' Kyle teases, shifting. 

His remark makes you snort, crossing your arms. ''Oh, you wish.'' You walk over to the other side of the couch, sitting as you keep your gaze firmly on him. Fuck, he can feel himself getting nervous under your gaze.. ''You have been improving, though. Truly, well done.'' You smile. ''You're one of our most remarkable we have here..'' 

He's absolutely insane, he thinks, as he seems to notice your eyes flickering down to his lips as you compliment him. Surely you can't actually be flirting with him? Kyle laughs nervously, ''Thank you, ma'am. It's quite obvious who i've learned it from.'' Cheeky bastard. 

In a way, he thinks it was doomed to happen to him. Falling for someone.. older. More experienced. Due to his time in the military, he had– in his opinion– matured far quicker. It was no wonder he'd long for a partner who knew what they were doing, and didn't play around with him.  

The taboo of it is, somehow, attractive to him. Knowing he shouldn't, but doing it anyway. He was absolutely sure you were attracted to him too, or at least favored him over the others in the taskforce. You'd always order him to train with you, and if not you'd always be lingering nearby. But it was a certain training session that made it unable for him to hide his feelings anymore..

''Alright, again, get up.'' You barked, motioning for Kyle to stand after you'd knocked him down again on the mat. He obliged, standing and taking a fighting position. ''Anticipate my movements, love, don't focus too much on getting a hit in, yeah?'' You say with a nod, trying to encourage him.

He smiles softly at you, ''You should prepare yourself.'' He can't help but jab, blocking with his arm as you try and throw a punch at his head. You shake your head, grinning at his attitude. He tries hitting you himself, but you're faster, twisting his arm and kicking your leg against both of his. He stumbles, falling to the floor but trying to regain steadiness. He should know better, especially when you push him down and roll him over to straddle his lap, keeping him down on the mat. 

It's like something flips in his head as he looks up at you with a few pants, adjusting to rest on his forearms. You're grinning down at him, panting too as your thighs squeeze his middle. Kyle doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at you as he takes you in. Fuck.. ''You should get off,'' He mutters, feeling quite warm now that you're on top of him with nobody else in the room. ''But I won.'' You say with a cheeky grin, leaning back and brushing your hair aside. He looks away from you, his cheeks burning. Jesus, he can feel it, he wonders how long it'll take until you do. 

Well, not long, apparently, because after squirming on his lap for a few more seconds you can feel something rubbing against your ass. That definitely wasn't there bef– Oh. OH. You can feel your face heat up, because this definitely wasn't what you thought would've happened in this game of cat and mouse. He knows you know, and he's a flustered mess because of it. He's just about to blurt out an apology as you cut him off.

''My room. Ten minutes.''

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