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j4miie · 2 days
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when ghost came back from deployment he had just got paid and of course wanted to treat his darling wifey. he took you to the mall and you began shopping picking out some clothes before finding some adorable flared jeans. you picked them in your size before heading to the dressing room with simon trailing behind, two bags in hand.
you pulled on the flared jeans they only got to your thighs. you pulled them off checking the label it was your size.. they just didn’t fit. you tried again and it only got to a quarter over your ass.
‘eveythin’ okay in there?’ simon asks through the curtain he kept shut for you. not trusting it.
‘no…’ you admitted, a little bit of frustration growing.
he opened the curtain and walked in before shutting the curtain. he looked down seeing how it didn’t go. ‘they don’t fit,’ you tell him looking up with glassy eyes. you were always this size, yeah maybe you put on some christmas weight but still you never went up.
‘so? get ya the bigger one, no big deal,’ he tells you as if it was nothing. because it was nothing, just some overthinking and stressing. si left and got you the bigger size before returning. he handed you the new trousers before putting the new ones on.
‘they fit?’ he asks in a mutter, you were never to keen on everyone knowing your business. he came in to the little dresser seeing them. he had a half smirk at the way the jeans fit your ass, your curves looked great. ‘see no big deal,’ he smiles at you.
you smiled, it was no big deal it was a pair of jeans and so what if you got the bigger size? you looked stunning and you always look stunning.
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tiggerriot · 2 days
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he’ll do it, no charge
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lovifie · 2 days
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Stalker!141 x Reader
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Captain Price is constantly wanting to improve the task force's abilities. And stalking an enemy is a valuable skill.
That's why he “randomly” selected you, a simple recruit located on the same base as them. And gave the task force the mission to stalk you, to learn as much as possible of you, your routine, who do you talk with, where do you train, and everything that could be valuable if you were an enemy.
You are not, but you are a woman in the 21st century, and (sadly) you have been instilled every single trick and advice to be safe from men.
The difference between them simply co-living around you, in contrast with living having their focus on you, raises every hair in your body.
At first, you disregard this feeling. They always bring a certain aura around them, it must be your imagination. Why would the task force 141 be following you?
But fast forward a couple of weeks and you are losing your mind. Comprehensible, having 4 (because of course, Price joined) of the best soldiers following you 24/7 would make everyone lose their mind.
At first, it was supposed to be just for a couple of days. But now their interest is peaked, like a rabbit in front of hound dogs. Because why are you so good? They have been following for weeks and they still know almost nothing.
But you can't do it anymore, and at night, when you are doing the sixth tour around the barracks' halls to try and lose him you reach your limit. You turn a quick corner and when he does the same he comes face to face with you, looking at him like an angry mom.
“Can you stop following me?! Seriously, do you not get tired? Cause I certainly am!”
But it only works as adding water to an oil fire, because now that the seal between you and them is broken, now they have no shame to be more shameless with you.
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landojpg04 · 3 days
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I should not be writing this as I have finals and a huge project due by Sunday, but on my fyp all I've been listening and seeing is the new Hozier song that is supposed to come out next Friday. The one where he sings You're too sweet for me, and I cannot stop picturing Simon saying that throughout the discourse of your relationship.
When you both first meet, you notice that when this man drinks his coffee, it’s black. No sugar, sweetener, not even creamer. It's just a pure bitter liquid that he sips through a debrief in the morning. Meanwhile, you loved sweeteners, oat milk, almond milk, sweet cream foams, and anything that would rid the bitterness. 
“Your coffee is basically sugar.” You heard him grumble as you added more cream to your cup. You smiled and offered him the creamer in your hand.
“Won't kill you to try some; it’ll may make the bitterness go away.” You said.
“I like my coffee black.” He says before walking away.
The next night out, you were running late. You finally made it to the restaurant/bar. The team had already ordered some drinks, but behind you was Simon.
“Wanna order together.” You say, and he just nods, leading the way to the bar.
You catch the attention of the bartender.
“Can I get a cosmo.” You said; he nodded his head and looked at Simon for his.
“Whiskey. Neat.”
You looked at Simon with a puzzling look. He raised his eyebrows as you stared at him.
“Your drink of choice is warm whiskey?” You asked.
“It’s better than a juice with alcohol.”
You just laughed at his remark towards you.
“Simon, you just aren’t a fan of sweet things.” You said as the bartender handed you your drinks.
“Not in the aspects you think.” He says before leading you back to the table.
Johnny knew of the crush Simon never dared to let on towards you. He would always push the lieutenant to at least try and make a move or even hold a conversation longer than 5 minutes with you. 
It's not until they are both smoking a cigar and enjoying the quiet of the night when Johnny finally gets a glimpse of his true thoughts.
“Why is it that you won't allow yourself to pursue even past the debriefing room or weekly gatherings? She definitely wouldn’t say no to a night out with just you.”
Simon just blows the smoke he was savoring in his lungs.
“She’s too sweet for me.” That is all he lets on.
Johnny gave him a look, not understanding his thoughts.
“She’s too sweet for me. She can’t be with someone like me. It would be like mixing honey and ash. It wouldn’t work.”
You heard Simon complaining about shoulder pain the other day. You had picked up some lidocaine cream and patches because that is what worked for you. 
“Hey Simon,” You tried to get his attention before he got in his truck.
He stopped and turned to see you catching up to you. You had a small bag in your hand. He relaxed on the side of his door as he waited for you.
“Here you go.” You said, handing him the bag.
“What is it?” He said, looking at it before peeking in.
“I heard you complaining about shoulder pain, and I have the same problem, so I thought I would share the love by getting you some of the remedies I use for you.” 
“You're too sweet for me.” He whispered to himself, almost as a reminder.
“What?” You said, not picking up on what he had just said.
“Thank you, this is really nice of you.” He said. You nodded and gave him a smile before walking over to your car. 
It’s three in the afternoon, and you're in his bed. It's a rainy day, and right now, you both are tucked in under his covers, taking in each other's body heat. You looked up to meet his eyes. He peers down to meet your gaze. Simon could have never thought, after years of this back and forth, that you would still agree to be here with him. You trace the scar that lines his lip. You knew he was afraid to bear himself all to you. To open Pandora's box and let you see him like this. No mask, no guard, just him. He was expecting you to run away from the bitterness he knows surrounds him. But you stayed. And continue to do so.
“You're too sweet for me.” He says before grabbing a hold of your chin and moving you towards his lips. 
ANGST PORTION (don't hate me, but this is also in my head)
He’s standing before you. Hood on, hands in the pocket. He gazes down as he mutters the words,
“You're too sweet for me.”
He’s attempting to break things between you. And his reasoning echoes in your head: You're too sweet for me. At the end of the day, you care for the man you love, have been there for him through the darkness, and have shown him the way it feels to be loved. And he's stepping back because of the words–You're too sweet for me. 
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halloween-sweets · 2 days
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temeyes · 1 day
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thanks for taking care of him while we were gone!! [p1, if you care LMAO]
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mdemorita · 3 days
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can’t forget the ayayayay moment
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0ran-geo · 23 hours
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Ghost wouldn't let him get a hamburber
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chibird · 4 hours
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Small ghost, big progress! 🌸 It’s so nice to pause and acknowledge all the changes and improvements we’ve made in life!
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averyluckyclover · 10 hours
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preqvelle · 2 days
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He's like, "Do you see this absolutely hog stealing my limelight tsk ask tsk ..."
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starryylies · 6 hours
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I would kill for a baby fever Simon.Just imagine him constantly rubbing and caressing your empty stomach anywhere and anytime.And kisses on soft tummy.
AAAAA bby fever si makes me feel so wifey
I hope you like it ~^^
* ੈ✩‧₊˚simon with bby fever * ੈ✩‧₊˚.
ꕥꕤꕥꕤ🍼ꕥꕤꕥꕤ
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🍼. Simon whose free hand always reaches your soft tummy as he rubs it making it feel all warm and bubbly :3
🍼. Simon who wakes up with a raging boner after he dreams of getting your belly all big and full with his cum
🍼. Simon who tracks your cycle- buys you chocolate, crisps and hot cocoa
🍼. Simon almost becomes primal when you’re ovulating, pinning you down, ripping your clothes off, his hot breath on your neck.
🍼. Simon who sneaks on you from the back grabbing your waist as his arms find their way to your tum as he just stands there and grabs you the entire time as he watches you cook.
🍼. Simon who pins you down at the bed as he blows raspberries on your cheeks trailing down to your stomach as he rests his heavy head on your stomach whispering I love you’s.
🍼. Simon who has already picked out baby names. The sons name being Tommy with the girls name being aster or procy (self insert sorry)
🍼. Simon who knows that he will never give his son/daughter the childhood he had
🍼. Simon whose heart skips a beat when you ask him to create a family with you.
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yumethefrostypanda · 2 days
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The Ghost
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callsign-blog · 1 day
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✧˖°. Simon Riley who just adores you, his little subordinate darling on base, especially when you're on your knees beneath his desk as he's writing up reports, the soft sounds of your gagging filling the room as he feels your throat contract around the meaty girth of his veiny cock. His thighs squeezing your head tightly as he keeps you locked down on the length of his cock, feeling drool drip from the seal of your lips around his cock, wetting his heavy balls.
"S'a good girl there, lovie," Simon would groan with a low, guttural growl in his deep voice. "Just keep on me, jus'like that girl, yeah..." his voice would reverberate through your body, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine as you're essentially suffocated on his cock, barely able to take shallow breaths through your nose.
Your only relief if when he releases the hold his thighs had on your head, allowing you to pull back as you cough and choke on spit, gasping for air before your head is being pulled back down on his cock and this time his hips pull up slightly to fuck into your mouth with shallow thrusts until he has your nose pressed into the trimmed blonde pubes at the base of his cock, his balls slapping your chin as he cums down your throat with a roar of pleasure.
"Atta girl," he'd coo down at you, a mess of spit and cum, flushed cheeks and sweaty hairline, and makeup all mussed. "My barracks tonight, yeah?" He'd wait for the slight nod of your head before dismissing you to go off and do your regular duties on base, until the time darkness fell when he'd assign you some... harder tasks.
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xbruised-peachx · 1 day
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The Terrible
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chamomiletealeaf · 22 hours
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okay i saw your tall thick girl post and i gotta ask now… how do we think the 141 men would react to a girl with a tummy / hip dips ? and when she’s insecure about it.
RAHHH YES
As a girl with a tummy and hipdips so deep there are men with rounder hips than me, I love this idea
The way I wrote Johnny's has ME BLUSHING MY GOD I NEED HIM
warnings: afab! fem reader, insecurities, body worship, suggestive themes, reader has a belly piercing for Gaz's blurb, MDNI
Price can not keep his hands off you. Especially if you wear a tight fitted dress. So when he catches you pulling every tight fitted piece of clothing you own out of your closet he's confused.
"Lovie what's all this?" He asks, watching you throw your clothes out your closet.
"I'm getting rid of them." You say, face hidden from him so he can't see the tears well in your eyes.
He goes to pick up a blue baby doll slip dress you loved wearing on special occasions and holds it out to look at it.
"Even this one hun'? You love this one. It looks so cute on you." He says, genuinely confused why all of a sudden you hated the clothes you seemed to love wearing.
You turn around and snatch it from him angrily and throw it back on the floor.
"Yeah well I don't love it anymore." You say, turning back around to continue pulling your clothes off the hangers.
Price cautiously walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Honey. What's the matter?" He gently whispers in your ear.
You stop your movements and close your eyes, biting your lip to try and stop the tears from falling.
You hang your head and let out a quiet sob which causes him to turn you around and wrap his arms around you.
"Hey, c'mon it's ok. What's all this about sweetheart? Talk to me please." He says and lifts your chin up to look at him. "Why are you cryin' sweets?"
You sniffle and try to talk between sobs.
"I- I just wish I looked different. None of these clothes look good on me. If I was skinnier or had fuller hips, or-" You ramble while crying but Price cuts you off.
"Oh honey. Sweetheart." He says and wipes your tears then kisses your forehead. "I don't see what you see. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. What got this stupid idea that you're not pretty enough in your little head hm?" He asks, still holding you like you'd fall out of his reach.
"I just- why do you even like me? All those girls in those catalogues I have look nothing like me." You say, refusing to look him in the eye.
"What? Why would I want anyone else? Who cares about the catalogue girls they're not you?" He questions.
"My tummy, and my hip dips, and-"
"Lemme stop you right there." He says, and drops to his knees.
"Listen love. I don't know why you think you're not the most beautiful woman in the world, so let me help set it straight hm?" He says, leaning his head on your thigh.
"John." You whisper, tears still falling.
"Uh-uh, unless the next words out of your mouth are about how perfect you are I don't wanna hear them." He says while placing a kiss to your thigh.
He runs his hands up your thighs to rest on your hips under your pajama shorts you're wearing.
"You. Are perfect." He says between kisses up your legs. He leaves his hands on your hips and goes to leave a little bite on your hip bone.
"And your hips are perfect too. I don't know why you hate them so much darling. The way they dip in right here is so fucking sexy. Looks so damn good when you wear that cute little fitted skirt with it. Really shows them off. Can't help but squeeze your hips when I see them." He says, moving his kisses right where your hips dimple in on both sides.
Then he moves his hands up from your hips to your soft tummy from under your shorts, keeping his wrists pinned to you. He moves his mouth from your hips to your tummy where he leaves little bites and kisses.
"And this cute little tummy my god." He says with a squeeze making you whimper.
"John stop." You say, trying to push his head away from embarrassment.
"No." He says like you offended him. "I said I was gonna show you just how perfect you actually are so that's what I'm gonna do whether you like it or not."
He sucks a mark onto your tummy making you whine from the tickling sensation of his tongue and beard on your delicate skin.
"You know, that babydoll dress is my favorite too. Shows off your tummy so nicely. Just wanna squeeze you when you wear it. And these shorts. You know how I feel about you in low waisted pants lovie. You always look so soft." His hands are still gripping and kneading your hips from under your shorts and his mouth is kissing and sucking on every part of your skin he can reach around your hips and tummy.
"John please. Tickles." You say with a giggle this time.
"Ah there it is. That pretty smile." He says
"Why don't you let me show you what other parts of you I love as well darling, if you know what I mean." He says with a mischievous grin looking up at you from on his knees, and how could you ever say no to him?
Gaz sees you in a cropped tank top and low waisted pajama pants which shows off your belly piercing and he stares at you like a deer in headlights. You walk past him in the kitchen to make yourself some tea or something and Gaz just... Watches....
"What?" You ask, looking at him with your mug while you wait for the water to heat up.
"Nothing you just..." Gaz starts, "You just look really cute."
"I'm just wearing pajamas." You say, eyebrows furrowed, wondering what could be so cute about you right now.
Gaz takes a step closer and holds your face in his hands.
"Yeah, pajamas that look really cute on you. You always look cute." He says before kissing your lips.
His hands run down your body over your ass which he squeezes, making you yelp. Then his hand comes around to play with your belly piercing.
"You know this little piercing you got is so fucking sexy." He says with a smirk.
"Yeah? I almost didn't get it because, well, my tummy." You say embarrassed.
"What? Uh, hello, that's all more the reason to get one sweetheart. Tummies are cute. Especially yours." He says that last part into your ear while his hands travel up from your ass to grab at your hips.
You giggle, but pull away to pull down your tank top and pull your pajama pants up so they hide your tummy. Gaz catches on and grabs your wrists to stop your movements, and he puts your shirt and pants back in place.
"No. Keep 'em there. Don't get all shy now honey." He says. "Now turn around and lemme see that cute lil' ass and those sexy hips while you make your tea."
Simon noticed you had hip dips when he first saw you out of your cargos while at a formal and he could not stop staring at them. And the way you walked in that long cocktail gown that accentuated the dips in your hips made him instantly hard. He imagined how cute and delicate they would look while he pounded you from behind, making perfect handles for him, and he wondered if you had back dimples too where he could put his thumbs while his hands grabbed your hip dips. He also noticed the way the dress stretched over your tummy, showing your pudge. He could tell you were wearing a girdle or something, but he wished you would have just let your tummy out fully. He thought it was the cutest thing and made you look like Aphrodite. And he knew he had to make you his.
"What are you doin' lovie." He asks, seeing you standing in your full body mirror in your shared bedroom in some new underwear you bought. "Oh. Are those new?" He asks with a smirk, noticing you're just in your new panties you're modeling for yourself and a t shirt.
"I like those. The color is sexy on you." He says, coming up behind you grabbing your ass while resting his head on your shoulder.
"Hm. I don't know. I don't have the body to pull this type of cut off." You say ashamedly.
"What? What do you mean? They look fuckin' amazing on you." He says as he turns you around so you're facing him.
"I don't know, it's not very flattering on me. It's low waisted so it shows my tummy and the band shows off my hip dips." You say, looking down and tugging at the underwear.
"Sweetheart. You just described the best parts about these panties." He says with a smirk as he goes to hold your face with his hand, running a thumb over your lips.
"You can be honest Simon. You don't have to lie. I already know it looks bad." You say, and Simon gets visibly upset.
He steps back a few steps to sit down on the bed and he reaches his hands out to grab you by the hips so you come with him. He tugs so you're standing in between his legs looking down at him.
"Turn around." He says sternly, and you do what he says, turning back around to face the mirror again.
Simon peeks his head out around you and presses his face into your side while his hands grab your thighs.
"Look at yourself bunny. You see this perfect fuckin' woman in the mirror? That's you. And this perfect, gorgeous body is yours too." He says, then he plants a kiss on your hip.
"Go on sweetheart. Say it. Say you're perfect." Simon demands, kneading your thighs and hips while leaving kisses all over your thick waist.
"I'm perfect." You mumble, embarrassed at the words.
"Louder." He says, before he goes to bite at the band of the pretty new panties you bought, pulling it back with his teeth and letting it go, snapping it back in place against your skin, making you jump.
"I- I'm perfect." You say louder, and Simon smiles.
"Good. Now get up here on the bed. Gonna fuck you through these cheeky little panties to show you just how perfect I think you are now."
Johnny actually has no shame. You and him are put together for a mission and the safe house you had was actually super nice. Some air bnb in the woods with a hot tub, so you brought a little bikini just incase you had any time to actually stay at the house. And besides, it was just Johnny there, so who cares?
Johnny did. Johnny cared very much.
You got one full night in the house since you and Johnny finished the mission earlier than expected. Yeah, you guys were just good like that, so you decided to celebrate with drinks and the hot tub you've both been dying to get in.
Johnny is already out there with a beer and you approach him wrapped in a towel with your drink in hand.
"Mind if I join you Sergeant?" You ask playfully.
"Not at all lass. Water's fine." He smiles.
You were trying to figure out how to get into the tub without taking the towel off long enough where Johnny could see your body, but there was really no way to do that. You were self conscious, and what if he didn't like what he saw? But you knew the only way to get in without wetting the towel, was to just take the towel off before stepping in. So that's what you did.
You placed your drink down on the little table by the tub and quickly took the towel off, crossing your arms over your body to hide as much as you could. Johnny noticed and felt bad you felt uncomfortable. After all, he did love what he saw. But Johnny was Johnny, and he stared anyway.
You unwrapped your arms from over your body to step into the tub and you stood on the ledge in it, water coming up right above your knees giving Johnny a full view of your whole body.
He rakes his eyes up and down your body and notices the softness of your body, especially the curvature of your hips and how they dipped in at one point.
cute he thought as he went to take a swig of his beer, eyes never leaving your body.
He also took note of the cute roll of your tummy when you bent down to sit and it made him grin around the beer bottle opening. You were adorable.
"Well fuck me lass. didn't know you had all that under that tac gear." He said with a smirk, and his eyes had a mischievous glint to them.
Johnny always flirted like this, so this was nothing new.
"Oh shut up Johnny." You said with an embarrassed laugh and turned around to reach for your drink. You couldn't reach it, so you had to climb out the hot tub a little bit more, notching your hips on the edge of the tub as you bent over to reach for your drink, giving Johnny the perfect view of your ass, the dips of your hips, and the mound of your covered pussy, which made Johnny's cock twitch in his swim shorts.
You and Johnny always had this unspoken thing, so it wasn't abnormal for this tension to be here. It was just heavier than normal tonight.
You grabbed your drink and sat back into the tub, moving a little closer to Johnny.
"You can come closer bonnie, I don't bite." He says moving up right next to you to lean into your ear to say:
"Unless you want me to." He whispers, making you shiver.
That night ended with Johnny fucking you over the edge of the hot tub, his face buried between your thighs from the same position, and multiple missed phone calls from Price.
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