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Ughhh reader who can't fall asleep without hugging something, they need something to slot their legs in and feel hugged.

You used to do it with two fluffy pillow, sometimes your big plushies.

Not wanting to make it obvious to anyone.

Good thing now you're Simon Riley's lovie cuz that changed everything.

You realised it's not embarassing as you'd thought previously and Simon is one step ahead in staking his claim. This man sleeps like someone is going to steal you from him.

His body completed encases yours, head crooning so you can tuck ur head under his chin, and wrap arms around his frame, his legs are so tangled in yours that it takes some time to feel which one is yours.

Face pressed against his hard chest, his hammering heart slowing along his breaths and then you fall asleep to the faint murmur of his heart

He, to your soft snores.

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childhood friends to lovers where it’s years later and you’re casually undressing in front of them because you’ve done it so many times before all those years ago so what’s the issue now just because you’re adults? only to find them staring at you

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The boomer hold on the phone cracked me tf up cuz why can we only see his nose

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some do not respect

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this just in: hyper independent control freak gets off on the idea of being completely helpless and at someone's mercy

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You're gonna be okay but if not you will be loved I promise

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Y/N padded barefoot into the kitchen, their oversized hoodie swallowing their frame and their eyes still heavy with sleep. Simon sat at the table, mask off for once, sipping black coffee and pretending to read the newspaper like it was the 1960s.

They yawned, reaching for the kettle. “You’re awfully quiet this morning. That a bad sign?”

Simon didn’t look up. “Just peaceful, for once.”

That peace lasted about three seconds.

A suspicious sound escaped from Simon’s side of the table, low, rumbling, and unmistakably… organic.

Y/N froze mid-pour.

Simon blinked. “That… wasn’t the chair.”

A grin spread across their face slowly, wicked and gleaming. “Simon Riley. Did you just…”

“Nope.” He sipped his coffee, deadpan. “Denial is a powerful thing.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N laughed, walking away from the kettle with theatrical disgust. “You’re disgusting. Actual war criminal behavior.”

Simon shrugged, entirely too calm. “Better out than in.”

They swatted at him playfully, but just as they opened their mouth to deliver another cutting joke:

They inhaled.

And instantly regretted it.

“Simon!” they gagged, stumbling back with both hands over their mouth. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did something die in your intestines?!”

Simon leaned back, smug and unbothered. “Tactical strike.”

“You’re a monster.” Y/N backed away toward the window, waving their hand in front of their face. “I’ve seen you gut a man and you still managed to top that level of horror.”

“Shouldn’t’ve mocked me,” he said, stretching with a satisfied sigh.

They shot him a glare through watering eyes. “You wait until I’m the one with the protein farts, Riley. Vengeance will be mine.”

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Don’t ask me what this is… I just needed to get it outta my system. Hope y’all enjoyed the ride!

Reckon this one might’ve belonged in the drafts, but here we are! Holler if I messed up lettin’ it loose.

Thank you for reading!💚

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little subby simon drabble.. :3

Simon does enough of it every day. Working, listening, following orders. It’s only reasonable he’d bring the obedient attitude home with him.

A girlfriend is something he never really thought about having, let alone sex again. But the first time you slept together, it’s like a switch flipped on from being laidback and being off duty; to needing to submit again. Needing to give control, to work and listen and follow orders.

“Mouth gettin’ tired, honey?” Your sweet voice whispers, all syrupy and soft from the pleasure humming through your veins.

The man grumbles, eyebrows relaxed as he laps at your cunt, eyes covered by a thin, white cloth. “Mm—mm..” He hums, and you could see his temples ripple and his jaw move. Simon suckles on your clit, the taste of you making him dizzy.

“Ma’am,” He murmurs, breathing a bit heavy against your hot, wet pussy. He cleans up the drops of slick sliding down between your ass.

“Right here.” You whisper back down to him, sliding a hand into his dirty blonde head. “Bein’ so good, handsome.”

Simon nods lazily, his nose rubbing against your clit. His bearded face nuzzles into your sloppy cunt, licking and kissing across the seam. “Inside, ma’am..?” He whispers, rubbing his tongue across your entrance.

“Fuck. Yes Simon.” The heavy breath permission is all he needs to devour your pussy, thrusting his tongue into you with small grunts, hands tied tight behind his back. He eats like a starved man, sloppy and with purpose. You were his focus. Your body was his temple.

“Make me cum,” You murmur down to him, rolling your hips on his face.

He sighs through his nose, swallowing your slick arousal, following every twitch and moan he got, doing what you wanted, what you needed over and over again.

“..Yes ma’am,” Simon exhales.

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this tweet is literally never not on my mind

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Ram Hybrid! Price who was born with curled horns, broad, dark, and striking. He remembers them and the the weight of them, the ache behind his ears when he got headaches, the way kids at school would ask to touch them. He remembers using them too, affectionate butts, defensive slams, moments of instinct.

But the horns are gone now.

It was a mission gone wrong, a cruel captor and a medical choice made without his consent. He doesn’t talk about it and no one asks. Sometimes, in the quiet of his office or late shift, he runs his fingers over the scarred stubs behind his ears and goes still.

The world treats him the same of course. He's respected, feared, trusted, but he doesn’t feel like a proper hybrid anymore. Especially not when other rams tower over him, horns full and proud. Or when people glance past his species ID with confusion. Or when instinct creeps in and he has no way to channel it.

So he hides that ache under duty and command and power and control.

Until you come along.

You’re a guard dog hybrid, maybe an Akita or Anatolian, sturdy and loyal, protective to a fault. Your instincts don’t just notice Price, they fuckin' latch to him.

You scent his discomfort before he voices it. You see how he holds his head in profile, like trying to shield where the horns should be. You hear how his voice tightens whenever the topic of hybrid rankings or anatomy comes up.

By nature of your upbringing, you grew up around plenty of literally sheep and goats and some of your closest friends were rams. (Naturally, y'all got along great.)

So, you do what you do best.

You nudge his head with your own. Big ol’ affectionate bonks.

At first, Price goes rigid. He thinks you're teasing, but then you do it again. And again. Until finally he starts indulging you, leaning his head against yours just to feel the pressure ease.

One day, you even rest your head against his neck and stay there, rumbling a low, steady sound that vibrates right into his chest.

“Don’t,” he murmurs, gruff and low.

And you just huff, your tail thumping happily against the couch cushion.

And with an affectionate grumble he mutters, "alright, ya lazy thing, just for a little."

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after being away on a mission for a week, simon comes back home to an interesting situation.

it started as a warmth. a slow and unfamiliar heat curling low in your belly, making your skin feel too tight. at first, you thought you were just missing simon. missing his scent, his warmth, the way his rough hands would pet between your ears until you melted into soft purrs.

it had been almost a week since you had last seen him. you thought you were just yearning for him and the fuzzy feeling that grew in your tummy when you saw him.

but then the warmth turned into an ache, something deep and restless that made your tail flick and your thighs press together, your puffy little cunt already damp with slick.

you whined, digging through the laundry basket, desperate for something that smelled like him. when you found his hoodie, you buried your face in it, inhaling deeply. it helped, but not enough.

the heat grew worse, you tossed your clothes off as if that would help. 

your body felt strange and needy in a way you'd never experienced before. you squirmed on the bed, your skin oversensitive, your little cunt puffy and throbbing, slick dripping down your thighs. you whimpered, rubbing your legs together, but it didn't ease the empty feeling inside you.

then instinct took over as you dragged simon's pillow between your legs, your hips rolling against it with a broken purr. it wasn't him, but the fabric carried his scent and that was enough to make the heat feel less overwhelming.

you gathered more of his clothes around you, building a nest, surrounding yourself with the only comfort you had while he was gone.

your cunt was dripping, swollen and desperate, your slick soaking into the pillow beneath you. you couldn't stop rutting against it, your nails digging into the fabric as you chased relief that never came.

you didn't know why you felt like this. you didn't know how to make it stop. all you knew was that you needed him. 

the first thing simon noticed when he stepped through the door was you absence. you had alway been there waiting at the door when you heard his keys clanking against the door. the secone thing was the scent—something sweet and warm clinging to the air. his boots barely had time to hit the floor before he heard a tiny whimper coming from his room.

his muscles tensed as he moved down the hall. "kitten?"

the sight that greeted him snapped the last thread of his patience.

there you were. naked, trembling, and rutting against his pillow like it was the only thing keeping you sane. your little cunt was puffy, glossy with slick, thighs trembling as you ground down with a desperate whine. his clothes were strewn around you in a messy nest, the sweet scent of your arousal thick in the air.

your bare skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. but what really struck him were your eyes, wide and glassy with something between fear and desperate need.

"oh, sweetheart," he murmured. your first heat. of course you wouldn't know what was happening , you'd never been through this before. he knew this would happen eventually. he just didn't expect to come home to it. to you naked and rutting on his pillow in shallow and inexperienced thrusts.

you reached for him with trembling hands, a low groan escaped from his throat at the sight. the moment his fingers brushed your shoulder, you melted into the touch, your whole body shuddering. he could feel the heat radiating off you, could see the way your thighs pressed together restlessly.

"shhh, i know," he soothed, sitting beside you. your purrs came in erratic bursts, confused and needy. when he gathered you into his lap, you nuzzled against his chest with a sound so vulnerable it made his throat tight. you wasted no time rutting against his growing erection.

your innocence in this moment was almost painful. the way you clung to him like he was your only anchor but little did you know that he was your executioner. 

his gaze darkened as he laid you back against the nest of his clothes, your thighs falling open with a soft, needy whimper.

your cunt was swollen, your clit hard and throbbing, slick dripping down your thighs in thick, glistening streaks. the pillow beneath you was soaked, the scent of your arousal thick in the air.

"fuck, look at you," he murmured, voice rough with awe and lust. his thumb brushed over your clit and you jolted. "been humping my pillow like a good little kitten, huh? so desperate for me."

you whined, your tail flicking restlessly, your hips twitching up into his touch. you didn't know why it felt so good, why his praise made your belly tighten with something warm and fuzzy. all you knew was that you needed more.

"shhh, i've got you," he cooed, his fingers trailing through your slick, gathering it up before pressing a thick digit against your entrance. "gonna take such good care of you, baby. gonna make it all better."

you gasped as he pushed inside, your walls fluttering around him instantly. your back arched, your nails digging into the sheets as he curled his fingers, stretching you in the most delicious way. your purrs came out broken, your mind foggy with pleasure as he worked you open, his thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit.

he could feel your innocence like a fragile, sacred thing trembling beneath his touch. the way your body clenched around his fingers, so tight, so untouched, made his cock throb against his briefs. his breath came rough, uneven, as he watched you unravel, your little whimpers music to his ears.

he imagined spearing into you, tearing through that last shred of innocence, painting himself in your blood like some kind of sacrament.

it was a filthy, monstrous thought—one that should’ve disgusted him, but it made his erection even more unbearable.

"that's it, sweetheart," he praised, his voice like gravel. you could very well tell that he was holding back. "takin' it so well. fuck, you're dripping, such a messy little thing."

your body trembling as foreign sensation coiled tight in your belly. you were so close, so desperate, your cunt clenching around his finger as he fucked it into you with slow, deep strokes.

"c'mon, kitten," he urged, his free hand petting between your ears. "let go for me."

and just like that you shattered. your orgasm crashed over you with a force that left you gasping, your thighs shaking as you squirted all over his hand, your slick gushing in hot pulses.

simon didn't stop, working you through it until you were sobbing, oversensitive and still rutting against his palm like you couldn't get enough.

"good girl," he growled, leaning down to lick a stripe up your slit, his tongue lapping up your mess. 

he didn’t give you a moment to recover, his mouth sealing over your puffy little cunt with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. you jolted, a silent cry trembling in your throat as his tongue lapped at your slick, devouring you like a man starved.

the sensation was overwhelming. your thighs twitched around his head, your fingers knotting in his hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“fuck, you taste divine,” he growled against your folds, his voice thick with lust. his tongue dragged through your slit, slow and filthy, before circling your clit with ruthless precision.

you arched off the bed, your mouth falling open in a whimper, your tail lashing wildly behind you. he didn’t let up, his lips sucking at your sensitive bud, his tongue flicking over it.

you’d never felt anything like this. your body burned, your cunt throbbing, your hips rocking helplessly against his mouth. you didn’t understand why it felt so good, why his tongue sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins. all you knew was that you needed it, that you’d die if he stopped.

simon could feel you trembling, could hear the tiny, choked breaths you made as he ate you out like a man possessed. he pulled back just enough to murmur against your soaked skin, “you’re doin’ so good, kitten. just let me take care of you.”

his thumb spread your folds, his tongue dipping inside your fluttering hole. the groan he let out was sinful. “christ, you’re sweet.”

you whined, your legs shaking, your nails pricking at his scalp. he chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “i know, baby. i know.”

he lapped at your entrance, gathering your slick before pressing a thick finger inside you, curling it just right. your back bowed off the bed, your cunt clenching around him as pleasure crashed over you again, your orgasm ripping through you with silent intensity.

simon drank you down, his tongue lapping up every drop of your release, his fingers working you through the aftershocks. when he finally pulled away, your thighs were quivering, your pussy swollen and glistening, your chest heaving.

he shushed you gently, his rough hands petting down your trembling thighs.

"look at you," he murmured, voice thick with awe. "so perfect. so fucking pretty like this." his thumb swiped through your slick, spreading it over your puffy lips, and you whimpered at the touch. "you're gonna take me so well, kitten. gonna fit me just right."

you stared up at him with wide, glassy eyes, your tail flicking nervously. his cock was thick, veined, the tip already leaking precum. it looked intimidating and a fearful sound escaped your throat. you’d had him in your mouth before, but this was something entirely different.

"shhh," he soothed, leaning down to nuzzle against your cheek. "i won't hurt you. promise." his lips brushed yours, slow and reassuring. "gonna make it so good for you, sweetheart. just relax for me."

his fingers returned to your cunt, working you open again, stretching you with careful, patient thrusts.

"see? you're doin’ so good. takin’ my fingers so well." he crooked them inside you and you gasped, your walls fluttering around him. "fuck, you're tight. gonna feel so good around me."

you whined, your hips rocking down against his hand, your body craving more even as fear lingered in the back of your mind. simon kissed your temple, his breath warm against your skin. "trust me, yeah? i'll go slow."

he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance. your breath hitched, your claws pricking at his shoulders.

"breathe, kitten," he murmured, his voice rough but tender. "just breathe."

then he pushed in.

it was a slow, burning stretch, your walls clinging to him as he sank deeper. you let out a shaky cry, your nails digging into his skin. simon groaned, his forehead dropping against yours. "fuck—fuck, you're perfect. so tight, so warm."

he didn’t move, letting you adjust, his hands petting down your sides. "you okay?" he asked, his voice strained. you nodded shakily, your thighs trembling around his hips.

"good girl," he praised, pressing a kiss to your lips. "so brave for me."

then he pulled back slightly before thrusting in again, deeper this time. your breath stuttered, your cunt fluttering around him.

"that's it," he moaned. "take me just like that."

his pace was slow, careful, each roll of his hips measured. but the heat inside you was relentless, your body arching up to meet him, your whimpers turning into breathy moans. simon’s grip on your hips tightened, his cock throbbing inside you as he watched the way your virgin blood smeared along his length. 

“fuck,” he hissed, his voice dripping with lust. “look at that, sweetheart. made you mine.” his thrusts were slow but deep, each one dragging a shaky purr from your chest. “so fuckin’ tight—grippin’ me like you don’t wanna let go. bet you don’t, huh? bet you wanna keep me buried in this pretty cunt forever.”

his hands roamed your body like he couldn’t get enough.

“gonna fill you up so good, kitten. breed you nice ‘n deep, just like you need,” he groaned as your walls fluttered around him, your little sounds driving him wild. “that’s it, purr for me. let me hear how much you love it.”

you arched against him, your nails pricking his skin as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. simon’s breath hitched, his pace stuttering as he felt you clench around him.

“fuck—gonna make you come on my cock, yeah? wanna feel you milk me dry.” his fingers dug into your thighs, his voice rough with need. “such a good girl, takin’ me so well. never seen anything prettier than you like this. all messy ‘n mine.”

his hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper and you let out a high, trembling whine.

“shh, i got you,” he soothed, even as his thrusts turned possessive, claiming. “gonna ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart. only my cock’s ever gonna satisfy you now.”

your purrs grew louder, your body trembling as pleasure crashed over you. simon cursed, his rhythm faltering as your cunt squeezed him tight. he pressed deep, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, his groan muffled against your neck.

“perfect,” he panted. “so fuckin’ perfect.”

simon collapsed over you, careful not to crush you, his lips pressed to your shoulder as he panted.

"fuckin’ angel," he mumbled, still buried deep inside you. "did so good for me, sweetheart. so damn perfect."

desperate little whines slipped past your lips as you clung to him. your body trembled, still thrumming with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. you nuzzled against his chest, begging silently for more.

simon chuckled, low and rough, his fingers trailing down your spine. 

“greedy little thing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “already so full of me and you still wanted more?”

his hands were rough as he flipped you onto your stomach, his cock already hard again, pressing against your slick entrance.

“can’t get enough, can you?” he stated, pushing inside with one sharp thrust. your whimper was muffled into the sheets, your body arching back against him.

he didn’t give you time to adjust, setting a brutal pace from the start. his fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you over and over, each snap of his hips dragging a broken moan from your lips.

“gonna keep you like this,” he panted, his voice rough. “full of me, takin’ it like you were made for it.”

your heat had you clenching around him, desperate for more, and simon was more than happy to oblige. he pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your back again, his mouth crashing onto yours as he slid back in.

“so fuckin’ greedy,” he muttered against your lips. “but i’ll give you what you need.”

his thrusts were slower this time, deeper, grinding into you with every push until you were sobbing, your nails scraping down his back.

“that’s it,” he groaned. “take it, angel. gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t even think.”

and he did. over and over, until your body was limp beneath his, your cunt still fluttering around him as he spilled inside you again.

“still not enough, is it?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’m not done with you yet.”

find more of this adorable duo here!

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imagine coming back to the 141 barracks after a gruelling mission. You just got through medical and really wanted to rest. After nearly a week of unknown territory, conducting interrogations and being stationed in an uncomfortably cold climate zone your energy storage is exhausted. Like a device running on 3% battery.

So you force yourself through a shower and a quick snack before, swaddled in a hoodie, finally crashing on the couch in the common room. And the second your body meets the cushions it‘s like every single one of your atoms dissolves into the soft upholstery. Just like that your eyelids slide shut and your breathing evens out.

And what do you know Soap and Price walk into the room on their way to also grab something to eat from the kitchen. Price notices a lump on the couch and goes to investigate. He finds bandages peeking out underneath the hoodie, cuts on the temple and a split lip. But you look quite content with your cheek squished into the pillows.

He fondly eyes the dishes on the coffee table and the phone still clutched in your hand. “She had quite the go of it this time didnae she?“ Johnny speaks up from next to the captain. “She did good“ came the gruff reply.

“Aye, a real tough cookie that one, tell ‘er tha‘ when she‘s done with her beauty sleep will ye.“

With an amused twinkle in his eyes Price leaves for the kitchen and Johnny sits down beside you on the couch tucking the blankes up aroud you and your hair behind your ear. “Sleep tight bonnie, ye deserve it“

He notices the slightest sliver of your eyes looking at him and the corner of your mouth twitches upwards before you relax once more into the pillows but this time with a warm hand holding yours.

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AND THEIR SWOLLEN WHAT

I’m at a loss for words but the author clearly isn’t

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Simon Riley who gets back from a deployment just as a new batch of recruits are doing their tap out ceremony.

He watches with mild interest, looking at all these newbies who are so hopeful and full of light, contemplating how long it's gonna take for that spirit to get crushed.

He feels a twinge of jealousy as he watches these recruits get tapped out by family and friends, has fleeting memories of standing for an hour after everyone else left before his drill sergeant took pity on him and tapped him out.

He watches idly as people start filing out, not needing ti get to his transport for another hour.

And then he spots you, standing straight in the middle of the crowd, clearly trying not to cry as you watch your fellow soldiers get lead away by family you don't have.

You clench your jaw, refusing to let the years fall. You're so focused on not crying that you don't notice the behemoth of a man coming up behind you until his hand is on your shoulder.

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Im very weak for the cuddles <3

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price looking hot and sexy as hell, wearing full gear and his waist is so cunty, all black ofc, and reader cannot control themselves, the words tumble out of your mouth

“good lord can i eat you out? i mean can i eat you out- like can i eat you- hmm can i eat you out” you keep stumbling over your words but you’re not really embarrassed, you’re more frustrated with the fact you sound like a broken record

meanwhile price is standing there, arms crossed, cigar hanging from his lips and a smirk pulling at his lips, “take your time, luv”

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