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Started watching the show "You" and it's so funny how I'm just so okay with stalking cause of all the books I read that I deadass thought it was a romance series LMAOOO

Like wdym it's a thriller and not a romance? This guy is a romantic 🥺

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somebody needs to stop me

Roommate!Simon Riley who crawls into your bed late at night when he gets home from deployment.

The apartment is dark, nothing but the hood light on the microwave dimly illuminating the kitchen. He can hear the theme song of your show playing from the hallway. It was something you’d seen a thousand times before, and he knew you’d watch a million times after that. One of his favorite sounds on Earth was hearing the echo of your sweet laughter that came with it. It was the only thing that kept him sane while he was away, knowing he was coming home to you.

He drops his duffle, trudging, begrudgingly, to his room to change and clean up. Oh how’d he’d love to just go right to your arms, but he was disgusting, and he didn’t want to get his sweet’art coated in blood and dirt.

He’d move quickly, barely taking the time to wash his body before he was out and in his boxers.

Immediately, he was standing at your cracked door, eyes flickering to your sleeping frame as the TV light glared harshly around the room.

You were covered in a cocoon of blankets, stuffed animals scattered across the mattress. He loved how everything that surrounded you screamed life. Down to the colors of your pajamas and the books on your nightstand. It was such a drast contrast to what he’d spent the last month being suffocated in. It was his home.

He’d creep in slowly, trying to keep his footsteps quiet as he made the way to your bed. There were clothes on the floor, and he found himself tripping over a few pairs of shoes. A smile crept its way onto his stern features. This was what he’d been waiting for. He’d crawl to your body, pushing past mounds of covers to lay down beside you with a grunt. He’d delicately wrap his arms around your waist, squeezing your skin every so often to remind himself that this was real, that you were here.

You’d stir, hand flying out to push away whatever had grabbed you, but he was quick to ease the anxiety, planting a kiss to the back of your head. “easy now love, it’s just me.”

You’d immediately still at the sound of his voice, relaxing into the warmth of his body. “missed you.” The words are slurred, but they’re there nonetheless. Groggy and hoarse, but yours.

He’d sigh, nuzzling his nose into your hair. The sweet smell of your shampoo makes him breathe a little easier. “missed you too.”

He’d fall asleep like that, passed out against your back. No covers on his body, no clothes. Just you, your show, and the peace finally coming back to him at the feeling of your chest rising and falling.

You were alive. You were here.

That’s all that ever mattered.

can you tell I have an unhealthy obsession with this trope??

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Simon takes advantage of the cold to take you on walks. The chill of the weathers calms his mind while he holds onto you. A hand tightly clamped around yours while you both wander through concrete and pavement alike. No true destination until you pull him into a small coffee shop.

Sharing a cup with him and helping him wipe whats left on his mouth at the booth in the back. He's smitten enough to let you climb over his lap to kiss him. Closing his eyes so his other senses work better, breathing you in. Simon pays the bill with a twenty, not even staying for a tip when he walks you both back home. Eyes fixated on you since the start.

He likes being cold with you. He likes warming up with you even more.

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I have to get this out of my brain but John Price is the most sugar daddy to sugar daddy without even knowing it, he doesn’t just like spoiling his partners, if you are in his life and you mean something to him, you WILL get spoiled.

he spoils the boys with their pub trips, happy to just see his team relax and unwind with each other, even if sometimes that means he has to help a drunken Simon or Johnny up to their apartment, Kyle already knocked out in the back of the car waiting for his turn

Kate will get random assortments of flowers every few weeks, arrangements that make her roll her eyes with a smile playing at her lips as she flips open the card addressed to her and her wife

Nik receives the most random assortment of things, tools, clothes, cigars that Price thinks he’d enjoy, the occasional barbell set. Books that Price has recently finished that he thinks Nik would enjoy.

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simon ghost riley, who misses you so much after being away from you for a couple of months and greets you with cunnilingus!

✎ | again, no pronouns but fem!genitals! pussy!drunk simon. lazy proofread...

simon who comes back home to see his significant other after a good five months is like fucking heaven to him. you could barely even say hello before he's already on his knees, fumbling with your trousers. he peels them off along with your underwear.

he stares at your pussy and before you even could say anything he was already devouring you. his tongue pressed firmly against your clit before slipping down to your hole.

he missed your taste so badly. he missed doing this to you. if this could count as a hobby, this would definitely be his favourite. having his head buried between your thighs is his fucking happy place.

his tongue slips into your pussy, loving the way it clenches around his tongue. he groans into your pussy, drinking up as much of your arousal as possible. it was addicting.

his tongue leaves your hole and drags back up to your throbbing clit, flicking his tongue back and forth against it before wrapping his lips around it.

he sucks on your sensitive clit with lewd noises filling the room. he's so focused on eating you out that he doesn't even noticed that you already came a minute ago.

you moan and scream out his name, telling him to ease up or to give you a break. but it was hopeless. simon was wayyy to focused on having you all to himself, well your cunt at least.

his tongue drags back down to hole and begins to tongue-fuck you. your arousal dripping all over his tongue. the even tighter clench of your cunt around his tongue told him that you came. he pulls away with a grin on his face. your juices dripping all over his chin.

you look down at him, panting and slowly letting go of his hair. you glare at him and that's when the grin widens into a shit-eating one.

"if you couldn't tell, i'm home now."

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— in command.

price may be a hardened soldier, but one thing’s for sure—his command doesn’t extend in his own home.

i love the idea of a big strong man being utterly powerless to his wife i love it so much

as captain of task force 141, john price is used to people falling in line the moment he speaks. his presence alone is enough to command respect—a hardened soldier, a leader who doesn’t waste words.
but you?
you’re his wife, and you’re not afraid to cut him down to size.

“john, what the hell?” you say sharply, standing in the middle of the living room, arms crossed. “wet boots on the carpet again? honestly, do you ever think before you step inside?”

he stays silent, hands resting on his hips, his eyes fixed on you. most people would be too nervous to keep talking, but you’re not most people. “told you once, told you a thousand times—take them off by the door. it’s not that hard, john. do you know how long it takes to clean this up?”

“you might get to play captain out there, but in this house? you’re just john,” you continue, stepping closer. “and john wipes his boots before he comes in—or better yet, he takes them off like a civilized human being. because look what doing otherwise has gotten us into.” you gesture to the muddy footprints leading across the room, glaring at the trail that winds its way onto the freshly vacuumed rug.

your voice is steady, your gaze unwavering, and john feels the faintest heat creeping up the back of his neck. you’re fiery, sharp, and so damn sure of yourself, and god help him, he loves it.

you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to respond. “well? got anything to say for yourself?”

he clears his throat, shifting slightly as he adjusts his stance. his trousers feel a little too snug, the result of something far from appropriate given the fact you’re practically telling him off. still, there’s no denying the effect you have on him—your confidence, your passion, the way you hold your ground no matter who’s on the other side of it.

“won’t happen again, ma’am,” he finally says, his voice low and steady.

your glare softens, and the faintest smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. you turn away, muttering something under your breath about him being impossible, but john’s already watching you with something close to awe.

he may be a captain out there, but in this household? you’re the damn president.

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Testing your new lipsticks by sitting on Simon/König’s lap and kissing all over his face to check how transfer proof it is and he just sits there like a good boy for you <33

(He’s practically love-drunk and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.)

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need simon to eat me out rn </3

i just know he loves it. there’s something about the way your legs twitch and shiver against his shoulders that he loves. he’s not one to look up at you though, he’s just so entranced in what he’s doing that he can’t get his eyes off your pretty pussy.

“jus’ lay back baby, it’ll only take a minute i swear . .”

simon pulls you down to the edge of the bed and hooks those fatty thighs over his muscled shoulders. gathering warm drool in his mouth as his fingers spread you open. feeling a sticky glob of his spit land right on that sensitive clit.

i know he moans into it. his plush lips wrapping around your cunt and whimpering into you. ravenous at the taste and idea of what he’s doing to his pretty girl.

he loves fucking his tongue into you. his perfect teeth grazing against your clit as his hands keep a firm grasp on the top of your thighs.

only when you’re close does he shove a couple fingers in, spitting back out all that slick he gathered up in the process. heavy fingers curling to find that velvety spot inside that just makes you lose it.

“oh look at my pretty baby, gonna cum already? yeah . . i know you are . . ‘s okay baby just let it out” he mewls while shoving dense fingers in and out of you.

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I need this so bad this isn't even funny

꧁ How would COD men react to pink bow on their bicep ꧂

König

König would be smiling like an idiot under his mask

Will call it coquette as you do

Will flex his arm just to see you smile and you'd be telling him to flex it more but he doesn't want to rip the bow apart

He knows that's what you want but he wants to tease you

Would dare you to put one around his cock

"come on, liebling (darling). Put a pretty bow around my cock so it will be cockquette when I will fuck you."

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I really feel like Ghost would be like

"aw, you put a pink bow on me? Do you think it suits me? I don't need your opinion, I know it does. I look good in pink"

He will flex his arm, but not too much so he won't rip that pretty bow apart

He will flex his arm, but not too much so he won't rip that pretty bow apart

Will cover it with something and wear it for the whole day

This man could be killing while having a pink bow wrapped around his muscles

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It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.

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“That’s it. I’m done.” Simon, who had been laser-focused on his phone - he might or might’ve not been looking at engagement rings online - glanced up, frowning as he watched you walk to the kitchen. Your back was turned to him so that he couldn’t see your facial expression, but your tone suggested you weren’t happy. He quickly stood up and followed you to the kitchen, where he watched you turn on the kettle.

“What is it, love?” You didn’t turn to look at him, instead furiously searching the cabinets before trudging back to the bathroom, where you had just come from. “I’m sick of it, Si. I’m gonna go to the doctor and have them rip the whole thing out.” Realization dawned on the soldier. It was time again.

Confused, he pulled up the menstruation app on his phone and checked on your cycle. You were a few days early this month, which explained why he hadn’t received a notification yet. With a deep sigh, he followed you, finding you in the bathroom, once again searching through cabinets. Without a word, he opened one you hadn’t looked into yet and pulled out the fuzzy hot water bottle you were looking for. You turned to look at him, tears in the corner of your eyes, and your lips jutted out in a pout.

“I know, love. Come, let me help, yeah?” You nodded, holding up your arms, until he picked you up. Without even as much as a grunt, he lifted you into his arms, carrying your bridal style to your bedroom, where he laid you down and tucked you in. “I’ll be right back, darling.” After pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, he disappeared out the door and rushed down to the kitchen, where he prepared your hot water bottle just the way you liked. He also grabbed a mug and made you your favorite tea, knowing that the warmth would help with your cramps.

Before leaving, he grabbed your favorite snacks and a soft blanket from the living room. Then he made his way back to you. In the bedroom, you were curled up on one side, cradling your cramping stomach. After setting the tea down on your nightstand, Simon gently made you uncurl and pressed the hot water bottle against your abdomen, over a blanket, where he knew the cramps always were. “There you go, love.” The snacks were dropped beside the bed as he wrapped the extra blanket around you. “I’ll just grab some more stuff, and then we can spend the day here, cuddling, okay?” You nodded, still pouting and slightly wincing when another cramp hit.

Simon hated seeing you like this, so he rushed around the house, grabbing something cold to drink, pain meds, and anything else you liked to have nearby when you were hurting before returning to the bedroom and jumping into bed. The moment he had crawled underneath the blanket, you latched onto him, your very own heater, and he wrapped his arm around you, holding the TV remote with his free hand. Already knowing all your comfort movies and series, he put one of them on, before relaxing and pulling you closer.

A comfortable silence fell over you two as you watched whatever was playing on TV, Simon’s fingers absentmindedly massaging your stomach, trying to ease the cramps, when an idea came to you. Suddenly, heat started to pool between your legs as you glanced up at your boyfriend. “Si?” He grunted in response, surprisingly focused on the TV. “Si?” You repeated yourself, this time capturing his attention. He was already halfway out the bed, thinking that you’d ask him to get you something, but you pulled him back. “Give me a baby, Si.” He stared at you, all wide-eyed and confused for a second before he pounced on you. Let’s just say it didn’t take you long to get your wish.

A/N: Definitely not projecting. Definitely not writhing in pain rn.

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imagine loser!simon with hypersexual!reader, it's to much for that man to handle, as much as he wants to fuck you all the time you're just to much for him, you ride him dry all the time and damn when he tries to take a break you give him those cute begging puppy eyes and he's right back down

but sometimes you can be rather... wild with your urges, on several occasions price has caught you both getting it on (his words not mine) in the storage room and every time he has to lecture you both about work place decency but guess who cant even think right now because your jerking him off under the table, if you guessed simon you would be right

watching how he has to bite down on his knuckles to stay quiet and answer price at the same time as you tease his tip and edge him so much, by the end of the lecturing he's just nodding his head to whatever price was talking about to get out of the room quicker

once he's out of that office he's taking you to his room and begging you to ride him, you teasing him about what price was just talking about and how you could both get in trouble but at this point he just wants to cum and he knows you want it too

(wait i kinda like this pair up, might have to dive deeper)

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More Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley coming into your room at night, no words needed. Follow up on my last post.

His hands are gripping your waist and your tummy, but not only that, he’s actually dragging you downwards with all his strength, pawing at you so your body scoots down the bed, onto his face, ruffling the sheets. The sounds he makes are unholy and like nothing you’ve heard. He’s always barking orders, grunting in disapproval. Now he’s moaning, nearly whining into the wet mess he’s making between your thighs, spit and slick everywhere.

You can’t even see him, only faint moonlight illuminating his bulging arms and head snug between your thighs. You still haven’t said a single coherent word since he came in, running a hand through his short hair, tugging in a way that makes his whole body shiver. He can’t breathe and he fucking loves it, feeling the stress melt from his muscles with every flutter of your hole around his tongue, cramming it inside you.

Everything is a haze. You had been asleep, and now your lieutenants stern, usually hidden mouth was enveloping as much of your pussy as it could and just slurping. Your thighs quivered around his head, feeling worshipped with the way his hands pulled and pulled on your flesh to get you closer.

He inhaled sharply, groaning in his exhale as his shoulders relaxed. You were his free therapy right now. It wasn’t even for you, because he moved up your body at a crucial second, unconsciously edging you. An annoyed whine left your lips, but he was quick to silence you with two fingers slipping between your lips, calloused fingertips pressing down onto your tongue.

“Good to me” was the first words spoken. His voice was hoarse, quiet and you weren’t sure if he was talking more to himself than to you, his eyes narrowed as they observed the way spit pooled at the corners of your lips as you suckled his fingers in contentment. It sounded almost like a surprised observation as it fell from his spit slicked lips.

You blinked up at him in the darkness, spreading your legs to accommodate his wide hips as he slotted them between your thighs.

Your hand curled around his wrist and gently pulled his wet fingers from your mouth. “Can be even better,” you whispered softly, an innocent expression on your face that he found cruel because how could you look at him like that? He had to squeeze his eyes shut for a second to gather his bearing before he looked at you again.

“Show me” he commanded lowly, lowering his chin, his expression dark and set like the lieutenant he was.

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roommate!simon riley who's strangely possessive of you, especially when you bring around company

you thought it was strange, the way simon was overly protective of you, possessive even as he hovered around you in public. it was as if he was trying to sell the image that you two were a couple, when you very much were not.

if someone even so much as looked in your direction, he'd shoot them a glare, dark eyes daunting as he stared down whoever you seemed to catch the eye of.

he was like a guard dog. he was so nice and soft with you, especially in private, slipping his hand on the low of your back in passing as he mumbled in your ear a little "'cuse me, luv."

but when a third party was involved, it was like his teeth were suddenly barred and he was suddenly gripping your hip with a rough paw, large fingers splayed across your clothes, kneading it under his palm.

and don't even mention when you bring over a friend, a male friend to be specific. you thought it'd be okay to bring another man into your guys' space? you thought wrong, darling, because he practically scared the poor guy off.

but before you could even get a chance to chew him out, he had you pressed against the cold counter, shorts and panties pulled to the side as he pumped his thick, aching cock into your weeping pussy. breathless gasps of his name slipping from your lips at his unexpected actions, but not unwelcome as he filled you full of his heavy cock, his bulbous tip hitting all the right spots deep in your velvety walls. reaching spots those boyish men you brought around never could.

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CW: canon typical violence/injury (everyone is ultimately fine, I promise)

Loser!Ghost who’s only talked to you via orders on the field, he’s always been distant around you otherwise. he never meets your eyes, always stands a fair distance away from you, hasn’t spoken a word to you - not even a ‘hello’ when you joined the 141. you’re not sure why he’s so standoffish, you’ve been polite to him in passing. he talks with Soap, has quick witted banter with Gaz, gives Price his full attention, but you? you asked him for the time once and he disappeared, an actual blink-and-he’s-gone moment

Loser!Ghost who watches you from his peripheral, monitors you from across the room. silent as the dead, the occasional twitch of his fingers as he watches you talk to someone. wishes it was him, that he could make small talk without batting an eye. you talk so naturally to the team - giddy laughter shared with Gaz, smart remarks with Soap, respectful comments with Price, but Ghost? his throat gets tight at the thought of you speaking to him, his heart stuttering when you try to talk to him

Loser!Ghost who gets shot on a deployment, nothing lethal, but still a bitch. he hates being cooped up in a hospital room, the idle beep of a heart monitor keeping him company. he’s quiet when the 141 visit, brooding over the situation. eyes trained on his bedsheets, he can hear Soap cracking jokes, Gaz slapping his arm with a scoff. he only snaps to the present when he hears your voice, deep brown eyes gazing at you from his bed. he’s silent, but his heart rate picking up sends the monitor beside him into a beeping frenzy, breathing suddenly a little heavier

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CW: canon typical violence/injury (everyone is ultimately fine, I promise)

Loser!Ghost who’s only talked to you via orders on the field, he’s always been distant around you otherwise. he never meets your eyes, always stands a fair distance away from you, hasn’t spoken a word to you - not even a ‘hello’ when you joined the 141. you’re not sure why he’s so standoffish, you’ve been polite to him in passing. he talks with Soap, has quick witted banter with Gaz, gives Price his full attention, but you? you asked him for the time once and he disappeared, an actual blink-and-he’s-gone moment

Loser!Ghost who watches you from his peripheral, monitors you from across the room. silent as the dead, the occasional twitch of his fingers as he watches you talk to someone. wishes it was him, that he could make small talk without batting an eye. you talk so naturally to the team - giddy laughter shared with Gaz, smart remarks with Soap, respectful comments with Price, but Ghost? his throat gets tight at the thought of you speaking to him, his heart stuttering when you try to talk to him

Loser!Ghost who gets shot on a deployment, nothing lethal, but still a bitch. he hates being cooped up in a hospital room, the idle beep of a heart monitor keeping him company. he’s quiet when the 141 visit, brooding over the situation. eyes trained on his bedsheets, he can hear Soap cracking jokes, Gaz slapping his arm with a scoff. he only snaps to the present when he hears your voice, deep brown eyes gazing at you from his bed. he’s silent, but his heart rate picking up sends the monitor beside him into a beeping frenzy, breathing suddenly a little heavier