141 Twt Links :)

141 twt links :)

MDNI 18+ Under the cut!!

24 links, lmk if there's a problem with them/a repeat, and I'll fix it :))

✰ SIMON RILEY ↷

Shower.

Rough !!

Taking care of his sweet baby.

Fill you nicely <3

Simon's obsession !!

Missing you while deployed :(

✰ JOHN PRICE ↷

John's obsession <3

His favorite way to relax after a hard day !!

Back pain? Never heard of her.

Lover boy :(

Missed these pretty tits.

All he can think about.

✰ JOHNNY MACTAVISH ↷

His pretty kitty !!

Can't even wait to get home.

Ride him all night.

Vocal !!

Mindless <3

Johnny's obsession.

✰ KYLE GARRICK ↷

Fuck you stupid.

Take it like a champ !!

Kyle's obsession <3

Fold you and watch you take it.

His favorite way to unwind.

Treat her well.

woke up wanting to write something with my pretty boy kyle and this was born.

cw: nsfw. fem!reader. gaz obsessing over the pretty college girl by his side. implied future stalking ig? unedited.

someone catches Kyle’s attention on the plane.

his legs are on the verge of cramping and his breath is ragged, running to board his connection flight at the last call. after falling off a helicopter twice in the last operations, he developed an uneasiness of flying, no matter the aircraft, preferring taking the train over being miles up in the air, even if it triples the travel. but this time, he just wanted to get home the fastest way possible for a much-needed night of sleep in his own bed, instead of the barely cushioned military-issued mattress.

he hopped on the plane and made his way through the corridor, gaze fixed on the numbers under the luggage rack, attentively looking for his spot. he stopped by row thirteen, eyes darting between the number and the woman on the window seat. i could’ve sworn i marked that one when i booked? Kyle checks the boarding ticket again – row 13, seat A. it’s the right seat, why is there someone on it? 

an annoyed sigh escapes his lips, gathering the energy to speak up and reclaim his rightfully bought seat. the problem is, he gets ultimately struck when the seat-thief notices him standing and turns to face him. wide eyes meet his brown ones, immediately softening at the sight of your tempting glossy lips and delicate fingers pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. pretty little thing.

“i’m sorry, is this your seat? it was empty on the first flight,” you say, an apologetic tone in your voice as you frantically close the book on your lap and shove it in a bag, “i’ll move back for you–”

“it’s alright, keep it.” he interrupts, throwing his carry-on in the rack and taking the empty middle spot beside you. he smirks at your appreciative nod and watches you settling again on the backrest, buckling the seatbelt at the shining signal hovering your heads and paying extra attention to the flight attendant announcements, even when no one around seems to care. sweet girl, so considerate to everyone.

the plane starts speeding on the runway, and from his peripheral he views your squeezed eyes and nearly white fingers gripping the armrest, breathing quickening during the gravity push of the take off. it takes a moment for you to release your tight grasp and exhale, making his hand twitch with an urge to soothe you, tell you that you’re safe.

he shakes the sensation and leans his head back, focusing on the one thing he can do to pass the time – sleep. but he can’t keep his gaze out of you, glancing to his left whenever you make a movement, no matter how small. the rapid keyboard tapping guides his irises to your laptop screen, catching a few words in a sea of what for him sounds like an alien language. DNA strand? allele? locus mutation?

he sneaks a look through your figure and his eyes land on the familiar blue logo on your hoodie, the same one he always sees on the walk from the market to his flat. uni a couple blocks from me. do you live on campus? or nearby? that neighborhood is awful at night, full of old blokes searching the pubs for a quick fuck with a naive college girl. but you seem smart, not the type to fall for their tricks, right?

the harder he tries to avoid your presence, the more you make yourself known, almost making him feel like it’s on purpose. the way your plump lips wrap on the water bottle, slight drop scaping on the corner and trailing down your neck, your flowery perfume filling his nostrils when you shift on your seat to remove the top layer of your clothing, exposing the low-cut blouse underneath and the soft roundness of your tits. is that for me, sweet girl? need a break from studying so hard? the sudden tightness of his trousers brings him back to his senses, stirring the thought out of his brain. 

keep it cool, Garrick, he repeats over and over in his mind, ignoring the tent forming on his lap and praying to whatever god is out there that you won’t see it, even while standing up and brushing your legs on his knees to get to the corridor due the cramped space. however, he doesn’t miss how the guy by his side shamelessly ogles your cleavage when you step past him, making his blood boil and his fists clench – like he wasn’t doing the same exact thing minutes before.

while you're away, he glances at your screen again, noticing the constant message notifications from the contact ‘Marcus - DO NOT ANSWER’. already looking bad for you, mate. curiosity takes hold of him and he starts reading the texts, silently chuckling at the guy’s pathetic attempts to get your attention. what did he do to earn a cold shoulder, sweetheart? did he hurt you? didn’t he pay enough attention to you? i bet he couldn’t even fuck you the way you deserve. 

he keeps skimming the messages until the grin tugging on the corners of his mouth fades into a frown when he reads ‘you’re gonna regret leaving me’. now, who’s this prick? think you’ll get away with threatening my girl?

his body stiffens when you come back, eyes darting back to the small telly in front of him when your hand brushes on his thigh while sitting once again. he hears your irritated huff when you skim through the messages, shutting the laptop with near violence. i can take care of him for you, love. you won’t have to deal with that by yourself anymore. 

the pilot’s muffled voice coming through the speakers and announcing the landing shortens his daydreams about getting rid of Marcus. it would be a great way to keep himself busy while on leave, making sure to do it fast and secretly, of course, just to protect his sweet little thing. poor guy wouldn’t even know what hit him.

the pressure change on his ear is the telltale sign of the aircraft lowering its altitude, landing gear out to hit the lane and brake the machine. he turns to the side, watching again your knitted eyebrows and how your nails dig into the seat. this time he doesn’t contain himself and his hand gently lingers over yours, the softness of it sending lightning strikes over his body and almost making him cum instantly. 

your glinting eyes find his face with a grateful gaze, lips mouthing a sugary thank you when the plane finally stops. he helps you take your handbag out of the rack with ease, using the situation to flaunt his muscles. i can even pick you up, darling. would love to feel your pretty thighs around my waist. you wouldn’t have to walk a day in your life. 

his eyes follow the sway of your hips through the airport, heart almost bursting when you wave goodbye and flash him a timid smile. you think that’s the last time you’ll see him, he thinks this is just the beginning. a name and university? he’s used to finding people with even less information. see you soon, sweet girl.

this is john price vibes when he gets home from deployment argue with ur mum

(afab!reader, minors dni 18+)

the cod men + pantyjobs: a twt p link collection ;P

soap starts off by rubbing the head of his dick over your slit. it's wet and sticking to you from the grinding of his leaky tip against your sopping pussy, makes it absolutely perfect for him to see the outline of your clit while he works you over. he gets impatient tho. impatient enough that he needs to feel your pussy on him. yanks the cloth to the side so he can have access to your bare cunt. but still holding that barest bit of control that he won't fuck you. yet. maybe he'll tease you a bit. he's a dog of a man, after all. dips in just the tip so quickly it surprises you. but the stretch of his fat cockhead makes you churning for more. he loves to feel the damp material of your underwear against his fingers while he fucks you with just the tip and thumbs at your clit. uses your panties like a handle to pull you forward so bit by bit he can slip in deeper.

i just know gaz is is nasty about it, disgusting, but somehow still so romantic. you can't help but look at him with heart eyes when he's cum all over your underwear and pulls it aside so he can smear it all over your clit. uses his dick to do so, just in case he can add a little more to that pretty pussy ;) the way his tip keeps catching under the hood of your clit and wiping his seed all around leaves you throbbing and crying out for him. oh, baby. he knows, he knows. makes sure to collect the cum onto his dick and fucks the cum into you, as deep as he can go. the stretch of his dick and the burn of the tug of your underwear stings so good. pumps you full of all the cum you want and pushes your panties back over you with a loving pat to your pussy so you can keep it all in there. your panties were already ruined from before if not already. he'll buy you more just to cum in them later.

price fucks your underwear as if it's your pussy. uses it more as punishment than anything else. you don't deserve his dick just yet. so he just grinds the underside of that pretty cock over your pussylips and stains the front of your panties with a nice wet spot. leaves you gasping and whining because it's not enough. he'll scoff at you because when was his dick never enough? you don't want it then? he threatens to leave you high and dry but the humping off your hips is just too tempting for him. he'll keep rutting his cock over your covered cunt before dipping it back under so he can feel the spread of your lips under the heaviness of his cock. becomes obsessed with your whiny sounds and pathetic expressions that it ends up getting him off. cums all over your mound and falls in love at the way your panties prevent his dick from twitching so much. needs to go again, has to go again. not even for punishment this time. sorry, darling. you're in for a long one.

this is more so you staking your claim on him. and ghost would absolutely love to oblige when you throw your panties over his dick before riding him. "your dick," he grins when he can feel the way the crotch of your panties rub at his balls and smearing your slick all over them (he'd worked you well over before). "my pussy." he accentuates that with a mean thrust so that you can feel the rough grind of your panties back against you. holds you in place so he can fuck you. he probably brings a hand down there to squeeze the base of his dick and stroke it with your underwear. loves the feeling of jerking off into your panties and does it in a way that you're sure it's happened before. but you just can't keep your eyes off how he wears your panties over his dick like a fucking trophy and really proves to you how much you own that dick of his.

living with alex keller means that eventually you've come to expect interruptions with work because he can't keep his hands off you... or out of your pants. starts teasing you and kissing at your neck while rubbing you over the crotch of your pants, then slowly trails his fingers under your waistband to give it to you where you really want it. the twisting of his wrist to finger your slit over your panties gets you worked up really quickly, to a point that you're clawing at his arms to get him to do something, do anything. but he's so content on teasing you that you have to take matters into your own hands. you have to flip him over and sit over his cock to grind down on it, give him a little payback because he loves your panties so much why not keep both of yours on? act like you're riding his cock as you grind down on him and listen to his grunts turn into near whimpers when your clit rubs against his balls. his cock stands tall in his own boxers and he's begging you to just ride him properly. but this feels so good, so much that you don't realize he's cumming and making a mess of himself hehe.

oh but alejandro loooves to watch you bounce your ass against him. you were in such a hurry to grind on him and show him how much you wanted him to fuck you that you didn't bother undressing all the way. alejandro is nothing but a tease. slips his dick under your panties and lets you grind against his dick like you've been wanting to. his balls slap against your clit when you move your hips back and he has a tight grip on your thigh at the hot sight of you so desperate. to be honest, nothing strokes his ego (more than your hands or ass) than seeing the huge dickprint he leaves in your underwear. it gets him going especially when the material gets sheer and he can see what color his tip is through your panties. wonders if he can still see it when his cum leaks through the material and paints it a creamy white instead.

rudy is so considerate about it. knows what your pussy wants before you do, but knows he needs to set the mood for you. rubs large, warm fingers over your folds and lets you grind against his palm at your own pace. all the while one hand slips under your shirt to pinch at your nipples and you rub your clit over the pads of his fingers. he feels you getting wetter and wetter, making sure to collect your slick and try to rub it upwards so there's less rough friction. but soon your wet panties become more and more of a nuisance so he moves them to the side to finger you properly. rubs at that clit in a way that has your hips twitching because all of a sudden it's too much. your barrier of protection that was the flimsy cloth of your underwear is gone and you're at the mercy of his fingers sinking into your pussy to stretch you out nice and good for his cock.

graves merely watches as you give him both a pantyjob and a thighjob all in one. loves to feel the burn of the crotch of your panties against his veiny cock, loves to see how his cock disappears between plush thighs, loves to see that ass bouncing up and down on him. he can feel that pussy throbbing against him and in turn his dick twitches back because fuck what a sight you are. it was your idea to treat him like this, have the power of still being dressed while he's fully naked and dick standing at attention for you. makes you feel even hotter when he lands a hand onto your ass and squeezes tight because he's going to cum soon. can't bring himself to get you to stop. he can feel you soaking through the crotch of your panties and glide against him in smoother ruts. i dunno if he's cum as hard as he does as ropes of white shoot high into the air and splatter against your ass and thighs. you want to feel it so bad against your pussy so you make sure to milk him of all he's worth and coax his cum to stain your panties and get you wetter than before.

könig doesn't want to bother you, doesn't think that the heaviness of his balls or achy, leaky, angry red dick is enough to get your attention. but he thinks you must be the same, right! so he just has to take care of you if that's the case. gets on his hand and knees and starts nudging his face between your legs. his tongue starts to scrape against your folds that you look over at him to tell him off. you have to stop yourself because the fact that he's able to feel your clit on his tongue through your panties brings him near tears of relief and you pity him so much that you let him continue. he has all the power to move your panties to the side, and he does a couple times to get a taste every now and then, but for some reason he loves the rough feeling of cloth against his tongue. lets it soak up all his spit and your own juices. in fact, holds it in place while he tongues at your pussy and his knuckles sometimes rubbing against your slit as he moans out at the taste of your damp panties.

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖! 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ♡

Simon catching baby fever, but you’re only roommates...

141 masterlist (there'll be a part two of this)

Before you, the only time Simon really left his flat when he was home on leave was to go to the gym or to go get groceries. 

He was content with this routine, he found comfort in the familiarity of it, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of his own space. Or at least that is what he told himself. This way of life had been sufficient for him for a long time, but as time went on he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. 

That is when Simon found himself considering the idea of getting a flatmate. He thought about it for a while, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. On one hand, he enjoyed his independence and privacy. On the other hand, having someone else around the flat could be a good thing, and he does have an extra bedroom in the flat that’s just collecting dust. Maybe it would be a good idea… Maybe.

After much contemplation, Simon finally decided to take the plunge and start looking. He posted an ad online, and waited for responses to come in. To his surprise, he received a good handful, he had actually not anticipated that that many, if any, would be interested in sharing his space. It is a little overwhelming, and as he goes through the applications he starts to doubt whether he had made the right decision. 

What if he didn’t get along with any of them? What if they were messy or loud or just generally annoying? It was a dumb idea to begin with, he thought to himself, but then as he looked through the last application, something caught his eye.You. 

You seemed responsible, tidy, and overall like someone he could get along with. But there was something more about you that intrigued him. Maybe it was the way you wrote about your love for cooking and how you were looking for a quiet and peaceful place to call home. Or maybe it was the photo you attached to your application, a warm smile on your face that made Simon feel at ease. 

Maybe this could work out after all. 

And work out it did, maybe a little too well. It has now been a little over a year since you moved in, and despite Simon being gone on deployment more often than not the two of you have become very close. You cook meals together. You watch movies on lazy nights, where you will sometimes fall asleep on the couch, your lashes kissing your cheek as the soft glow of the tv illuminates your face, and Simon can’t help but feel a warmth in his heart as he tucks the fluffy blanket, that you had brought with you when you moved in, over your sleeping form.

After you moved in, his flat feels more like a home than it ever had before. It’s like you were always meant to be there, filling up the empty space in his life that he didn’t even realise was there. 

There is something so oddly domestic about all the small things you do together – sharing a cup of tea in the evenings as you talk about your day, or even playfully arguing over who gets to do the dishes that night, even though he secretly never actually minds doing them. 

Pushing the trolley down the aisles of the supermarket as the two of you do the big shop together on Sundays are one of his favourites, though. Because he knows what it looks like from the outside – just a couple doing their weekly grocery shopping. The only thing that would make the scene even more picturesque would be with a little baby in the trolley, a perfect blend of the two of you, giggling and reaching out to try and grab for the items on the shelves as you both laugh and try to keep them entertained.

These thoughts will sometimes sneak into Simon’s mind, and he will quickly shake them away, reminding himself that it is just his imagination running wild. He can’t think like that, it isn’t fair to you or to himself. But still, the idea lingers in the back of his mind, growing stronger with each passing day.

It has started to get harder and harder to ignore these thoughts, these feelings. He tries to push them away, to bury them deep down, but they keep resurfacing. He never really expected to feel this way about you, about anyone, really. But now that he has you in his life, so close yet so far from what he actually wants to be he can’t help but dream about a different life, to have a family, a future, a life outside of the military and his flat.

Suddenly, Simon starts to notice more and more babies around him. Whether it’s at the park when he is on his runs, in Tesco, or even on TV, they seem to be everywhere. And each time he sees a baby, his heart aches with longing. It doesn’t help that your neighbours just had a baby, and he has to watch you coo over the little boy every chance you get. It is like a knife twisting in his chest, knowing that he will never have that with you.

It has always been a secret desire of his, a wish he knew he would never be worthy of having fulfilled. And yet, it linger in the depths of his heart, elusive and shimmering like a mirage in the desert. The dream of someday having a family of his own, of doing things right, of breaking the cycle he had grown up in. After meeting you, his dreams became more vivid, more concrete. 

He has fallen in love with you, and that scares the living daylights out of him. He never thought he would be in this situation, especially after all the sick shit he has been through. But here you are, filling up the empty space in his heart, making him yearn for a life he never thought he could have.

But Simon is good at keeping his emotions in check, so he continues to play his part, to act like everything is okay, like he doesn’t feel this overwhelming love for you that threatens to consume him. 

But late at night, Simon lies awake in bed, when he is sure you’re sleeping and he is staring at the ceiling, his heart feels heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings. 

And when he tries to decompress, by fisting his aching cock in his hand, guilty thoughts of you will flood his mind, making him ache with longing. 

He knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t be thinking of you in that way. But the images of you, of your smile, of your laughter, of your kindness, they linger in his mind, fueling his desires. The way you smile and laugh and light up his life in ways he never thought possible, it fuels a fire within him so all consuming, so intense, that he can’t help but give in to it, even if just in the confines of his own mind.

And as he strokes himself, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have you in his bed, to feel your touch, to hear your moans of pleasure. He imagines what it would be like to hold you close, to feel your warmth against his skin, to hear you whisper words of love and affection in his ear. To have you beg for him to fill your womb and mark himself as yours. He would love it – to pump you so full with his cum, for it to take, to see your body change with his child, to create a life with you, to have a family of his own. 

He will have to bite down on his own hand to stifle his groans and to stop himself from moaning your name out loud. It’s a dangerous game he plays in the silence of the night, as he knows that these feelings, these desires, can never be acted upon. But still, he can’t help but indulge in these fantasies, in these dreams of a life that he may never have.

And as he lies in his bed after, spent and worn, a sense of guilt wash over him. He knows that it’s wrong to have these thoughts about you. But he can’t help it, he can’t control it, and as he lies in the darkness of his bedroom, he can’t help but feel the sting of longing in his chest, knowing that you lie in your own bed just down the hall, so close yet so far away.

simon 'ghost' riley who says you guys can't be in a relationship because he's emotionally unavailable.

simon 'ghost' riley who doesn't stay the night because he's afraid you'll get too attached.

simon 'ghost' riley who tells you he's just using you for your body. that's it.

simon 'ghost' riley who says you're nothing too him but a toy.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too cold hearted for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too old for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who claims he's just a shell of a man.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he'll ruin you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says you're too sweet for him.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he'll hurt you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too dark and demented for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too broken to be in a relationship with you.

...

simon 'ghost' riley the fucking liar

...

simon 'ghost' riley who was pussywhipped the first night with you.

simon 'ghost' riley constantly messaging you when he's deployed. 'good mornings' and 'good nights' every day without fail.

simon 'ghost' riley who was gentle the first night together.

simon 'ghost' riley who spends most of the night cuddling and soothing you.

simon 'ghost' riley who barely even has sex with you most nights, preferring to just being in your presence, existing.

simon 'ghost' riley who goes straight to your home after deployment and falls asleep on your couch.

simon 'ghost' riley who treats your body like a temple - always putting your pleasure before his.

simon 'ghost' riley who indulges in whatever your interests are. even if he's deployed. that singer you like? got tickets for you and a friend. favourite food? there's an uber order on the way. you said you like those shoes? it's at your front door. that book you're currently obsessed with? bought the rest of the serious and the limited edition hardcovers. tattoo you want? money sent.

simon 'ghost' riley who makes sure you're eating and drinking right.

simon 'ghost' riley who remembers the tiniest details you've told him. so he makes sure you're taking necessary medication at the right time. reminds you of appointments.

simon 'ghost' riley who couldn't sleep after your first argument.

simon 'ghost' riley who was destroyed when he saw you cry.

simon 'ghost' riley who admitted that he was in the wrong.

simon 'ghost' riley who apologized first.

simon 'ghost' riley who's nothing but sweet to you.

simon 'ghost' riley who never left your side when you got sick and tended to every little thing you needed.

simon 'ghost' riley who drives you wherever.

simon 'ghost' riley who does the laundry because you hate it.

simon 'ghost' riley that can't stop holding your hand.

simon 'ghost' riley who prefers being with you than anyone else.

simon 'ghost' riley who realizes he couldn't live without you.

simon 'ghost' riley who said i love you first.

a/n: ew this was so sappy. i just wanted to call him out for being a liar lol.