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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 (about me: 06, aus, she/her pronouns)

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✧˖*°࿐ price and his sweet lil’ secretary…

a/n: thanks for the req 🪿!! sorry i’ve been so inactive fam.. send in reqs and ill get to them! comment if you want a part 2 <3

price was a captain - established, well respected and feared.

but he couldn’t help softening up around you, his the task force’s sweet little secretary.

he could hear you popping that pink bubblegum from his office, often fantasising about putting your pouty lips to a different use,

sure, he knew it was your job to be helpful. filing and following up on reports.. but he felt the special attention you reserved just for him!

delivering his coffee just the way he likes it to his office with a bashful smile, color coding his reports in pastel shades… he had to find a way to thank you for all your hard work!

and being the attentive man he is, he often observed the way your plush thighs would clench together when he rested a firm hand on your shoulder with corresponding praise,

“wha’ a sweet girl, bringin’ m’coffee just like a good assistant, hm?” he’d have you mentally cursing him, clearly knowing what his words do to your body when he stalks away with a smug smirk and signature deep chuckle..

you’d just have to return the favour somehow…

get him just as worked up!

price’s girlfriend who was embarrassed to still sleep with multiple stuffed animals, many past boyfriends calling her childish and immature …

but when price steps into your room for the first time and sees all your plushies played out on your bed.. he can’t help but smirk at the sight

“cute, You still sleep with it ‘n everythin’?” You try not to blush at the way he coos when you shyly nod your head.

✶ Tattoo Studio AU

when you entered the dark tattoo shop, it was raining. Not a heavy rain, not the kind that drenches the world, but the soft, quiet kind that lingers in the air like breath

you were a shy little thing, you tend to become a rambling mess when nervous

so you ramble the entire time you are getting tattooed by tattooartist!simon

after your tattoo, when leaving, you are embarrassed and apologize for talking so much.

Only when you get home you discover that big, scary tattooartist!simon has scribbled his number on the bandage,

can’t stop thinking about simon ghost riley being injured on an assignment, blood loss and all that, being taken to the medic

and the typical quiet and reserved lieutenant is now rambling deliriously.. about cute little medic!reader

“there y’are lass.. my pretty bird”

“don’t ya think capt’n?”

and you’re blushing profusely at the boisterous latter that escapes price in response

and at the sight of his shy bird blushin’ and hiding her face, the no-nonsense ghost can’t stop giggling,

can’t stop thinking about roommate!simon who was surprised you actually agreed to move in with him, a random online stranger, whom he was sure got scared off when you met to discuss terms

roommate!simon, who was struggling to find a roommate. taller being an understatement with the way he loomed over you, scars littering his body and gruff exterior - sure to send anyone running

and roommate!simon was sure you were no exception, showing up in a pink knitted sweater with flowers (homemade by yourself he later learnt), your beaming smile was sure to waver, no matter how positive your outlook.

but apparently the terms were so appealing to you, you agreed on the spot! surely because of the added benefit of roommate!simon being on assignment for months at a time .. and not because you couldn’t fight your thighs squirming at the sight of the wall of a man and his low voice.

after a few months of living together roommate!simon had still mostly kept to himself, with the occasional note left behind by roommate!simon telling you when he’s left for assignments.

and you, you were frustrated, sure in the sense you wanted to be his friend and were annoyed.. but you were also sexually frustrated!

these last few months it’s as if roommate!simon has been dangling himself in front of you, walking around with no shirt on, in a towel after a shower, or the way his muscles barely fit in the black compression tees of his.

teasing you with the smug look on his face, like he knows exactly what your thinking, then leaving you with no release!

you had enough of roommate!simon antics, you needed to get his attention somehow, get him to just talk to you then you can figure out how to jump his bones!

so while roommate!simon was away on assignment you started leaving pieces of yourself around his bare, bleak apartment.

of course when you first moved in he had muttered briefly about how you can put your stuff anywhere, but you had been too polite to take him up on that, until now

roommate!simon’s bachelor-pad coded black leather couch now had a pink knit blanked draped over it, throw pillows and plushies littered the surface.

and when simon got back from deployment of course he noticed, he also noticed your self satisfied smile, so he chose to do nothing, you were bound to break soon,

seeing his lack of response you decided to up your game, waiting until you heard the shower running, you scrambled to your underwear draw, grabbing the skimpiest thong you own, before sneaking over to his door,

the only rule he had set in the apartment, he had been stern and clear with you when you first moved in, “look kid, I don’t wan’ you goin’ in m’room ‘nd snooping through my stuff, hm?” in that low, panty dropping voice of his.

but fuck it, you slowly open his door, being sure not to step on any creaky floorboards, before leaving the panties draped on the edge of his bed.

✧˖*°࿐ in which price and ghost share an obsession, little ol’ you!

simon riley rejected help at every turn. whether it be an outstretched hand after taking a fall in combat training, scoffing at the action, or medical care.

which is why captain john price was so confused as to why, for the last two weeks, his lieutenant was constantly in the infirmary

so when ghost one again insisted on leaving training early for some cryptic ankle pain, price decided to follow him down there

surely his lieutenant didnt have some sort of a drug problem.. or be hiding a serious injury from the team?

but when price spotted you, the pretty young medic causing the tough lieutenant in question, to blush, profusely! clear even beneath his mask.

price knew he had to meet you himself

oh yes, price knew him and ghost would have some fun with you, and you had no idea the dirty thoughts running through his mind as you feel a firm, yet not unkind hand, resting on your shoulder.

turning around to see a large, beefy man, whose presence almost demands submission and respect,

reader note: is this something?? i don’t know fam

i can’t stop thinking about fighter!ghost and princess! reader…

sure, you weren’t an actual princess! but at first glance, that’s what simon saw - not that he saw much with all the blood dripping down his face

somehow you little old you, spoiled and sweet, had somehow wound up witnessing an underground fighting match, wrangled by your friends to attend

though now you’re glad you did! what a handsome man…

brown eyes visible through circular slits in his mask, almost hypnotically urging you to move closer to the scene in front of you.

blood dripped down the side of his mask in an almost erotic manner,

when suddenly he struck down other fighter you had yet to notice, with one fierce blow to the head he was down and the masked man was victorious

before he could be treated for any injuries or hurried off to first aid, the masked stranger leaned forward on the ropes of the boxing square, leaning low to your ear, close enough so only you could hear his roughly spoken words,

yes yes yes!! i’m happy to pls

✧˖*°࿐ knight konig x royal reader note: hi bb anon!!! ur so cute and dont say sorry for fumbling ily! I’ve never written medieval au before, but I tried just for you!! sfw for now just because I’m not familiar writing medieval sex lol but I’ll get there. for now, just a blurb. 

knight!konig that’s all stoic and closed up regarding every aspect of his life ... except for his feelings about you.

it’s really quite scandalous, a mere knight and a well-respected royal such as yourself, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck

he’s your personal knight, at first you butted heads, believing you didn’t need some big-headed buffoon such as him guarding you 24/7

however, when you said that to him, he didn’t simply grunt in response like all the other guards before him, his armour made an awful ruckus as he hinged forward, leveling his helmeted face with yours and let out a boisterous laugh, genuine and from the chest.

before that moment he had simply stood watching you constantly, with that signature smirk and a straight, rigid back

you had almost jumped in fright from how loud and sudden it was, unexpected too.

he was known for being brutal and ruthlessly mean on the battlefield, but you bring out that spark of kindness in him.

joel miller

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