You can chose who you pair them with, but can you write a plus size reader who the guys can’t stop staring at? Even in all her tactical gear they can still see her thick things, jiggly ass and large breast? And they can’t help but put themselves in any situation possible where they can get just a little feel of her. And once she’s out of her gear and in nothing but leggings and a t-shirt, god help them all, drooling all over the place begging for her attention 🥵🥵🥵
yes!! Soft chubby reader and the boys thirsting over her!!
I usually don't write for readers in soldier positions, but even medics and hackers are still wearing the uniform, so...Konig who absolutely fucking stares at the way you strip - you never knew someone would be so freaking dismissive of social clues as to not cover their eyes while a lady is changing, but he just...can't stop staring. Can't stop adoring you. The man curses his giant clumsy fingers that fiddle with his uniform too much because he can't be swift enough to wipe his phone out and take a few pictures for...his own purposes.
The man needs a soft, pretty lady with a chubby tummy and round face and perfect hands that can crush him in a hug even though he is certain he could lift two girls just like you if he wanted to. Your colonel is a freaking pervert who always insists on training you - you don't need the training, mostly, you're a civilian expert who should be as far from the battlefield as possible...but you need the combat skills! And your colonel needs a proper excuse to put his body weight on you and feel your squishy body trembling under him...and then giving up the fight just so you could get his neck in a leg lock, squeezing his face to your heart content.
No one understands why the dreaded mercenary always loses to you, but 141 boys are fucking screaming because why they didn't think of it first!! They had all the rights, they're your CO's, not fucking KorTac!!
Your thighs bring all boys to the yard because you can't even get a nice relaxing cup of tea in the evening, you are forced to sit with Soap and Gaz(they deliberately moved all of the chairs to other rooms and asked for you to just sit on their lap, but you'd. rather get on the table and be tall or endure hours of Ghost just kinda...staring every time you dare to wear a shirt in the common rooms.
You were actually really nervous about them at first, the constant stares and whispers made you feel uneasy - especially as the only woman currently working on their joint missions...then you hear the way they talk about you - sheer adoration, desire to squeeze, to hold you close and let Price get you as their constant member of the team because they can't get enough of you...yeah, it's still freaking creepy, but now you at least know that they aren't disgusted. They are obsessed.
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short circuiting at the thought of fwb possessive best friend soap finding out you went out on a date and when you get home from the date, he literally ruins you. i’m talking marathon sex. mating press, chokehold, full nelson, all of that animalistic shit. literally fucking your brains out, all while growling in your ear that you’re his and his only. then, as if he’s not fucking you stupid, he makes you whimper out that you won’t go on any dates ever again. unless of course, it’s him that you’re going on a date with.
the continuation of “desire paths” if you had actually gone on that date with your coworker 😈
Soap finds out, of course. He doesn’t have time to show up and interrupt your date but he’s definitely already at your apartment, big frame filling up the doorway when you unlock the door (he’s had a copy since he started keeping his stuff at your place and didn’t renew his lease). Checks over your shoulder to make sure you didn’t bring the guy home (you can see the possibility of violence glimmering in his eyes, evident in the white knuckled grip he has on the doorframe), only relaxing a little until he turns the full weight of his stare onto you. It’s part disappointed, part hurt, but mostly furious, mouth pressed into a thin line.
You’ve never seen Johnny like this before, not in all your years of friendship, and when he pulls you in by the arm (he tries to be gentle, but Johnny runs red hot and it’s hard for him to modulate, hard for him to take it down a notch) you actually find yourself a bit worried.
There’s no check in point; he tangles a hand in your hair and snarls into your ear that he’s been patient for too long and this fucking ends now. And he absolutely ruins you - doesn’t even take your shoes off, just rips your underwear down the middle and makes do :(( doesn’t apologize, doesn’t explain himself, just bends you over the bed and ruts into you hard enough for the bed frame to slam against the wall and you hear your neighbours pounding on the adjoining wall but Johnny couldn’t give less of a fuck. It doesn’t bother him at all.
Makes you get on your hands and knees in front of the floor length mirror hanging from your bedroom door and holds your face up so you have to look at him fucking you. Makes you watch him and can’t keep his mouth shut, rambling on about your “cute jiggly tits” (maybe gives them a little slap for good measure) and “your wet little pussy - not sharing this with fucking anybody”
He’s a jealous man and he doesn’t handle it well :\\ he might’ve been patient enough to go along with the whole fwb arrangement, but the second he feels a bit insecure in his place in your life, soap goes a bit nuts. Not really the kind of guy to hang back and let you figure out for yourself if this is a serious relationship.
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