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simon 'ghost' riley - is there a missus riley?

content includes: masc/male reader, military ah scary

"so lieutenant, is there a missus waiting for you back home?"

there's a cheeky grin on the soldiers face while every other soldier worth their salt groans internally. there are plenty of rules to follow and one of the unspoken ones is to never question the luietenant. especially not on topics as personal as family.

it was an avoided topic. plenty knew that the man never had a visitor, mail, a special someone(s) waiting for him after a deployment. plenty knew that any soldier hiding their identity let alone the infamous lieutenant, was not talking personal. there's no place to insert yourself into their lives off base. the question gets the soldier into a fifteen minute staring contest with the man.

despite his stupidity, he isn't the only one to question him.

the team goes out drinking, early evening they're old men after all. they're barely there two hours, some apps on the dingy bar table and simon is drunk. you'd think he could hold his liquor but he rarely drinks to get drunk. so perhaps it wasn't the best idea to let kyle and johnny bait him into doing shots.

and it's kyle who eggs him on further. speaking in absolute mirth as he regales catching ghost prolonging drills after being questioned on his dating history.

he doesn't think as his mouth runs to eagerly respond to the question. a slight curve to his lips, thick honeyed brown eyes softening like they've been left out in the sun as he thinks of you.

"my husband" he says in a dreamy voice. not a missus.

meanwhile there's you. back in your flat you've shared with simon for a year. it was an easy arrangement to have when your roommate was far busier than you, a homebody on your best days.

imagine your surprise when you open the door after an obnoxious amount of knocking at 10 pm to find three men holding up your roommate who grins at you and proclaims you're his husband. leaning in close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath as he goes to plant a kiss on your lips.

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i have four drafts from these past two weeks... let's see if i can get anything done

one is specifically male/masc reader too sigh. let's go get this bread

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One of Simon Riley’s love languages is just The Stare TM.

Multiple times a day you will turn around and be faced with this giant man, just staring you down. Entirely locked in. Pupils the size of dinner plates.

Sometimes he’s in the corner of the room, other times he’s just looming over you. He’s so quiet it’s like he just appears out of thin air.

The poor man is like a moth drawn to a lamp. He can’t help it, he likes looking at you. :( Doing anything really. It’s an addiction more than a habit.

You don’t mind it. It’s kind of endearing seeing how wide his pupils dilate every time he catches a glimpse of you. ❤️

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Simon finds out he has a breeding kink.

Now, the prospect of it was just a joke at the time, you and a few friends had been diving into the dirty topics of your relationships over a few drinks.

There’s no harm in a little gossip after all.

But when one of those friends piped up with the fact that their man had the biggest breeding kink on the planet…it had you thinking how Simon would react should you pull that card in bed…

Just a harmless little joke right?

Wrong.

This man utterly loves you, you are everything in his life and he worships the ground his pretty woman walks on.

Whilst he knows there are no actual risks of pregnancy simply due to you being on birth control…the moment the words “Let me make you a daddy.” Tumble out of your mouth so casually when you returned home…

Oh it had him seeing red.

This man would never purposefully hurt you, you both know it. But the possessive itch the mere thought of getting you pregnant properly gives him has him bending you over the arm of the sofa before he can even check your secure enough.

He wouldn’t even bother taking your clothes off, he’s too impatient…too greedy. Instead the bottom of your dress would be shoved up around your hips and your underwear shoved off to one side in a rushed movement.

Now. Simon knows how important prep is, he’s not exactly small and he doesn’t want to hurt you. But the sheer ferocity in the way he dropped down behind you and pressed his mouth to your cunt was borderline feral.

He can’t get words out, even if he’d normally be spewing out the most erotic filth…all you’ll be getting from him is these hungry sounding groans like he’s barely holding himself together.

And the moment he knows you’re prepped enough? He’s ruthless. Plunging in as deep as you’ll take him with an almost pathetically desperate moan leaving his lips.

But even when he came, when you took everything he could give…he still kept going, he’d be merciless, unforgiving. Aching to give you everything you could ever want from him.

“Gotta make sure it takes lovie. Gon’ keep fillin’ this pretty cunt up till we have a little one.”

Even if he knows it most likely won’t happen.

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MDNI 18+

“i have tattoos older than you swee’heart” simon riley x reader

mentions of: vaginal sex, age gap (legal)

simon’s arms were inked with tattoos, black intricate designs that have been there for years. though he didn’t expect to have a sweet thing like you approach him at the local dive bar. after all, he was hidden in the corner where you could barely see him in the shadows, with dark ink swirling around his arms and hidden under his tight shirt that was enough to scare anyone away. rough scars on his hands and arms, those on his chest concealed by the black shirt that hugged every edge of muscles. “cool tattoos,” you whispered lowly as you traced the ones on his arms, watching his muscles flex every so slightly.

he was never one to indulge in things, with strict self control from his training and military background. though he couldn’t help just indulging ever so slightly in you. but how could you blame him? he spent years in the military and now he had a sweet luvie like you all over him!

your chest was pressed up against the wall as you stumbled into his apartment, simon tugging your dress up, shoving it past your tits as he tugged your flimsy panties down. “wanna know one thing about my tattoos luvie?” his voice hoarse as he gently rubbed his fat cock along your cunt, watching it glisten with your arousal as it chubbed.

“they’re older than you swee’heart.”

though that clearly didn’t seem to bother you by the way your teeth sank into your bottom lip, a small moan leaving your mouth. “didn’t think you were into that,” a squelching sound filling the room as his tip entered your soppy hole, your walls immediately clenching around him as he slammed his pelvis.

“didn’t take yer to have a thing for older men,” he teased, his large tatted hand gripping your throat as he squeezed the sides. “turns yer on hm? having a man’s cock shoved into your tight lil cunt whilst having tattoos older than you.”

“gettin’ all dumbed out on my cock already?” his voice dripping with faux sincerity, mocking you as you cried.

it boosted his ego, seeing you a crying mess getting your brains fucked out. he still had it. the most action he got was from watching porn secretly, his cock only knowing the feeling of his rough palm as he fisted his cock with his balaclava stuffed in his mouth whilst in the military.

now once he felt how warm and snug your cock was he was addicted, slamming his hips harshly as if he couldn’t stand a single second without being balls deep.

“come on luvie, speak,” he cooed gently tapping your cheek as you drooled, it dribbling down your chin as your eyes rolled back. “give the old man some respect hm?”

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it's a trap

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please i need recs im in such a forced breeding mood and don't feel like writing it myself ugh. need to check out orlas old posts or something

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i need to reread my writing more often phew i love a terrible freak of a man. gotta write more forced breeding

konig - unplanned pregnancy

…just because i got my birth control removed and i’m in the mood for it

content includes: unexpected pregnancy, afab!reader, gn!reader, pervert!konig, fat!konig supremacy, mentions of co-erced pregnancy, descriptions of sex

you and konig at this point have spent a few months being friends with benefits. it was entirely your choice not to cross any boundaries past that. a decision that konig vehemently disagreed with but he kept it to himself. now wasn’t the time to pressure you into dating. he could enjoy your days hanging out or studying together. the texts in the middle of lecture to meet at your dorm for a quickie between classes.

no matter your conversations on relationships and you being steadfast in not wanting to date, konig knows that you’re his. maybe it’s a bit malicious, the joy that goes through him as you sit on his bed in tears. head in your hands as you try to speak past the need to sob at your predicament.

you should’ve known. should’ve been more careful. with the amount of time you two spent in each others beds or really any place you could manage privacy. betting on all the plan b’s you’d taken to keep your from getting pregnant even though you were aware it wasn’t safe to take so many frequently.

all the times you’d moan out around him. nails digging into the rolls on konigs back as he pounded into you. his own pathetic whines echoing in the space with yours. strings of english and german. asking, begging you to let him cum inside of you. to let him fill you up, how gorgeous you’d look swelling with his seed.

he loves the idea. thinking of you round and glowing with his baby. maybe even twins, they run in his family after all. wondering if they’d have your skin complexion or his pale freckled one. if their hair would grow in ginger like his as a baby only to change to a deep brown when he got older. if they’d have your love for reading or his for video games. if you’d look at them with as much joy as you did your nieces and nephews.

it was something he’d hoped he’d be able to convince you with time. you’d spent so many months at this point with each other. he’d let you cry in his chest when you were having a hard time. let you complain about classes to him and he’d spoil you with his money. eager to show you how well he could take care of you if you’d just give him a chance.

surely you’d realize soon enough he was the one person for you. and he’d thought about this outcome too. trapping you with him for life. if you wouldn’t date him, wouldn’t admit the feelings he was sure you had for him then he’d just take matters into his own hands. it’d be so easy to knock you up. you were so greedy when it came to his cum. quick to get on your knees and worship his thick cock. eager to lick the copious amounts of cum from your hand after giving him a handjob.

everytime he begged to cum inside of you, to mark you as his he could fill you tighten up around him. your perfect cunt milking his cock till he was overstimulated and whining into your neck.

he’d recall the times you’d ask him to cum for you, to fill you up whenever he had to take his hard and leaking cock into his own hand.

think about how good you always look rolling your hips as your soaking cunt rubbed against his fat stomach. using him as a toy while begging for his cum as if you weren’t denying yourself. a part of him angry to be wasting what’s yours. wasting his potent seed when he could be filling your perfect body up instead.

so konig could hardly hold back the joy he felt as you sobbed next to him on his bed. arm wrapped around you in comfort as you tried to speak through your tears. crying about being pregnant, how you both should’ve been more careful. you’re still in school, both still studying for the separate futures you wanted to build. and now those plans were taking a sharp turn with two little pink lines.

he’d rub your back as you cried into his chest, tears soaking his shirt. mind already filling with baby names and how he’d introduce you to family. they’d love you, he knew it. his family would easily accept you with his babies swelling inside of your belly. you’d grow to love and accept him now, you had no choice.

once again found a finished work in my drafts i forgot about whoops. have a few more so i’ll prob post something tomorrow, hope you enjoyed🙈🫶🏽

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If for whatever reason Price doesn’t get a baby in you…congratulations, you’re baby now

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he's so pookie pie😚😚🥧🎀

this is my contribution to society

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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gender neutral comfort and smut

i'm in an absolutely terrible mood and all i can think of is clinging onto simon while shaking from the effort not to cry. you know you should let it out but it feels like there won't be half enough tears to let out all the emotions racking through you.

he's letting out little noises as if to soothe you, a large hand petting your head. his other arm wrapped around you in a tight hug.

"it'll be 'right love. tell me what you need."

he says it oh so softly and you let out a shudder as your nails dig into his shirt. bound to leave marks on the flesh underneath and you can only think of one thing.

"you, si. i need you."

you're sniffling and have the saddest expression he's ever seen. it makes his heart clench painfully to see his dove so unhappy.

he's gentle with you as he brings you to bed. pressing kisses over your face as he strips you. he undresses much quicker, not wanting to leave you feeling lonely without his touch for even a second.

his hands finding you and palming the warm flesh underneath. he works you up, lube coated fingers spreading you out so he can ease himself in. heavy weighted body draped against you like a blanket. your face in the crook of his neck, arms and legs wrapped around his body. clinging to him as you cry out. tears and panted breaths spilling from you as he sets a slow, anchored pace.

his cock spreading you apart, thrusting into you until he's kissing that part that makes your legs tremble. his rough voice whispering out praises and how much he loves you. his sweet dove, he'll do anything for you. having you mark up his back and blissed out under him is no price at all to take your mind off of the terrible day you've had.

hey i wrote a price post yesterday for autism awareness month if you'd like to read it 👉🏽👈🏽

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autistic! john price gender neutral reader

i gave this "no thought" and yet it's so long lmao. i am just spitballing tho so excuse any mistakes and pls enjoy. happy autism awareness months fellow autis xx

likeee. john is just my very beautiful caricature for beefy and hairy older men who are the most gentlemen like perverts with old men values. it tracks

- ᰔ - his favorite interest is on the military and the ways it's been used on other military entities and populations throughout history. (he's not a soldier in this because...well no) he spends hours of his free time watching documentaries, writing in his many journals notes after reading war journals and the likes. and after he gets his younger, lovely bird you convince him to start sharing his analysis online, finding community with other nerds.

- ᰔ - contemplating whether he'd have his own small company or just work for one. he'd be remiss on having to be the face, having to interact with people in professional circumstances. masking and trying to follow so many different cues throughout the day instead of just working would leave him far too drained.

maybe it's his company but he has kyle be the face. he's the most personable out of the group and he wouldn't want kate to have to deal with all the misogyny that comes with blue collar work. not that she couldn't handle herself but she's also just so much better at connecting with actual clientele than being showy and amiable.

- ᰔ - the aspect of change he hates with a passion is the loss of family values. he tries to listen and learn, not be so toxic. he's been alive long enough to see and draw the line on relationships that have been some of the worst of those values. but he still wants three, maybe four kids and a nice house he's repaired himself. a much nicer fence than plain white picket but a fence none the less. a dog and a partner to come home to cooking a nice meal that he can dote on. show how thankful he is for them after the babes are down to bed and it's just them in their king sized bed.

he's not too big on religion but he grew up in church. pretend to go every sunday whenever he takes the new branch of the price family to visit his parents. get the little ones involved in sports so he can take a random friday off to go watch them run around with friends and score points. pizza parties and ice cream at the local shop with a bunch of rowdy kids that will be fast asleep on the ride home.

he's just incredibly buffed up on the idea of being the man of the home that gives himself so his family can thrive.

so forgive him when he's offended and can't hide his perhaps irrational anger as the pretty bird he's managed to get to go out with him says they want to pay their half of the first date. when they're talking about what they want a future life to look like and he's absolutely not having it when you say bills should be divided. separate bank accounts are one thing, he'll just make sure he's got extra cash on hand to give to you but having you pay for something he can afford himself is rude. is he supposed to spend his money on himself? when he can just make sure you and your future family are well taken care of.

if he's not taking care of his partner what is he doing for you exactly? what kind of man is he when he comes home to find you fixing the hole in the wall from a moving fiasco. he's absolutely livid and mute as he gives you a nasty stink eye for days. didn't even have the audacity to call someone to fix it. no, you got on your knees and did it yourself. an affront he's going to be hanging onto for many years to come.

it takes a while for him to come around to the idea that he also needs to be taken care of. shared spa days and funding his interests is as much as you've been able to get him to budge on the subject.

the one change you're glad he's not willing to make is shaving. he'll trim down his beard and body hair every so often but he prefers being covered and warm. not to mention the memory of your reaction the first time you saw him naked. the way your pupils dilated and the loud moan you let out before jumping him is a highlight moment.

- ᰔ - he's got an oral fixation. he needs something in his mouth at most times in order to stim and focus on other things. whether it's a toothpick or a cigar depends on the time and content of the day. he refuses to use those toys he's seen online, they're all far too childish looking for a grown man to be using.

you have a miscellaneous drawer in your nightstand that's full of a few packs of cigarettes as well. he doesn't smoke those, prefers a nice clean cigar, but he likes to keep it hanging from his lips to fidget with. and when you're alone together or in private company he'll drag you towards him. head pressed into the crook of your shoulder to chew on your skin. you're constantly covered in teeth marks from how much he nibbles on your skin to release emotions and calm his mind.

another stim he has that you think is adorable is when he's standing. he'll randomly hike up on his tippy toes and back down. it makes you quietly laugh when he absentmindedly repeats the action again and again.

- ᰔ - noise sensitivity and emotion regulation. he didn't grow up in a time period where he had readily available tools to help with just how sensitive his ears were. he just had to get by. the noise of electricity, traffic lights down the road, the creaks of stairs all went straight to his head when he'd already been having a not so good day. frustration builds up easily and he's always tried to hide his anger.

this bear of a man, and the way he's had to police his reactions, expressions and speech. john's well aware of just how scary that can be to others. it's a give and take between being true to himself and trying not to harm others in the process. so he's gotten used bottling it up. tries not to make too many snippy comments at people and sometimes goes mute instead to avoid more problems.

a/n: if y'all know any good oral stim toys because literally that part was just my own pain. i use the fake cigs actually myself but i need ones to bite sigh

also, you guys don't know how much self control it took to not make an otherwise tame post include a sniffing kink about his body hair, another sigh

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some things you just can't help

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sees a dad!price fic

so incredibly excited anddd oh it's not an incest fic damn. still good food but damn

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thing with john is that when he finds out that his neighbour's been emotionally cheating on his wife, the very same woman that plague's john's dreams, he takes that as his invitation; what were friendly, toeing the line of flirting, banters are now full on attempts at seduction. pretty bird is wasted on his neighbour, after all.

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Something something neighbor!Price who just so happens to also be retired…

Has his dad bod absolutely perfected. He is still fit, with some definition but he’s gotten a bit softer in some areas. A little extra pudge on the tummy. *chefs kiss*

Sees this pretty little bird moving into the small house down the road from his, while out on one of his walks. Notices you struggling with a heavy box.

“Need help there sweetheart?” He asks, his voice smooth - yet some how still deep, gravelly.

“Oh, it’s okay - hmmph,” you groan, as you try to heft the box out of the back of your car, “I’ve got it!”

Independent. Capable. But oh so soft.

Yeah…Price was done for.

He gave a soft chuckle as he moved closer, one hand grasping a side of the box. “Please let me,” he gives a genuine smile, “only the neighborly thing to do, help a pretty bird like yourself,” he says with a cheeky wink.

You blush, but relent, letting him take the box. Heaving it into his arms with ease (what a yummy looking snack those biceps are…). You follow him in with a much smaller box, directing him where to put his.

John stays to help you finish unloading your car, maintaining it was no bother. It really wasn’t, he was finding that he liked your presence. Soft, and kind, but with enough fire to put John in his place.

You invited him inside to cool off when you both finished, offering a cool glass of lemonade. Sat at your small dining table, he slowly drank his lemonade. Taking in your small home and the way you carried yourself. He couldn’t help but think…

Darlin don’t get too cozy, you’ll be moving again in less than a year. This time it’ll be just down the road into his place, as his girl.