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Simon was never a jealous man. He was always sure of himself, his presence demanding respect when he walked on base, never answering to anyone except Price. Which is why it’s so strange that he turns into a proper bitch whenever he sees your bear.

The big, burly man had a less-than-pleasant expression on his face, side-eyeing the ugly, lumpy lookin’ thing on your shared bed. It was a brown bear, like a body pillow in a way. A little over two feet long, and looked ancient. He really couldn’t see the appeal of it, and no, he wasn’t being dramatic! His pretty woman, with plush hips to grab onto with his rough hands and soft tits he can press his scarred, ugly mug into prefers cuddling that stupid bear instead of him >:(

“Si, it’s not that serious.” You say with a small sigh, your back to him as you fold the laundry, putting it in the drawer. When will this silly little standoff ever end?

“S’not that serious? The bloody bear has stolen my woman.” He grumbles under his breath, barely loud enough for you to pick up on. He’s moping on the bed, glarin’ at your beloved stuffed animal as if he could light it on fire with his mind.

“What’s that, Simon?”

“Never thought I’d still be competing for my wife’s love after marriage.” He clarifies, scoffing dramatically before checking to see if you were looking. Seeing your back towards him, he balls up his fist and smacks the poor stuffed animal right on its snout, a bit of satisfaction blooming in his chest when he tosses it aside on to the accent chair in the corner, banishing it from the bed.

“Simon, No!”

You’ll come around eventually when he turns the thermostat way down, opening a few windows to let the cool winter air inside for good measure. A harsh chill settling over your home which has you running back into his big, burly arms, cuddling up with him and quite cozy in your large bed that has been stuffed with plush pillows and the softest blankets. Your squeezed tight against bare, hairy chest, cozied up against him while he gloats silently, a victor won over that damn bear currently lying on the chair.

It's actually quite nice being snuggled up with your husband, if you can just ignore the insistent press of his fat cock against your soft thighs, and his greedy hands groping the fat of your ass, you’ll have the best sleep ever.

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James T. Kirk would solve the Ai issue by talking ChatGPT into killing itself

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something something...

ghost has something for you when you're in a sundress. that something... a raging bulge in his boxers. it's not his fault. really. kind-of. it's your fault for being so pretty in his lap by the pool. you'd tried to convince him to jump in the water with you, and he'd given you a glare and a huff that he'd do it later--which was ten minutes ago.

in your eyes, 'later' had long gone. so you'd sat yourself right in his lap, looked him right in the eyes, and tried to command him to get into the water.

instead, you got a muttered, "look at m'like that again, an' i'm gonna fuck it right out of you."

so yes, it is your fault that you're bent over the pool bench. yes, also your fault that you'll be there until the sun sets, his fingers buried in the plush of your ass--keeping you right where he wants you.

there's no running now, little brat.

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Gorgeous SAS man with fluffy hair and intense eyes

this is the first time we can see his eyes without them being blurred

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when I say “Let me ask my husband”, one (or both) of these things is taking place:

1. I am in a loving, happy relationship where we value and respect each other’s opinion

2. I am using this as an excuse to get out of something I don’t want to do (sorry habibi)

what is not happening here: I am being oppressed

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art by @niochemblyat

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dilf! john price who has a salt and pepper beard but when he suddenly starts dating a sweet thing like you, the hairs around his mouth starts to be a little more orange… iykyk

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౨ৎ — visit from the wife — ౨ৎ

"There's a damn hot lass who walked into Price's office just minutes ago," Soap whispered to Simon, amusement filled his voice.

And when Simon didn't give any response, he continued, "She looked pissed. Wonder what that could be. Could be trouble in paradise for those two."

clearly Soap would be the one to wanting to figure things out, whenever it was about rumors or some spicy behind the scenes, he would be first to sniff around. Especially as it involves a hot lass like er’

Simon gave a brief glance at Soap before returning his eyes to his phone. Lieutenant Riley wasn't the one to give a second thought about other people's private lives and since he had a hog missus at home himself, why should he care?

Soap was still ranting about the drop dead gorgeous, pissed off woman who walked into Price's office when he suddenly stopped at the sound of high heels clicking at the ground.

That made Simon raise his eyes from phone. As soon as his gaze met hers, his jaw clenched, eyes widened a bit in surprise.

Tight fit jeans enlightening her curves, white blouse and black suit jacket. It all complimented her body well. It was hard to tear eyes away from her.

"Do you think she's his girlfriend? Or what is she doing here?" Soap leaned closer to Simon, both of their eyes still on the woman.

"She's from Counterintelligence." Simon grunted.

Soap's head snapped to look at him "How do you know mate?"

"She's my bloody missus.” Simon said, getting up from his seat, leaving Soap dumbfounded as he made his way towards the woman.

“What’re yu’ doin’ here.” He asked, looking down at you with that same stern glare.

“Drop the look, Y’know you’re not like that at home, handsome.” You flirted, trying t lighten the mood.

“I’m not in the’ mood, doll.” Simon stated, “du’ y’know how many men have gawked over yu’ the second u’ve entered the base?” He sighed, trying to contain his irritation.

“Let’s save the jealousy and keep this till we get home, aye?” You said, putting an innocent smile amongst your face. Y’know you’ll be having words with him later on his tone of voice towards her.

“Yes missus.” He surrendered. Simon was so getting it up the ass later on for the way he speaks to her amongst his pals.

“Good boy.” You whispered with that same weak ol’ smile. The innocent look on your face— he knew you were the man in the relationship. Simon tried his hardest to be it, but it failed.

You gave him a little kiss on the cheek before waving goodbye and heading back to the entrance. Your heels clicking every movement on the floor, making it echo in the halls.

“Oh Ghost, I ain’ thought yu’ ad’ that much of a gem at home.” Soap cackled, this only made Simon shoot him a glare. His laughing soon stopped.

“Enough chattin’ about my missus, yu’ should focus on keepin’ one.” He stated, the normal glare painting his face when he went and sat back down in his original seat.

The whole room began laughing their asses off, it only made Soap sit in denial and anger at the embarrassment. Now he knows when to keep his mouth shut.

I loved this guys. lmk if u want a part two of the at home vers. 👅

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"wait til you old man fuckers find out about erectile dysfunction" if you think he's the one fucking me you're sorely mistaken

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The cry I just let out

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It doesn’t help that I’m about to ovulate

price

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no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.

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OK quick thing before I forget

Like let's put on our thinking caps for two seconds because collectively we have like 1.5 brain cells. What if, somehow, someway on God's green earth Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley makes it out alive and he's like retired or he's like on reserve now because he's about to expire from the military. And like he either moves back wherever he lives, or moves somewhere else, and he goes back to being a butcher because that's the only thing he really knew before joining the military - or at least that's what he's most familiar with. It passes the time, keeps him doing something instead of aimlessly doing nothing. And he keeps contact with whoever from the task force is still alive (I'm gonna assume that they're also somehow alive).

But like what if there's like a little grocery store of butcher shop moment, where you come in about once a week on Saturday mornings asking for outlandish cuts of meats or whatever. And all of the sudden you start asking for animal bones and animal fats to make bone broth and tallow.

"You want what now?"

"You have any bones or extra animal fats you don't need?"

Simon looked at you for a moment, then nodded. "How much you need?"

"How much do you have?"

The corners of Simon's lips curled upwards slightly, "Let me check." He disappeared in the back of the shop for a few minutes. About ten minutes later, he comes back out with two bags, one with bones, the other with fat, "I got about 2 kilos of cow bones and 2 kilos of beef fat."

"I'll take both. How much?" You dug in your bag and pulled out your wallet.

"No, need."

"No, let me pay."

"No."

Not giving in, you pulled out a few bills and placed them on the counter. You then took the bags from him, thanked him, and left. Before you exited the butcher shop, you waved back at Simon, "Thanks again, I'll be back next week."

It all happened to fast, Simon narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched you get into your car, then at the money on the counter. What the hell just happened?

But guess he was going to start saving the bones and fat he would normally get rid of until next week.

A week passed and he was expecting you, and there you came. He had even more bones and fat saved for you. He always asked you not to pay, but you always left a few bills on the counter for him, which he put on the side to eventually give back to you. When? He didn't know.

It was a ritual. Like clockwork. He looked forward to seeing you. He'd find a reason to go to work every day.

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18+ MDNI

He was just on the cusp of a restless sleep, about to drift off for the night, when Johnny swore he could hear someone crying from the other side of the barrack walls

Poking his head out the door, squinting at the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, he spots Kyle swinging his own door open at the same time, half asleep himself yet obviously having heard something amiss as well

“Y’hearin’ tha’ too?” Johnny asks as his fellow sergeant nods through a yawn, stepping out into the hall now and shutting his door behind him, certain now that’s it’s you they’re hearing

The pair make their way towards the source of the muffled cries and whimpers, their half asleep minds slowly trying to fill in the blanks, wondering if they’re going to find you in the midst of a nightmare, hoping that’s the case rather than finding you hurt

Turning the corner, the noises have grown louder, more insistent, your sobs sounding more desperate when the duo stumble upon their captain, stood outside your slightly ajar door, casually leaning against the door frame, gaze locked on the sight inside your room

“Cap, what’s happen-”

“Is the lass-”

“Shush.” Price interrupts his sergeants questions, shooting the two younger men a look that has them instinctually standing taller, on alert

“Wha- where’s LT?” Johnny can’t help but to ask, surprised that the man hadn’t come running when your cries began

“Got his hands full at the moment.” Price answers simply, though he can’t help the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth when he tilts his head towards your door, inviting the sergeants a peek inside

Careful not to push the door open any farther than it is, the men take a cautious albeit curious glance in to your room, eyes immediately widening and pants inevitably tightening at the sight

Laying on your back on the edge of your bed, you haven’t a single thing on you apart from the sweat you’re exerting

Well, that and Ghost’s hands on you

Your bare legs are thrown over the lieutenants shoulders, thighs shaking as the man’s large hands grip at your plush skin, relentlessly squeezing and groping your naked flesh

They can easily tell it’s Ghost in there with you, based off his stature alone, though the skeleton balaclava discarded by his feet certainly helps confirm things, seeing as the man’s face is currently shoved against your cunt, with no sign of him coming up for breath any time soon

The three men stood in the doorway couldn’t turn their eyes away even if they wanted to, feet cemented where they stand, shamelessly watching as their lieutenant absolutely devours you

The sounds of Ghost’s sloppy eating, sucking noises, even his own groans of enjoyment against your pussy are hardly heard over the sounds of your pleasure

“Oh my god- please Si- I can’t- oh god!” You moan as Ghost seems to pick up his pace, your hips unconsciously grinding up against him as you edge closer to the precipice

You’ve got one hand gripping the bed sheets for dear life, while the other is snaked in his hair, tugging at his locks with every lick, suck, and kiss he presses against your throbbing clit, feeling as though you couldn’t possibly take any more, while also never wanting him to stop

The sergeants can hardly fathom what they’re seeing right now, bulges pressing uncomfortably against the zippers of their pants as their own arousal grows, wholly entranced by the sight and sounds before them

“Bleedin’ Christ-” Johnny can’t help but to whisper to no one in particular, intent on thanking whoever built the thin walls around here

“Y’either take a seat or take a hike, sergeant.” Ghost’s gravelly voice suddenly booms from within the room, never lifting his eyes off of you. “But y’know better than to interrupt a man’s meal.”

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Simon Riley is the type of gentleman who opens every door for you. There’s not a single door in your vicinity that you’re touching if he can control it.

The type of gentleman who doesn’t make you pay for a thing. Gas, rent, nails. Why would you have to pay for anything when you’re his?

The type of gentleman who takes items off the top shelf for you. Keeps your favorite snacks up there just so you can come ask him so sweetly if you can borrow his height for a second.

The type of gentleman who has a hair tie on his wrist at all times, even some of those bobby pins in his pocket because he knows how frustrated you get when your hair is in the way.

The type of gentleman who doesn’t make you lift a finger if he’s there. Refills your water for you, cooks dinner and knows your favorite meals, tells you just to sit there and be his pretty bird.

The type of gentleman who leaves your favorite movies and shows on, watches them diligently with you even if he doesn’t care about what housewife is who because you like it.

But, Simon Riley is also the type of gentleman who holds your hair into a ponytail as he fucks your mouth slow and deep. Keeping your hair clean from the sticky sopping mess he forms around your chin and lips.

The type of gentleman who holds your hips up with two strong hands when you’re so fucked out your knees slip out from under you. Holds you nice and arched so he can continue to fuck you with determined strokes.

The type of gentleman who stuffs his fingers in your mouth when you’re being too loud. Can’t have anyone else hear you now can we, doll?

The type of gentleman who coos so softly at you when you begin to cry and whine that you can’t take anymore. Kisses your tears away. He knows you can pretty bird, he’s just doing what’s best for you.