#call of duty modern warfare 2

[grimmroach]

daydreaming problem

[reds-skull]

July 2023 → December 2023 → January 2024 → December 2024

Because of the file name, the "Dogfighter" painting was sitting directly next to my first painting of Soap, and when I saw them next to each other I was like "there's no fucking way THAT is how I painted him..."

[milk-tea-sakura]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎- 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓎𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈.

𝒞𝓌: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉, 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎

Price had been away on a long deployment, leaving his wife Y/n and their little girl Layla behind. It had been a stressful few months for Y/n, trying to juggle work and parenting alone, but she knew that her husband was serving his country and doing important work.

As Christmas approached, Y/n could feel the weight of stress start to lift from her shoulders as the holidays drew nearer. She knew that Price was due to come home soon and she couldn't wait to see his face when he saw how much Layla had grown in his absence.

The day before Christmas, Y/n got a call from Price, letting her know that he would be coming home that evening. She was overjoyed and immediately started preparing for his arrival. She wanted everything to be perfect for when he walked through the door.

As the sun set on Christmas Eve, Y/n and Layla waited anxiously for Price to arrive. The little girl was sitting in front of the Christmas tree, her eyes wide with excitement.

Finally, the sound of a key in the door caught Y/n's attention. She straightened up and watched as the door swung open, revealing Price, looking weary but happy to be home.

The moment their eyes met, Y/n felt tears prick at her eyes. She had missed him so much and seeing him standing there in front of her, safe and sound, was the best Christmas gift she could ask for.

Price dropped his bag and took a step towards them, his eyes immediately finding Layla sitting there on the floor. The sight of his little girl brought a grin to his face, and he knelt down in front of her.

"Well, look at you," he said warmly, his voice hoarse from travel. "You've grown so big."

"It's only been a couple of months aswell. Can you believe it?"

Price chuckled, reached out and ruffled Layla's hair affectionately.  

"Time flies when you're not around," he said, a hint of wistfulness in his tone. "But I'm here now."  

He looked up at Y/n, his gaze softening as he took her in.

Y/n smiled back at him, her heart swelling with emotion. She couldn't believe he was really here, back in their home safe and sound.  

"We've missed you so much," she said quietly, her voice cracking slightly.

Price stood up and walked over to Y/n, pulling her into a tight embrace. He held her close, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair and relishing the feel of her body in his arms.  

"I've missed you too," he murmured into her ear. "More than you know."

They stood there for a moment, holding each other tightly, before Layla's little voice broke the silence.  

"Daddy, can we open the presents now?" she asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Layla, It's not Christmas day yet hun, Santa still needs to come."

Layla's face fell. "But I want to open them now! I can't wait any longer!" she whined, pouting dramatically.  

Price chuckled and smiled down at her. "I know you're excited, but you have to wait until tomorrow. You don't want to make Santa sad, do you?" he said, ruffling her hair again.

Layla thought about it for a moment, her pout still firmly in place. "No, I guess not," she finally conceded grudgingly.  

Price laughed and looked up at Y/n, shaking his head in mock despair. "Tough crowd," he said, a twinkle in his eye.

Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes affectionately. "She's just impatient, like her father," she teased, poking Price playfully in the side.

Price feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Excuse you, I am a paragon of patience," he protested, although the grin on his face betrayed his lightheartedness.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over her face. "Really? Patience was never your strong suit," she teased, her tone affectionate.

Price shrugged, unabashed. "I can be patient when the situation calls for it," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Like right now. I've been patient enough, waiting to get you alone for the last few months."

Y/n rolls her eyes "Alright Layla, let's get you to bed so Santa can come."

Layla whined and protested, not wanting to go to bed yet. She was too excited for Christmas to sleep.  

"But I'm not tired!" she protested, looking up at her parents with pleading eyes.

Y/n knelt down to be eye level with Layla. "I know you're not tired, sweetheart," she said kindly. "But you need to sleep so Santa can come and deliver all your presents."

Layla huffed out a sigh, clearly not happy with the situation. But she knew she couldn't argue with her parents.  

Y/n picked her up and carried her off to her room, leaving Price standing in the living room by himself.

Price watched as Y/n disappeared into Layla's room, a small pang of sadness in his chest. He wished he could have been there for all the little moments he had missed while he had been deployed.  

He shook his head slightly, trying to rid himself of the thought. Instead, he focused on the fact that he was home now, and that was what mattered.

After a few minutes, Y/n emerged from Layla's room, closing the door gently behind her. She walked back over to Price, a tired smile on her face.  

"She's finally asleep," she said, leaning against him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Ah, she didn't want to admit it but she was tired?"

Y/n chuckled softly. "Yeah, she's always been stubborn like that. She gets that from you," she teased, her tone affectionate.

Price feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Me, stubborn? I don't know what you're talking about," he said, a cheeky grin on his face.

Y/n rolls her eyes again but smiles. She grabs his face and presses a kiss to his lips. After pulling away she states "Your beard has really grown out. I can barely get to your lips."

Price laughs, scratching his cheek. "Yeah, it's getting pretty scruffy, I know. The guys on base used to tease me about it."  

He pulls her closer, his hands resting on her hips. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

Y/n smiled and shook her head, her fingers reaching up to brush against his stubble. "No, I actually kind of like it," she confessed, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks.  

She leaned up and pressed another kiss to his lips, unable to resist despite the beard.

"I mean it's different, a little long but if you like this length I'll eventually like it." Y/n continues.

Price chuckled at her words, amused by her response. "Eventually like it, huh?" he teased, a twinkle in his eye.  

He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes locked on hers. "What if I keep growing it out even more?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

Y/n hums "Isn't that against military protocol?"

Price grins and shrugs nonchalantly. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But even if it is, I don't really care."  

He leans closer, his lips hovering just millimeters from her earlobe. "And besides, I like to do things my own way," he whispers, his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/n's heart skips a beat at his words, his closeness making her feel heady and disoriented. She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure.  

"You're a trouble maker, you know that?" she mutters, her voice laced with both frustration and desire.

Price grins wider, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on her. He knows exactly how to push her buttons.  

"You love it," he responds, his voice low and sultry. He reaches up, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. "Don't deny it."

Price's grin turns feral, his eyes darkening with desire.  

He grips her hips tightly, pulling her flush against him. He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low and rumbling whisper.  

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," he breathes, his hands trailing up her sides, bunching the fabric of her shirt.  

He nips gently at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "And how much I want you."

Y/n gasped at the unexpected attack on her senses, her body responding immediately to his touch. She could feel the heat pooling low in her stomach, her heart racing in her chest.  

She tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck, her brain already foggy with desire. A soft moan escaped her lips, betraying her need for him.

Price took her surrender as a cue to continue, his lips moving down to her neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin. His hands roamed across her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.  

He pressed her against the wall, trapping her between his body and the hard surface, his mouth never leaving her skin as he continued to mark her as his.

Y/n was completely lost in sensation, her mind a blur of desire and need. She clutched at his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles, her body arching against his.  

"Please, Price," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I need you. Now."

Price cursed under his breath, the sound of her pleading only fueling his desire further.

He lifted her up, hoisting her legs around his waist, his mouth crashing down onto hers in a fierce kiss. He pressed her against the wall, his hips pressing against hers, leaving no doubt in her mind how badly he wanted her.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to her, her hips grinding against his. She met his kiss with equal intensity, pouring all her pent-up passion and longing into the kiss. 

She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands, desperate for more of him, more of his touch, more of his skin on hers.

Price groaned, the sound deep and guttural, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt. He pulled it up and off of her in a single swift motion, tossing it aside.  

His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and dip, his gaze filled with unbridled desire. "God, I've missed this," he murmured, his hands roaming across her bare skin.

His mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of kisses and nips in its wake. His teeth grazed against her collarbone, his tongue tracing the contour of her shoulder.  

He moved lower, his lips finding the swells of her breasts, and her head fell back against the wall as a soft moan escaped her lips.

Price continued his downward progression, his hands and mouth working in tandem to set her senses on fire. He nipped at her stomach, his teeth scraping against her skin, his tongue soothing the marks he left behind.  

He reached the edge of her pants, his fingers working the button open, his eyes locking onto hers as he slowly started to pull them down.

Y/n was practically writhing under his touch, her body aflame with pleasure and need. She watched as he undressed her, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her hips arching towards him.

Once her pants were off, Price stood up, his gaze moving back to her face. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, his breath hot and heavy against her face.  

His hands went to her thighs, gripping her hips, pulling her against him, his hardness pressing against her.  

"Say you're mine," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Y/n's heart thudded wildly in her chest, her brain fuzzy with desire. She looked into his eyes, seeing the desperate need and possessiveness in them.  

"I'm yours," she breathed, the words barely a whisper. "Always yours."

Price's eyes darkened dangerously, a primal possessive growl rumbling deep in his chest. He hoisted her up, lifting her legs around his hips, pinning her against the wall once more.  

He captured her lips in a hard, bruising kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her as his. He rocked his hips against hers, the thin fabric of his pants the only barrier between them.

"Take it off, please" y/n practically begs

Price's eyes darkened further, the heat and need in them almost overwhelming. He took a moment to relish in her plea, the sound of her begging like music to his ears.  

Without wasting another moment, he obeyed her command, reaching down to hook his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, pulling them off with a quick, rough motion.

Now completely bare, he pressed himself against her, his body fitting perfectly against hers. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, as his hands roamed over her body, familiarizing himself with every inch of her skin.

He moved his kisses down her collarbone, across her chest, his mouth finding the sensitive spot by her neck. His hands continued to explore, caressing and squeezing, as he re-memorized every dip and curve of her body.  

Y/n's mind was lost in a fog of desire and sensation, her world centered on the feel of his body against hers, the taste of him on her tongue.

Price groaned against her skin, his body taut with need. He could feel her body respond to his every touch, her hips rolling against him as she sought more friction, more of him.  

He moved his mouth back up to her ear, his voice a deep, hoarse whisper. "You're driving me insane," he said, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "I need you so badly."

Y/n let out a soft moan, the sound desperate and needy. She ran her hands down his back, her nails scratching against his skin, as she pulled him closer to her.  

"I want you, all of you," she breathed against his ear, her voice ragged with desire. "Please, Price, now."

Price let out a guttural moan, the sound torn from his throat by the force of his desire.  

He adjusted his grip on her, his hands grasping her hips firmly, as he shifted her slightly. He lined himself up, his eyes locking onto hers, his need and possession clear in his gaze.  

"You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Always mine."

With that, he thrust into her, his body joining with hers in one powerful movement. 

Y/n gasped at the overwhelming sensation, her body clenching around him as her head fell back against the wall, a guttural moan escaping her lips.  

She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, as she held on tight, her body adjusting to the feel of the feel of him inside her. Price swore, the sound ragged and guttural, his body shuddering with the force of his restraint.  

He stilled for a moment, his forehead resting against hers, his breath coming in labored gasps.  

"You okay?" he managed to rasp out, his voice strained.

Y/n nodded, her eyes still closed, her body adjusting to the feel of him. Her hands moved to his face, her fingers tracing the contour of his jawline.  

"I’m fine," she assured him, her voice soft and breathless. "Don’t stop, please."

Price groaned at her words, the sound torn from his lips by a mix of desire and relief.  

He started to move, his hips rocking against hers in a measured, purposeful rhythm. His mouth found her neck again, his teeth scraping against her skin, his tongue soothing the marks he left behind.

Y/n's head fell back, her body arching towards him, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. Her hands roamed his back, her fingers tracing the ridges of his muscles, her touch desperate and needy.  

She couldn't get enough of him, the feeling of him inside her both overwhelming and perfect. "More," she gasped, her voice pleading in his ear. "Give me more."

"That's going to result in another baby love" Price jokes

Y/n chuckled breathlessly, her body still coiled tight with pleasure. She ran her hands through his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands.  

"And what would be the problem with that?" she teased, her voice full of suggestion.

Price's movements stuttered momentarily at her words, heat flaring deep in his gut. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.  

"You know I won't be able to stop at just one," he growled, his hands gripping her hips even tighter.

"You want another little Layla?" 

Price leaned in, nipping at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, his tone full of possessive need. "You looked so damn beautiful pregnant with Layla."

Y/n hummed, the sound a mixture of pleasure and surprise. She hadn't expected him to admit that out loud, but hearing the words sent a rush of heat through her.  

"You loved seeing me pregnant, huh?" she teased, her voice filled with affectionate amusement.

Price chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening. "Loved it," he affirmed, the word dripping with unabashed possessiveness. "You were glowing, radiant. And knowing that you were carrying our child, it made me feel... I can't even put it into words."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words, the depth of his feelings for her and their unborn child making her chest feel tight. She pulled his face closer, capturing his lips in a tender kiss.  

"Sap," she mumbled against his mouth, her tone affectionate.

Price smiled into the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, a low rumble of laughter echoing in his throat. He pulled back, just enough to speak.  

"Only for you," he replied, his voice a deep rumble. "Only for you, love."

"I'm close"

Price groaned at her words, the sound rough and guttural.  

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. He knew that she was close, he could feel it in the way her body trembled against his, in the ragged gasps that escaped her lips.  

"I've got you," he reassured her, his voice a strained whisper. "Let go, I've got you."

With a gasp, Y/n reached her climax, her body shuddering against his as she let go. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thump, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips.  

Price held her through it, his body still moving against hers, his arms strong and steady, as he helped her ride through the waves

of pleasure. As she slowly came back to herself, her breathing ragged and labored, he slowed his pace, his own release just out of reach.  

He pressed soft kisses along her jawline, his hands rubbing soothing circles into her hips. "You okay?" he asked again, his voice still gruff, but softer now.

Y/n nodded, her limbs limp and heavy, her body feeling languid and well-loved. She leaned her forehead against his, her eyes still closed, a small, content smile playing on her lips.  

"More than okay," she murmured, her voice thick with satiated exhaustion.

Price let out a huff of laughter, the sound light and happy. He lifted her off the wall, holding her easily in his arms, and carried her over to their shared bedroom.  

He laid her down gently, his body following immediately after, his muscled form caging her in. He looked down at her, his gaze full of love and tenderness.

"You're amazing," he whispered, his voice quiet and reverent. He ran his fingers through her hair, his touch gentle and loving.  

He moved down, pressing kisses along her neck, her collarbone, her chest, his mouth worshiping every dip and curve of her body.

"Mmm," Y/n hummed, her body arching into his touch, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. "You keep that up and I might go again."

Price chuckled at her words, the sound deep and amused. He nipped at her belly button, his tongue swirling around the indentation.  

"Don't tempt me," he warned, his voice a low rumble. "You know I have no self-control when it comes to you."

Y/n shivered under his touch, her body reacting immediately. She tangled her fingers in his hair, her breath coming in soft gasps.  

"Who says I don't want to tempt you?" she challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.

Price groaned at her words, the sound primal and needy. He moved his mouth lower, his teeth grazing along her hip bone.  

"You're a menace," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and heavy. "A goddamn siren."

Y/n laughed, the sound a mix of amusement and desire. She tugged on his hair, pulling his head up so she could look at him.  

"Only for you, love," she teased, her voice a sultry drawl. "Only for you."

[ghostsforghosts]

A Mutually Beneficial Deal

COD Regency AU... I've been holding off on making this because I don't really enjoy writing period-typical homophobia (or really homophobia in general), but this AU keeps pulling me in. And I had a vision of an idea, so here I am. If you haven't already guessed, Reader is male. Summary: You were a baron, the lowest rank in the peerage and you had only gotten the title because you were the only son in your family. Your father had died recently, giving you the title because he had no brother to give it to. Since you were of low ranking among the ton, your family was in desperate need of marrying into a wealthier family. However, you were introverted and not really looking forward to marrying a woman, so your mother's attention switched to your baby sister who was the oldest of your sisters. As the only man of the house, it was up to you to find a suitor for you sister. Word Count: 2, 144

"You can't just go marrying another Baron," your mother said to your sister, Susannah. She sounded exhausted with her, having to repeat this several times ever since your father died. "We need more respect in the ton now that your father is gone, so you need to marry up. You need marry…an Earl. An Earl will help us with the debts your bastard father left us."

Susannah pouted at your mother, but the pouting didn’t last long as your mother glared at her. “Mama, please. I understand why not a baron, but an Earl? What difference is there between an Earl and a Viscount? A Viscount can make us financially stable,” she complained.

Your mother tutted at her, really displeased that Susannah seemed to have her head in the clouds with how often your mother had told why her betrothed couldn't be a Viscount. "Foolish girl, look up from your books and pay attention from time to time. The reason why not a Viscount is because Earls are guaranteed to have enough money for our debts and we will gain so much more respect if you snag an Earl instead of a Viscount."

You tapped your foot, wondering why you had been called here if your mother was just going to ignore you and berate your sister. You stood up, instinctively smoothing out your coat as you did so.

"Mama, I have paperwork to get to, please excuse me."

You moved to leave, but your mother wasn't having it.

"There's nothing more important than ensuring your sister gets married to a reputable man," your mother answered, giving you a withering look. She was pleased when you sat back down, continuing now that she knew you were listening. "Perhaps, while you stood near the walls during balls, you've noticed anyone who is a good suitor for your sister. You need to do more in this situation than be Susannah's chaperone. I can't do everything here."

"I hear mostly of scandals, Mama." You tried your best not to shift beneath her gaze, knowing she wouldn't like you showing the slightest hint of fear. "Most of the men I hear about are not men Susannah should be with, considering their rakish reputations. But I can certainly make more of an effort to find suitable men for her," you added, wanting to appease her.

Your mother smiled, but it was a harsh smile that would fade quickly if you didn’t do what you said. “Good, I’m glad I can count on you, {Name}.”

She then turned back to Susannah, dismissing you with a wave.

You didn’t hesitate to get up once more and to finally leave the drawing room, knowing that if you had stayed, she would’ve dragged you back into the conversation. And you did really have paperwork to do.

Once you got to your study—it was actually your late father's but it was now yours since you were a baron—, you sat down with a sigh. You had so much to do ever since your father died and your mother just kept piling things onto your plate. You didn't know when you would get to finding Susannah a suitor, but you'd have to make time.

The day passed by and you had busied yourself with paperwork, telling your mother you'll skip out on eating dinner with them since you were going to go to the gentleman's club in search of a suitor for Susannah. Your mother was happy, so she let you go.

Going by carriage, you arrived at the gentleman's club you've been a member of since you were of age to do so.

It wasn't the most lavish and expensive gentleman's club in the ton, but it was enough for you. And it was enough for some earls too, which would help in seeing who was an eligible suitor.

"My Lord Baron!" The man who owned the gentleman's club, Edgard Shakerley, said as you stepped inside the club. He greeted you warmly, despite not knowing you that well. "I'm glad to see you here again, Lord {Name}. We've missed you and we're sorry for your loss."

You merely smiled in greeting, not liking the way everyone seemed to extend their condolences every single time they saw you. You made your way to the main room of the club, sitting down after getting a drink.

Thankfully, the very small group of friends you had made while being a member of the gentlemen's club were also there and you sat with them. They knew better than to offer their condolences, instead asking about how your workload was.

"I have so many people to write back to and so many payments to do, it's exhausting," you complained, happy to have people to talk to. You lounged in your chair, oblivious to everyone except your friends. "And on top of all of that, my mother is tasking me with the job of finding a good enough suitor for Susannah. Which is why I came here, hoping to find someone reputable. An Earl."

One of your friends, a Viscount named Griffith Yorke, perked up at that. "A reputable Earl, you say? I have just the man in mind, and he's coming this way."

Before you could persuade him not to call out to his friend, Griffith had done so with no prompting.

"My Lord Earl! It's so good to see you! Come, Lord Riley. Sit with us."

You turned your head to look at the man Griffith was talking to, seeing a huge, scarred man who was walking with a cane. You knew this man, but mostly everyone did.

He had brown hair and brown eyes that were haunted, his stature tall and built. He filled out his clothes wonderfully and moved gracefully even with the limp he had gotten five years ago after returning home wounded from the war. His cane was made of oak wood, its shine lost due to years of the earl using it, his clothes perfect even as he moved.

Despite being upset at your friend calling the earl over, you couldn't help but agree that Lord Earl Riley was an honorable man. He was involved in no scandal that you had ever heard of and all that the gossip the ton spread about him were just of them hoping he'd take a wife soon. There were no rumors of debts he piled up or rumors of him having premarital sex with debauched women.

He was just a regular man, who simply was not one to socialize much. He seemed a lot like you in that regard.

"Everyone, this is Lord Simon Riley," Griffith said, gesturing to Lord Riley when the lord had stopped in front of the group.

Everyone greeted the earl and introduced themselves in turn, a chair being pulled up for him. You ended up sitting side by side as everyone else asked the earl how he was and what he was doing at the gentlemen's club.

Somehow, though you expect it was Griffith's doing, you end up sitting with just Lord Riley an hour later. Everyone gave some excuse or the other for needing to leave, bidding you both goodnight. Griffith was the last one to leave and he whispered something in Lord Riley's ear before leaving.

You stared at the bottom of your fourth glass, feeling the buzz of the alcohol. "I need a suitor," you blurted out, more inebriated than you thought you were. You cleared your throat, still not looking Lord Riley in the eyes but you looked up in his general direction. "My sister, Susannah, needs a suitor. A reputable one and an Earl."

Lord Riley raised an eyebrow, drawing your attention to the jagged knife scars on his face. "I do need a wife," he said surprisingly, taking a sip of his own drink. "The debutantes keep swarming me every time marriage season comes. It'd be nice to have a reason for them to back off."

"Are…" Your throat felt like there was a rock in there and you swallowed hard, trying to get the words out of your mouth. "Are you suggesting you marry my sister?" you asked, wanting to leave no room for misunderstandings.

"That's what you want, don't you?" Lord Riley was still holding eye contact with you, refusing to look away whereas you couldn't bear to look into his eyes for too long. "You want a suitor for your sister and I want a wife to make the other women leave me alone. It seems like a beneficial situation to the both of us to me."

You couldn't stay help yourself but reveal the entire situation, giving the earl more information than your mother probably wanted you to give a potential suitor. You talked about all of the debts your father had wracked up while he was alive, how his debtors were still wanting money despite his untimely death.

By the time you finished saying everything, you two were one of the last few lounging in the gentlemen's club, the only lights being the candles which casted a soft golden glow on your huddled figures. You both had lowered your voices, knowing that this subject shouldn't be loud for others to hear.

Lord Riley was so close to you now, his long legs brushing against yours with every small shift of his body in his chair. "I'm surprised you're not also marrying this season, since you could marry up as well and get a sizable dowry from your future wife's father," he said, but his words weren't judgmental but curious.

He was curious about you, showing you attention most high-ranking men in the ton wouldn't. It was certainly something new to have someone so popular among everyone else be willingly sitting with you for this long.

"I don't really want to marry a woman," you admitted after a while, finding the strength to do so. You were worried Lord Riley would turn you in to the authorities, but you only saw the same non-judgmental look on his face he had been sporting the entire time you talked. "I know I will have to, eventually. But I just can't fall in love with women and it feels wrong to marry one when I know it'd be a loveless marriage."

"I'm the same way," Lord Riley answered, giving you the same sincerity you gave him. He sighed, wiping away the condensation on his glass with his gloved thumb. "But most marriages are loveless at the start and to be respected, we have to hide away our true selves. Your sister… I'm sure she's an amazing woman, but I will never love her. I can, however, give her and your family financial stability and status that will allow her and you to live comfortably."

You honestly couldn't ask for a better solution to your family's financial situation, but you knew that you shouldn't solidify anything until your sister agrees. She was, after all, the one whom Lord Riley would be marrying.

You stood up suddenly, placing your glass haphazardly on the table before you. "I should go, but I will write to you with the answer to the deal you propose. I just first have to talk to Susannah about this," you said, bowing to Lord Riley. "Goodnight, my lord."

You turned to walk away, but Lord Riley's hand reached over to grip your wrist. His fingers wrapped around your wrist quite easily, leaving just a little bit of space between fingers since you were no dainty man.

"If your sister agrees to this arrangement, perhaps we don't have to resign ourselves to being alone in our desires." His brown eyes bore into yours, his words causing shivers down your spine. "We don't even have to act on them, we can just bond over being in the same situation. Just think about it, okay? I'll settle for just seeing you because of my courting of Susannah, if that's what you want."

Your heart soared at the offer, wanting to say yes. For so long, you have hid your true self and your desires from your friends and you longed to be truthful with someone. You yearned to have someone know what you were going through, to have someone who could understand and who you could understand in return.

But the offer was not one that could be rushed. You'd need time to see if that was what you wanted or if you wanted to be professional with Lord Riley.

So you merely nodded, glad that was all the answer the man needed before he let go of your wrist. You took one last look before bidding him goodnight once more, turning on your heels afterwards and leaving.

It seemed like your family's luck was turning and there was a light at the end of the tunnel. If your sister took the offer, that is.

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[the-palelady]

had people send me messages about minors reposting my nsfw stuff. i feel i shouldn’t have to say this considering i have it listed twice on my profile and again on my carrd/rules.

but if you’re a minor please kindly fuck off. do not interact with me. do not share my posts. thank you.

[nrdmssgs]

‘‘They’re fifty and we’re five, Riot’’

Fortes Soli, Fortiores Una Chapter 3: Verus amicus est tanquam alter idem

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[i-love-you-just-the-same]

naps to lovers?

price is an accident, you fall asleep watching a movie with him after he cradles you in his bed. plops down with you to do some paperwork and he's out, too. you wake up cuddled into his chest and pretend not to notice his boner.

next it's johnny. you're both exhausted from sparring and workouts. instead of showering, he pulls you to his bed and tells you to wait for him before you get in. by the time you want up, the sheets are crusted with sweat and soap is on top of you, crushing you to the mattress.

after that, it's both johnny and kyle. smooshed between them after a long hard mission, it's hard not to appreciate two nice pillows. simon has the picture of you three asleep on each other.

kyle finds you in the mess hall after, pulling you to your room with the promise of takeout and uninterrupted rest.

simon is standoffish at first, but eventually offers himself up as a weighted blanket for you after being reprimanded by another force's captain (don't worry, price and gaz are handling it). he lets you hold him close while stroking your hair and face until you drift off. he frequents in odd hours with you (when he knows your alone or stacked up with another one of the boys).

you don't mean for it to, but it becomes much more regular. price pulling you into his lap during late night briefings, soap's head in your lap, and kyle following you back to your room. they get so much more casually affectionate- hands on you at all times, forehead kisses, and sweet words. they begin to take you out together after missions and on off days to movies and shopping (they love dressing you up).

this all builds up to a random friday where they bring you to a house about 30 minutes from base. lately, they'd all been a bit more secretive and making investments "for the wellbeing of the team" like price's new truck that could seat 7. the house has all five of yours stuff in it (ash trays, half finished sketches, sewing kits, kyle's hat on the table). you see some of your missing clothes in one of the big dressers half-opened drawers.

it shouldn't be a surprise to you then when you walk in the bedroom and there's a california king. you really should have expected it, hen, they've been courting you for months!

yeah, johnny's naked on the bed, so what?

[euno11a]

it is proven that majority of women can’t orgasm from intercourse alone. So imagine reader who can’t make herself cum, no matter how she touches her swollen little bud.

it’s becoming more annoying as you keep trying, different speeds, pressures, and angles, but nothing seems to work for you! It’s gotten to the point where you’ve quite frankly given up on even touching yourself. You’ve tried for so long, yet always get nothing.

so imagine telling Simon when he asks you, oh so kindly when on deployment, to touch yourself with him to make you both feel good. The silence over the phone when you say you can’t.

“What?”

“I just can’t. I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work for me.”

“‘Ave ya-?”

“I’ve done everything, Simon! I can’t, okay?”

it was clear that this was something that you weren’t comfortable with talking about. It made you upset that you didn’t “function correctly” like other women. So the night Simon came home, he greeted you with a soft kiss. There wasn’t any harsh underlying emotion, just soft and sweet love. His large and calloused hands would cup your cheeks and look at your eyes, watching the slight confusion slip into your gaze.

now laying against his sturdier chest, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you, you knew what was happening. He gently pulled down your sleeping pants, taking his time to let his fingertips brush against every inch of your thighs, all the way down to your ankles. And soon enough, off came your panties too. He started by admiring the slight glistening of your slick right by your entrance, using his fingers to gently dip into the fluid that he loved. Dragging his fingers upwards, he brought his fingertips to the side of your clit, letting your slick be the lube for his fingers.

Simon looked at you through the mirror, keeping eye contact as his fingers pressed onto your clit. The gasp that left your lips was sudden, almost reaching down to grab his wrist, but stopping when he gave you a stern warning look. Everything felt different - his touch felt electrifying, while yours felt like watching paint dry. Why was it so different? Your eyes fluttered shut, head resting on his shoulder when he started speeding up his small circular motion. Your thighs spread a little more, shuddering when you felt a build up in your lower tummy. That burn you never felt unless you used a toy, the burn you got before you were clouded with euphoria; it was coming. You let out small squeaks and whimpers as your hips lifted and you came undone. Usually that’s when you’d stop, let your body just relax, but Simon kept a firm hand across your torso, using his leg to keep yours pinned down so he could still rub you till complete satisfaction.

once his movements slowed and he was panting along with you slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the mirror again.

“I don’t care what time of day it is, if ye need t’cum, y’tell me and I’ll help, love. Alrigh’?”

you mustered a small nod, droopy eyes falling to the wet and sticky mess between your thighs, and the lovely hands that helped you along the way.

[amustikas]

“I showed you my fish pls respond”

would you swipe right on him???

oh and happy valentines ;)

[grimmroach]

i thibk i haivd covid

[minkei]

forgot to post this here

[milk-tea-sakura]

12 days of Christmas

Unexpected Gifts- Bang Chan, who secretly likes you, leaves you gifts for the 12 days leading up to Christmas day. And each day the number of gifts goes up.

Fluff/Expensive gift giving

A Family Christmas- Price comes home from deployment just in time for the holidays. He's also just in time to be there for his little girl's first Christmas.

Fluff/Reader has a daughter/Smut/Mentions of making another baby

Home for The Holidays- Lee Know comes back early from touring just to spend Christmas and the New Years with his favorite girl.

Fluff/Engagement

[cntloup]

Simon is not a jealous man. he knows his worth and knows that he can absolutely trust you. but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. in fact, he cares wholeheartedly about anything even remotely related to you. so he always rests a hand on your back or holds your hand when you walk out in public, a silent signal that he's always there for you if you need him while glaring daggers in every creep's direction who dares to look at you inappropriately which always makes them back out. he always keeps an eye on you and your surroundings.

his actions are not driven by insecurities or the need to show everyone who you belong to. he knows that you're his and he's yours, but that's a private matter between you two that doesn't need showing off. it's a sacred bond that shouldn't be sullied by such behaviors. no, his actions are driven purely by love and devotion and the need to protect you.

he doesn't feel the need to 'punish' you for being you when someone makes a move on you. he simply has no interest in the concept because he doesn't own you and the fact that some creep decides to approach you is not your fault. he has no interest in this childish way of thinking.

you're the only one he can trust other than his comrades. he's got everything he needs and more in you. so why on earth would he taint this pure love you share by such impure ways?

[abbsaura]

Simon Riley fucking you like this, Simon Riley fucking you like that… okay, buy what about Simon Riley making love to you.

He can be a kind person sometimes. Just imagine it. Missionary position and soft thrusts and him moaning in a low tone. He would say that you’re so perfect and gorgeous, how long has he waited to have you like this…

He is a normal human being, he would like to experience pleasure like all of us. Some days it can be gentle and sweet and some other days he would fuck like it’s his last day on earth.

Just some intrusive thoughts I had, I dislike almost all of the hard porn about ghost in here.

[the-palelady]

imagine simon who’s roommate has some SERIOUSSSS road rage (same). especially as someone who’s usually quiet it shocks the shit out of people to drive with me.

you don’t normally drive, but simon’s tired. he just got home from a long mission. however, the man’s gotta eat so you decide to take him out to grab a bite that way neither of you will have to lift a finger.

as always, it’s quiet. between the two of you not much is said, but it’s a comfortable silence.

until you get to a light that’s green, and has been for more than six seconds. that’s all it takes to flip your switch.

“go!!! it’s green for fucks sakes!!!!”

your strength mirrors that of superman with the way your palm slams against the horn.

and simon is lost for fucking words. his eyes snap over to you and he watches the crease in your brows, and the way your face scrunches into a scowl.

it doesn’t stop there though as they finally take off, albeit slowly. which simon notices only pisses you off more.

your fingers are drumming against the steering wheel, foot tapping the gas, and you’re literally riding the ass of the poor bastard in front of you.

“i will take both of us out if you don’t hurry it the fuck up.”

you’re punctuating your words with more taps on the gas. you aren’t screaming like before but your voice is borderline demonic.

finally they make a turn. you all but obliterate the gas pedal as you take off, and let out the breath you had been holding this entire time.

when you turn to peek over at simon, his eyes are glued to you, practically bulging out of his head.

and he has no idea whether he should be scared or horny.