#john ask

[ask-the-emersons]

Happy Father's Day John. Congrats on being the only good lotf dad.

As a present I won't thirst over you for a week and a half.

No promises about Todd or Snow tho.

“I’m sorry? What is ‘thirst’? Water? Are you all thirsty?”

“…Father-“

“Not now, son. I’m interrogating these strangers.”

[john-mary-andco]

Hey John! How’s home life?

TW: Alcohol/implied child abuse (we’re starting this one off strong aren’t we)

/Before you press read more I wanted y’all to look at this because I’m proud of it and also it could serve as a cover picture for this post

Anyways full answer after the cut! Please do be careful and take care of yourselves if you or someone else has gone through something like this!

“It’s…Not all that great. My dad and mum don’t really pay much attention to me and the shit I do, and when they do…It’s not good. It’s mostly my dad. He drinks a lot. I honestly don’t know why, he’s been doing it since before I was born. Nobody will tell me why, and I’m content with not asking.”

“…I also think that I wasn’t really…planned. They don’t want me; they never did. I didn’t ask to be born, mum and dad. You could’ve y’know, not had me, but noooo, you have to make my life a living hell if I stay home, so I go out most of the day until midnight.”

“God forbid I get a good night’s sleep. I literally can’t sleep. Dad wakes me up in the middle of the night when he’s really drunk to yell at me about a bunch o’ shit, mostly him asking why I’m still here.”

“…I don’t think I’ll ever get enough sleep. I can’t stop thinking about what he said, over and over. It’s playing in my head on repeat, and I don’t think it’ll ever stop.”

[sparkiekong]

list 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ʚ♡ɞ

Heya! Thanks for the ask.

John Robinson facts

I adopted him from @helenofsimblr

He has a twin who was killed by a very bad alien.

He really loves his family.

He is quite happy being a farmer. More than he ever thought he would be.

He loves the Harlan family as if they were his own.

[yooo-lets-go]

There’s always summer somewhere in the world I guess

[thedivinetexts]

Ghost sharing you with the rest of the 141, simply because he honestly can't keep up with your sex drive. Ghost fucking loves you, but he isn't in the mood that often. It's a wonderful thing when he is — he always gets you sobbing from pleasure with his nice, thick cock and dirty words spilling from his mouth — but it just doesn't happen much. Between his chronic pain flaring up or his ptsd rearing its head he finds it a little difficult to want to fuck you as often as you'd like him to. He knows you're more insatiable than him and he feels guilty sometimes, not being able to keep up; even though you have never and would never complain about the infrequency of sex.

Takes a while for him to come to terms with it. Takes a bit longer for him to decide on what he thinks is the only suitable option; let his mates, the men he trusts with his life, have their way with you. Starting with the one he trusts most.

It's nerve-wracking the first time he lends you to Captain Price, some cynical part of him worried that you'll like it a bit too much and decide Ghost isn't worth sticking around for. Ghost shouldn't have been worried though — Price sends along a video of him fucking you, assumedly recorded just seconds before. The noises you make are loud and filthy. You're clearly cockdrunk and almost incomprehensible when you whine. But when Price growls the question in your ear, you don't hesitate.

"Tell us who you belong to, sweetheart, go on. Who owns you, darlin?"

"S-Simon!" You moan, nearly sobbing it out. Ghost's hand is on his clothed cock as he watches you cry and squirm. "Ah, 'm Simon's! Please, please, fuck, please!"

Price chuckles and the video cuts just as his hips speed up. A moment after Ghost is finished watching, a text pops up underneath it.

> Got yourself a good one.

[eupheme]

ghoul of the week

[mimisplayground]

Ghost who makes you sit in the truck while he hunts, grunts while dragging a deer back with him after a few hours of you sitting around on your phone trying to do anything with the poor cell service.

Manhandles you into the backseat and makes quick work of having his burly hands wrapped around your ankles as he pounds into you hard. Doesn’t let you cum at all either, slapping your thigh when you get too whiny for his liking. Cums deep inside of you and then plops you back into the passenger side and drives you back home.

Drops you at John Price’s house with a harsh slap to your ass with a grunted out “brought yer missus back” before stalking back to his truck.

At least you know your husband will take care of you in your needy state.

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price….ghost….. *drool emoji*

[rpftourney]

Best RPF Ship - Round 6 Match 2

[stalebagels]

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[bluegiragi]

group huddle!

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[wispscribbles]

I love your ghost design. I wanna squeeze him :⁠^⁠)

If no hug then why hug-shaped???

[ask-the-emersons]

How long has John been in the police business for?

And Mary in the daycare stuff

“Around like…24 years old…So…Ryder was 4 years old I think, if my math is correct…Well I joined a program at 24, and it takes about 2 to 3 years to officially become a cop, so 27…9 years I’ve been in service. That’s…Wow…I never realized how long it’s been.”

“You’re so cool, dad! :D”

“Haha…Thanks, Ryder…Little goofer, still doesn’t excuse your little outings at night.”

“But daaaad, I come back everytime…:(“

“People can kidnap you, Ryder. Especially at night when nobody’s awake or around—“

“Let’s! Not! Think about that! Uhm…I think I started my daycare when I was about 25, because Ryder was about 9 years old and I thought he needed more little friends, plus this area we live in is somewhat…Problematic. The poor littluns that nobody wants to care for, and the parents that are too poor to give the daycares around here a bunch of money are the main reason why I wanted to make my own daycare. Plus, some of the parents that send their children to my daycare are…Interesting…To say the least—“

“A couple of the kids show up with bruises and I ask them what happened, and they say, ‘Oh I fell off the swing at a park.’ But I call absolute bullshit, and I’m beating the hell out of their paren-“

“Ryder Emerson! No violence!”

“No no, wait Mary, I’m with him on this one. Address?”

“Boys—“

“It’s-“

[john-mary-andco]

*Pats his head* You’re doing a great job, John. Such a sweet boy…

“That’s really weird…Don’t call me that. I’m not ‘sweet’. Piss off-“

“….Sigh….I wish Winters would call me that…”

[whateveriwant]

Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

[yooo-lets-go]

Wish you were here

[ultravioletness]

I’ve been making gay knights (and ladies) collages on my phone at work

(Part two)