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Hi lovie! May i request something? Can you write angst to comfort with simon or john? Love me some ex to lover or just like another chance romance where the boys are grovelling teehee

Of course I can, angel!♡ I hope you like this, I'm so sorry that it's late. I really wanted to make it more angsty at the beginning and sweet at the end so enjoy.

What Remains ₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: angsty, simon being a bit of a prick tbh, fluff at the end.

The dreaded knock came late—sharp and deliberate, breaking the silence of your small apartment. You weren’t expecting anyone at this time, but the minute you opened the door and saw him standing there, everything froze.

Simon.

He looked the same, but so different. The mask was gone, but his darkening aura stayed the same. He didn’t say anything; he stared at you like he wasn’t sure you’d let him speak.

“What do you want?” you said, voice harsher than you expected.

“I came to talk,” he muttered, his voice low, almost hesitant, “To apologise.”

You let out a harsh laugh and crossed your arms.

“Talk? Now? After you walked out of my life without a word? Months, Simon. Months. And now you want to talk?”

“I know,” he said quickly, his tone defensive, as if bracing for impact.

“I know I fucked up.”

“Fucked up?” You stepped back, gesturing wildly, “No, Simon. You didn’t just ‘fuck up.’ You destroyed me. Do you even get that?”

He winced, his lips pressing into a hard line. “I left to keep you safe. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” you snapped. “You always have a choice. You just didn’t want to deal with me, so you made the easiest one. Don’t pretend you did it for me.”

His head snapped up at that, and for the first time, you saw something crack in him.

“You think it was easy? Leaving you? That it didn’t tear me apart every time i thought about it?”

“Sure looked easy from where I was standing,” you fired back. You knew it wasn’t like that, but you had lost it with him now.

“I was trying to protect you,” he said, voice harder now, colder. It was like he went back to who he was in the field, merciless and cruel.

“Do you have any idea the kind of shit that follows me? The kind of danger I drag around? I left because I didn’t want you caught in the crossfire. You know I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.”

“Protect me?” You let out a bitter laugh. “That’s rich, Simon. Did you ever stop to think about how it felt on my end? Not knowing if you were dead, alive, or just done with me? You didn’t protect me. You abandoned me.”

That word hit him like a slap. His jaw clenched, and something in his expression shifted, turning darker. “You think I wanted to do that? That it didn’t fucking kill me to walk away? I was trying to do the right thing.”

“Yeah, well, you failed,” you shot back. “Congratulations. All you did was prove I meant nothing to you.”

He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You think you meant nothing? Christ, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought about you every fucking day. Do you know how many times I wanted to pick up the phone? To come back? But I couldn’t.”

“Why? Why couldn’t you?” you demanded, your voice breaking. You didn’t want to get emotional with him but you couldn’t help it.

“What stopped you? What could possibly be worse than what you did to me?”

Simon’s voice dropped, “Because I was scared, alright? Scared I’d lose you for good. Scared you’d get hurt because of me.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words hitting you like a tidal wave. For a small moment, neither of you said anything, just stood there in the wreckage of everything unsaid.

“You broke me, Simon. You left me with nothing. And now you just show up, expecting me to forgive you?”

“I don’t expect your forgiveness,” he said, his tone softer now, the fight draining out of him. “I just… I couldn’t stay away anymore. I had to try. Even if you want to slam the door in my face, I’ll take it, but I needed you to know I’m sorry. For all of it.”

You felt your resolve cracking, the anger giving way to something else—something just as painful.

“You don’t get to do this to me,” you whispered. “You don’t get to come back like this and try to undo everything I’ve been through.”

“I know,” he said gently. “But I can’t let you go without a fight. Just because I left doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore.”

Your arms hung limp at your sides, the weight of his words crushing you. You couldn’t tell if you were angry at him or just upset.

“I know I’ve been a prick, baby, trust me I know. And I hate myself for ever doing this to you. I wasn’t thinking properly. Fuck, I just- ”. He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

He looked… lost? Like he didn’t know how to fix this, and it tugged at something deep inside you, even through the anger.

“Simon,” you said quietly, your voice softer now.

His hand dropped, and he looked at you, the raw emotion in his eyes catching you off guard. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you if you let me,” he whispered. “I just want you back. Please.”

The sincerity in his voice broke you, and you couldn’t even get a moment to second-guess yourself.

“One chance, Simon. That’s all you’re getting.”

Guys i fear this is one of the best things i’ve written (my favourite). And it’s actually proof-read because i could be asked to get the grammar correct!! So proud. Thank you anon for this lovely, lovely request `౨ৎ~

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

simon tying you up so he can breed you roughly

stepdad!simon breeding you with a creampie

olderbf!simon stretching you out with his big cock

simon giving you a sweet creampie whilst having you in mating press

getting fucked firmly from behind by olderbf!simon

bsfdad!simon using you as his little fucktoy in secret

stepdad!simon teasing his baby girl before cumming inside her

simon fucking his angel so sweetly and gently

simon angry fucking the living soul out of you in missionary

bsfdad!simon teasing you before shoving his cock deep inside

olderbf!simon taking you from behind after ripping your panties

olderbf!simon rough fucking his pretty baby to sleep

Captain John Price

older!john having you bounce up and down on his aching cock

john rearranging your guts with his big dick

stepdad!john breeding and creampie-ing his stepdaughter who’s pretty in pink

john pinning you down and fucking you senselessly until you see stars

older!john using your sweet pussy as a cumdump

stepdad!john angry pounding his angel with his big cock

stepdad!john pinning you down and breeding you from behind

john stretches you out slowly on his cock

older!john using your pussy to get sweet relief

stepdad!john eating his little girl out

slow, sensual sex with older!john

milking john’s cock after a long, hard mission

Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

johnny teases his pretty baby before fucking her hard

fetish!johnny likes to make your panties a wet mess before giving you a creampie

john getting his sweetheart so cockdrunk

being a good little slut and riding olderbf!johnny’s cock

johnny pounding your pussy in the shower after a long day

olderbf! johnny punishing his little girl’s pretty parts

johnny overflowing and breeding you with his cum while you squirt

getting fucked to sleep by olderbf!johnny

johnny abusing your pussy mercilessly as he fucks you rough

stepdaddy!johnny forcing you to take it hard like a good girl

johnny pumping his cum deep inside you

olderbf!johnny hate fucking you after an argument

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

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Captain John Price

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my sweet angel ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ older!Price having his way with his pretty girl ༊*·˚ .° { 🪽} ·.༄࿔ { 🕯️ }

Price telling his darling that she’s more than enough for him*๑♡՞ { 🌙 }

Anger’s Aftermath ⋆⁺₊❅. (mlm series)

• part 1 ⋆˙⟡ { 🦢 }

• part 2 *๑♡՞ { 🌙 }

• part 3

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

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His pink roses.. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ (discontinued) ⋆˙⟡ { 🦢 } *๑♡՞ { 🌙 }

older bf!Simon looking after his sweet girl in bed ·.༄࿔ { 🕯️ }

reassurance and kisses with bf!Simon *๑♡՞ { 🌙 }

husband!Simon keeping his dutiful wife fed and fucked properly ༊*·˚ .° { 🪽} ·.༄࿔ { 🕯️ }

What Remains ₊˚⊹♡ - where simon grovels for his ex to forgive him ⋆˙⟡ { 🦢 } *๑♡՞ { 🌙 }

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im so so so excited for angers aftermath part 2. screeches its one of the best things ive ever read <3333

Aw thankyou!! Just for you I decided to get up and write it<3 Im so sorry this is LONG overdue, i've been super busy with exams, but i'm so glad to be able to write frequently again for you guys♡ so without further adieu...

Anger’s Aftermath pt.2 ⋆⁺₊❅.

warnings: amab!reader x John Price, language, panic attack, angsty-ish, suggestive towards the end! (lmk if i forgot any).

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Your chest heaved as Price's hands gripped your shoulders firmly.

"Breathe with me. That's it.." His voice seemed to anchor you from the other thoughts that were swirling your head. But they didn't go so fast.

"I cant-" You gasped, panic clawing at you as your breaths stayed jagged.

"Yes, you can," Price said, his grip slightly tightening. His level of calm authority split through the chaos erupting in your head.

"I've got you." He reassured you gently.

You began to mirror his deep, deliberate breathes. It wasn't easy at first, hell it was almost embarrassing to be in this situation, in front of your Captain. But soon enough, the air started to come easier and the suffocating feeling in your chest loosened.

When the sobs hit, they came hard and unforgiving.

"Why do I keep screwing everything up?" You choked out, shaking your head, "Why can't I just-"

"You're not screwing anything up," Price interrupted you, his voice softer than before. He shifted closer, one hand moving to your mid-back. "You're human, and you're tired. That doesn't make you weak."

You shoulders trembled slightly at this, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I hate this. I hate feeling like this so much."

"I know," He said quietly. His hand moved slow, grounding circles now on your lower back. "You're not alone though. You've got me."

A shaky laugh managed to escape you. "Thought I was just a pain in the arse."

"You are," he said, smirking faintly. "But even you deserve to be able to talk to someone."

The tension between you eased, replaced by something softer... unknown. Price stayed close, his presence calming you.

"Thanks," you mumbled, your voice a little raw.

"Get some rest. You've had enough for one night."

But he didn't leave, instead settling beside you, his gaze unreadable. A new sort of tension began to build, one that was different than anything you'd ever felt before. It was almost.. intimate? No, that was impossible. Not for your Captain, no. But the more you subtly studied his features, the more you wanted him to comfort you. In other ways than he already had.

"What are you thinking about?" He said, his hand finding it's way to your shoulder, thumb brushing your collarbone absent-mindedly. There was a silence, heavy with something that was unspoken of. You saw his concerned gaze flicker to your lips for the briefest moment before he caught himself, his jaw tightening. His hand trailed down to your upper arm, leaving a tingling sensation in it's wake. Your breath hitched slightly as his voice dropped to a low murmur.

"Is this ok?" The vulnerability in his question sent something through you, and you nodded, unable to find the words to express yourself.

You could feel the inevitable happening, his body moving closer, his lips moving closer. The rest of the world and it's problems blurred as his lips grazed yours, before meeting them softly. As the kiss deepened, the heat of the moment suddenly struck you. You simmered in the gentle passion of the kiss, enjoying every bit but longing for more than this, more than a short-lived feeling of ecstasy...

Ok i'm really unsure whether to continue this and do a pt3 or not? I really didn't want to rush any smut, but I can try to write some if anyone wants it..? I feel like so far this is just super sweet fluff! Also can we please ignore my misuse and inconsistency of punctuation and capitals in my work?? As and English Literature student it's already embarrassing enough, but I reaaally don't have the time :b

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desperate bf simon riley who just needs to be buried inside you at all times . . .

— the most common case of this is at bedtime. simon doesn’t care if youre so sleepy you can barely comprehend what is going on - he’s just got to get off right now. its an act that happens more often than not at night. thick fingers pushing your panties over to the side and prodding at your hole until you lazily give him permission.

“please baby, i need it, promise ill be quick . . . just go back to bed . .”

— simon does not like being teased. not because he always needs to constantly be in control; but because he just cums too fast to not be embarrassed a little bit.

on one occasion you had been too drunk to really know what you were doing to him. he was sitting on the couch, you sat between his legs on the ground. his right hand sweetly messing with your hair and his left holding his favorite liquor. his voice rang through your ears with soft praises and gentle words that you weren’t listening to honestly.

he didnt really know how it happened, but your nimble hands were groping at his length through the fabric of his pants. your wet and warm tongue leaving slobbered open mouth kisses along the imprint of his cock. it was too much for him to handle with yoru glassy eyes and mumbled words - his hot cum leaking out of his far too sensitive tip. embarrassed at the fact he just came in his pants.

“wait- baby stop, ah- oh god . .”

— my favorite idea of this is when youre at a little gathering together. price inviting both of you over one summer night along with simon’s other teammates and their significant others. it wasnt crowded by any means, but it was more people than you had first expected.

simon barely made it one hour before he was keeping a firm hold on your waist, making sure to keep you right in front of him. maybe it was the way your pretty sundress just looked so good on those curves - or maybe it was the atmosphere of needing to show you off to others right now . . . it didnt really matter, either way you could feel his prominent hard on press into your lower back every time he pulled you close.

his head dipping down to speak into your ear. “i need you so bad right now . . can we please go to the bathroom.” his voice nearly cracked with how he was trying to be quiet. his heavy hand keeping a desperate grasp on your hip. “c’mon baby . . it hurts, i need you.” he’d beg while pulling you away from the party outside.

it was almost overwhelming obvious to anyone watching you two, simon was needy.

he’s never been a man to beg. never been a man to need something so desperately bad - until he first buried himself into you. that was something he would gladly get down and plead for. furrowed eyebrows that were scrunched into a pathetic curve, a deep and gruff voice that cracked and begged.

simon can’t even wait for the bathroom door to lock before he bends you over the mable countertop, his frenzied hands bundling up the fabric of your sundress.

“jesus baby . . been wantin’ you so bad . . even before we left.” he’d admit while his hand shakes to pull down the zipper of his pants. “need this pretty pussy so bad.”

its all so rushed. warm spit transferrring from his mouth to his fingers, straight down to your sweet cunt. he didnt even need to get his tip wet, the precum he was leaking was already staining his boxers.

a choked whimper escaping his mouth when he gets just the tip passed your tight entrance. he cant even look up from the sight as he starts to pound into you. this feeling was the only thing in the world that shut out everything else around him.

that desperate look came back. furrowed brows, eyes holding a new sense of eagerness, and a mouth stuck open while letting out deep moans with an almost a pained look.

simon’s thrusts were so rough and hard that you would surely have bruises on your hip bones from the stone counter tomorrow. you still had half a right mind to try and stifle the heavenly whimpers that wanted to crawl up and out of your throat. but simon, he looked like he had gone years without his sweet baby bent over for him like this.

his feet struggling to stay planted in one spot on the tiled floor. his eyes glued down looking at how his now sopping wet cock was bullied into the tight cunt he could kill over. it was so good. you felt so good. he could’ve cried honestly.

the feeling of his leaking tip ramming into your cervix was always painful, but there wasnt much you could tell him right now. he was dazed out of it, only thinking of getting this pussy dripping around him and milking out every last drop of his cum.

the closer he got to finishing inside you, the rougher his thrusts got. he could not of been fucking you into the counter any harder. the mirror was even shaking a little bit as his hands readjusted their desperate grip on your hips - being sure to keep your sundress bundled up in his hands.

your legs shaking and struggling to stay grounded as he pushed you so far past your limit you couldnt tell if you were overstimulated or cumming.

a choked moan leaving his mouth as he buried himself into you as far as he could get without you screaming. warm spurts of his cum filling the entirety of your tight and clenching hole. his face flushed while sweat lined his forehead and neck. his eyes were lidded and hazy as he finally looked down at your face. leaning forward and pushing some of your hair out of your eyes.

“god youre so gorgeous, so good for me, so so good for me.” he breathlessly groaned. it sounded so desperate that at first you thought he was praying to himself.

it was only an action that took merely the minutes, but it was long enough for soap to nudge at price and laugh when you walked back down the patio stairs all wobbly and flushed.

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I’m the anon who requested the non girly reader and i love every bits of it!! 😭 aaaah i wish i have a man like john price who’ll say that to the and mean it 💔

Aww i’m so glad you found it and liked it!! It was such a pleasure writing your req for you pretty💞💞

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Hi sweet honeys!! I’ve been thinking for a while about creating a tag list so that i can let you know as soon as i post anything about tf141, depending on what your interests are? I’d only make one if people are actually wanting to be tagged when i post. A simple note or comment is appreciated if you’d like to be on a tag list.. ♡

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hihi!! ive had this idea in the back of mybhead for a while but cannot write for the life of me lols. would it be possible to do like a mlm (if posssible??) enimies to lovers type blurb where reader is also a soilder and he shows up to prices door after getting in a fight becaise he has nowhere to go + maybe goes to smut???

Hi pretty!! I’d be honoured to, i love this idea. I hope this is what you envisioned..ꨄ︎ This was circling my thoughts the entire day and i’m going to write it in 2 parts, where the 2nd part will have smut. Enjoy lovely!

Anger’s Aftermath pt.1 ⋆⁺₊❅.

warnings: amab!reader x John Price, language, mentions of violence, brief description of injury/blood, panic attack, angsty-ish, this is LONG and only part 1! (lmk if i forgot any).

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

The obnoxiously loud pounding on Price’s door came again, sharp and impatient. His first instinct was to ignore it—whoever it was could sod off and leave him to his peace. But the knocking didn’t stop.

“Bloody hell,” Price muttered under his breath, grabbing his glass of whiskey as he strode to the door. Yanking it open, he was halfway through a harsh ‘what the fuck do you want?’ when the words caught in his throat.

It was you. Of all people.

Blood trailed sluggishly from your split lip, pooling in the middle of your chin. One of your eyes was swollen, the skin surrounding it an ugly purple, and a deep gash above your eyebrow still trickled fresh crimson. Your knuckles were raw and split, with flecks of blood—your own or someone else’s, Price couldn’t tell— dotting the backs of your hands.

“Christ,” Price muttered, his tone a mixture of exasperation and disbelief. “What the hell have you done now?”

“Got in a fight with one of the lads.” You say, looking as if your knees would give out any minute.

“Looks like you lost.” He replied, apathetically.

“Didn’t lose,” you bit out, though your voice wavered slightly. “Just… didn’t win as clean as I’d like.”

Price let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “And what? You thought showing up here was a good idea?”

You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his judgemental gaze. “Just let me in, Price. I’m not asking for a damn favor.”

“Sounds like one to me.” He says, but reluctantly moved aside and let you in, shutting the door behind you.

He went into another room for a minute or two and came back with a first aid kit.

“Patch yourself up.” he said, leaning back against the wall.

You scoffed, picking up the towel with trembling hands. “Thought you’d enjoy this. Gives you another excuse to lecture me.”

“I don’t need excuses. You’re enough of a disaster on your own.” He said bitterly.

You glared at him but it lacked your usual fiery temperament, and you said nothing.

He let the silence hang for a moment before he pushed off the wall and crouched in front of you.

“Give me that,” he said gruffly, taking the towel from your hands. “You’ll just make it worse.”

You tensed but didn’t argue, watching as he dabbed at the cut on your lip. His touch was careful, precise, but his expression stayed impassive and unreadable.

“Mind telling me what happened?” he asked, not looking up.

“Does it matter?”

“It does if it’s going to keep dragging you into my house at this ungodly hour.”

You huffed, looking away. “One of the lads made a crack. I didn’t like it.”

“And you couldn’t keep your mouth shut?”

“Didn’t feel like it,” you muttered, words littered with a subtle shame.

Price’s jaw ticked, but he kept working, his movements a little rougher now. “You’ve got a real talent for making enemies.”

“Funny,” you shot back, your voice sharp despite the pain.

Price didn’t respond immediately. He finished cleaning the cut on your lip before moving to the gash above your eyebrow.

“You know,” Price said finally, his voice low but pointed, “for someone who’s so damn good at running their mouth, you’re surprisingly bad at thinking things through.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” you muttered, shifting slightly on the couch.

“Don’t start,” he warned, his tone sharp enough to cut. He knew you weren’t in the best of moods but he was still above you, being your commander and all. “You’re lucky it’s just bruises and cuts that aren’t that bad.”

“I didn’t ask for a lecture,” you said, though your voice lacked stability.

“No, you asked to bleed all over my couch instead,” he snapped, setting the bloodied towel aside.

The words hung in the air between you, the tension crackling like static. Instead of snapping back, you dropped your eyes to the floor, your shoulders slumping slightly.

Something about the way you sat there—worn down and vulnerable—made Price’s irritation falter. For all the bravado you usually threw around, you looked utterly defeated.

“What’s really going on?” He said out of nowhere.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, too quickly.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Your jaw tightened, and for a moment, Price thought you’d tell him to shove it. But then your hand trembled slightly as you began to talk.

“It’s just…” You stopped, your voice cracking slightly. “It’s not just the fight. Everything’s been—hell, I don’t even know. I’ve been trying to..”

Your words trailed off, your breathing quickening. Your chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, your hand gripping the edge of the couch tight.

“I can’t—” you gasped, shaking your head, your voice suddenly unsteady. “I can’t fucking breathe—”

“Hey,” Price said sharply, leaning forward, his tone immediately changing to something steadier. “You’re panicking. Look at me.”

You didn’t. “I can’t—can’t stop—” Your chest heaved, the edges of your vision swimming as your breaths came faster.

“Look at me,” Price said again, more forceful this time. He moved closer, kneeling in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders. “Breathe with me.”

“I can’t!” Your voice cracked, a tear slipping down your cheek as you struggled against the panic swallowing you whole. It felt as if you were drowning but above water.

“Yes, you can,” Price insisted, his grip steadying you. “Listen to me. Look at me. Right here.”

I’m beyond excited to write pt. 2!!! Why is my writing so much better with other people’s asks/ideas?? I love it though.

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To the beautiful person who left me this anon ask:

hi ria! I know you normally write femreader as girly or with a more feminine energy. But wdyt of John Price whose s/o is self conscious because she’s not as girly as the ladies who undoubtedly always surround him and maybe have made her he can do better than her ((totally not projecting lolz))

i’m so sorry i accidentally deleted your ask, but luckily I managed to copy it before! I really hope this finds you angel..♡

warnings: self depreciation, afab!reader x John Price, this one’s actually kinda sad guys sorry (happy ending though, i promise!!).

John Price had always been the kind of man who carried himself with a quiet confidence, commanding respect in every room he walked into. It wasn’t just his rugged good looks or the way he carried the weight of his responsibilities with ease — it was his unwavering calm, the type of presence that made you feel like the world could crumble, but he’d hold it together for you. He’d do anything for you.

You didn’t feel like you belonged in his orbit. You didn’t even feel like you belonged in the same room.

Not when he could have his pick of anyone. And not when the effortlessly gorgeous women you saw at his work functions or in photographs seemed to orbit him naturally.

They didn’t mean to make you feel small of course, but sometimes, they didn’t need to. Backhanded comments like, “Oh, she’s not quite what I expected for John,” or those lingering glances they shared when they thought you weren’t looking, planted seeds of doubt that grew roots in your chest. It hurt you more than you liked to admit.

You weren’t as polished, as composed, as these women. It wasn’t that you didn’t try… no, you just didn’t feel like you when you did. Dresses made you feel exposed. Heels left your feet aching. Even makeup was a practice you rarely indulged in because it didn’t feel worth the time or effort considering the little time you actually spent out.

And yet, John had still chosen you.

You were sitting on the couch with your knees pulled up, thumbing through your phone absentmindedly when John walked in. His heavy boots on the hardwood floor were a sound you’d grown to love, a comfort of such.

“Alright, love?” he asked, his voice low.

You nodded quickly, plastering on a smile. “Yeah, fine.”

But John was too observant for his own good. He was extremely perceptive, his time in the force had made him a great reader of expressions. He tilted his head, scanning your face as he set his keys on the counter.

“Hmm,” he hummed, his tone laced with doubt.

You looked away, shrugging. “Just tired, s’all.”

“Not buying it.” He waited intently on your reply.

You hesitated. “It’s nothing, really.”

“Darlin’.” That single word was a command. You knew he was being serious.

You sighed, your voice wavering, threatening to crack despite your attempt to sound indifferent. “Do you ever… I dunno. Do you ever wish I were more like the women you’re surrounded by?”

His brow furrowed. “What women?”

“The ones at those events,” you muttered, gesturing vaguely. “They’re all so put together, and I’m-” You laughed bitterly. “Not.”

John leaned back slightly, his hand finding your thigh and gently resting there. He regarded you for a long moment, his eyes steady. “Who’s been telling you all this?”

“No one,” you said quickly. “I just… I feel like they’re right sometimes. You could do better than me.”

The silence that followed felt heavy, but not uncomfortable. John’s grip on your thigh tightened slightly before he pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Do you know why I chose you?” he asked quietly.

Your throat tightened painfully. “Because I was there?”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Because you’re real. Because you’re you. Because I don’t need anything like those women you were talking about, don’t want them, either.”

“But- ”

“No ‘buts’.” His tone was firm now, the kind that silenced any argument before it began. “I don’t care about anyone else. Those women you’re talkin’ about? All worthless, the lot of ‘em.”

You felt the unavoidable prick of tears in your eyes. “You really mean that?”

John turned slightly, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “You think I’d lie to you about something like that?” He kissed your lips gently, lingering there for a while.

“You’re enough for me, angel. More than enough.”

For the first time in what felt like months, you finally believed him.

I really hope this finds the right person. What a gorgeous request! Give me sweet John Price immediately. ˖⋆࿐໋

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pretty in lingerie… only sweet thoughts about each of tf141’s favourite positions𝜗𝜚 ⋆˚࿔

Warnings: this post contains descriptions of smut.

Simon “Ghost” Riley’s favourite position with you would definitely be mating press or doggy style. It depends on his mood, but he usually likes mating press for when he knows he’s going to fuck his load into your pussy over and over again, relentlessly. It gives him easy access to your core and allows him to really hit the spot deep in you, with the plus of being able to watch your sweet expressions as he drills your sopping hole with no mercy. He also ideally liked the way that mating press came with the added extra of seeing your stomach bulge with the outline of his cock, thick and deep, filling you up so nicely.

Captain John Price’s would be good ol’ missionary, preferring to have you underneath him and helpless as he assaulted your mound, his thick cock making your walls tighten around him, threatening to come right that very moment. However, he would also enjoy you being on top from time to time, maybe when he’s busy or just tired, he likes to watch his pretty girl ride him in cowgirl until you get flustered and overstimulated by the friction on your sensitive little clit.

Johnny “Soap” Mactavish would have you in reverse cowgirl all day if he could, loving the sight of your peachy bum rippling as he guides your hips up and down hard on his lengthy cock. It also allows for him to pull your hair back, your body following, pressing into his chest as he groans and kisses your neck. He enjoyed reaching around to your stomach and feeling his dick pump in and out of your sweet pussy, tightening around him with every thrust.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick’s favourite position would be the lotus, loving the feel of intimacy and romance that comes with it. You were sitting in his lap, his hands gently guiding your hips down onto his, pussy lapping up his cock like there was no tomorrow. The face to face contact only intensified both of your climax’s, allowing for extra passionate kissing in between thrusts, moans melting in your mouths as your orgasm began to build up, clit getting friction from rubbing against his lower abdomen.

obsession becoming borderline unhealthy..

[vanillarosekiss]

Eternally thinking about how Husband!Simon Riley would always keep you, his loving wife, nicely fed and fucked…

Pairing: Husband!Simon Riley x afab!reader

A/N: can you tell i need a bf? this is not proof read btw!

Warnings: heavy smut with no plot, highly descriptive sexual actions, mentions of cnc at the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!) language, Husband!Simon Riley x afab!reader.

Simon took great care in keeping his wife happy. As a military man who’d been subject to changing his old ways, he had taken pride in the fact that his missus was always looked after, fed well, and fucked regularly as needed.

It’s sort of like taking care of a plant, he would think. A delicate house plant, capable of looking after itself at times, but needed some external factors to keep it growing properly. That’s what Simon was, your external factor. He would always make sure you’d had something to eat, allowing you to cook for him occasionally but also taking the same duty for you.

And he was a great cook, underrated really, many didn’t know how good his culinary skills were. Of course, you did.

He would get back from a day of work, exhausted and fed up, but wouldn’t allow himself to sleep until his missus had been eaten out properly and had a sufficient orgasm. After all, you were the one who cared and loved him so much, so you should surely get a reward, pretty girl?

He wouldn’t leave you hanging either, best belive it. He came home one day, finding you trying to work yourself up to orgasm. Silly girl, don’t you know that it’s Simon’s job? He would pull your hand away from your already soaking pussy, immediately delving down on it with his mouth, hot and ready to work for a reward. Your hands would grip onto his short blonde hair, moaning his name as he devoured your mound, his nose occasionally catching your clit and creating the friction you so longed for. He would continue these ministrations for a while, his thumb coming to help work you by rubbing small clockwise circles on your delicate nub, building up the pressure over time. As you writhed around, already overstimulated after coming on his mouth once, he wouldn’t stop, knowing you could take more.

“Come on, lovie, i know you can take it” he would coax you into orgasming again and again until you were all fucked out. He would usually put his needs aside, unless he had a particularly stressful day. In this case, he’d apologise for riling you all up but doesn’t he deserve a treat once in a while for looking after you so well?

“That’s it baby, take it all like the good wife you are” he would groan as he stuffed your pussy with his hard cock, precum leaking from the soft pink tip that was now almost hitting your cervix. He would undoubtedly finish in you, apologising profusely for the mess. He would obviously clean you up, the gentleman he is, only after fucking his cock back into you gently once or twice. What? He didn’t want his seed going to waste.

i must be ovulating because i cannot stop THINKING about him recently.

[vanillarosekiss]

my sweet angel ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

pairing: older!JohnPrice x younger (18+) reader

A/N: i have no words. blessing you with this on a Sunday morning.

warnings: older!xyounger! , language, heavy smut with little to no plot, dubious consent, brief somnophilia, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), breeding kink towards the end?.

To say that Price had had a long day at work was a gross understatement. He’d had a hellish day, gruelling the task force and readying them for deployment that very same month. He knew that being Captain of a force would be hard on him but, fuck, he didn’t realise how bad it could get. All that got him through it was the thought of his little angel at home, the only piece of heaven on earth a man could possibly dream of.

He knew it was bad of him but he couldn’t help but think immoral things of her, his precious. How could he? When he introduced her to the task force, they were astounded by her beauty, even to the great lengths of trying to sweeten up to her (much to his annoyance). He was even asked how he managed to bag a pretty little thing like you. And God the way she looked in her underwear, all pretty and dolled up for him, so willing. Soft, softer, softest. Soft pink lace hugging her hips, revealing the curves of her sweet body. He couldn’t get enough.

Plush thighs hugged by the thigh high stockings he had bought for her and a frilly garter to match, a trail to her honeyed mound. The thought of her bare pussy, so wet for him, could make him come right then and there.

When Price got home, he shut the front door gently, not wanting to wake you. It was almost 1am, you would be surely asleep, tucked away in the big bed that you shared. He got undressed from his military uniform and headed to your bedroom, quietly.

The minute he saw his sleeping angel he swore his eyes orgasmed. You were there, head rested upon a plump pillow, body clad in a sheer white lace babydoll top, pink roses decorating the matching panties you wore underneath. The sight was so sweet, almost too sweet for John. How could he ever mess up his angel?

He had a bad day though, a long day. He was sure that you wouldn’t mind, that you would be honoured to relieve him from his misery.

Carefully getting onto the bed, he pulled away the covers, trying not to stir you from your peaceful slumber. His cock chubbed in his boxers as he fully uncovered you, sweet girl. Hands trailing down to your mound, his fingers traced the edge of your panties delicately, beginning to stroke you through the material. You moved a little, still asleep, but your body responded to him, he could feel how wet you were getting for him.

John was starved of your pussy all day, an agonising revelation to him, spurring him on in the moment. He pulled down your tiny panties, holding your thighs lightly and beginning to kiss your sweet core. Your deep sleep had began to falter, senses heightened by his sudden desire for you to come whilst he devoured you, clit and all.

“John..?” you ask, sitting up slightly as you came out of your sleep.

He stopped his assault on your pussy and looked up at you from in between your thighs.

“Go back to sleep angel. Be good f’me” he replied, softly pushing you so you were laid back again.

You obliged dubiously but couldn’t go to sleep, no matter how much you willed yourself. You just kept your eyes closed. After he had decided he was full, he pulled down his boxers, his cock painfully hard. You felt the weeping tip stroke your entrance, hips bucking upwards to meet it. John was enticed by your pliability, always so willing for him. His hands pushed your thighs apart and down, making sure you wouldn’t squirm as much. His thick cock began to enter you, splitting you in half. You moaned, a gaspy, breathy, moan as he began to move.

“So sweet f’me. So perfect. Pretty little pussy’s sucking me in” he groaned, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper.

You soon reached your climax, a moaning, whimpering mess trapped under his large body. His own peak followed straight after; Price’s cock emptying inside you was a delightful release.

“My sweet angel, so good for me aren’t ya” He pulled out of you, moments before fucking his come back inside you. After all, he’d always wanted to see his girl’s stomach round and plush, carrying his babies.

the way i need him like this is unreal.

[vanillarosekiss]

Just a cute fluffy situation with you and Si… ‎♡

warnings: none?

“You keep looking at me like that, love,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, “and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

Your heart raced slightly as Simon crossed the room, each step deliberate, his gaze locked onto yours. His gloved hand brushed against your cheek, rough but careful, before slipping down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. He was always Simon around you, but you would sometimes see parts of Ghost peek through his rigid exterior at times.

“Simon,” you breathed, but whatever you were going to say was lost when his lips claimed yours—fierce and unyielding. The world outside disappeared, leaving just the warmth of his body and the way he whispered your name like a promise between kisses to keep you company.

His hands roamed, steady but purposeful, mapping every curve like he was committing you to memory. Simon wasn’t a man of excess words, but his actions spoke volumes—the way his fingertips traced your spine, the way he pressed his forehead to yours between kisses, as though grounding himself in your presence. He found it difficult to push away the brutal thoughts of killing people when he wasn’t deployed, struggling to clear his mind.

“You’re the only thing that makes sense, you know that?” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. It was rare to hear him like this, but when he let the walls down, it was for you and only you.

You smiled, running your fingers through his short-cropped hair, feeling the tension melt from his shoulders under your touch. “I’m not going anywhere, Si,” you whispered gently. “You’ve got me. Always.”

I desperately need this man. Desperately.

[vanillarosekiss]

in bed thinking of how olderbf!Simon would treat you during sex…

warnings: heavy smut with no plot, in media res, afab!reader x simon, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), MDNI.

Thighs spread open as wide as possible to Simon’s request, he held you locked in a mating press, bullying his thick cock into your pretty pussy whilst continuing to praise you as you moaned for him.

“Pretty girl, so good for me” he said, hitting your g-spot over and over again, relentlessly.

“Si.. ” is all you managed to say before he slammed his hips into yours again, making you moan even louder.

“Shh baby, relax. I’ve got you” he reassured you, his hand stroking your cheek as he leant down to save you with a sweet kiss, his other hand reaching down to rub your clit gently as he slowed his pace.

Your hips instinctively bucked upwards as he added more pressure to your sensitive clit, his mouth moving to your neck to continue giving you little kisses.

“Si it’s too much!” you cry, beginning to feel your climax approaching.

“You’re doing so well baby, you can take it” he replies, ignoring your protests.

“I can’t, Simon- I can’t..” you mumble between gasps and moans, his pace starting to fasten and his hands leaving your clit alone now. You shift your hips up, hoping for any type of friction against your nub due to the sudden loss making it feel unbearable. As Simon’s dick buries deeper in you, your walls squeezing tight around him, his neatly trimmed lower pelvis brushed against your clit, giving you slight solace.

“My gorgeous girl, you’re so close” he grunts slightly, his breathing rapid due to his pace.

You feel your stomach turn in delight as you come, walls gummy and tightening around Simon’s cock.

“Simon!” you exclaim his name loudly as you finish around him.

He doesn’t reply, too focused on reaching his own climax now that he’d taken care of his baby.

You feel his dick twitch inside you as his hot spurts of cum paint your walls white. His head tips back as he reaches his peak, groaning through his orgasm whilst his legs buck around your hips.

I really need a bf… get me an older man rn.

[vanillarosekiss]

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