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can you tell i'm really craving him right now?

warnings: smut, bsfdad!simon x reader, size kink if you read into it, age gaps, not considered very ethical to fuck your bsf's dad but... :b

He was so hot. Every time you came round your best friend's house, because her dad was so accompanying, you could never take your eyes off him. You'd often go home and touch yourself to the little interactions you'd had with him the previous day, which were all innocent of course. He was just so much bigger than you, so strong, and he was extremely good looking for a guy his age. A small part of you was self conscious of the fact it was deemed morally wrong to think of him that way, you felt like it was a crime against your best friend. Although.. it wasn't like anything was going to actually happen, right?

Another Saturday night rolled around and you arrived at their house, not bothering to knock before you went inside because they were used to you coming over so much; you even knew where the spare key was.

It got quite late fast, and after a long girly talk of boys, updating each other on love life's and doing face masks whilst eating a takeaway, you got changed into your pyjamas. You both slept in her room, usually watching shitty, low-budget romcoms before drifting off into a drowsy sleep, but tonight you were restless. You decided to wait until she was asleep, and got out of bed, careful not to make too much noise.

Going downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you made the awful mistake of accidentally bumping into her dad. Simon. The sheer size of him made it almost impossible for you to not lose your balance, and he grabbed your shoulders so that you wouldn't fall over.

"Are you ok? Sorry, I didn't see you" he said calmly, checking you were alright.

You blushed a little, and nodded without saying anything. If it wasn't obvious that you had a thing for him before, it definitely was now. He was bound to notice soon anyways, your night clothes becoming slightly more revealing each week.

Simon glanced down, noticing how much of your cleavage was on display, for him. He kept his hands on your shoulders, one hand toying with the light pink elastic strap of your pyjama top.

"You don't have anything else to wear?" he asked, in what you thought was a judgemental tone.

"I- No I do, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.. like.." you rambled and trailed off, flushed with embarrassment.

"M'not complaining, love, don't worry your pretty head" he said reassuringly, before moving behind you and gently leading you into his room to the ensuite bathroom, lower hand grazing your back lightly.

"What are you-" you began, turning but only to be met with a view of his chest.

"You want this, yeah? I'm not stupid, I can tell when a pretty thing like you wants something."

You hesitated, before giving a small, unsure nod.

"Gonna need more than that, sweeth'art."

"Yes. Please."

"Good girl." he praised, before locking the door and stripping you down completely naked for him, making you turn and admiring your body.

"So pretty. Wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

You were still shy, and stood not really knowing what to do with your hands.. hell, with your entire body.

He took you carefully and got you down on your knees, before pulling his already leaking cock from his boxers. It was big, too big. It would never fit. He could immediately see the panic in your eyes, and tried to calm you down.

"S'alright, baby. I'll go gentle on you, I promise. You tell me if it hurts too much, or you get uncomfortable, okay?"

You nod, swallowing a little anxiously.

The next thing you know, you were swallowing his cock, as he guided your head down carefully. His hands caressed your hair, in an almost soothing way, so as to make you feel safe with him. You were definitely not as anxious anymore. Just took a little praise and soft guidance from Simon.

He pulled you back before he came, making you sit on his thighs before plunging into your already soaking core, stretching you out in ways you never imagined you could be. It was hard to take at first, but it quickly became pleasurable, him using you like a little toy. Thrusting you up and down on his large cock, hands grabbing at your waist and squeezing you as he hit your g-spot over and over again.

"God you feel amazing." he groaned, thrusting fastening at the sound of your preciously soft moans. He adored how little and delicate you were, so pliable in his hands.

It was safe to say that the next day, his looks and subtle lingering touches were no longer innocent. You were his pretty little secret, and unless you no longer wanted him, it would stay that way.

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i'm slowly making my way through each link on the list! sorry this is quite shit though. maybe i'll rewrite it, maybe i won't.

warnings: taboo, stepdad!Price x reader, subtle breeding kink, use of daddy ONCE i just had to sorry not sorry, uhhh that's about it (it most probably is not)

Pretty little girl. That's what John thought of you. Was it weird that he was your stepdad? Maybe. Not to him, though. It wasn't like you were related at all, just unfortunate circumstances. Anyway, that wouldn't have stopped him from dreaming about fucking you senseless in your bedroom. And God, did he dream about that almost every night. So imagine his surprise when you decided to prance around the house one evening in the skimpiest little thing he'd ever seen you in; pink lace and silk painting your little figure in a heavenly glow.

He thought you were teasing him at this point, mocking his inability to obtain what he wanted from you.

You were, but you wanted to see how far he'd actually go. So obviously, you went and cleaned the entire house, making sure to spend most of the time on your hands and knees, back facing him so he could get a nice view. Questionable poses for what chores you were doing, unnecessary really, is what he thought. But then again, he wasn't complaining at all.

After a half hour of your teasing, you were flat on your stomach on your bed, lacy babydoll discarded and tiny pink panties pulled to the side as he pounded you mercilessly. Of course, John being considerate of the fact you had neighbours and how controversial it may be for them to find out he was fucking his baby girl (even worse that she was enjoying it) decided to muffle your moans with his large hand. With each thrust you were jolted forward, his cock stretching you out to the point of no return. You'd never felt this full before.

He could tell you were getting restless at once point, when you wouldn't stop squirming against his grip. To this, he just fucked you harder than he already was, grunting from the sheer force his cock was assaulting your hole with.

"Taking me s'well angel." he praised you, trying to calm your convoultions.

You whined into his hand, begging for a release that felt like it would never come.

"S'alright pretty, you can take it. Know you can. Wanted to tease daddy all day, yeah? You wanted this. Fuck, I mean you were practically askin' for it sweeth'art." he let out a short laugh before fastening his pace and eventually letting you cum, feeling your walls tighten around him.

He didn't stop there, though. He slowed down but kept thrusting for a few minutes, before lifting you like you weighed nothing, and laying on his back so that you were riding him.

His hands grabbed onto the fat of your hips, forcing you to grind down onto him, your back arching as you moaned softly.

"C'mon baby, gonna ride me like a good little girl, yeah?"

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yeah so i’m actually going a little insane rn…

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i could so see simon doing this as he fucks you…

warnings: smut, lack of foreplay (smh simon), breeding kink, simon being a little rough and relentless but super sweet to you throughout! (Is this really gross i cannot tell??)

There were times where Simon and you would make love to each other - sweet and soft and oh so heavenly, it was almost ethereal. And there were times where you fucked with so much anger or passionate frustration that you felt dirty, but it was sort of exhilarating when you did.

This time, Simon had come home from a long day of shouting orders at incompetent subordinates and dealing with unruly new recruits, and he wasn't in any good mood. You could tell because of how tense he'd been all evening, even when you curled up next to him on the sofa after you'd both eaten. That was new for him, he would usually be all over you, showering you with kisses or sweet compliments, asking how your day had been.

Knowing how he was, you decided to try cheering him up by going to your bedroom and putting on a cute lingerie set, his favourite. All lacy and pink and delicate - the complete opposite of what he was. He liked how different you were, it separated his work from his home. But he was undeniably frustrated that particular evening, not saying so much as a "s'pretty" before ripping it off you, thread snapping and lace breaking apart in strings of blush.

"Simon! I really liked that set." you said, pouting your lips as he gently pushed you flat on your back onto the bed.

"I'll buy you another one, baby." he reassured you, undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers. You laid back, watching him as he did this, not scared but cautious of how rough he'd be if he was frustrated from work.

He didn't bother prepping you at all like he usually did, just making you squirm by rubbing his tip against your core and up to your clit until you were soaked enough to let him in. Without any hesitation, he pushed into you, all the way, making you arch your back and moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. His thrusts were uncomfortable at first; you tried to readjust your position but he held you down so you couldn't move around at all. He eased off a little when the tears started to roll down your cheeks, more out of ecstasy than pain now, as he drilled into you.

The sounds you were making were borderline pornographic, and so were the repetitive sounds of his hips meeting the plush of your ass. He pushed your thighs down towards your chest to angle better into your hole, hitting a spot deep in you that made you whine and close your eyes.

"Pretty little angel. Look how good you are at taking me yeah?" He cooed to you as he grabbed your hair and lifted your head up, forcing you to watch as his cock slid in and out of you with ease. You moaned at the erotic sight, being fucked too dumb for words.

"So tight for me baby." He grunted a little, changing up his pace and keeping your head held up.

"Gonna fill you up until you're a gorgeous leaking mess." Simon could feel you tightening around him as he said this, going deeper into you with each thrust now. You were a whining, whimpering mess by the time he had finished in you, breathless and hot. He made you watch as he pulled out, his cum erupting from inside you and dripping down onto the tip of his cock, before he pushed it back into you.

"M'sorry if I was too hard on you sweets." He apologised and kissed you lovingly on your forehead.

"Just too pretty and soft f'me. Need to keep you nice and fucked out all the time hmm?"

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simon ghost riley (nsfw)

💌 - looking after his pretty girl so nice

💌 - coaxing another orgasm from his loving wife

💌 - filling up his angel after a frustrating day

💌 - being a perfect little toy for bsf!dad simon

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captain john price (sfw)

🧸- telling his darling she's more than enough for him

🧸- looking after his girl after she gets rude comments at work

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pairing: neighbour!Price x reader

warnings: straight up smut, language, you getting absolutely devoured by John because he is a MUNCHER.

The sound of dripping water echoed through through your kitchen, each droplet of water only adding to the mountain of frustration you'd managed to acquire along the way of trying to fix the sink by yourself. You sighed, sitting back, staring at the mess you'd made. Pieces of the sink that you'd removed in order to find the leak were laid all over the floor, and you had no idea where they were meant to go back. You reluctantly picked up your phone and dialled his number, knowing that you wouldn't be able to end your trials and sufferings on your own.

Ten minutes later, John Price was stood in your doorway, toolbox in hand. His eyes flicked to the sink and then back to you, lips curving into a faint smirk as he took in your worn out and annoyed look.

"Trouble in paradise?" he teased, stepping inside and moving past you to get to the kitchen.

"More like trouble in plumbing." you shot back, trying not to focus on the way his t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders. "Think you can fix it, or should I call a professional?"

His laugh was deep and warm like honey, resonating in the small space as he knelt by the sink. "Guessing I'm not professional enough for you then, love?"

You crossed your arms, watching his hands work deftly to tighten a loose pipe. The muscles flexing in his forearm made a fast flushing heat rise to your cheeks as you imagined what his hands would feel like on you.

"Got the bastard," he announced, leaning back slightly to check all was in order. Water had stopped dripping, and he wiped his hands on a rag before standing. "Should be good as new."

"Thanks," you say, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt.

But he didn't move to leave, instead leaning against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze steady on you. "Think I've done a good enough job to get paid, lovie."

"Oh... I- Yeah of course. How much did you want?" You stuttered a little, grabbing your purse.

"Put it down." He ordered, voice stoic and steady as ever.

"I thought you said-" You began before he cut you off.

"Come on angel, you're a smart girl. I know you are. You know what I mean. Don't pretend that you don't"

It suddenly struck you, your mind fuzzing a little at how unlikely this event had seemed to you.

Before you knew it, his hands were on your waist and he had lifted you onto the counter behind you with what seemed like no effort at all, a small squeak erupting from you in surprise."Tell me to stop." He whispered, lips hovering yours as he stood in between your legs, hands on your thighs.

You didn't.

Five minutes later your legs were resting on his broad shoulders, the ones you'd been ogling from the very start of that interaction, as John devoured you completely. Little lace panties discarded to the side and your hands in his hair as he lapped at your core, sucking on your clit so well that you were making noises you never thought you could.

His tongue worked you up skilfully, holding your release just out of your grasp, wanting to tease you for 'just a bit longer, pretty girl'. His hands, God those hands, that were working on your household issues earlier were now holding your thighs apart for himself as he ate you out, working on your personal issues. Your hips were convulsing upwards at every stroke of his tongue, searching for a light at the end of the tunnel. He finally entertained you after what felt like hours and helped you orgasm, holding you down as he pushed you further.

Even once you'd cummed, he wouldn't stop, wanting you to become utterly exhausted and spent underneath him. And that's exactly what happened. It's Captain John Price, and he always gets what he wants.

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Hello dear~ idk if this kind of request is accepted or not but can u write simon/price/any tf 141 with east asian s/o and them trying to comfort her because some people are just jerks saying that she’s clinging to them bcs she has white men (or black men if gaz) fantasy? inspired by what happened to me irl and it’s so annoying and makes me feel bad ajsjsjfkfl

Of course I can my lovely!♡ I'm so sorry that you've had to deal with this, it's so unacceptable and really disgusting. Pls don't ever put yourself down because of other people's words!! You are so loved (this goes to everyone reading this post!) My dm’s are always open if anyone ever needs to talk about anything.

warnings: mentions of discriminatory behaviour, Price x eastasian!reader (this could be adapted for anybody though), afab reader, self depreciation.

You never meant to let their words get to you. You would brush the comments off at first, forcing a fake smile and pretending that what they said was nothing more than an annoyance which would pass. But days later, their comments still sat heavy in your chest, like weighted stones. The consistent echo of their sneers clawed at your thoughts.

"She's just with him because of his skin. It's all a fetish, isn't it?"

John Price found you in your kitchen, staring blankly at the counter top whilst you waited for the kettle to boil. It had finished long ago, the steam dissipated, but you hadn't moved an inch.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice holding a calmed aura. "You're quiet. What's going on?"

You snapped out of your trance and hesitated, biting the inside of your cheek.

"It's nothing," you muttered, but the slight wobble he picked up in your voice betrayed you.

Price stepped closer, setting his hand gently on your lower back, grounding you.

"Don't do that," he said softly. "Talk to me."

You sighed, shoulders sinking under the weight of your day.

"Some people- they said... things. About me. About us."

You swallowed hard, staring down at your hands.

"Like I'm only with you because you're a white guy. Like some sort of stereotype."

Price didn't speak right away, but you could feel the tension radiating off of him, the way his hand stilled on your back. When he finally spoke into the silence, his voice was slightly lower."And you believe them?"

You blinked up at him, startled by the subtle sharpness in his tone. “No… of course not. It’s just— it’s cruel. It makes me feel like-” You stopped, your throat tightening unexpectedly.

John noticed, obviously, and leant down to give you a sweet, short kiss. “Don’t listen to that rubbish. People like that don’t know the first thing about you. About us.”

“But it still hurts,” you whispered.

His hand snaked around your waist u til it found yours, his touch gentle. “Of course it does, pretty girl. Doesn’t mean it’s true.” He kissed you again, pulling you into his side. “You don’t have to justify yourself to anyone, love. Least of all to people who think they’ve got the right to judge something they don’t understand.”

You let yourself lean into him, his warmth seeping into you as you breathed in his familiar scent.

“They don’t matter, alright?”John murmured, his arm tightening around you. “What matters is what we’ve got, yeah? I know you. I know your heart.”

His words gave you solace and comfort, something you’d been seeking for what felt like forever.

“I love you.” you said quietly, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

“I love you too, baby”

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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.

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.”

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Tf141 p!links

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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

links will be added soon!

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captain john price (nsfw)

💌 - somno fucking his sweet baby

💌 - devouring his lovely neighbour in her own kitchen

💌 - pounding his stepdaughter in her own bed

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simon ghost riley (sfw)

🧸 - being so sweet to you

🧸- grovelling for your forgiveness

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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, this one’s actually kinda sad guys sorry (happy ending)

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.

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sweet thoughts about each of tf141’s favourite positions𝜗𝜚 ⋆˚࿔

warnings: this post contains descriptions of smut

simon'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.

john'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 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'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.

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

Warnings: heavy smut with no plot, highly descriptive sexual actions, mentions of cnc at the end, unprotected sex, 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 believe 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.

[vanillarosekiss]

my sweet angel ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

warnings: older!xyounger! , language, heavy smut with little to no plot, dubious consent, somnophilia, unprotected sex, 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.