[impurefawn]

𑣲 bun/fawn! she/her - twenty one - nsfw blog. mdni.

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john price’s controversially younger wife ૮․ ․ ྀིა simon riley’s traumatised angel ⋆˚✿˖° leon kennedy’s neurotic gf 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ video games, music, films, tv shows & books ۶ৎ ocd freak + depressive ball of anxiety ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ chronic daydreamer ｡𖦹°‧ i write to cope with my issues ʚɞ rotten to the core

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[impurefawn]

hii, doll, hope you're doing amazing!! I just founded your blog and im absolutely IN LOVE with, thank you for you time and writing, im still gagging btw! <3 and I was wondering if you're going to continue with codependency series or create other series with different characters that you like, and I thought that it'll be real nice if you write some headcannons too...👉👈 anyway, thank youuu, girlie 💞💞

hi babes!! thank you so much for your sweet words❤️❤️❤️ i really love the codependency series and i def want to continue it tbh!! i’m slowly getting back to writing so im sure i’ll post another part of it soon enough :)! if you have anything specific you’d like me to write, headcanons or longer stuff, let me know !!!

fyi i will be focusing on darker fics bc that’s what i’ve been mostly interested in lately but i can def write milder stuff, if requested

[impurefawn]

Hi fawn! Its Magpie I hope youre doing okay! Miss your face!!

haiii magpie!!!!! i missed you !! i’m doing alright for the most part >_< work has been a bit of a pain but i’m having fun most days. how r u ?!

[impurefawn]

tw fauxcest, angst, smut, fem!reader.

don’t like, don’t read. just block me and move on !

even if his daddy was awful, simon had his mummy. then they had tommy and little simon was so happy to have a brother until their father turned his little brother into a copy of him. cruel and destructive. it was okay, though. simon still had his mum. and then dad left for good and simon managed to get his brother help. tommy found a good lass, got married, had a kid. everything was good. he visited his mum when he came back from deployment, he had dinners with tommy and beth and little joseph. life was finally good.

until it was all taken from him.

all the rileys were gone now. every single one of them. simon is sure he died that night, too. and he did, legally. he was a ghost, alright. it took some time getting used to but at least he had his team, even if he kept them at arm’s length. he’d never let himself get comfortable again. life would never be good, not for a man like him. he was destruction, just like tommy and daddy and every riley before them. he wondered if it was a curse or simple fate.

while he was on a simple solo op, simon got word from johnny that they’d be getting a new member on the team. some woman that impressed price enough that it had him requesting her transfer to task force 141 after minutes of meeting her. he just brushed it off and focused on his mission. he knew how to get along with people and as long as she didn’t cause problems for him, he didn’t care much.

when he did finally meet you, a week after you had officially transferred, it felt like the world stopped. it had to be some cruel joke, surely. your eyes were like tommy’s and your smile reminded him so much of his mum that he almost lost his balance. he used to say that tommy was like if their mum was a boy. you were like if tommy was a girl. his mind couldn’t really process it. all he knew was that if this was his chance at being a brother again, at having a family, he wouldn’t fuck it up.

the more he got to know you as you worked together, the more similarities he found between you and tommy. consequently, he gravitated towards you. it was obvious to everyone but you, since you didn’t know him as well as the others.

you were told that ghost was the most closed off of the bunch and to not take it personally if he didn’t exactly warm up to you. that was fine. you were here to do your job, after all. but that brown eyed man did seem to warm up to you. he’d sit next to you in the mess hall, he’d offer to help you with your training, he always asked if you wanted a cup when he made his own tea. so yeah, it wasn’t really what you were expecting but you didn’t mind. you liked his silly jokes and you really appreciated his help with weapons you hadn’t mastered yet.

it’s why you didn’t realise when he went from simply being around a lot to calling you kid and offering to join you in every mission you were assigned. suddenly he was everywhere, treating you like you’re his to protect and calling himself your brother.

you should’ve been weirded out. anyone else probably would be. but you knew what it was like to grow up in a broken home and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that ghost didn’t have a healthy upbringing. why would he be a ghost if he had? so maybe you did play along, always waiting for him at the mess hall and going to him for advice. it was nice to have the big brother you always wished to have. even if it was a little unconventional and questionable.

siblings definitely didn’t end up a tangled mess under bedsheets like you two did. honestly, neither of you were planning on it. it just happened. the operation was going on for too long. you were tired and cold, in a tent somewhere deep in the woods. you were supposed to scout the area for a couple of days and then you’d go back to the base. but plans changed and it had been two weeks of being isolated in the dead of the winter, with barely enough resources and too much tension.

“is that a way to treat yer brother? push back on my fuckin’ crotch?” simon groaned as he pounded in your cunt from behind, holding you tightly to his chest.

you moaned and tried to hide your face into the pillow but he held your head in place with one hand, the other wrapped around your stomach. “shit, simon! told you t’wasn’t intentional. was just trying to get closer ‘cause it’s so cold,” you whined and tried to mirror his movements, fucking yourself back on his dick.

“fuckin’ ‘ell,” he grunted, pounding into you like an animal. “my bloody sister ‘as the best pussy.” he was being vulgar and rough but it felt so good. fucking into you as if you were some kind of toy for his pleasure but touching you so tenderly in fear of actually hurting you. it had you crying out and coming on his dick seconds before he pulled out to finish on your ass.

a few good minutes passed before either of you could talk again. you had cuddled up in his arms, head on his chest. “that was nice.” you muttered nervously, your fingers tracing his tattooed bicep.

“it was.” simon hummed and kissed the side of your head. he was being far too vulnerable but it felt so natural. “ah hadn’t shagged anyone in a while.”

his confession had you pausing your movements and titling your head to look at him. it was a little dark since it was the middle of the night and you had shut off your flashlights hours ago, but you could still make out the scars on his face. “the incestuous undertones got you hard?” you asked, trying to keep things a little lighter in fear of ruining whatever was going on.

“cheeky girl.” simon scoffed and pinched your thigh, making you smack his arm. “ya should be more respectful to yer big brother.”

you hummed and closed your eyes, nuzzling his chest. “aye, sir. i’ve got the best brother in the world.”

simon was glad you couldn’t see how his eyes go pathetically glossy from your words. “no one’s taking you from me.” he muttered into your hair, tightening his grip around you. “never. i’ll take care o’ ya for the rest of my days.”

[impurefawn]

by the way ! if anyone wants to keep in touch, i can give u my priv twitter where im actually active on

[impurefawn]

hii! I absolutely adore ur writing n I was just wondering if you’ll ever/ you’re planning to write dad!leon (or real!dad leon) <3

hi sweet nonnie:)! i want u to know that this ask made me want to come back on here. i love leon sm and i have a lot of ideas and a few drafts for him (mostly real!dad leon) but i don’t know if i feel comfortable posting them on here anymore. i understand that dark topics aren’t for everyone but i don’t want to get harassed because some people don’t understand how fiction works. i have been thinking of posting on ao3, though! both x reader and charxchar fics.

[impurefawn]

how has your first job been?

it’s been great!! my boss is great and so are my coworkers:)! i’ve been getting along well w everyone and i like my job lots. had to learn a lot of stuff really fast but i’ve been there almost two months now and my boss says she never wants me to leave LOL. working has been a great escape for me, even when it’s hectic.

[impurefawn]

hi love!! thinking about you, hope you’re good ♥️♥️♥️

hello sweet angel!!! thank u for thinking abt me. it’s way past my bedtime but i can’t sleep so i thought i’d open the app after five billion years >_< v surprised people have been reading and engaging w my stuff while i was gone waow. i’m doing okay for the most part !! i do miss writing lots but i dunno when or if i’ll be back LOL. i do have some drafts i’d like to post at some point though and i have been writing but it’s been mostly charxchar not x reader so everything’s been sitting in my note app

[impurefawn]

miss you <33 hope you’re ok

hi angel nonnie!!! i miss you too:( i’m alive!! i got a job though (yippeeee first job) and i haven’t been on here in forever…. i’ll be back i promise

[impurefawn]

i’ve been playing re4 for the past four hours… leon is so gorg it’s distracting !!!!!

[abc-ok]

this trend but simon riley!!

[rawme-price]

Ghost being really insecure about price and his spouse taking him in, right?

Because he's convinced his role is purely to spice up their marriage, that they don't care about him the way they care about eachother.

That is, until he's lying in bed with you and john one night, skin still tacky from the multiple rounds you put him through. In that little hazy space after sex and before clean-up you catch him eyeing prices hand next to your own. Both of your wedding bands sparkling in the light.

Of course you know what he's thinking, you always do. You should wait, you know you should, but the dejected look on ghosts face is too painful.

"Pretty, right?" You hum, startling ghost. Before he can deflect, you slip the ring off and pass it to him. Ghost takes it, turns the ring around in the dim lighting. His breath stutters when he sees the inside of the band.

'John' engraved in cursive, the letters noticeably worn in. Then, next to it in shiny new carving, 'simon'.

"There's one waiting for you....we were supposed to wait until our anniversary, but..." you smile, wiping a tear from ghosts scarred cheek "...I'm a little impatient."

[sheslikealostflower]

HAPPY NEW YEAR, CHARLIE BROWN! (1986), dir. Bill Melendez & Sam Jaimes

[impurefawn]

happy new year:)! 2026 will be full of putting simon riley in so many situations

[impurefawn]

post the fics and delete the nasty asks. those people are miserable & not worth your time n energy, baby. hope you're doing okay

love u darling nonnie. anyone who has an issue with what i write will simply be blocked. i don’t wanna censor my posts !

[impurefawn]

tw incest, noncon, manipulation, implied grooming, price is a bad person, fem!reader. don’t like, don’t read.

john had been acting weird lately. ever since you came home from uni for the holidays, he’d been all over you, always putting his hands on you in some way. if he wasn’t touching you then he was commenting on you, mostly your body. complimenting you, as he insisted. “can’t a dad say something nice about his beautiful daughter?”

it wasn’t that much different from how he had always treated you. he had always been like that, but being away from him for months for the first time in your life made everything feel different. sure, you’d been apart when he had to go on long missions. it still wasn’t the same. you were gone this time. john had made sure to emphasise that, joking about how you were abandoning your old man even if you were just an hour away. he reminded you during your calls, telling you how much he missed having you around. you were all he had after all.

he’d never let you forget that.

“come sit with yer daddy, baby.” john pats his thigh when he sees you enter the living room and looks at you with a smile. it’s a little unsettling but you ignore that thought and make your way to him. it’s bad enough that you’ve left him all alone after all he’s done for you, raising you by himself. you must indulge him now that you’re here.

it’s normal. that what you tell yourself when he caresses and squeezes your thigh. he just misses you, that’s all.

when you feel his lips on your shoulder, you freeze. this shouldn’t make you uncomfortable, right? your dad is just being affectionate. that’s all it is. so why is there a pit in your stomach?

“relax.” john murmurs, his hand moving dangerously higher on your thigh. “what happened to my sweet girl, huh? big city isn’t treating you well?”

you shake your head and take a breath, blinking fast. god, why is your sight getting hazy? “it’s fine, dad. i told you, i’ve been managing fine. my new friends are great.” he hums and you feel your stomach drop. his tone is changing. he’s getting sad. you can tell he’s upset and it makes your hands get all shaky.

“new friends.” he mutters and squeezes your thigh so hard it’s painful. “are they even treating you right? ya know i get worried, swee’art. i don’t want you ta end up with bastard for friends like those when you were little.”

right. ‘cause every friend you’ve ever had has ended up being bad for you. that’s what daddy says. they don’t treat you well. they don’t know you like daddy does. only daddy. he’s the only one who’ll ever understand. you don’t need anyone if you have your daddy. you’re just like him after all. two peas in a pod. the same person, even. so why would you need anyone else?

you’re not quite sure when the conversation takes a turn, oblivious to the fact that it has always been like this.

suddenly he’s hand is between your thighs and there’s tears in your eyes. the wall ahead of you is blurry. your ears are ringing but you can hear his breathing in your ear very clearly. “what-”

he shushes you before you can get anything else out of your mouth. “just let daddy have this, baby. i really missed you.” he says with his mouth centimetres away from your ear. he sounds different.

there’s a hand on one of your breasts, another on your pussy. he’s got you on your back within seconds, making home between your spread thighs. he’s talking to you but you can’t hear anything. you stare up at him, eyes wide and unfocused. you flinch when he spits on his fingers and pushes them into your pussy. it feels foreign. wrong. your eyes get blurry and you don’t see how he unbuckles his belt, but the sound fills your ears.

you stay still for some time. a minute? an hour? something like that. you’re gasping for air when he’s done, sobbing so hard that it feels like you’re dying. he’s been trying to calm you down but you’re just frozen in place with him on top of you, crying nonstop.

“it’s okay, baby. daddy loves you so much, alright? take a deep breath.” john holds onto your waist as he pulls out of you, leaving you empty and raw.

love. is love supposed to hurt so much? leave you with a hole in your chest and an ache between your legs? that can’t be right. daddy’s love used to be gentle. it used to be candies and toys and secrets only the two of you knew.

[impurefawn]

hi hello soz for the inactivity, i am once again going through things. i do miss being on here though:(<3 i’ve been writing angsty and darker stuff and im too hesitant to post them