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Love Thru It All (Swapped Version)
tw: cheating, yelling, crying
Got an ask to do "Love Through It All" but it is reader that cheats.
Yall I'm so sorry that this is just now being posted. I've been in such a rut and writers block lately that it's taken me a while to write this. But I wanted to put out something short because it's been asked about a couple of times.
I hope yall enjoy this!
This is also unedited so IF i continue this in the future, there will probably be a different version
Original Story
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In the beginning, he was everything you dreamed of. Strong, big, buff, and quiet. He was mysterious.... blatantly so when it took you six months to even see his face. But Simon was the love of your life. . . . .
Yet, his job was constantly in the way. He was either on base until late in the night, or sent off on mission for months on end.
It was.... depressing.
You felt like you barely even saw him, and when you did..... it was the same ole thing all the time - come home, shower, eat, then sleep.
Maybe.... just maybe he'd squeeze in a night or two of sex when his body and mind wasn't exhausted.
But you knew this. You knew what his job meant to him before you even said 'I do'. He gave it to you straight in the beginning, was even hesitant to let you in because he was never home. But it was something about you that crumbled his walls; that sneaked your way into his heart.
Five years went by quick... too quick. He hadn't had time to process anything except off to kill, come home for some time, then repeat. He didn't see the sadness in your eyes when you spoke to him, or the withdrawal of that sunshine personality you once had. He didn't even notice when you stopped leaping in his arms whenever he did come home from a mission.
Welp, since absolutely no one asked
Here are the types of bodies I think the 141 have ✨
TF141 x Female Reader
Tags: cum eating, blow jobs, oral (fem receiving), cumming in pants, multiple orgasms
Warning: NSFW imagery beneath cut
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
As far as sheer beauty goes, Gaz might top them all. I head canon Kyle as being pretty lean, body composed of sculpted, sheer muscle. He's got a slim frame, like a runner or boxer.
Graceful. Strong. Built for endurance and agility.
An Update on Texas Red
Alrighty y’all THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEARING WITH ME!! As per usual, my personal life is an absolute mess, but I refuse to let that get me down 😤 the universe can’t keep a bad bitch down ✨
ANYWAY~
I’ve been working slowly through the next chapter, and it will be out on Sunday (Nov. 3rd) 🙏 thank you guys so much for sticking with me even though my attention was needed elsewhere for a while! Hopefully we’re all ready to jump back into the story right where we left off 🫡❤️
Love you guys!! ❤️❤️
BRO WORK WIFE!READER AND GHOST?
Johnny calls you Ghosts work wife almost as a warning like he knows your going to be Ghosts actual wife in a matter of days.
BUT IMAGINE
Reader hardcore crushing on Ghost even though hes big an unsettling and all that. Johnny finds out and tells Ghost almost wanting Ghost to be throw off or annoyed but Ghost is like "ok, whatever." and then you find yourself always around him, freaking out internally because he's near you and you'r flustered. Ghost is just there enjoying watching reader twitch and be all flustered.
johnny saying it as fact like idk how you don't see it cuz he can see the ring on your finger already 🤷🏻♀️
or reverse it cuz it's crushing reader calling him their work husband and he at first is like (?) but then those rusted cogs in his head start turning and now he's going to want some of those work husband benefits like sitting with you during lunch so you can feed him or wait for you at your place (you're not asking how he found got in but instead if he fed the cat/watered your plants) and let you do your nightly routine before fucking you through the mattress 💅🏼
22/31
waking up in simon's riley bed, a one time meeting with a stranger in a bar that ended with a sex, a one time thing, after which you usually leave, but this morning is different in many ways from past similar situations, the absence of a man's body on your side, not even a note, an empty, wide bedroom without your belongings that you can't find anywhere, not even your underwear.
with your body aching, from the engraved imprints of his fingers on your skin, the ravenous dents his teeth's left, on the delicate curve of your neck, blossoming with freshly made bruises his mouth made, between your supple thighs, where everything strains at your little, stiff movements, muscles sore and your pussy swollen from being ravaged till the last drop.
you're too far deep in your thoughts, in the clouding confusion of where your things gone, that you don't notice the muffled wooden thud of the kitchen's cupboard outside the bedroom, before the door flings open, making you freeze In the middle of a room as bare as you are, meeting the dark pools of eyes in front of you, framed by the quiver of pale eyelashes.
he's a pretty man, under tawny eyes smudged violet, sunken into his skin all together, tuts of cropped hair still tousled after the sleep, sticking into different directions to meet the pale, filtering glow of sunshine from the window, and you only notice that he studies you as well when you meet his sunlighted gaze again, naked body shuddering from the depths of the rotting hunger you see there, the one that stretches it's feelers towards you.
he is experiencing the horrors once again
Previous step I Masterlist I Next Step
You madlads. I'm really sorry, but I am raising requirements but just because I need time to draw next step, and you are very fast!
HIS HAND 👀
the scene that launched a thousand "wait where is this from?!" retweets
I like to draw the captain a little shaggy
If you wouldn't go to someone for advice, don't take their criticism either.
Wait whoa
op woke up and chose logic today and idk how i feel about that
Cool Girl
Ghoap x female reader / 18+ / previous
Cool Girl
Ghoap x female reader / 18+ / previous
simon knew it was over the moment he realized just how freaky you are.
simon knew he was massive—he always had.
it was a quiet fear that followed him, the thought that if he lost control for even a moment, he might hurt you. his touch was always careful, deliberate.
his hands were wrapped around your neck, not tight, but gentle—just enough to feel the pulse beneath your skin. his thumbs rested softly against your throat, his grip light, careful not to leave a mark. but when you started frantically grinding your hips against his, rolling your body in desperate need, everything shifted.
a low, guttural noise rumbled from his throat as his body responded on instinct. without meaning to, his hands tightened, gripping your neck for leverage as you moved against him. he froze for a second, startled by his own strength. but then—
it happened.
you clenched tighter around him, your head falling back as a broken moan escaped your lips. you were crying out, completely undone, lost in the moment. your hips bucked harder, desperate for more, and it hit him like a bolt of lightning:
you liked it rough.
you, his innocent, angelic girl — the one with soft smiles and bright eyes, the one who blushed at the smallest touch — had been hiding it all along.
he stared at you, stunned, as you begged with your body, your innocent exterior cracking to reveal the wicked, burning desire beneath. his angel wasn't just soft and sweet
—you were freaky.
a low growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips. “you've been holding out on me, haven't you, lovie?” he murmured, his voice dark with amusement and something far more dangerous.
simon knew it was over the moment he realized just how freaky you are.
simon knew he was massive—he always had.
it was a quiet fear that followed him, the thought that if he lost control for even a moment, he might hurt you. his touch was always careful, deliberate.
his hands were wrapped around your neck, not tight, but gentle—just enough to feel the pulse beneath your skin. his thumbs rested softly against your throat, his grip light, careful not to leave a mark. but when you started frantically grinding your hips against his, rolling your body in desperate need, everything shifted.
a low, guttural noise rumbled from his throat as his body responded on instinct. without meaning to, his hands tightened, gripping your neck for leverage as you moved against him. he froze for a second, startled by his own strength. but then—
it happened.
you clenched tighter around him, your head falling back as a broken moan escaped your lips. you were crying out, completely undone, lost in the moment. your hips bucked harder, desperate for more, and it hit him like a bolt of lightning:
you liked it rough.
you, his innocent, angelic girl — the one with soft smiles and bright eyes, the one who blushed at the smallest touch — had been hiding it all along.
he stared at you, stunned, as you begged with your body, your innocent exterior cracking to reveal the wicked, burning desire beneath. his angel wasn't just soft and sweet
—you were freaky.
a low growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips. “you've been holding out on me, haven't you, lovie?” he murmured, his voice dark with amusement and something far more dangerous.