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Last Update: November 12, 2024

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suigintou

i bet it feels good as fuck to erupt from the soil as a skeleton warrior

cyberdrream

my asks asking about simon’s baby girl who looks just like him and is a big baby but unfortunately i am too stuck and thinking about how the simon’s daughter was born too early and is a TEENY TINY preemie and he is shipped home to be there for his wife and daughter in the NICU and he’s so guilty because he thinks (like everything) this too his his fault (when something like this is never someone’s “fault”.) because everything he touches falls to dust. and one day,

maybe day three of your daughter being alive price is the one to pull ghost together because in his self loathing he’s forgotten about you. he’d sat there all night somehow convinced that it was his fault your daughter was so small you thought he blamed you.

you waste away over the three days, hollow that your husband doesn’t look at you, doesn’t even hold your daughter. you think it’s okay — convinced you two will get a divorce, and you know you’ll have to love her enough for him too.

“she hates me,” ghost whispers to price, “fuck, it’s cos of me our little girl’s…it’s my fault if i weren’t wrong like this—“

price cuts him off with a sharp glare, “can’t you see she fucking needs you?” he slams his hand on the wall outside the hospital, “fuckin’ — she’s been cryin. thinks her husband wants nothing to do with her — christ simon she thinks you hate her.”

“i could never…” he wipes away the tears that he didn’t realise are rolling down his cheek, “fuck, price i could never fuckin hate her, she needs to hate me, i’m a shit husband, running away from his wife.”

and when he rushes back into the hospital room, where you’re still laid up in bed, weak and pale from the birth, he makes a beeline straight to you. your daughter is in the NICU now, so your hands fidget with nothing,

“darling!” you look at him as he rushes towards you, “si- i, look you don’t have to sit here if you don’t want to,” you say, sadly, eyes closing, used to him pulling away.

he feels sick to his stomach, you’re the love of his life, how could he do this to you?

“love, please, i’ll always want to, im an idiot for not knowing otherwise.”

nikolais-baby-daddy

Simon was a menace on base.

All sharp corners and teeth, voice like gravel, presence heavy enough to make people straighten without realizing why. Ghost barely slept, barely ate, and when he did it was whatever was fast and forgettable. He wore his gear until it was threadbare. Holes at the knees, seams splitting at the shoulders, socks worn thin enough to show skin.

You noticed.

You always did.

It started small. A container left on his desk, nothing labeled, just home cooked food still warm. He stared at it like it might bite him. Ate it anyway. Every last bit. You pretended not to see.

Then shirts appeared in his locker. Same size. Same dark colors he liked. Pants folded neatly. Fresh socks. Underwear tucked at the bottom, no comment, no eye contact, no expectation. Just there.

Ghost never said thank you.

But he started eating more.

Started wearing clothes that did not look like they had survived a war on their own.

The night he came to your door, it was late. Too late. You opened it to blood, not all of it his, dried and fresh smeared together. His mask was off. You saw him fully for the first time. The scarred face, the pulled skin, the truth of him laid bare and exhausted.

His eyes flicked up to you, braced for something. Pity. Fear. Distance.

You just opened your arms.

“Oh baby,” you said softly. “Come here.”

That was all it took.

Simon folded into you like gravity finally won. Hands clutching your shirt, forehead pressed into your shoulder, breath shuddering out of him like he had been holding it for years. All that dominance, all that rage, gone in the quiet of your doorway.

You held him. No questions. No orders. Just steady hands and warmth.

For once, Ghost let himself be kept.

cyberdrream

big dick price 18+

authors note: jesus christ i have been thinking about this nonstop and y’know.

imagining price has a huge cock. we all know he’s packing something huge but oh my god he’s hung like a horse. it’s so big and it hurts — hurts everyone he’s been with before. sex for him has always been about pleasing the other person anyway, he can’t bear to hear his partners in pain. it’s such a big. cock. he’s content to just lap at his first wife’s pussy, and finger his second wife with his big thick fingers. but he’s been divorced twice, his first wife sick of how long he was deployed for and his second, sick of him apologising all the time.

now he’s with you, all pretty and breathless on the bed, hair splayed out, face red. he’s lapping at your pussy, murmuring sweet nothings and he makes you come so easily. you look at him all flushed under his beard and your hands move to his zipper, to the obvious bulge straining against his cargos. but he’s sort of just blushes and looks away — “nah love i can handle that myself.”

you frown, and then he sighs, unzipping his trousers and pulling down the waistband so that his cock springs up, tip angry, red and leaking as it slaps against his navel. it’s fucking huge.

“john price,” you swallow, “you were hiding that the entire time?”

he blushes, red, embarrassed, “i’m sorry, it’s — look i’ll just jerk off in the bathroom or something, sorry it’s too fucking big.”

“hey!” you bite your lip, “wh-when did i say that.” your next words are shaky, “c’mon, i’m sure it’ll fit, think i’m wet enough, but do you wanna check one more time.”

musicalnobody

Simon sees you around town close to base all the time. You always have a baby on your hip, a cooing red-haired chubby looking baby girl that looks, frankly, nothing like you. He wonders for weeks, trying to gain the courage to go up to you for a small chat, but simon has never been good with kids, and you're just too darling to approach.

Weeks go by and Simon starts to pick up your routine. Take the baby to daycare, go to work, come pick her up, disappear for the day. Sometimes going to the grocery store with a pram in one hand and a basket in the other.

It starts at a coffee shop, the baby screaming in discontent as you try and order to get out as soon as possible. The barista looks at you with disdain and simon can see the anxious look on your face. He taps on your shoulder, all bulk wearing his plain black balaclava.

"I can hold 'er while you order." He states, watching your eyebrows raise in shock as you slowly extend your arms out for him to take her, mumbling out a quick 'thank you' as you try not to hold up the line more.

It takes one conversation with you to learn the situation. The baby isn't yours, you're coparenting her with your best friend. A shitty one at that. One that leaves you with all the responsibilities while they lounge on the couch all day. He can tell by the bags under your eyes that you're up all night tending to her. Just graduated and already burdened with the hardships of life.

Simon doesn't go out of his way to see you after that, but he still gives you a nod when he sees you, still makes sure that you're doing as best as you can. But one day, simon runs into you at the grocery store. Eyes red and puffy, no pram in sight. And he can't help but be nosy. He bumps into you gently when the two of your are going down the same aisle, your eyes flashing recognition at the large man in front of you.

"You alright, love?" He asks, genuinely concerned about your well-being. You wordlessly nod yes, before giving him a guilty look and shaking your head no. He walks alongside you as you check out, waiting till your out of the grocery store to hear you spill.

"She kicked me out." You heave, trying to contain your sobs. "said i was overbearing and she'd rather have her mother take care of her." You say as you shake. Simon's heart drops, knowing how much you cared about that little girl.

"That's no fair, I'm sorry darling." Simon replies, desperately trying to come up with anything to make you feel better. It's through this interaction that he learns just how much you wanted to be a mother, how it was your one dream to take care of a child.

Simon makes sure to get your number after that, making you promise that you'll text him if you need anything, now living on your own. You throw a few texts back and forth before simon sees you again, this time after planning an outing together.

After all, you wanted a baby, Simon could help with that.

A/N: niche idea and kinda just a way to get my feelings out but oh well, i miss her sm i hope she's doing okay </3

spurbleu

I feel like John Price is accidentally slutty-

like he’ll send you a video of him on a hike, sweaty and breathing hard with messy, damp hair, rasping into the camera saying “missing you sweetheart.”

and doesn’t quite understand why you respond with a pic of your hand buried in your cunt, but he won’t complain.

partiallysame

Obsessed with the idea that Johnnys mom wants him married so bad she calls him multiple times a week and he makes up a girlfriend

So there you were enjoying a coffee at your fave cafe when the lil bell on the door chimes and you see this giant man walk in only for his phone to immediately ring and his shoulders drop just as fast and he rubs his face annoyed before answering the call. The phone is not on speaker but it definitely doesn’t have to be to hear his mom yelling through the phone.

“When are we gonna meet your lass??”

“Ma.” The call has only just started and he’s exasperated.

“Gran isn’t gonna be alive much longer and she wants to see you with a girl”

“Ma. Gran is healthy she’s not dying”

Suddenly the call switches to face time and you see a blush creep to his cheeks now face to face with his gran who is threatening death if he doesn’t bring someone home for show and tell. Johnny panics.

“I’m actually on a date right now”

“Turn the camera around then “

“Uhhh she’s in the bathroom”

“We’ll wait”

“Maaaaa”

At this point the whole cafe has stopped what they’re doing to watch this man fight for his life on a call with his mother. And everyone knows he’s lying about being there with a woman. But you’ve had enough so you decide to put him out of his misery. The women on the phone hear your voice before they see you.

“Babe have you ordered yet?” The wide eyed look the man gave you was comical. But you waved your hands a little to signal to keep it going.

“Uh not yet. I’m just finishing up with my Ma and Gran” the women are yelling on the phone for him to turn the camera around to you.

“Its ok!” You encouraged the man to hand over his phone. “Just get me my usual please” you pointed to your coffee that you had left sitting at your table. Johnny finally seemed to get the gist of what was happening as he handed the FaceTime call with his family to the pretty stranger. They were immediately gushing over you and yelling at Johnny for keeping you hidden from them. When they calmed down they asked how you met just as Johnny was walking back with two coffees.

“He was embarrassing himself in public and I figured I should help out the handsome damsel in distress”

Guess he’s got a girlfriend now

usermasked

𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗅𝖺_𝗐𝗊

esstrellaa123

Day 15: Semi-Public

Character: Nikolai

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gertreed

Simon didn't like sex. Obviously he had one night stands, more then most people. But it was more so an outlet for his aggressiveness then anything.

And the women who he was with never complained.

He was good in bed. But it was mostly just because he was so focused on anything he did.

He couldn't do things half assed.

Sex was never gentle for him, nothing was gentle about him.

But then he met you.

A soft little thing. Moved across the hallway for him in the apartment building, you flirted with him a lot. But never did anything more then flirt. Never pushed.

It was odd. Really much so. Every time you came up the stairs and passed by him, you complimented on his appearance or something similar.

And everytime, something in his stomach squeezed, small fireworks that he tried so hard to ignore. But they made his face burn.

You.

But when you finally ended up in his bed.

He didn't know how to act, all this gentleness had been odd for him before. And now... even more so.

It felt wrong, his calloused hands gripping and massaging your soft skin. The ever slow pace you set and you rode him. The way you couldn't truly look him in the eyes. Soft whines, small whimpers.

It was too much for him to handle.

But he would never want anything more again.

evie-floyd

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley with your ancient (baby) chihuahua

Simon wasn’t one for animals. Sure, he had hung with special ops dogs and loved riling them up and getting them to bite him but Milo was a whole other breed of dog. Something you knew Simon usually wouldn’t have been caught dead with, but he still walked (well, carried) him around the block each night to do his business.

You didn’t think your precious pup would see this day. Milo was 17 years old and he was still your baby. You’d promised yourself and him that if he’d made it to this day he was going to be spoiled rotten. After all, it’s what the birthday boy deserved.

Simon was indifferent to your pup at first. He put up with him, but you still caught the gruff man picking him up and holding him in one arm, the other scratching behind his ears. Milo truly was king of your home and man of the house.

You rolled over in bed, Milo tucked between you as always - that was his spot. His stinky breath blew out of his mouth each time he snored, tucked up beneath your boyfriend's chin. “Morning baby,” you whispered and kissed his wet nose. He just grumbled and closed his one working eye with a huff.

“Mornin’ swee’heart,” Simon yawned back.

“Wasn’t talking to you Si,” you replied. “Was talking to my sweetest little angel boy, wasn’t I, baby boy?”

Simon pretended to hate the baby talk, but he loved seeing you with Milo. Couldn’t wait for the day you both had a kid.

He leaned his head down and placed a kiss between the pup’s ears. “Happy birthday, Miles.”

You took a moment to just lay there and watch your two boys. You loved mornings like this, where Simon didn’t have work and the three of you could just relax. Milo let out a big yawn, his gummy mouth opening wide as he turned onto his back and exposed his belly. You pushed down the sad feelings, this would be a good day. He was alive and well and nothing could spoil it. You were going to spend the day with your two favourite boys and enjoy every moment.

laswells-ashtray

"Yer a selfish cunt. Ye display levels of biblical arseholity that a cannae even fathom. A should rattle yer fuckin skull, yer a waster."

"Are you done?"

"Naw, ye disrespectful fanny. Am no done, yer an arrogant stuck up bastard. A should divorce ye."

"We aren't married."

"Fuck up, cunt. Am talking and yer gonnae fuckin listen."

"I ate the last teacake, we can buy more."

"It willnae be the same."

southernbluebellereader

I would love to have this argument with Soap

#soap

redtsundere-writes

nsfw +18 mdni. - car sex. - husband!simon "ghost" riley

Being a lieutenant was hard. Being a husband was hard. Being a father was hard. Being the three was tough. It was a busy life for Simon. The hardest part wasn't the patience, the never ending tasks, nor the physical exhaustion, but the logistics of them all.

Every time you tried having some sexy time with your husband, one of the kids would knock on the door, asking for a glass of milk or to check for monsters under the bed. Every. Single. Time. It almost felt like it was on purpose. And you would oblige because like any good mother would. He couldn't remember the last time you did it, so he was at his wits end.

After a long day of never ending meetings and scolding rookies, Simon came back home wanting only one thing: You. But when he came home, you were busy as always. So he had to busy himself to think about something else. He helped with dinner, giving the kids a bath and tidy around the house.

When you finally put the kids to sleep, Simon picked you up and carry you over his shoulder. You thought he would take you to the bedroom, but he couldn’t risk his night being ruined once again. He had to make sure you could be somewhere unreachable, so he took you to the garage.

sageinshadows

john price has always had a control issue.

once he was able to settle into the role of captain and take less orders than he gives, it spiraled a little out of control and into his personal life. his wife turned into another thing to control and boss around. so she left him before they could have any kids. before she was tied to him forever.

he wasn't that heartbroken, just a little annoyed he didn't have anyone to get his cock wet whenever he wanted. finding birds at bars wasn't hard for him, he just couldn't be bothered.

that's when he finds you aimlessly wandering around the base with a big sticker on your sweater that read "CIVILIAN". he asks if you need assistance, you blink up at him and ask him where Kate Laswell is and the lilt in your voice goes straight to his groin. he just smiles and guides you across the hall to where Kate's office is. you'd been a few feet away from the damn nameplate on the wall and still couldn't find it. so pretty and so dumb, his favorite combination.

tojisun

first time you straddled simon, he went cross-eyed. or, well, not really but same sentiment—the bloating of his appetite, the way your weight and your heat reduced him to this very moment where he’s just so hyperaware of you that he damn near forgot to breathe until he’s sputtering, making an embarrassment of himself underneath the person he loves that it takes a white-knuckled grip on your hips to stop you from leaving.

“stay,” he gruffs out, heaving, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with the weight of his desires, he can feel himself chub up and leak into his boxers. “want y’just like this, hun.”

you blink down at him, shocked at his reaction because you didn’t really expect anything—the foreplay hasn’t even started—but look at how he’s acting. panting for you, trembling at the yowling hunger churning within him as he stares up at you like you’re all that’s divine.

you shuffle atop him, ducking your eyes to the side, your cheeks warming up at his pointed attention. he groans, painfully pathetic like he’s in pain and you startle, looking back at him in shock only to see how pink he is, his cheeks and his neck overcome with an angry flush. there’s sweat beading on his temple and he breathes through his mouth like he just came.

“christ above, aren’t y’such a dream,” simon rumbles like he isn’t the one who’s glowing with his desires. like you are not taken by your own pooling hunger at seeing what you do to him.

it makes you needy and you lean back, just a tad, but it brushes simon’s cock under your crotch and— oh.

his hold on you tightens and later you’ll grumble at the ache his grip will leave on your skin but like this, with him rutting up against you, dragging his clothed chub against the crotch of your shorts, you don’t even recognize the pain. not when the fever has swelled and all that is left is your echoing greed.

superhoeva

a big mean grumpy older simon riley who crumbles the very second you kiss his belly.

“c'mon, dove. don't gotta do that,” he grunts, sitting on the edge of your bed with a stiff back because he should definitely not be in your room like this. you ignore him, just raising his shirt higher and adding a little tongue. “m'serious. don't need to be on your knees for an old fuck like me.”

a content sigh huffs from your nose as you shift.

“you’re not that old. peck. only three years older peck. than dad—”

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