simon shows his love through little actions. you haven’t paid much attention to it until lately when you bent down to pick something up and he covered the edge of the worktop with his hand. and then after that it’s been non stop realisation.
he won’t start eating the meal you’ve cooked for him until you’ve taken the first bite. why should he when you spent so long perfecting it for him? he’s not a selfish bastard when it comes to you, he just can’t bring himself to be.
if you’re craving something late at night and nothing is open, he’ll make it his life’s mission to get it for you. and if he can’t? well he’ll just fuck the craving out until you’re exhausted and fall asleep anyway, “yeah, that’s right… sleep it off, love. we’ll get it for you in the mornin’ shh.”
he loves making sure you have money to splurge on everything. he’d discretely linked his card to your phone and refused to take it off when you noticed money hadn’t been leaving your account. he’s tapping his card in shops before you even have a second to think about buying, “shoes look sexy, wear ‘em for me” or “actin’ like i spent fucking thousands just accept the fucking bracelet.”
he knows your likes and dislikes as though they’re the back of his hand. he’s removing the onions from you burger before you notice they’re there, transferring the pickles from his to yours because they’re your favourite part. and if the take away place forgets the bbq sauce? he’s stomping back in as if he owns it: “my wife asked for bbq sauce so she better fuckin’ get it,” whilst you stand there, cheeks heated and chewing your lip nervously with an attempt to calm him down as you wrap your arm around his.
you don’t even have to complain the big light is too much when you’re reading in the night in bed, the next day there’s two little lamps waiting for you and a grumble to keep both when you say you simply can’t decide between them.
and you can’t even remember the last time you haven’t received flowers when he comes home, tulips because they’re your favourite but he manages to make them look different and special each time. “think i’m comin’ home empty handed? bullshit love, take this shite and shove it in water.”
he doesn’t know how to say he loves you often, his defences keep him from it but he finds a way to show it anyway. and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make life easier to live for you day by day because you don’t deserve difficulty. he’ll make sure of it.
(inspired by the toxic price and x vs y posts, by @rawme-price )
toxic price who cheats on you and then blames you... mmm.... mm.... its because you were pregnant and so so tired, weren't you love? and daddy just needed to get off, it doesn't mean anything, does it? who owns the house, and pays the bills? and you just nod, because yeah, you have been tired, and he does pay the bills and everything, and you can't even be there to let him blow off steam, so it's right of him to just blow off steam somewhere else. it's just blowing off steam, right? you guess, you can't tend to his needs, not when you're so exhausted and heavy with the pregnancy. and he's a captain, on the fast track to become a general, he deserves this. and it doesn't mean anything, right? it's just his secretary, and a pretty clerk, and a cute office worker, it doesn't mean much.
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gaz. who finds you sitting numbly in the hospital room, bed rolled to the window, cheek pressed against the cool glass, looking out into the rain. you're holding your daughter in a small pink bundle in your arms, but you look so devoid of any emotion, just staring. john's off with one of his secretaries again, can't even be fucked to stay for the first day of your daughter's life. she's pressed up against your chest, the room smells of milk and tears. the divorce has been coming for a while, but you'll have to send the papers, not like john cares about your opinion. kyle holds an ice cream sundae in his hands as he walks in, hot fudge drizzled over like he remembers from that one cookout at price's house. he sits on the bed next to you, and spoonfeeds you the sundae like his life believes on it. you fall asleep on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he smiles at your daughter. he doesn't want you going anywhere near his CO again, and the promotion he's going to get to lieutenant means he'll have more time and wages to keep you two proper.
this is a part 2 of this | tw: stalking, voyeurism, baby trapping, pervy simon!
stalker simon! who went home with you that night, ripping off your dress the moment the two of you made it through the door. you didn't seem to question how he knew exactly which way your bedroom was or where you kept your toys, you were just too consumed by your lust for the mysterious and sexy stranger man before you.
stalker simon! who pulled orgasm after orgasm from you that night, your lips set in an almost permanent o and cunt covered in a glistening sheen of your juices. he watched your face scrunch up at every thrust to your cervix and your tits jiggle with every pump, savouring the close ups. No picture or grainy hidden camera footage had anything on this, the sight of you fucked out right beneath him was a gift granted to him by god for all the suffering he'd had to endure, he was sure of it.
stalker simon! who'd practically milked himself dry that night, filling and stuffing your poor cunny with his fat cock and milky cum. Every thrust of his cock was met with your background vocals, mewling and pleading for more. And who was he to deny you your pleasure? He savoured every sound that fell from your lips and every arch of your back, fucking in and out of you till his dick was practically chafing, he didn't want it to end.. and it never would as long as he had anything to say.
stalker simon! who always had a trick up his sleeve, a sneaky cunning little plan. He was oh so happy he’d replaced all your birth control with placebos a couple of weeks back, his plan being setting in motion long ago. he'd planned on perhaps a less intimate and direct approach... but who was he to say no when you'd been served on a platter, clad in a too-short dress right for him to eat. he knew pumping you full of his sticky semen tonight was bound to take, he was a very virile man after all.
stalker simon! who didn't end up staying the night, even if he wanted to. he needed to create a bit of mystery a bit of angst for his plan to work... and he could watch you, pants down from the comfort of his room anyways.
stalker simon! who went home long before you awoke, watched the tapes of you two fucking making love and fisted his cock at the sight. he filed and encrypted them for only his (and his equally filthy friends) eyes to see.
stalker simon! who a couple weeks later watched you, on the bathroom cameras, as you took the test. Positive.
stalker simon! who knew it was time to step up and be a daddy, to the two of you. there was no way you'd be getting rid of him now, never getting out of his tightly wound clutches and sharp jaws.
stalker simon! who accidentally bumped into you at the pharmacy and acted oh so surprised when you told him the news...
The 141 had been looking for a feline hybrid to join the team for quite some time, needing someone with the agility and stealth that the team are lacking.
Don’t get me wrong, the 141 are plenty inconspicuous, but they are limited by their size. A Komodo dragon, painted dog, vulture and sun bear hybrid are not exactly small species which can pose some issues when it comes to “quiet” approaches to breaching buildings, not like they can sneak in through any air vents, leaving them with often limited options.
Cue Price stumbling across your file when assessing potential recruits. The word tiger immediately catches Price’s eyes, he skims down to the key descriptions on your file. Night vision, adept climber, something about being an “Australian wild cat”, seems like a great fit.
Of course the team greet you on your arrival, taking in the bright eyes, whiskers and long tail you sport. Your ears are on the smaller size than they’ve seen in a feline hybrid before but every subspecies is slightly different so they don’t pay much mind. Cute is the word they would use to sum you up, not exactly the fierce tiger they were expecting.
After the brief introduction the team lets you head off to the barracks to settle in, sharing a fleeting look between them conveying their slight doubt at your ability, your not exactly intimidating to look at, but they’ll give you a chance to prove yourself before they move you on and look for someone else.
However as the first week unfolds the four of them start to get the sense that there’s something just… off about you.
You who seem to be almost hyper alert, even skittish. Disappearing from the common room quicker than Soap can process when he accidentally knocks a mug off the bench with his tail.
Who always seems to stretch “wrong” when warming up to spar with Gaz, instead of doing the typical cat like stretch you do it almost the opposite, stretching your back forwards with your legs elongated behind you. When Gaz brings it up you just shrug it off, saying it’s just what feels comfortable.
You, whose smell is weirdly earthy and almost bitter when Price picks up your scent when flicking out his forked tongue. Usually cat hybrids smell almost sweet to him, but then again he’s not met enough to know if all cats smell the same.
You, who when siting across from Ghost in the mess stretches your mouth open to yawn, except your jaw widens further than it should, and your teeth are sharper than any cat he’s ever met. You meet Ghost’s concerned expression with a raised brow, a silent question that goes unanswered as he focuses back on his meal, feathers rustling uncomfortably.
Your eyes are too small, your tail is too long, you move too erratically. All little things but they lead to the team feeling on edge.
It all finally comes to a head when you’re sent on a mission together. Those cat like skills do prove useful as you scale a tree and slink onto a warehouse roof without issue. The mission seems to go almost perfectly in fact, the team get in quickly and quietly with your help. They clear out rooms with minimal cross fire. In fact, despite your slight oddness, this might be the thing that convinces them you’re the right fit for the task force.
That is until a hostile somehow gets the jump on Soap, tackling him to the floor. Your response is to launch onto the enemy’s back, sinking your sharp teeth into the base of his skull, a sickening crunch sounding in the room as the man goes limp.
You step back from the body, hauling Soap to his feet before wiping the blood off your face onto your sleeve. The team stare at you wide eyed with a mixture a fear and slight admiration.
“Cat’s aren’t supposed to have that strong a bite force.”
You look up to meet Ghost’s gaze, frowning slightly at his words.
“Good thing I’m not a cat.”
There’s gonna be some serious confusion to work out when they all get back to base but the team knows one thing, they’ve officially found their new member.
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Hey hey hey. Long time lurker, first time poster. This very much a self indulgent piece that I wrote in one sitting before falling asleep so it will probably be typo galore
Might write more, might not, who knows
Any way if you like it let me know, send my asks for ideas etc if I have energy maybe I’ll do more
Also if you don’t know what a tiger quoll is please look it up!!!! It’s literally my favourite animal ever, they are so cool and adorable and I used to work with them (along with many other Australian species) so ask me questions and I will happily info dump
✶ warnings › age gap (reader is in her 20s), cucking, oral sex, penetration, creampie, slight yaoi if you squint, praise, cheating, choking (with dick… u’ll see).
✶ a/n › not particularly fond of the way this was written. enjoy.
“ah, ah,” he tapped your cheek, your pouty lips wrapped around his thick cock. “wider, like i taught you,” he bucks his hips up into your mouth gently, his calloused thumb massaging your chin as your warm, sticky saliva dripped down your neck and onto his old floorboards.
it’s not your fault you’re inexperienced. he’s your third boyfriend but he’s, by far, the biggest. he’s just so thick and you can’t take him like you want to.
his cock tapped against your lips twice before he pulls back, tucking his dick into his boxers. “do i really have to teach you everythin’, doll?” he cocked his head deliberately, making your stomach drop with embarrassment.
he finished zipping his pants before walking to your living room, you hear him dial a few numbers before the phone rings.
the voice on the other line is muffled but you can tell it’s someone simon knows. “she just can’t seem to get it, d’you know what i mean? says i’m the biggest she’s had, but isn’t willin’ to stretch her mouth wider than a button,” he scoffed and raked his hand through his hair as the other man on the line spoke back to him. you could just barely make it out.
“my house… wife’s gone… teach her,” the voice says.
simon and the man speak further before your boyfriend hangs up, walking to the coat hanger to retrieve his duffle coat. “let’s go, love,” he beckons you over, “got a friend to meet.”
könig, who you’re just meeting, has a quaint home on the outskirts of town, just at the end of a long, unhustled road. he opens the door with nothing but a black tank top and blue boxers. he delivers a curt nod to simon, it’s almost suspicious. “in all your glory, i see,” simon sighed at the sight of him, a lump getting caught in his throat when he looks down at königs more-than-obvious bulge.
the man shows you around, a thick german accent accompanies his words as he jokes. they’re honestly pathetic, poor guy just gets a pity laugh. not even from simon.
they lead you to a nice-looking bedroom before simon closes the door behind him, stripping his coat and dropping it on a chair in the corner. “you haven’t met könig? really?” he slipped his shoes off, getting real comfortable. it’s weird.
“i haven’t, no,” you whisper.
“come, sit down, you’re okay,” könig pats the bed but doesn’t sit. he’s just… waiting for you to. instead, he looks back at simon who’s already looking at him. simons eyebrows furrow as he slouches lower into the chair. “go on, mate. teach ‘er!” he gestures for könig to start something. könig’s toungue runs across his bottom lip disgustingly, his hand creeps up to his crotch and squeezes.
“gladly,” he stands directly in front of you, who’s still on the bed. his hard cock pokes out of his boxers, now accompanied by a circular, wet spot right where his tip sits. “simon?” you ask, craning yout neck to see past könig. simon doesn’t answer you, but könig reaches a hand out, just under your chin, lifting your face so that you’d look up at him. “pretty girl,” he whispers.
his finger hooks around the waistband of his underwear as he slowly pulls them down, revealing a hairy mess of a cock. “don’t be scared, bunny,” he cooed. you finally get a good look at simon, who’s hand is wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping up and down lazily, eyes caught on your worried face. “‘s hurry up, man,” his other hand squeezes his balls, “don’t got all day.”
könig laughs at simon before grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands to his cock. you instinctively grab it, one hand resting at the base while the other sits at the tip. “c’mon,” he nods. your hands jerk him slowly for a while, but you cup your hand and spit into it. “that’s it,” simon groans from behind könig. könig’s quite well-endowed as well, though slightly bigger than simon, thicker. it’s sort of natural for you now, jerking könig while still worrying about simon.
but he’s fine. in fact, he’s more than fine. he pulls something out of his pocket, it’s pink. he drapes them across his palm ahead of pumping his cock aagin. “g-get her to suck your cock,” he sighed, all out of breath.
and this is könig’s favorite part. he pulls his boxers lower before grabbing the back of your head, twisting his hand into your hair. “ready?” he smiled. you hesitantly nod, looking up at him. his cocks so red and puffy, throbbing under your touch. you take the thick tip of it into your mouth, letting it rest on your tongue before swirling it over his slit again and again.
“good girl,” he praises softly, his grip on your hair loosening slightly as he watches you shyly swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock. “now take it deeper,” without warning, he slams his cock into your throat, forcing your mouth open wider. you gag loudly, your eyes watering as he holds you in place. “there we go!” simon says.
“god,” he pulls back slightly to let you breathe. he watches you gasp for air, your body wracking with dry heaves. he lifts your chin gently, his voice softening, “you really can’t take much, can you?” he chuckles.
“n-no more… simon?” you speak out, trying to see simon. könig rubs the tip of his cock against your puffy lips again, how can you blame him? you look all beautiful like this! eyes focused on his, pouting and whining when you realize you’ve gotta take him again. "shh, shh, baby girl..." he starts slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth, not giving you much depth but enough to hit that spot at the back of your throat that makes you see stars. "look at me when i fuck your mouth" he grips your hair tightly again.
you look back up at him, he groans deeply, his hips bucking faster as he feels you moan around him. “fuck,” he curses under his breath. “she’s so fucking cute when she gags,” he looks back at simon, who’s eyelids are low while he watches your mouth stretch around his best friend. könig pulls out suddenly and slaps your cheek gently with his cockhead.
“‘s too big,” you cry out. “m’sorry, si.”
“too big for what?" könig laughs darkly, his hand still holding his cock right in front of your face. "too big to deepthroat? too big to swallow?" he pushes the tip back into your mouth briefly before pulling out again. "answer me,” his voice is commanding and rough.
“too big for anythin’,” you’re quite embarrassed now, tucking your hair behind your ears and avoiding any eye contact with him.
"yeah, no shit, doll,” he says gruffly, but he's smiling now. seeing you struggle to take his cock is somehow really fucking hot. he grabs your head and pushes his cock back into your mouth, this time going deeper than before but not all the way down your throat. “simon says you’re gonna have to learn how to take it,” he grunts, “isn’t that right?” he says it louder for simon to hear.
“damn fuckin’ right,” simon groans. “take it, doll.”
you nod and look at könig, who’s moving his hand to your chest, disgustingly groping you through your thin shirt. “didn’t tell me she was this hot,” he chuckled over you. “sooo fuckin’ hot…” your boyfriend trailed off, obviously fucked-out and dizzy from fisting his cock. “m-make her take it all, kön,” his chest heaving. you protest to no avail as könig nods at simon, the same nod he delivered to simon earlier.
“shh, shh,” könig coos, his grip on your hair tightening as he starts to fuck your mouth more aggressively. “you can take it, you’ll take it, schatz, he insists, ignoring your protests. he looks over at simon and smiles before pushing his cock deeper into your throat. you gag loudly around him.
your curses are muffled, yet again, by his fat cock pushing in and our of your throat, the inner corners of your lips burn, trying to adjust to his size. you hear simon shuffle in the chair before he walks past the both of you, grabbing your arm and tapping your ass. “lie down on the bed, doll.”
you pull off of könig immediately and lie down flat on the bed, simon standing at the other side of it. he digs his knees into the bed and pulls your ass back toward him. he doesn’t even warn you, just opts for spitting on his cock and pushing it into you. it stings horribly. he knows he’s too big, yet he’s so needy.
könig buries his thick length down your throat completely, his balls pressing against your chin as he holds you there. simon starts fucking your pussy from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly. königs cock twitches twice before his warm load floods your throat. be stays buried in your throat for a few seconds before pulling out abruptly. you choke and sputter, trying to catch your breath. "swallow,” he says, before stuffing his cock back in your throat, cum dripping down the corners of your mouth.
simon can’t last and you all know it. your cunt flutters around him before that knot in your stomach releases, you cum around his creamy cock. he tries to hold back his whimpers but fails, he pathetically cries out your name along with his best friends when he cums, your poor, tight pussy not only having to stretch to accommodate your old boyfriend, but having to take his hot cum that spills onto the duvet cover under you both. “‘s like that, take it, mmmm.”
könig pulls his softening cock out of your throat, a long string of saliva and cum connecting his tip to your mouth. he watches as you choke and cough, trying to breathe again. "good girl," he praises, wiping the excess cum off your face with his t-shirt. simon collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily.
you thrash and cry with the aftershocks of your orgasm, covered in the cum of your boyfriend and his friend. it’s fucking lewd.
“you get it now?” simon whispers, tucking his dick into his boxers and helping you up. you don’t speak. rightfully so, you’ve just been stuffed with two huge cocks at the same. so you nod stiffly.
you all get cleaned up and make yourselves decent. simon gestures for you to leave the room so he can talk to könig, throwing you the keys. “start the car, give me a second, doll,” he and könig talk, you can’t make out what they’re saying because they’ve made sure to be quiet. through the crack of the door you see simon pull out his wallet and try to hand könig a bill, but he declines and gestures toward his dick.
not the best lesson on sucking dick, but it's much better than nothing.
I am tired and am craving a strong older man to give me pets on the head, cooing at my exhausted form. he'd be so understanding, even though he works such a hard job—he knows how draining school and work get for me. he'd pull me into his lap and I'd just press my face into his neck inhaling the smell of smoke and a heady wood. we'd stay like that for a little while, his big hand just on my back rubbing slow circles over my t-shirt. eventually, I'd become restless, wanting more of his attention. he'll understand without even hearing me speak, he'll adjust my hips so now I'm seated right over the lump of his bulge and its so big, so warm and I can't help but rock my hips back and forth, rubbing my mound over it. and he'll grunt in approval, his other hand resting on your waist, not a grip but just a hand encouraging my movements. he won't stop me either when I adjust my hips every now and again so that I can keep the pressure right up against my clit. he'll just encourage me, whispering soft nothings into my ear like "you needed this, hm?" "making yourself feel good pretty? oh, good girl" "uh huh, it's yours babygirl" "take what you need baby" oof...
You've only been on a couple of (very successful) dates with a certain Lieutenant when you overhear Captain Price talking to him about 'Mrs.Riley'
You didn't mean to listen in but the moment you hear Ghost mention how excited he is to take his wife out properly when this deployment ends, your stomach drops. It's devastating to think that the nights you two have spent curled up together, no masks or baggage coming between you, baring your souls and bodies to each other and taking the guided tour through every scar - that those nights haven't meant nearly as much to Ghost as they have to you. And even worse, that maybe he's got someone else waiting for him at home with whom he's spent those nights before.
The two of you haven't spoken about what'll happen when the base closes down in a few months' time, but you still find yourself daydreaming about returning to Simon's little London flat together, trying to make something of your relationship out in the real world. Now it feels like that fantasy was just a pipe dream, and one you were taking away from some poor other girl waiting for her soldier to return from the war.
It's only a couple of hours later your soldier comes to find you, a usual visit to your little desk that he's been finding excuses for long before he had the nerve to ask you out for a drink off-base. He can see something's wrong from the way you barely glance up at him, instead staring around the hastily constructed office to find somewhere for a private conversation.
"Follow me." You try to keep your tone level as the hurt threatens to burst out of your chest, the now worried Lieutenant hastily following you into a small supply closet and ripping off his mask so he can get a better look at your pained expression. You know if you try to hold it in it'll only get worse so you take a deep breath and just let the words spill out before any tears can, "I don't think you should come and see me like this anymore. I overheard you talking to the Captain this morning. About Mrs. Riley. I don't want to be with someone who has a wife back home, Ghost."
Every word is like a blade to his heart, none more so that the way you used his nickname when usually you're the one person that calls him Simon. Who says his real name like it's a good thing, something to be treated kindly, not a weapon made to carry out orders. He's suddenly terrified. But not because your accusation is true, but because he's so worried the real story will only drive you away just as quickly.
"I'm not married, love." He needs you to know that's true above all else, that he would never betray you or anyone that way. "When Captain was talking about my wife...he meant you. Because that's what I've been calling you. Since just about the first time you spoke to me. Definitely after the second time, I was already a goner. You're the Mrs. Riley I want to take out when I leave this place." If he's lying, it's very convincing, a crease forming over his brow with genuine fear of how you might respond to his overzealous confession.
"Really?" You really want to believe him, the morning spent thinking you had lost your possible future together only reinforcing how much you wanted this from him.
"I swear. You can ask any of the task force fellas. Or anyone who's transferred here in the last few months..."
"You've been telling the new recruits I'm your wife?" You laugh in surprise, the bashful expression flooding his face with colour almost worth the day's anguish.
"Well I didn't want them to get their hopes up when they met you. Because I don't want anyone else to be yours." He can see the resolve softening in your features as you take in his words, the mental image of your Ghost pointing you out to his team members and planning your life together mending every crack in your fragile heart. He takes a step closer to you and lets his hands find your waist, watching you scan the every feature of his decorated face and never once recoiling. "I can promise you love, there's no else for me. And there never has been. Only you. As long as you'll still have me?" He barely has time to finish the question before your lips land on his, teeth clashing slightly as you both smiled into kiss, Simon lifting you effortlessly until your legs find his waist and he can hold you even closer.
"Of course I'll keep you, you have no idea how upset I was when I thought you had a wife!" You laugh out, the relief on your face only flooding his chest with affectionate warmth.
"I do have a wife." He replies with renewed intensity, taking your acceptance of his truth as further encouragement to keep the label. With one arm looped under your hips to keep you in place, the other begins playing with the fastening of your trousers, his lips trailing along your neck. "And I think we should start practicing for the honeymoon."
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