#task: all

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[etherealspacejelly]

me when the disability disables me: oh what the fuck? this sucks. what the hell man!

[skyrigel]

Reader who doesn't speak English as their first language and Simon being so in love !!

Over the dinner course, you leaned forward confidently, like you were sharing a secret.

"I think we should buy a baby wheelchair for them."

Price's missus was going to have a baby shower next week.

"Wot?" Simon blinked.

"A baby wheelchair—" You pulled your fist into a punching stance and moved it back and forth, mimicking a tiny car. "Like a baby car… phew phew."

"Oh, that's a stroller." Simon raised a brow, watching your head bobble in a self-absorbed nod.

"Exactly, baby car… stroller."

And it was so cute when you looked up at him whenever you forgot certain words.

"Simon, how do you say in English? The takka-takka-takka—"

"Helicopter," Simon said fondly, earning himself a sweet peck on the lips.

The task force enjoyed it immensely. When Soap said, “Break a leg !” and you raised up a fight at why Simon should break his leg.

Or when Kyle couldn't stop laughing so much with the way you pronounced, “Bitch” to the bird who was hitting up on Simon.

And Simon loved it all, felt love in your eyes through your words, especially when you used his vocabulary—God, it did something to him.

Saying "bugger" when you put too much ketchup, and "bloody freezin’, innit?!" with that corky little smile because you knew how much it wrecked him.

"Bollocks," you would curse, and he’d already be losing his heart and mind, dragging you to the bedroom.

The way you would slip into your native dialect when you were upset, voice rising as you made frustrated noises—Simon would forget the argument entirely, just watching you with that pretty face he’d go to war for.

And something, something about the way you said "I love you" in your native language first, just as softly, and how you called him "my love" in that same way too.

Bloody hell, he’s so in love.

Masterlist

[mellosdrawings]

Post-OP crash out rkgk

[tobeholyistobeempty]

the thought of price being all cocky and smug with you during foreplay because he’s got you a cumming mess. dirty talking right up to the moment he sinks into your cunt then suddenly doesn’t know how to talk at all.

“How’s that— (jaw clenching) fuck.”

“Take me so— (head falling onto your shoulder) yeah.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Beware the Whisker Wizard!

(Based on this post)

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Diner with Simon ghost Riley and the 141

Part 1 part 2

Simon was pissed, all the recruits had to do was count, mark, then place in the correct spot, what weapons they had, and somehow every time they counted they got wildly different numbers and everything was out of order, and now he has to step in a figure it out, even worse, all he wanted was to see his perfect little wife but that won’t happen cause this mess is gonna take hours to sort. All he wants to do now is get this over quickly and quietly but no that won’t happen either “uh lieutenant, there’s some cute girl here she says she’s your wife, i should send her out right” the recruit said making it seem like Simon could never be married especially to someone like you and that pissed Simon off “no don’t send her off you fuckin idiot send her to my office, she’s my wife so watch your mouth” the recruit looked so scared as he ran off to let you in.

You came in with your giant smile, huge bag of food and you walked right up to Simon “what’re ya doin’ here lovie” “I knew you wouldn’t eat if you weren’t home so I brought you some food, and I missed you” you whispered the last part as you put your bag on his desk “I uhm also brought food for your friends” as if on cue Soap burst open the door dramatically and yelled “you brought me food! Oh Lieutenant, I think your wife loves me” Simon just shot him a warning look before both Price and Gaz walked in “do we get food too” Gaz asked genuinely “yes I brought food for everyone cause I knew none of you would eat and I could practically hear Soap complaining if I only brought Simon food” you said with a simple laugh as you started handing them their food.

Simon just sat in his chair defeated, he was never gonna live this one down, and he couldn’t even be mad at you, you were just being nice. He would hear the jokes for the rest of his career and probably after that too and yet the night still got worse for him. A brand new recruit probably pressured into spying on his superiors peered around the corner and then immediately ran off before any of them could reprimand him, this sight would get twisted so wildly he could already imagine it. Sigh, well he did say all he wanted was to see his wife

tags- @brialia69420 @bearyark

[hatsbuckets]

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

[d-a-n-n-y-y]

How every different Y/N’s getting ready to be featured in fanfiction across different fandoms rn:

[lxvvie]

Simon and Kyle who worships your pretty pussy 'til you love them, makes you feel so fuckin' good, shares a three-way kiss with it, and makes you say their fuckin' names every time you cum and soak the sheets.

Simon and Kyle who makes you taste yourself on their tongues, makes you taste their cunt, and makes you tell them who you belong to.

"Say our fucking names, sweetheart."

[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ husband john price - 03

cw : angst, miscarriage, reader is on the chubby side

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as john sat in the middle of his living room, his head in his hands, he thought about everything that had turned to shit in the last few weeks. he was tired, his body exhausted from the deployment, the stress… the heartache. he couldn't go to bed—not when you wouldn’t let him comfort you as you cried. it was too much.

when he arrived on base, he went straight to his superior's office and told them he wanted to accept the desk job. no more deployments for him. he explained that, subconsciously, he had been training simon to take his place—he knew his lieutenant was ready. after hours of negotiations, they had finally accepted. now, he had to tell his team.

over the years together, task force 141 had developed a deep bond. john loved his boys, but he had other little boys waiting for him at home. he knew they wouldn’t be thrilled with his decision, but they’d understand.

to say they had been shocked would be an understatement. they knew john was getting old, but this was sudden. he had never really expressed any desire to leave the field. simon even went as far as asking if his wife had put him up to this, to which john just laughed, telling them you didn’t even know. it was going to be his little surprise when he came home. he also told them about the new baby. they had been excited about the news.

"tryin’ tae build a whole fitba team there, captain? poor missus cannae catch a break wi’ a bear like you," johnny had said, hugging his captain over the good news. john had received a pat on the back from simon and another embrace from kyle. he was going to miss them.

"let's go out with a bang then, captain, yeah?" kyle had said. one last assignment, then he’d be home for good, right?

how could he have thought it would be this easy?

their intel had been a setup, leading them straight into a trap. chaos ensued—the team was split up, communications were cut, and they were deep in enemy territory. they were being hunted. what should've been a quick extraction turned into three weeks of survival. john had been on his own. he'd seen simon dragging an injured kyle, and that gave him hope they were still alive. he'd prayed johnny had made it out too.

what john hadn’t known was that the rest of his team had made it back within days. no word from their captain for weeks, and the higher-ups had been forced to declare him missing in action. mia. three words that sent a chill through every soldier's spine. sometimes, being dead was easier. after the shitshow that went down, command had strictly prohibited any attempts to mount a rescue.

that was why you had opened the door to three men one morning. you had never met them, but you knew. they didn’t need to say a word. if it hadn’t been for simon’s reflexes, you would’ve dropped to the floor, hard. small pattering feet made their way to the front door, drawn by their mom’s sobs. johnny had rushed to them, telling them he was a friend of their father. pulling them outside to play, he reassured them everything was okay. they were too small to notice the tears in his eyes as he gently guided them out.

simon had dropped to the floor, you still in his arms. he wasn’t one for physical touch, but after john’s disappearance, he had needed comfort too. he had never been more grateful for his balaclava than that day. kyle stood in the entryway, quietly letting the tears fall down his cheeks. he had been the one to notice.

blood, running down your thighs.

everything had been a blur to you. one moment, you were happy at home with your children, and the next, your life had completely fallen apart. alone in the room, you had barely listened when the doctor explained that your baby was gone. you had had a "spontaneous abortion, induced by a significant physiological or emotional stress event."

at least your baby was with their father.

at the same time, your husband had returned from the dead. after long weeks of running and hiding, he had found an old radio and fixed it up. he had cried upon hearing laura's voice from communications. a few hours later, he was back on base.

he had been rushed to the med bay—tired, malnourished, with some wounds still healing—but he was home. he asked about his team.

"yeah, they made it home, captain. we were all waiting for you," the sweet nurse had told him before he closed his eyes.

when he opened his eyes again, he was still in the med bay, but kyle was there. the sergeant had a small smile on his face, and john could see tears filling his eyes—just as there were surely tears in his own. he asked about the others, and kyle reassured him that they were all okay. after years together, john knew there was something else. kyle took a deep breath, and then he spoke.

"it's your wife, captain."

that's how he ended up here. on his couch, in the middle of the night. aside from your heartbreaking sobs, the house was quiet. your children were with their grandparents; john hadn’t seen them yet. he had been told that they didn’t know their dad was missing—they just thought their mum was sick and needed to be left alone.

sighing, john made his way toward his bedroom when he could no longer hear your crying. maybe you had fallen asleep. you both had come home today. you’d been told john was alive and well while you stayed in the hospital for a few days. you knew your anger was unjustified, but you just couldn’t move past it. your mind was playing tricks on you: if john hadn’t been away, your baby would still be safe and warm in your belly. deep down, you knew it was wrong to think like that, but you were heartbroken and didn’t know any better.

you stilled when you heard the bedroom door open. the last time he tried to comfort you, you had screamed terrible things at him—things you regretted, but it was too late. as he got closer to the bed, you realized you were longing for his embrace. just to feel him close, his arms around you. so when he got into bed and reached for you, you let him.

you let him pull you toward his body, even though it wasn’t your husband’s body. not the one you knew. he had lost so much weight; it had been years since he’d been this skinny. you hated it. it reminded you of all the things that had happened, all the things he had been through to come back home. you started crying again. the feeling of his arms tightening around you only fueled your sadness. you had been so cruel to him, but yet, here he was.

"shh, my love," john whispered softly, tears of his own running silently down his cheeks. "i promise everything is gonna be alright." if you hadn't been with him for so long, you would have missed the hurt in his voice. more tears streamed down your face.

you had both lost so much, but you trusted him with your entire body and soul. he promised everything was going to be alright, and you believed him.

[tobeholyistobeempty]

prices version of brat taming / punishment is literally just tying you up, cutting your clothes off calmly and sitting you nice and pretty on his cock as he holds a vibe to your clit. smokes a cigar while you’re squirming and cumming over and over, cock throbbing against your spasming walls with each o but he’s a man of restraint when he needs to be. maybe if you beg nice enough he’ll fuck you through your last few.

[iknowicanbutwhy]

So I might've kept duplication on all night an d

[gomzdrawfr]

Rocking the green outfits

[Patreon]

[ghost-bxrd]

Let’s amp up the “Jason says ow and the batfam thinks he must be gravely injured” headcanon.

Jason calls Bruce or Dick for fun and says nothing but “goodbye” before hanging up (maybe it’s a dare by Roy who TOTALLY suspects the reaction Jay is gonna get).

Ten minutes late the entire Justice League is scouring Gotham, on the hunt for Jason.

[sir-heichou-smith]

Being in a relationship with the 141 men but being with them for so long absolutely nothing phases you anymore.

You are absolutely disgusting with them, they are with you in turn, and not one of you could care any less.

When John reaches up to itch his jaw for the umpteenth time, you grab the tweezers from the bathroom cupboard and sit on his lap to pluck out the ingrown hairs. You could do it for hours if he let you. He massages creams and soaps onto your body during your everything showers, and in turn, you use the electric clippers to shear down his back hair when it gets too long and bothers him.

Due to sweat and dirt sticking to his mask, Simon breaks out on his face and neck. You take the time at night to scrub off the grime of the day and safely extract the clogged pores, him sitting on the toilet and you do his skincare right along with yours. Should you not feel like contorting your body in the shower, he takes a straight razor and skillfully glides it across your legs and pits. Wiping every stroke and taking care not to nick your newly soft skin. He doesn't mind and neither do you. You usually relax on the bed with a towel underneath you and a book or your phone in hand. You like the feel of his calloused hands as they move your legs where he needs them.

Johnny will come home from the field and make a beeline straight to you, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He undresses you both and you take turns scrubbing each other thoroughly. After your post shower routines (and a bit of mild groping), Johnny will grab the nail kit from under the sink and push back your cuticles and trim your nails and the excess skin, finishing off with a clear topcoat or a color of his choice. You do the same for him, as his hands are the most prone to cracking and peeling due to handling explosives. He thanks you with his perfect grin and those lips pressed to yours.

After so many satisfying hair cleanses, Kyle trusts no one but you to take care of his curls. Missions leave his hair dry and his scalp full of dust no matter where he's deployed. He'll come home with the other three men, the first through the door and the first to take you into his arms. His lips are chapped and there are rings around his eyes and you know just what he needs for a good nights sleep. You draw him what he calls a hot lava bath with Epsom salts and eucalyptus bubbles. You wet his hair and scrub his scalp and take the time to detangle the knots while his skin soaks up the steam. When you finish, he's slumped further into the tub, practically asleep at your finger tips. In exchange, the next day he gives you a full body massage with scented oils and matching satin bonnets for you both, hair masks were washed out and scalps were dried with the cool setting on your hair dryer. You melt into the sheets together with snacks and your favorite show playing on the TV.

They aren't embarrassed to come to you for help, a pimple they can't reach or to see if they have something stuck in their teeth. You aren't embarrassed either. It's normal to groom one another, and it's a bonding experience that brings you all closer together anyway.