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Tw: references to Simon’s past

Simon’s not sure how you convinced him to tag along to come see your best friend’s new baby. But somehow he finds himself seated next to you on the couch as you play with the newborn and offer your friend the opportunity to catch up on some much needed rest.

The next thing Simon knows you’re pressing the little bundle into his arms, insisting he simply must have a turn holding the baby boy.

“Make sure to support his head there, and watch his little hands so he doesn’t scratch himself, oh and make sure—”

“I know how to hold a baby, love.”

“Oh because you’ve spent so much time around babies, yeah?” You teased, a smile on your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Yeah…I have.” Simon’s voice was suddenly quiet. You caught him looking down at the child, a sadness in his eyes. True to his word, he seemed at ease holding the babe in the crook of his arm. This clearly wasn’t the first time he’d done this.

A quiet “oh” was all you could manage in response.

Simon couldn’t take his eyes off the little one. He looked impossibly tiny curled up against Simon’s large bicep. The baby let out a fierce yawn, eyes falling closed and snuggling into the crook of Simon’s elbow as Simon gently bounced him in his arms. In that moment, he looked so much like Joseph it nearly took Simon’s breath away.

Simon felt a hand on his upper arm, turning away from the baby to find you looking up at him, face full of unspoken concern.

You recognized the haunted look in Simon’s face that took over every so often. Leaning forward, you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “Love you, Si. Come back to me.”

Simon took a deep breath, grounding himself in the present, mentally shaking off the ghosts of his past.

“I’m here, love.”

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Hiii, do you have a master list with all your written works?

heyy, i'm currently trying to make one so i should in a bit :))

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owie

i crave toxic cod men but not like dark content toxic i mean like ANGST. like simon, who brings home the trauma and hurt from a recent deployment, and drinks the pain away. when you try to stop him, try to get him to seek help that's not at the bottom of a bottle, it explodes in your face and your ears ring from how loudly he shouts and tears run down your cheeks as you look at the holes his fist put into the drywall, knowing damn well that if he had a little less self control it would have been you taking those blows.

or kyle who is so sweet and kind that you just can't help but fall for him. he knows about your crush and he thinks it's cute. the problem is that he's not home long enough to maintain a proper relationship. but he likes the attention you give him and he could see himself being with you. but he's not really that good of a man. intentionally leads you on, makes you think you're an exclusive item - he doesn't even correct you when you call him your boyfriend. but he's not serious about you, he's still fucking whatever hole he can get whenever he can when you're not available. he thinks it's cute that you actually think you're together, maybe even a little pathetic.

soap who, like gaz, likes to lead you on. but he's meaner about it. talks shit to his friends after you've had a night together, laughing about the cute idiot that thinks him their boyfriend. have you seen him? what about john mactavish seems like boyfriend material - a man in the military with more problems than he can count, come on. it's your own fault when you get your feelings hurt when you find him getting tit pics while hes still laying in bed with you after fucking your brains out.

price who is just so painfully inattentive that it hurts. flat out ignores your existence when when you're in the same house as him. the only time he gives you the time of day is when his cocks hard or when you've pissed him off with all your whining. he'll call you immature, telling you it was a mistake to date someone like you - whiny and needy. he needs space, don't you understand? he won't listen when you tell him there's a difference between space and neglect. ):

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thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

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I LOVE THIS

Couples Shit with Simon Riley, Lovably Pissed Grumpy Cat Editon:

cw: alcohol and alcoholic consumption

If you thought sober Simon had grumpy cat tendencies, drunk Simon is on another level of grumpy cattiness, complete with the way he'll look up and squint his eyes in catty judgment every time you cease to stop scratching his scalp. Fuck you stop for, lovie?

Simply put: Splooting and snoring. On you.

Simon getting the munchies after a night out and snacking on your favorite snacks, y'know, the ones that don't (lovingly) hold a candle to his? Simon confesses that actually yeah, you do have good taste in food and you're the reason why his taste buds aren't so shitty anymore. The food choices are just one more thing to lovingly bicker about, sweetheart.

Your big bear of a soldier being a bit more talkative than normal while pissed. It's not uncommon for you two to be laid up, staring at the ceiling, and conversing about life. One time, Simon pensively revealed that "Mum and Tommy would've liked you and Pa would've been jealous..."

Similarly, Simon confessing all these life plans he had in mind for the two of you, what he'd do after he left the military, how you two would spend the rest of your lives together, travel, and annoy the Cap'n. Maybe. More than likely. OH, and he can finally stay naked all day and sleep in with you. This being said from the bathroom where he's taking the longest piss known to man. Oh, Simon. ❤️

Hand holding. Drunk Simon really loves to hold your hand. Loves to intertwine your fingers and compare the sizes. Gushes about how soft yours feels compared to his. Always talks about how you two "fuckin' fit" and if he could, he'd hold your hand forever.

Drunk texting you like crazy. Even when he's right beside you. Simon wants you to know that he loves you and that your ass is better than any pillow he's slept on. Er, thank you, Si-bear.

Speaking of drunk texting, remember when he let the fellas know he's a missus now? Yeah, he also spoke of the wedding plans. The Cap'n would give him away, Gaz would be the best man, and Johnny would be the flower girl but because he's, y'know, Soap, he'll just spray bubbles or some shit instead of throwing petals. OH, and that he really wants a Spring wedding but whatever color they choose for said wedding, please don't pick the color purple because it's overrated and washes him out. Huh???

After Simon suggests you two adopt Soap, he comes home with a drunken Johnny in tow and introduces him like he just got him. From somewhere, you guess. Simon goes on and on about how you two have to be good "role models" for Johnny as if he isn't a grown man who had good role models growing up. The picture you snapped of them cuddled up together on the couch (that you later shared with Gaz) sleeping the alcohol off was worth it, and Simon would much rather you and Soap not talk about it. Ever. ("What we have is special, Lt.—" "That'll fuckin' DO—")

Simon telling you that, as your missus, he, too, will wear a wedding band. On his cock. Because you love his cock and you love him. OH, and because he won't lose it when he's deployed. They don't call it a cockring for nothing, lovie.

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Simon sets you on your feet again, his voice husky with emotion.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me, sweetheart?"

You shake your head as you pull him down to kiss you, whispering against his lips.

"No...tell me."

He tucks his fingertips under your left breast, lifting the swell of it it just so, his thumb sweeping over the nipple.  A smile flirts at the corners of his lips as he watches both nipples harden under the mere carress of one.

"You make me feel emotions I thought I left behind in my youth.  Hope, for one.  Happiness, for another.

"I'm scared, for once.  Didn't care about losing anything...nothing...not even my life.  Then you came along.

"I feel weak when you touch me, compelled, in thrall.  I feel strong when I'm inside you.  I feel your heartbeat when I fuck you, and it haunts me and drives me like a fucking drug.

"If anything happened to you--so help the world--I will burn everything in your fucking memory."

Leaning in, you kiss the tears from his cheeks, their salty taste both thrilling and alarming in the same breath.

He crushes you to his chest as he kisses your mouth the way he claims your body every night--as though this could be the last time.

MASTERLIST

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🌙BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🌙 <3

my brother in christ we will have a spring wedding and 9 and 1/2 children

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Kyle Garrick confessions

“Cum for me”.. “make a mess for me”.. “that’s it..that’s my good little slut” …🥵🥵 like yes please coach me through each and every orgasm.

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still would smash

How Price Actually looks

How Price looks according to the fandom

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Making out on the car hood with olderbf! Simon after we’re teasing him while he’s working on his favourite car :(

hnnngh need to distract him so bad 🫶🏼

it wasn’t like your older bf!simon couldn’t catch a break- he totally could, he just chose not to.

fresh off deployment, the blood under his fingernails had barely dried and he’s already running up a list of all the things he wants to do around your house.

starting with the car.

his car, only thing he learnt to love more than you (hardly)

1960 jaguar daimler, british racing green. goes like a cut cat, purrs like one too.

when she’s running.

you can hear the radio in the garage, there’s a bad moon rising under the sounds of banging metal. you think a wrench might’ve hit the floor.

that’s your cue.

“baby, you having fun still?”

simon grunts, he doesn’t reckon you’d ever understand the fact he could be having the time of his life and still be effing and blinding.

he calls it duality of man.

you call horseshit.

“course i am, nearly ‘ad it”

“sure you did”

he takes the bait, eyes raising off the motor long enough to watch you out the corner of his eye. he knows you’re teasing.

he likes it.

“alright, get round ‘ere and do better then”

and you take the challenge, slotting in between simon and the bonnet of his car. your eyes are scanning across the exposed mechanics, thumbnail between your front teeth as you hum.

“yeah, definitely a car”

you hear him snort a laugh before you feel his chest pressed right up to your back. poor excuse for a white singlet stretched across him, already covered in grease- you can feel the heat radiating off him.

one hand grips your hip, the other points out in front of you. you follow a long, thick finger to something you couldn’t name with a gun to your head.

“see ‘at? iss’a carburettor and it ain’t meant to look like ‘at”

you nodded, like you understood- like you could even listen when there was something firm and warm and entirely yours pressed right up against you.

“when i get ‘at sorted, she’ll be purring”

his voice dropped low in your ear as he spoke, you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. if you really thought about it, his lips might’ve been brushing your skin.

“purrs almost as nice as you do, sweet’art”

that was for another day, one where he hadn’t shut the bonnet and sat you right on top of it so he could slot between your knees.

hands slipping under his vest, sweat slicked skin beneath your palms as his tongue ran along the roof of your mouth- your hips were rolling up into his before you’d even realised it.

when he was finished with you, your panties would be hanging around the rearview mirror and you’d be lucky if you ever saw them again.

your muffled cries fell onto simon’s tongue as his lifted your hips, pulling you straight into the hard length that was barely kept by sweatpants slung low on his hips.

“that’s it- nice and easy f’me”

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John Price confessions

Just trynna kiss your tummy and call you my good little girl while I finger you

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I HAVE IT TOO AND WRITE REALISTIC MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLE FICS I GOTCHU

unpopular opinion: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley isn’t a sex god. He’s probably not had sex more than once or twice in his life. Pairing with his trauma of abuse + being sexually assaulted, man is probably haphephobic

It probably takes him a long time to get comfortable with someone enough to become touchy with them. And for your first time, he probably needs a lot of comfort + breaks because his repressed trauma would be taking a lot out of him mentally and emotionally

im tired of seeing ‘oo big dom daddy ghost’ when soft ghost content is right there and canonically more likely to be accurate

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HAPHEPHOBIA MENTIONED??????????? RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

unpopular opinion: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley isn’t a sex god. He’s probably not had sex more than once or twice in his life. Pairing with his trauma of abuse + being sexually assaulted, man is probably haphephobic

It probably takes him a long time to get comfortable with someone enough to become touchy with them. And for your first time, he probably needs a lot of comfort + breaks because his repressed trauma would be taking a lot out of him mentally and emotionally

im tired of seeing ‘oo big dom daddy ghost’ when soft ghost content is right there and canonically more likely to be accurate

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ARFFFFFFFFFF

Sub!soap x reader!

Requests are open!!

Sub!soap: whenever you are on a mission he'll go to your room and grab your panties and jerk himself off to your cum stained panties (such a bad boy..)

Sub!soap who love you to Death like I'm not lying this man loves you, he loves the way you look, how cuddly you are he just loves you no matter if he's your little fuck toy..:(

Sub!soap when he finally lets you peg him he's a moaning and groaning mess "please..let me cumm

I'm a good boy please..." While he strokes his dick while you're pegging him .. :(

Sub!soap whenever you're back from your mission and you're tired he'll just ride your thigh and cum like a good boy..

Sub!soap whenever he has an attitude he ill try to become Dom and have you moaning and scratching his back (obviously you're gonna get payback because who does he think he is?!")

Toodaloo loves! <3 hope you enjoyed this beautiful thing love y'all and TYSM for the support on my last post on sub!ghost love y'all <3 have a good night,day, afternoon take care of yourselves and remember you are worth it!!

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You're out walking yours and Simon's dog, Riley, one afternoon when some guy you've never met all but saunters up to you.

He tries to chat you up, laying the flirtation on so thick it congeals into sleaze. You shut him down bluntly at every turn, but unfortunately, he's... determined.

Riley growls as he takes a step closer, the retired military dog pushing himself in front of you with hackles raised and teeth bared.

And still, the stranger doesn't get the hint. He merely huffs out an amused laugh as he looks from Riley to you.

"Didn't realize you had a guard dog -"

Suddenly, his gaze wanders past you. The cocky grin on his face drains away in an instant as he pales.

Like he's seen a Ghost.

"She's got two, mate."

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John price confessions

*eats your pussy like it's my last meal because I'm proud of you*

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John MacTavish confessions

No rizz just the insatiable hunger to worship you through multiple orgasms and baby you afterwards