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me with simon riley each timeeeeeeeeeeee

Yes, I want to be his neighbor. Of course I want to be the stripper at the club he owns. I want to be his fated omega. I want to be his co-worker. I want to be his doctor, his arranged wife, his enemy, his childhood friend, his kid’s babysitter, his girlfriend, his wife, his ex-wife, his barista, his soulmate, his strange cryptid, his favorite blood bag, his divorce attorney, his pr relationship, his boss, his secretary, his sugar baby, his... I think you get the point.

In all universes, physical forms, and realities, I want that man.

why are all your posts such a banger???

konig pathetically kneeling at your feet, his arms securely wrapped around your thighs and his head laying against your lower stomach. pretty icy blue eyes looking up to you with the most puppy like expression every here and there. why won't you give in and let him have a taste of that sweet cunt, honey?

um girls ….

we got the ua traitor its hagakure

important! (please help me leave my household and escape my abuser.)

hi everybody, so sorry I haven’t posted in awhile and I hate to have to turn to social media and ask for help but I am completely out of options and severely desperate at this point. I’m currently in a very toxic living environment and my safety is at risk. My parents are kicking me out of the house for exposing mine and my younger sisters sexual abuser (who also is living in the same space as us.) I’ve been working 2 jobs and trying to gather as much as I can to get my own place but I am running extremely short with money. Please please please consider helping out, again, nothing is obligatory but absolutely anything will help me and I am running out of time. Thank you so so so much in advance, reblogs would be extremely appreciated. Even just a dollar would help.

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i dont think you write this type of fic and it’s fine if you dont. but you’re one of the writers here on tumblr whose work i really admire so i want to share it with you. ☺️

just wanna let you know about my stepcest kink obsession w/ price (maybe even ghost tho i think price has more of a daddy yet fatherly vibe to him). coz im a degenerate and i really like stories that toe the line of forbidden yet passionate and pure yet steaming with filth. i hope this doesn’t offend your values and sensibilities. 😘 ———————

john settling with someone who is ‘safe’ for the sake of settling down. deciding that even the thrill of missions, the fight’s bloodlust, and the satisfaction of an op’s success isn’t enough to fill the emptiness inside him. the idea of someone to go home to and having somebody waiting for his safe return screams security to him. and despite the lack of passion and burning of his soul for them; of knowing that he’s simply committed because of the overflowing loneliness, he soldiers on and try to find peace and comfort in it.

he knows they were previously married with a child who is already an adult in society’s standards. they also have no desire for more children which is just perfect for john’s life plans. after all, he wouldn’t want to bring up a child only for him to leave them behind in case he die while on mission. he only wants security and companionship anyway. so yes, this is perfect. this is enough. it has to be.

everything was well; the wedding went smoothly and even though their kid was not able to attend due to the occasion’s suddenness, the entire event is nonetheless considered a success. everything is going according to plan. and after some time of embracing married life and the solemn blandness that comes with it, when they had the chance to meet said elusive kid, they can now confirm it. everything is not going according to plan. someone fucking help him.

because he swears his partner’s kid is perfection immortalized. a ray of sun after the bitter cold with their warm reception, easy acceptance, and gentle yet alluring smile. a drink of fresh cold water after a day of sweaty grueling hard work with their lilting voice, soft hands, and tender gestures of care. a peaceful lull of silence after the never ending sounds of fighting and gunfire with their caring affection, firm yet kind words of support, and sincere understanding in their eyes. it fills his heart with serenity. and it fills his head with trepidation.

his worry mounting by the day as he looks forward to waking up and greeting them with a lightness in his heart step. finding peace with sharing a cup of coffee and a quiet conversation while he smoke his cigar. giving him a sense of domesticity with helping them prepare the day’s meal and going out with them to do basic outdoor chores. his apprehension climbing up as he discovers himself feeling content and satisfied with these simple moments.

he loses sleep when he started to realize what is happening. his mind plagued with guilt towards their partner for harboring these feelings. he’s not a man to hide from the truth and he knows what he’s doing. he’s emotionally cheating on them. he’s falling for another and it is with disgust when he acknowledges to whom they are falling for. because never in his wildest dreams would he dare think of lusting after his stepchild like he’s in some cheap porn plot. and as days pass by, he found that desire evolving into something deeper. one that claws at his chest leaving it empty and aching to be filled. but how could they not when this person evokes all emotions he truly thought the war had already taken —if not erased— from him? the bleakness in his life suddenly becoming lighter, the change so abrupt that he still can’t believe how it happened. rather, he still cant believe that there can be an improvement. too used to the bitterness of his chosen life that the sudden found sweetness jarred his very core. the ease of how they can make him smile (and sometimes even laugh —a true one, mind you— and not just the sardonic grin he usually wears) was as exhilarating as when he first got into the military; bright, hopeful, and full of zeal. the foreignness of it taking him to a new high; the camaraderie he only ever felt with his team, forged after a death defying mission together is achieved within a short time of knowing them. is this what they call ‘soulmate’?…he doesn’t know but it’s the only explanation that makes sense. finding your soul’s other half and suddenly discovering that there is life after life.

and the thirst..fuuuckkk..its all consuming and he feels it slowly taking over his sanity. simple and light touches that shouldn’t be anything but innocent brings goosebumps on his skin and hugs that should be familial makes him shiver that he has to bite his tongue to stop the low groan from escaping. never before had his dick throbbed as hard as it did when he saw the outline of their sex imprinted on the billowy gray sweatpants they were wearing. seeing it on his peripheral when they reached down on the fridge as they’re preparing for dinner. the fall of the fabric sticking to their skin enhancing the shape and plumpness of their ass. it took all of him to not grab their hips, bury his face between their legs, and to just stick his tongue and drown in sin. fuckin’ type of clothing should be illegal.

‘jesus fuckin’ christ’…the control and discipline he cultivated for years flying out the window as he excused himself hastily. hiding in the bathroom to furiously stroke his raging erection to the thought of how good they would feel in his mouth, he could almost taste it…his tongue lolling out as his hips starts to thrust in sync with his fist. a confused call of “daddy?…” behind the locked door has him aggressively biting his other hand to muffle the sounds of the violent and sudden orgasm that overcame him. ‘…bloody hell..’ he had fucked his fair share of cunts and cocks in his lifetime but never had he felt such an intense climax that he saw pricks of white, too blinding that he had to blink a few times to recover his vision. his cum jetting out in thick ropes so brutal his knees shook and he was left gasping for air.

he’s not new to this. he has experimented here and there especially in his youth, cooped in with men and women equally as young and as horny as he was. not to mention the tempting offers of one night stands he sometimes indulge in while on break. his celibacy is always due to his busy schedule, never because he lacked options. but this? this is uncharted territory. never before has he felt such fierce sexual attraction and connection to anyone in all his years.

he’s not unfamiliar with the perverse. but he’s aware that this is beyond perversion. this is taboo. and with his hand still dripping with cum and his dick still swollen and aching for more, he can only close his eyes with dread for what’s there to come. someone fucking save him.

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might also post this on my timeline but not really confident in my writing as im more of a reader 😅

-tcw

What's crazy is I really do want to write stepcest smut (thought about it yesterday) BUT I WAS SO SCARED OF BEING SEEN AS A DEGENERATE BUT IF Y'ALL ARE INTO IT?? I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS???

AND TCW I READ THIS IN PUBLIC. Just know that I have a bag on my lap now.

simon 'my missus is the reason i'm alive" riley

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

ATE THIS UP!!!

Old Man!Price craves a pretty little housewife to waiting for him at home 🎀

As John gets older, he has this visceral urge to domesticate you that it also seems obsessive of him.

Hand in hand, John'll bring you back home to his cottage in the Cotswolds causing your eyes to widen at the home in front of you. As if your pinterest board has come to life, stained glass windows and a garden full of peonies. 

“God, this is exactly how I imagine my dream home to be like,” You say in awe before shrugging your shoulders, “Well that is if money wasn’t an issue.”

Your words earn a chuckle from John as he ushers you inside, giving you a tour of his home while you such over every little detail. 

‘Oh, that backsplash is literally my dream!’

‘Oh my god, a reading nook?!’

‘No way, you have a bloody walk in the pantry?!’

The smirk ever leaves John’s face as you continue to gush over his house well into dinner.

John is a very committed and detail-oriented man and that is why he needed to get everything perfect according to your Pinterest boards. He never leaves anything up to chance so all he did was look through your phone, browse your inspiration boards getting an idea of what you’d call home. 

His plan was coming into fruition. John had the house and now he had you inside of the house now all he has to do is to ‘accidentally’ get you pregnant. But there was a nagging fear at the back of his mind, a fear of potentially ruining an unborn child’s life with his obsession. As much as he wanted you to be at home taking care of his kids and tending to his house, John did not want to be a bad father. 

Every time he’d fuck you raw, John would try with all his might to cum deep inside of you over and over again until your pretty cunt could no longer hold his cum in anymore as it seeps out of you causing John to plug you up with his fingers. But every single time, John would back out at the last minute opting to cum on your back or something. 

He wanted to baby trap you but at the same time, he didn’t want you to blame him for everything that might go wrong in his life. The guilt will weigh too heavy for him to think that he ruined your chances of a better life without him. 

So when tonight you suggest for John to wear a condom because you forgot to pick up your birth control, John doesn’t hold back. He on longer has that stupid harpy of a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to ruin you and to ‘fucking not destory the one good thing in your bloody life, John!’

Rutting into you like a teenage boy who stuck his cock for the first time into an actual cunt, John thrusts were quick and deep bringing you to the brink of an orgasm over and over again only to stop his hips for a few seconds to once again pummeling into you, his cock bully your sweet, sweet insides. 

For once John is grateful for a condom, cumming inside you without a guilty conscience knowing that the condom didn’t let his cum paint your insides. He slumps against you, rolling onto his side as he holds your body flushed against his own, kissing your forehead and muttering words of thanks for ‘putting up with his old arse.’

It came to a shock when John sees the positive pregnancy test in your hands, the two blue lines mocking his efforts to not get you pregnant. A day later, he takes you ring shopping and proposes that same night. 

Now who’s gonna tell John that you were the one who poked holes in his condom?

cw: piss mention.

Being Johnny’s friend, and him desperately wanting to take things further— he comes up with a terrible idea to drive you into his arms in a way he thinks is rather subtle.

He’s going to get Ghost to hit on you next time you’re out at a pub. Ghost has an uncanny ability activate the prey drive— he gets too close, speaks too low, looms too tall, and stares too deep (not to mention the kind of language he uses in his pickup lines).

So Johnny casually gets up to go piss, leaves you sitting at the bar, practically passes the baton as he goes by Ghost on the way.

And Simon, he loves the classics.

So he starts off by staring down at you as you sit in your stool, unblinking, and saying “I can smell your cunt.”

You look up with rapt attention, clenching your thighs.

Soap watches from across the bar for a signal, either a grimace on your face or a discreet hand gesture from Ghost that they’d worked out earlier.

But he underestimated your freak. And Simon wasn’t about to back down when it was clear you liked how he came across.

Simon perches himself next to you, crowding in close and speaking into your ear, Johnny able to see as your stunned expression turns into a bashful smile, like he just told you that you have beautiful eyes. He actually said “bet you’d let me spit in your mouth if I told you to open up, yeah?”

Things escalate. You barely touch your drink, too absorbed in what Simon is saying to you.

“Saw those fuckin’ thighs from across the bar, Jesus Christ— want you to sit on my jaw and fuck my face— warm my cheeks with those thighs while I shove my tongue in that sweet little pussy. I’d let you piss in my fucking mouth if y’wanted to.”

When Soap finally forces himself to go back to the bar, you subtly tell him you’re gonna head out and that you had fun. He awkwardly bids you goodnight with his mouth nearly agape as Simon grabs hold of your hand to pull you along.

And he looks too damned eager to get you out of there— doesn’t even have the decency to throw a smug look at Soap. Because truthfully? He’s kinda forgotten why he came here in the first place. He’s got more important shit on his mind now.

i intially thought of that ngl, like having a big fat baby attached to her hip and another one in her womb 🤭🤭🤭🤭

childhood girlfriend trope but with simon-ghost-riley. In his eyes you're everything to him and everything for him. you both grew apart years ago when he left for the military, yet you still remember the heartbreak that you had when he showed you a college selection letter? no it certainly wasn't and you were definitely clear that it wasn't a college selection letter after seeing the infamous SAS insignia with the motto 'who dares wins'. you wanted to slap simon square in the face, he was only 19 and so were you; you made about moving in together, building a small little family together which were either forgotten by him or abandoned by him. sure you sobbed for a few weeks after he left and maybe hated him for the a few months but after a while you grew tired of it, because if he did care for you and your love he would have atleast sent letters asking about your well being, so you set out to find love within someone else's embrace. now after 15 years, when your husband decides to invite his team over for dinner,now imagine the sheer shock on simon's face when his captain introduces you as his wife.