Simon knew you. You were never the jealous type, not least because you trusted Simon completely. The man would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked him. There was no reason for you to be distrustful of him.

In fact, it was never implied that you were in a relationship with Simon, but just by looking at the two of you together, it was obvious that Simon couldn't hide his feelings.

Well, it was clear to almost everyone.

Every now and then recruits arrived at the base, and Simon was one of those responsible for training them, everything always went well, however this time a certain recruit thought it was a good idea to flirt with the Lieutenant.

Simon obviously didn't reciprocate in any way. He was loyal to the person he loved. But even so, it seemed that this particular recruit still didn't understand Simon's cues.

You were obviously upset, even a little jealous, and Simon couldn't leave it at that, could he? So what better idea than to give you a ring?

You were already engaged. Why not get married right away?

He couldn't let his little bird get upset over a silly thing like that. So he quickly bought an expensive ring, with a big diamond in the middle, and it was as shiny as you. Simon didn't think twice before marrying you.

You deserved nothing less, and Simon was going to make it clear that you were his and he was yours. He didn't refrain from buying himself a ring either. His hands that were always covered with gloves were now bare, and he made sure to show off to display the wedding band on his finger.

And you think it was just the ring he gave you? Oh no, he also gave you a round belly that swelled more with each passing month, Simon couldn't have been prouder. What's better than having you married with him and full with his kid?

Now, every time you walk by the recruit, the signs are more obvious than anything Simon could say. And he knew you were doing it on purpose, putting your ring hand on your belly and caressing it. And to add fuel to the fire, Simon always stroked your belly when he was next to you, making it clear that he was very committed.

Since then, you haven't heard a single comment from the recruit. Apparently, Simon had made the situation very clear this time.

You were his pretty little thing, and it's going to stay that way.

Waiting

summary: you and Remus have been dancing around your feelings for each other for a while. Both too stubborn for your own good, but what happens when that stubbornness helps you both out?

cw: smut mdni, p in v, oral (fem receiving), friends to lovers, fluff, omg theres only one bed

an: woah flo writes smut!! i couldn't help myself, maybe its good or maybe its bad who knows

Escaping the chaos of the dining room, you find a moment of solace in the kitchen, eyes drifting over the various drinks lined up on the counter. The raucous games night the boys threw in honor of James moving out with Lily is in full swing—loud, lively, and maybe just a bit too much. As much as you adore your friends, the energy of the group packed into James and Sirius' flat can be overwhelming. You have no doubt they'd agree with that sentiment, too.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Remus clears his throat in the doorway, his presence pulling your attention.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice low and gentle, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Yeah..." you offer him a soft smile, and Remus swears his heart skips a beat. "Just needed a minute."

He nods as if he understands, and you suppose he probably does. With a quiet shift, he leans in and reaches around you to grab a beer, his proximity sending a rush of warmth through your chest. The closeness feels almost tangible, and you feel your face flush.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks, his voice smooth, and he takes a small step back, but not far enough for the warmth emanating from him to disappear.

You swallow hard, your smile softening. "Not at all."

Remus leans against the counter beside you, uncapping the beer with a twist. The sound of the bottle opening breaks the silence, but it doesn’t break the way your heart seems to race in your chest. You focus on his movements, his fingers sliding easily over the smooth glass, and for a moment you forget about the noisy game night happening just beyond the kitchen door.

"Have you been hiding in here for long?" he asks, his expression teasing as he takes a sip.

You chuckle, feeling more at ease than you did a moment ago. "Only since James started trying to convince Marlene to get up and dance. Didn’t want to be his next victim."

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𓂃۶ৎ

Spread Your Wings- Part 1

This came from some very, very horny brainrot from a porn star by the name of Manuel Ferrara and got me thinking. And writing.

Pairing: PornStar!John Price x PornStar!fem!reader

Summary: Porn wasn't your ideal career choice, but here you were. Your manager has just contacted you saying a veteran of the field has requested to work with you as he winds down his career. The only issue? You've definitely gotten yourself off to him multiple times, leaving your professionalism in question. And John, well, John's not helping the situaiton with how he treats you.

CW: MDNI 18+ content, NSFW, porn industry inaccuracies, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), fantasy relationship, John being an absolute munch (duh), consent and check ins (because John is responsible in every universe)

Word Count: 4.9k

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fairy lights & illusions

° Pairing: pornstar!John Price x inexperienced!fem!reader word count: 8k words (actually 7 997 but whatever)

summary: Having won a competition, you're selected to film a video with your favourite adult content creator John Price.

warnings: nsfw (duh), lots of pet names, sex toys (m + f receiving), fingerings (fem receiving from m), spit kink, praise kink, thigh riding, john saying 'my pussy'. (if i missed anything, pls lmk ^^)

author's notes: I am reposting this because it doesn't even show up in the tags. I feel so bad, but at least it's doing good on ao3 or i would have cried lol. ayo! So, this idea came to me when I saw God (those posts by @dante-mightdie). This piece is very much inspired by their own version of pornstar!price, and several videos of Manuel Ferarra (amen to him for helping write the scenes here.) If you want the exact title, just ask in the comments :3c I would also to thank and kiss my friend for being such a wonderful hype man. I love her so much she even has a small cameo here lol. I know it’s long, but I couldn’t help sprinkling plot in there. I want to make this into a serie but idk if I will ;-; It’s going to depend on the traction this gets, lol. Any misspells or grammar errors are my responsibility o77 Just want to get this out, the proofreading was very light :p Enjoy the debauchery, fellas <33

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MAIN MASTERLIST

reader is usually fem unless specified

I'll try to not leave anything cliffhanging, though some may be open-ended.

🔥= spice ;3 🌸= floof >.< 💔= :(

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.

You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.

But what about the father?

Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.

Let's forget how you leg-locked him.

CONFESSING TO THEM

fluff | tengen uzui, kyojuro rengoku, sanemi shinazugawa x reader, reader nearly dies, tengen has three wives and you're tryna become his fourth | word count. 1.4k

You know he’s married, thrice too. But sitting next to Tengen and watching him observe the Koi in the pond, a subtle smile on his face, warms your chest. You don’t realise that you’d started gazing at him longingly until he catches you, turning to you with a big grin. The beads of his headpiece rattled in the wind alongside your flowing hair.

“Tengen,” you start, voice meek and apprehensive, “I know you’re… married, but um, I don’t think I can continue our friendship if I don’t tell you.” At this point, your voice trails off into a whisper he has to lean in to hear. You almost outwardly giggle at the close proximity.

“You like me, huh?”

Viking! Simon who you never expected to be the one to court you. Bringing you massive bucks and wolf pelts from his hunts, jewelry made for you from woven iron and shining beads, racks of firewood brought to you through the wintertime to keep your home warm. Simon hadn't said more than a handful of words to you, but his intentions were clear.

Viking! Simon who was waiting near your front garden for you one early morning when you were leaving to wash clothes in the creek, his hand clinched tight around something in his fist. He greeted you softly, reaching out for your hand and placing the object in your palm. You smiled as you held the necklace up softly in your fingers, studying the woven iron anchoring a black wolf's tooth into a pendant, the chain made from delicate silver.

"I knew i would give this to my future bride" he murmured quietly as if to himself as he tied it around your neck, a giddy smile stretching your cheeks as you turned in his arms, pressing against him and hearing his heart pounding.

Viking! Simon who asked for you to do his war paint before he went off to a raid at the end of winter. Promising to come back to you in quiet murmurs over the crackling firelight in his main room, the softness of your fingers dragging the charcoal paint across his skin puling out all the words he had wanted to say to you before but was afraid of admitting his feelings.

Viking! Simon who returns from the raid the first hot morning of summer. The bag of loot falling from his shoulder and his strong arms encircling you against his chest the moment he sees you. He chuckled lightly at the concerned look on your face as your hands grazed the fresh scar on his chest.

"Did everything I could to get back to you lovie" He said, rough hand soft as he cupped your jaw and turned your face closer to him. Your heart felt it would skip out of your chest as his lips pressed against yours, a satisfied hum in his chest as his hands gripped your waist.

Viking! Simon who marries you the following day. Not wanting to wait anymore, that journey having made him wait long enough to make you his completely. He keeps you close that night as the festivities of your wedding go on far past moonrise, his hand or arm never leaving you. Feeding you juicy meat from his fingers and tilting his cups of mead and water up to your lips. Finally things died down a bit, and Simon lifted you up over his shoulder and carried you giggling back to his house. He had already moved your things in before the ceremony.

Viking! Simon ravaged you in his bed that night. His fingers were gentle as he squeezed and rolled your nipples while his lips and teeth sucked and nipped roughly at your bare flesh. His cock throbbed deep in your gut when he breached your virgin entrance, both of your voices raised in broken moans as you learn each other's bodies for the first time. Your mouths were locked in a messy tongue filled kiss when he filled you up, hot cum shooting in creamy spurts against your womb as you locked your legs around him. Limbs tangled and covered in sweat, he takes you until the morning birds begin singing.

Viking! Simon who is beaming with pride as he lays his rough hands against your swollen belly months later, his baby growing big and strong and kicking fiercely against their fathers touch.

"A warrior already" he chuckled when your stomach jumped a little, the impression of a little foot or hand pressing against your skin. Your husband holds you close, pulling you in tight to his warm chest and just breathing you in through the cold night.

"Strong like his father" you whispered with a soft smile, caressing your stomach lovingly.

Viking! Simon who has tears in eyes a month later when his baby is born. A strong, beautiful little girl that makes his heart swell. She's so tiny in his arms as he holds her while you rest, the safest place in the world with her father who would burn the world to ashes before he let anyone hurt either of you. He presses his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss as her tiny fingers wrapped around one of his and he realized that with you and her, he finally found something to live for.

Pt. 2

Simon had never been so glad that the boys decided to stay on base and leave him alone in the dingy pub they usually went to after missions. After all, there was no way he could focus in on you, the way he was now if Johnny was talking his ear off.

You looked so pretty, sitting at the bar, nursing a fancy-looking cocktail, while scrolling through your phone. He couldn’t help but let his eyes trace over your figure, his fingers twitching with the need to touch you, grobe you, hold you. The moment you glanced at him over his shoulder, was the moment he knew you were going to be his.

For the rest of the evening, he watched you. Silently sipping his drink, he watched your every move, not taking his eyes off you even a second. Occasionally, he noticed you glancing at him, your eyes wide, lips slightly apart. He couldn’t decipher if you were curious or intimidated. And he couldn’t decide which he would prefer.

By the time he noticed you finishing your last drink, he already had a plan. He’d follow you home, take some time off, and just watch you. Learn your routine and use the time you were gone to install some cameras. He wanted - no needed - to keep you safe after all, right? So, he paid his tab and walked out of the pub, leaning against the wall, waiting for you to leave and ready to follow you.

A few moments later, the wooden door opened again and you walked out, looking a bit frazzled. Hurriedly, you looked around until your eyes met Simon’s. A look of relief washed over you and you quickly made your way over to him. Simon wasn’t sure whether he should leave or stay. He didn’t want you to know him just yet, after all.

Just as he pushed off the wall and started to walk in the other direction, did you call out to him. “Uhm, I’m sorry, Sir?” He stilled. Why the bloody hell were you talking to him?

Slowly, he turned around, just to come face to face with your coy smile. He raised an eyebrow, even if his heart was beating a mile an hour with your proximity. You closed the gap until you were only an arm’s length away, still smiling up at him.

“I-I’m sorry, I hope this isn’t too direct, but I wanted to ask if I could have your number? You’re really handsome and seem like a nice man. Of course, it’s okay if not, I don’t want to pressure you or anything. I-” He stopped you, holding out his hand. It took you a second to realize what he wanted, but when you did, you quickly, and clumsily, fished out your phone, unlocked it, and placed it in his hand.

Simon wasn’t sure how he kept his hand from shaking, especially when your fingers brushed against his. As nonchalantly as possible, he saved his number, called himself so he had yours as well, and handed you your phone back. You grinned and locked it, slipping it back into your bag. “Thank you…well…have a good night.”

You were about to turn around and walk away when he gently caught your elbow. “Wanna go eat something?” Surprised, you looked up at him, before nodding with a giant grin and following the big scary man.

And that’s the story of how you two met. At least, it’s Simon’s version. If one were to hear your version, the true one, one would know how Simon was blushing the entire time. How his hands were shaking so much, he almost dropped the phone, and how his hands were so sweaty, he had to dry them off on his jeans the entire evening.

A/N: Just a little something I wrote when I was actually supposed to be studying for my exam. Oops.

PROSTHETIC ARM SIMON

mr. riley is a new regular.

hulking, broad-shouldered, always hunched like he's trying to fold himself into something smaller. dirty blonde hair, hoodies that swallow his frame, gloves that never come off— not in winter, not when the air conditioning is broken, not when it’s so hot outside that the pavement wavers under the sun. you see him come in once during a heatwave, sweat beading at his temples, looking like he just came from hell itself. but the gloves stay.

always.

Cuddling with Simon was your favourite “secret” you had on base.

Bad mission- cuddle. Soap pissed him off too much - cuddle. No missions for the next few weeks, you bet your arse Simon will spend every day in your bed holding you close.

You wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of nobody knowing you had the big scary lieutenant cuddled against your chest in a Fetus position… or if it was the way he would act as your own personal weighted blanket. But either way, you loved very moment, the way his arm lazily wrapped round your waist, how every now and again he wanted to be the little spoon and you’d do everything in your power to try wrap your smaller frame around his…

…the way his soft gaze would look down at you while your head lay against his chest, your hand lazily drawing circles against his bare chest. No words spoken but the love blossomed round the room, the giddiness of the kept secret makes every moment more exciting.

Although, the rest of the boys already knows about you and ghost cuddle sessions, when soap walked in on you both snoozing away on the rec room couch, you lying on top of him as his hands grip at you scared to let go, he took a quick photo as he walked away smiling to himself never mentioning the occasion to the pair of you. Just happy you both had each-other,… even if he did have a cheeky bet with gaz on how long it would take for you both to become official.

Dreams

(Hello! Here's a little something I've been working on! Inspired by @murdrdocs post here, I wanted to base something off it! Enjoy while I work on requests :3)

You don’t know why you started doing it. The first time had been a complete accident. Luke had just looked so good that day and with your growing feelings you were bound to dream something steamy at some point. It had started just like any normal dream, you and him relaxing on his bed. He had been talking, you’re sure of it. But slowly, ever so slowly, something shifted.

The two of you had inched closer to each other and suddenly you were under him, legs in the air as he pounded into you. His face had been contorted with pure pleasure, chanting your name over and over while rubbing your clit frantically. When he had cum inside you, you woke up frantically, chest heaving and feeling flushed. With a trembling hand you pressed your fingers to your cunt, hissing at how the fabric of your panties clung to you. Fuck. Just a dream.