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moralesispunk · 4 days

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this was so sweet and exactly how i imagine him coming home😭

need our simon to come home from deployment IMMEDIATELY 🫶🏼 | p1 p2 p3 p4

your older bf!simon comes home from deployment at dinner time on a tuesday.

herb alpert on the kitchen radio, knife tearing through a bunch of parsley, garlic and onion simmering on the stove behind you.

simon can hear it- smell it through the mail flap.

smells like home.

your ears prick at the sound of the door swinging open, the hinges alerting you to a secondary presence. back tensing for just a moment before you hear steps you could pick out in a lineup.

he sees your fluffy slippers first, then your little shorts, then his t-shirt. finally, he’s met with wide eyes and the kitchen light hits the curve of your face so nicely.

simon could cry.

you already were.

“oh my god, si”

he doesn’t really want to touch you with his outside clothes, tactical gear smelling like the back of a cargo plane and you’re so soft and lovely he’s afraid he might mess it all up.

but there’s nothing stopping the way you leap at him across the kitchen and swing your entire self around him and he’s forgetting what he’s wearing and he’s wrapping his arms around you like he knows you won’t break.

his tongue is immediately in your mouth and he’s taking one gasping breath and filling his nose with the scent that’s overwhelming him.

simon realises right then that the house smells like dinner but you smell like home. you are home. he’s home.

when he finally lets you let him go you’re telling him to leave all his gear by the washer and you’ll sort it all out tomorrow but right now he needs to sit down so you can feed him.

he’s back in the kitchen with a sweatshirt and shorts on and he’s never found his own clothes so comfortable. maybe it’s because he can smell you on the fabric.

you’d only been cooking enough for one but at this point, you’re so happy to have him home that you’re plating up the whole thing for him as he sits at the dining table.

his chair scrapes back along the floor and he’s patting his thigh, simon eats his tea with you curled up in his lap telling him everything he’d missed.

apparently, old-mate next door broke up with his missus and it was quite the scene.

apparently, they finally finished the roadworks on the junction at the end of your street and there was no longer a blur of orange cones on the drive to work.

apparently, there was going to be a barbecue at the house down the street and the two of you were invited. you might make a salad to take with.

you could’ve been reading him the phonebook and simon would be a happy man. his hand was holding under your thigh and your face was in the crook of his neck.

he was home.

dishes done (together) and tea steaming on the coffee table in front of him, simon isn’t sure this couch has ever been this plush. he could melt into it, as long as it was just like this.

bare feet up on the ottoman and one arm wrapped around your side as your head lay against his chest. you could hear his heartbeat and he could hear the football you’d recorded for him whilst he was away.

deployment was fucking rough, seen and done things he didn’t even want to think about. but this is what he comes home to.

you.

you who curls up in his lap and idly twirls the drawstring of his shorts round your finger.

you who offered up all of your food to him to fill the pit that’d been growing in his stomach over the weeks.

you who couldn’t give less of a fuck about the football on tv but watches in quiet contentment for the sake of being closer to him.

you who doesn’t ask once about what happened while he was away but will always listen without judgement if he needs to get something off his chest.

ideally, simon would like to give you the world in return. then again, he doesn’t think even that’d be enough.

instead, he takes you up to your shared bed and, miraculously, he doesn’t fall asleep as soon as his back touches the mattress.

he could, very easily, but instead he pulls you down on top of him and gets his lips back on yours. the kiss when he came through the door had been passionate but it’d been fleeting.

simon had kept it like that, knowing if he spent a second longer with your tongue on his then he’d have you over the kitchen bench and that wasn’t what he wanted.

really, he wanted this. the full weight of you on top of him and your hips rolling messily against his as his hands went up underneath your his shirt.

he wanted to run his fingertips along your bare back and feel skin so soft he almost couldn’t remember the things his hands had done just last week.

he wanted to map out every spot, every freckle, every ridge across your shoulders and commit it to memory so the next time he had to up and leave he could trace you like a constellation in the night sky.

truthfully, simon didn’t want to leave next time. he wanted to get the call from price and tell him that he was sorry but he couldn’t do it any longer. he now had something- someone to live for and he just couldn’t gamble odds like he used to.

he wasn’t entirely sure he’d still hold the sentiment on the other side of blowing a load so simon put those thoughts in the back of his head and decided he’d work them out on tomorrow morning’s run.

right now, simon felt the soft skin of the inside of your cheeks and your spit tastes like the nectar those gods harped on about and he’s pulling hard on your hips as he rolled something hard between them.

you were moaning, whimpering, whinging into his mouth while you ground yourself into the hard line of his cock. raging erection didn’t even cover it and his head was tipping back as a-

yawn, deep and all consuming broke from his throat.

simon was fucking knackered.

exactly what he didn’t want to happen was happening in front of him, you were sitting up and cooing at him so fucking sweetly.

“si, you’re exhausted- we’ll go to sleep”

strong grip around your waist was anchoring you to the spot so you couldn’t climb out of his lap like you were currently trying.

“sweet’art”

you could hear it in his voice, he couldn’t even lift his head off the pillow. you conceded, however, letting him rub soft little circles into your hips.

“jus’ gimme’ one and then we’ll sleep”

laying back down against his chest, you felt the air woosh out of him as you relaxed your body on his. face fitting into the crook of his neck like you were made for him (you were) with a hand running along his collarbone.

“we’ve got tomorrow”

you knew it was futile, he was already slipping your shorts to the side. head tilting just a little to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“and i need you tonight”

settled.

you felt one large hand lift you up as his other freed his cock out his shorts. just enough, just enough to get the job done because any extra effort was going to render him unconscious.

bringing a hand to his mouth, he spit in his palm quickly before rubbing it along the head of his cock. deep groan rumbled beneath you as you felt him pressing against your entrance.

“lift y’top up, sweet’art- wanna’ feel y’on me”

you did him one better, leaning up enough to slip the shirt over your head and onto the floor. forcing him to hold his arms up for just a second, you pulled his sweatshirt off and discarded it in the pile.

bare chest to chest, you could feel simon shudder beneath you. snaking one arm under his armpit and the other around his ribs, you snuggled in tight as you felt him slip right in.

that’s all he wanted.

weeks of photos, videos, imagination to go off of. this was all he ever wanted. you so close to him that it was entirely possible to imagine the two of you as one. that there was no version of reality without you together in it.

lazily rolling his hips up into you as you met him halfway, rolling yours back down to share half of the load. simon’s arms wrapped around your back, keeping you close and keeping you moving against him.

“sorry love, s’not gonna’ be a long one”

you could only respond with a whimper, gently nodding your head into his neck as your lips press soft little kisses into the skin. you didn’t need a long time, you just needed him.

unable to help yourself from noticing the couple new scratches he’d come home with, your fingers idly traced along them as he sucked in a breath at the feeling.

what you wouldn’t give to keep him home and keep him safe.

a thought for another day as you felt yourself constricting around his cock, grinding yourself into his lap as firm muscle rubbed against your front.

tiny little gasps flitted from your mouth and into his ear, you could feel his body tensing up beneath you. it wasn’t just with sheer tiredness, you knew this man like the back of your hand.

left hand coming out from under where you’d buried it behind his back, you ran the tips of your fingernails down simon’s chest. you stopped at his nipple, gently scraping along the peaked flesh until you heard him.

“need y’to cum right now f’me please”

slipping your other hand between the two of you, you let your fingers wander against yourself until you could feel the tide breaking in the pit of your stomach.

body clenching involuntarily, your mouth dropping open against his skin. no doubt drool pooling against his collarbone as you came with a pathetic whimper. hips bucking a little crazy in his lap as his hand ran the length of your back.

“god that’s it, sweet’art”

simon went rigid, gripping you tight like you might go somewhere as the dams broke and he filled you up. hot and sticky and dripping out of you and onto the waistband of his shorts.

he fell so still the only way you’d know he was still alive was the rise and fall of his chest beneath you. his arms were already starting to fall limp around you.

coming back from the bathroom, slipping off the rest of your clothes and adding them to the pile. simon wasn’t asleep, there were no snores, but he had been rendered totally immobile.

pulling the remainder of his clothes off for him and settling in beside, you pulled the sheets up over the both of you as his arm began drawing you in.

draped across him, you could feel his lips pressing against the crown of your head.

“m’gonna’ rock y’world in the morning”

you snorted a little laugh, nuzzling in closer as his breathing starts to even out. no use in replying, snorings about the only answer you’re going to get.

not that you’d mind.

he was home.

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moralesispunk · 5 days

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simon riley who ends up back in manchester

simon riley who falls in love with you and raises your kids in his hometown

simon riley whose kid ends up going to the same primary school as he went to

simon riley who shows up at the gates with you and your oldest on their first day, palms sweating because not only is he sending his little girl off for her first day at school but he can also see his old teacher

simon riley who stands straighter when his old teacher approaches

simon riley who blushes when she comes up and pinches his cheeks, turning to you and your little girl and saying he was the best of his class, always listening and paying attention

simon riley whose heart warms because he remembers how she always gave him a little extra of the snack because she knew how things were at home

simon riley who bends down and kisses his daughters head, telling her to be good and use her listening ears as she sets up at her little desk

simon riley who is crouched down as low as he can get when she sits at the tiny table, hands nervously fiddling as you unpack her pencil case and tell her how great she's going to do, how her lunchbox is packed with sandwiches and snacks, and how you and dad will be there to pick her up at the end of the day

simon riley who never really felt like he had a full circle moment until now, standing with you tucked into his side, waving your daughter into her first day, and knowing he will never be like his father when it comes to you or the kids

#YES #kind words

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moralesispunk · 7 days

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thinking about sitting on simon’s lap, your back pressed to his chest, and he just. starts petting your stomach. something about the careful caress and the way (when you tipped your head back to look at him you see how) he is so transfixed by your belly that he’s begun to ignore the movie he chose. something about him just slowly adding pressure to his touch, watching as your stomach dimples at the weight of his hold. something about the gradual slide until he’s cupping your womb.

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moralesispunk · 7 days

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John "Soap" MacTavish is the type to say "ready or not, here i cum" while he's balls deep in you and you're struggling to give him the most annoyed expression after he just pulled the most earth shattering orgasm out of you.

#i can't stop laughing

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moralesispunk · 10 days

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play fighting is so fucking hot, oh no I got pinned down by you on the bed we better not fuck or anything that would be crazy

#simon riley #please

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moralesispunk · 11 days

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moralesispunk · 11 days

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Like don’t you feel like you are romantically fulfilled or like get over celebrity crushes and stuff? Please don’t take this in any malice it’s just that I’m 20 and I’ve realised I’ve been readings fics since I was like 12 and I hope one day I don’t *need* them yk like I’ll feel romatincally fulfilled enough. I think you’re cool and love your blog so no malice 🙏🙇‍♀️

well. let's get into it<3

i have also been reading/writing fic since i was 12, so that's one thing we have common! you're 20, like you said, so i'm not holding anything against you here, but you don't just get older and stop enjoying things. like, if people stopped writing romance when they got married there would be no romance novels. and when you get married, you don't just...stop finding other people attractive. i mean, some people might and that's fine, but having a celebrity crush is perfectly normal, even when you're completely fulfilled in your romantic relationship!

and it sounds like (to me, at least) you might have some feelings about still liking or enjoying fandom after a certain age. i've seen a lot of that in the last few years, but i just want you to know--you can enjoy fandom until the day you day at 105 years old surrounded by your family. you don't just turn 25 and stop liking the things you like, you know what i mean? sooo many of the people i know who write/read fic are happily married or in long term relationships. my husband makes me feel good, and so does writing and reading and fic and fandom, but they're not the same kind of fulfillment. it's all very different.

and writing is such an incredible way to process things! a lot of the time when i'm writing about romantic or sexy things they're helping me process experiences from long before i met my husband. and pedro is very much my creative muse. he is in a completely different part of my brain from my romantic partner.

i hope this explained some things! i just really want you to know that even if you're 39 and fully satisfied by your SO, you can still enjoy fic and fandom. it's absolutely okay.

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moralesispunk · 11 days

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it's so sickening knowing while im enjoying everything here at home Palestine is being bombed all day and night. i hope no one ever stops reblogging and talking and protesting until everything is over and the Palestinians are free from the 70+ year genocide of their people

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moralesispunk · 12 days

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Gentle reminder that often creativity decides to hibernate for a bit.

It’s okay. You’re not broken, you’re resting, and much like spring, creativity comes back.

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moralesispunk · 12 days

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simon riley who ends up back in manchester

simon riley who falls in love with you and raises your kids in his hometown

simon riley whose kid ends up going to the same primary school as he went to

simon riley who stands straighter when his old teacher approaches

simon riley who blushes when she comes up and pinches his cheeks, turning to you and your little girl and saying he was the best of his class, always listening and paying attention

simon riley whose heart warms because he remembers how she always gave him a little extra of the snack because she knew how things were at home

simon riley who bends down and kisses his daughters head, telling her to be good and use her listening ears as she sets up at her little desk

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n

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moralesispunk · 13 days

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i feel like simon riley is a really picky eater but going from being told to suck it up when he was a kid to then being in the army where there was really no choice in the fact, he just got on with it, until he met you

(mentions of food, him gaining relationship weight and a teeny tiny nsfw - blink and you'll miss it but because of that i will say minors dni below)

until meeting you, he just eat through food for fuel, grimaced through chicken that give him shivers because that one bite tasted off, eat his greens even though they were tasteless

but then when he moved in with you he realised he was really enjoying food??? you would make wonderful, tasty dishes that were a mix of healthy and tasted good

you also noticed when he liked and didn't like something, changing recipes until he was grinning at your dishes

and you just love to take care of him :( and when he notices he's now got a lil layer of fat over his muscles he also notices how much you like it, how you're all over him even more than usual, grinding on his tummy and lying your head on his chest, and simon realises that he's never had a place he can feel safe enough to enjoy life until you

#simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x y/n

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moralesispunk · 14 days

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"Morning, sleepy head."

"It's past noon, innit?" Your hair's a mess, everything hurts, and your bare toes are growing numb from the chilly spring air.

But the coffee smells good, and his eyes gleam with satisfaction at your ruined state.

"It is." He holds his cigarette between his teeth and offers you the blanket. And a place on his lap.

#sweating

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moralesispunk · 14 days

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Reading that latest post with Poly! Price and Ghost, I couldn't help but think at the end "I want a kiss :("

from this post! (poly! john price x f! reader x simon riley)

Oh absolutely! (kinda nsfw below, the deed has been done and aftercare it is but bodies are here)

just lying there as Simon's cock slips out of you, his messy kiss with John turning to something more tender before he stops and pulls back.

both Simon and John are breathing heavily, bruised and pouting bottom lips, and you jut your bottom lip out.

"I want a kiss," you mutter and the men look down, a grin covering Simon's face as John chuckles.

"yea?" John asks.

"didn't think we would forget about you, did you lovie?" Simon adds, lying down beside you.

John gets off the bed, padding to the bathroom before coming back with a warm towel and comes to lie at your other side. just as Simon tilts your head towards him, fingers tucked under your chin, John starts cleaning you up.

Simon's mouth moves slowly against you, taking his time as if memorising the shape of your mouth from his tongue alone. soon John grips your chin, turning you towards him and kissing you slightly rougher, Simon's rough hands gently running up and down your body.

they kiss you until your relaxed in their arms, taking turns kissing you or running their hands over your body.

"better?" Simon murmurs against your lips and you hum, your chest pressed against his.

John's chest is pressed to your back, lips against your neck. "we'd never forget about you, doll."

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #john price x reader #john price x you #john price x y/n #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost rileh x you

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moralesispunk · 14 days

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thinking about poly! john price x reader x simon riley (pure smut below)

just imagine you lying on your back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and nails clawing at simon's abs as he ruts into you. he's on his knees between your legs, your thighs wrapped around his waist and your ass practically lifted off the mattress with how he pulls you into every thrust.

he's grunting and groaning, and you're whining. your eyes flutter closed, his thumb coming to press against your clit, but then you hear him moan loudly and your eyes open.

he's still there kneeling between your legs, one hand on your hip and the other resting on your belly with his thumb circling your clit, but now john's kneeling behind simon, too.

john's lips are moving across simon's neck, one of his arms wrapped around simon's waist and his hand running down simon's abs, nudging simon's hand on your belly out of the way so now he's the one playing with your clit.

his other hand is wrapped over simon's collarbones, fingers twisting simon's nipples (that are pierced - i don't make the rules) making simon whine - actually whine

with simon's free hand he's now gripping the back of johns head, fingers threading into his hair and pulling their mouths together in a messy kiss. a moment later you see his hand drop, wrapping around john's cock and stroking him.

it has you moaning louder your orgasm crashing into you as simon's cock fucks into you, john's fingers deftly circle your clit, and the two men make out in front of you, spilling inside you and over your thighs at the same time.

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three posts in one day i'm SORRY

#this is so smutty and messy and omg #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #john price x you #john price x reader #john price x y/n #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you

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moralesispunk · 14 days

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it is WINDY where I am in Scotland today but it got me thinking about being outside with husband/bf! simon riley on a windy day

you were just going to the shops, needing to get some things for dinner, but Simon insisted on coming. he patiently walks up and down the aisles with you, swapping the basket you had first picked up for a trolley.

"might as well just do a food shop while we're here," you said, throwing another thing into the trolley and Simon just nodded because anything for you.

by the end the trolley is packed with your weekly shop and Simon is pushing it towards the door. you're walking beside him, a hand tucked around his elbow as you ramble about plans for dinner that week, some lunches you can make for work, maybe get a takeaway tonight though? it is Saturday after all...

Simon just hums, throwing in a "sounds good" or "what about a spag bol Wednesday?" but then the doors open and...

it's like a storm without rain, the trees at the other end of the car park and shaking and swaying until it looks like they're about to rip out from the roots and you gasp beside him but he just chuckles.

"just hold on and stay behind me," he says and so you do, fingers clinging to his jumper and Simon's big, broad form taking the brunt of the wind.

he fights through it like it's nothing, making it to the car all the while you're laughing and having the hood of your jumper whipped around as you cling to Simon against the oncoming wind.

he gets you inside, closing the door behind you, and then gets to packing the food into the boot. you watch as other shoppers walk quickly with the wind pushing at their back or fight against the wind to get to the car. the boot slams and you watch simon take the trolley back, laughing at how he looks like he's walking on a windless day compared to everyone else, and then your heart warms when you see him help a lil old lady back to her car, winking at you when he catches your eye through the window.

(and he absolutely gets back in the car and nods his head towards the car parked a few down, to the lady waving at him now she's safe and sound, and says to you "just my other wife/spouse")

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n

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