for better or worse | mdni | slightly stalkerish & borderline obsessive ex!husband simon riley

Simon Riley who never told anyone in 141 that he had a wife and child - but him and the missus got divorced a few months back.

It was a painful split, one Simon didn't want but he nodded along and signed the papers, agreeing to joint custody of your child.

He knows he fucked up, knows he ruined the one good thing he'd ever had in life (with the exception of the beautiful baby girl you two created) but he also knows fighting for you would only drive you further away.

Better to do things your way and let you believe he's willing to let you go.

Better to let you think he's willing to dismiss the vows he made to you years ago on that altar: for better or worse.

Better for you to let your guard down and not notice the secret cameras he had installed when you weren't home, so small you'd easily walk past them a thousand times and never see the faint blinking red light on the spine of one of the many books perched on the bookshelf he'd built you years prior.

For weeks he watches through the hidden lense as you try to move on from him, watches you care for your child, providing comfort and soothing when she starts crying and looking for her dad.

His heart fucking hurts at the sight of his little girl in tears over missing him (because spending two measly nights a week at his new bachelor flat isn't enough for either of them).

One day on base, Johnny comes up to him with a wide grin, excitedly telling him about the woman he matched with on one of those dating sites.

"Am tellin' ya, L.t., ya need to get yerself on this app and ya might finally get yerself some real action. Look at this bonnie lass I matched with; pretty wee thing, recently divorced and a single mum-"

And then Johnny pulls up a picture of you and all the breath leaves Simon's lungs, his blood running cold.

"Y'can't go out with her," he says immediately, voice rough.

Johnny pauses, frowning. "Eh? Why naw?"

"Because that's my fucking wife."

and soap is just like 😦🧍‍♂️ 'yer what now'

love me some ex!husband simonnnn 🥰

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- kat

doctor riley - cheating, p in v, sex. (drabble)

you shouldn't be here, slipping into the alleyway like a streetrat. but you were running out of solutions, and maybe, for once, you'd find one.

your friend had recommended it. you chose not to deliberate on whether or not your friend was a reliable source at all—they clung to the wrong kinds of people, in crowds you didn't really enjoy.

but maybe your friend had a solution for you.

doctor riley, she had said—a doctor with results that always worked, but methods too concerning for him to have any real doctor's lisence. that's why he operates out of a door in a side alley.

you knock, cheeks already flushed—your problem? you couldn't come. you'd faked hundreds of orgasms with your current boyfriend, and it was getting harder and harder—you needed to fix what was wrong with you.

doctors said you were normal, but you didn't believe it. not after so long.

so here you were.

"come in," a gruff voice sounds from the door, and you jolt at that. scrambling to slip inside and close the door behind you, you come face to face with a dingy couch, and a man lying across it like he were some dingy, underpaid therapist.

"what's your problem?" he asks, and it's almost insulting—

"i… um, can't…"

he laughs. you don't even get to speak, and he laughs. "you can't cum, can you? funny that. get loads of pretty things in here for that same reason, and they all look like you. all red and pretty in the face like y'scared o'sayin' the words. the word orgasm too crude for you, eh?"

and you're caught in his headlights, blinking at him slowly like his words weren't quite processing in your mind.

"i've never let a thing like you down, luv. ain't gotta worry. s'just your partners. shit, the lot of them. they don't know how to treat a lady."

and you just let him, watched as he rose from the couch, already sporting a large boner. was it cheating? …no, it couldn't be. he was a doctor, he just wanted to help.

he pushes you up against the door, notches his knee between your thighs and stares—looms, down at you.

"fuckin' hell, look at the state of you. you already look desperate for it."

it's exactly what you asked for, his thick fingers pulling at the band of your panties between your legs, helping you step out of them and stuffing the fabric into your mouth. "can't have you makin' noise, it's a covert operation i've got goin' on here."

his fingers prod at your clit with efficiency. you're already soaked, maybe from the humiliation of it all—you only look up at him with pretty eyes that boil his blood and send it shooting to his cock.

he's quick with it, efficient. it turns you on, how he preps you with one, two, then three fingers, then folds you over the back of the couch. your breasts press into the pillows, and he takes a second to appreciate the view. "you're a pretty one. shame you've only been dissapointed before."

he doesn't give you time to adjust—why would you need any time, when he'd already prepped you? he notches the thick head of his cock at your entrance, before pushing himself as far as he could go. he grunts into the room, "fuckin… tight as hell, dollie. ain't even been fucked that hard before, have you?"

he fucks you like he's trying to break a record. and he is—you've never felt this good, fingers scrabbling at the pillows beneath you for some sort of purchase as he roughly fucks you against the couch. if it weren't for his hands on your hips, you might've fallen over.

it sneaks up on you before you realise it. a pressure blooms in your abdomen, and thick fingers press against your clit again—it's nearly overstimulating, but you're coming apart around his cock.

he pulls out and away once you quit pulsing around him like the vice that you are, "ain't that somethin'. record time, pretty. one minute."

he walks around the couch and takes a seat, beckoning you over. "i helped you, now you can help me, no? c'mon, come clean it off."

i need 141 BAD

i need Simon to force me to eat when i forget or decide i don’t want to. He wouldn't talk, just put a plate of my favourite food on the table and stare at me with a stern face until I finally give in and eat.

i need Kyle to read to me in that soothing ass voice of his. Like, we just cuddle up on the couch between deployments and he picks up one of my favourite books to read to me while I drift off in his arms. (someone headcanoned ? that he smells like vanilla and jasmine and I 100% agree)

i need Johnny to get me out of the house when i’m depressed. Take me to a bookstore or another store he knows I like and help me pick out things. If it's books he suggests really spicy looking ones to try out at home.

i need John to look at me with those gentle eyes of his and gently ask me what’s wrong. "C'mon, love. Tell me what's buggin' you." He'd mutter gently, tilting his head slightly in the way he knew made me fold. When I finally agree to talk, he pulls me into his lap and listens to me until I drift to sleep.

i need all of them to cuddle meeee. Like to think that I'd lay between Kyle's legs while Johnny lays between mine with his head resting comfortably on my stomach, ocassionally kissing on the soft pudge and praising me. Simon and John on either side of me, arms loosely around me - maybe John's are a little above Johnny's head and one of Simon's are resting on my thigh. Simon's hand occasionally brushing against Johnny's side where his tank top rode up.

Anywho. Sorry. I'm hyperfixated and mildly touch starved.

there was a pretty steep age gap between you and ghost. he was in his early 40s, around forty-two, and you were in your early to mid twenties. still hopelessly wet behind the ears, you’d initially approached your relationship with the aged lieutenant with a confident, almost arrogant approach — only to be put in your place, time and time again, by the ghastly british man. you see, ghost had very little patient for childish games, he didn’t tolerate those smart comments you’d mumble if you didn’t get your way, or the way you’d try to impress his colleagues at the extent of testing his limits with flirty comments here and there.

but, ghost was never shy when it came to the imbalance of power between the two of you — he is the distinguished lieutenant and you are the baby sister of a man he sees as an equal, but also respects. yet, lieutenant riley found himself using his mere age as means to outrank you.

and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the way he’d sometimes wiggle his experience over your pretty little head. you loved that he taught you new things, kept you in line, you needed that in a man. it was the little things you’d come to crave …

ughhhh

you couldn’t help yourself, there was just something about the way the ghoul before you sat with his jaw locked and meaty thighs already deliciously wide that had you under his spell. so, naturally, you’d found yourself straddling the older man, licking a wet stripe up the imprint of his scarred lips, through the smooth fabric of his skull-face balaclava. a mischievous giggle left your eager lips as you licked again, treating ghost’s covered lips like a melting ice cream cone.

ghost sat quietly, his hips shifting under you, a steadying hand resting on the curve of your plump ass as you gently grabbed ahold of his jaw, “y’so fuckin’ hot, papi,” you’d moan, swallowing his masked mouth into a wet and warm kiss.

and ghost would kiss you back, eyes hung low and lidded as you soaked his mask with your wet tongue. you were feverish, short gasps and excited moans leaving you as you french kissed the lieutenant, even go so far as to catch his bottom lip between your teeth. you held his lip for a brief moment, meeting his eyes with a smile as you quickly opened your mouth to suck on his bottom lip.

ghost allows his black paint-smeared eyes to flutter closed with a relaxed sigh, his hand caressing your lower back as you released his lip with a wet smack.

you let out a defiant mewl when ghost pulls his head away from yours,“easy, lovie — lemme, jus’” the man pulls down his balaclava, exposing his nose, sore mouth, and chin for your pleasure, to which, you immediately connected your mouth to his.

ghost can’t help but chuckle into your mouth as you move to drag your tongue flat against his, you were a proper eager one today, swiveling your head to slide his tongue between your swollen lips, some of your accumulated spit smearing onto your chin. you hum happily around his tongue, tasting of stale beer and faint mint toothpaste.

soft pants sneak out of your throat when you release ghost’s tongue from your mouth, a dazed smile on your tingling lips when you see ghost’s spit-shined face, his scarred mouth slightly parted and kissed raw.

the two of you stare at each other in a hazy bliss, your eyes widening in delight as you tap ghost’s bottom lip with your fingertip, settling yourself to sit comfortable on his lap as he opens his mouth, both of his strong arms resting of the back of the couch as you allow a thin line of spit to fall into his mouth.

and you were well aware of the fat bulge pressing against your clothed clit when you pulled ghost in for another slippery and sloppy kiss.

you always got your way — you were spoiled to all hell. with a simple bat of your eyelashes, coupled with the stretchy smile of your pouty stained lips, you found yourself with the world wrapped around your pretty little finger. one would assume that your parents were definitely the root of this little issue, but your older brother, alejandro vargas, the vaquero himself — he kept you on a pedestal … you were his baby sister, the only family he had living. so, he kept you a tight-lipped secret, for your safety, you were still young, old enough, but still … young.

that didn’t mean that you were a naive little thing, no. you were headstrong, kept your head held high, a mouthy little brat, a pendeja at times — and once you had your sights set on something, or someone, you went for it.

once you were of age, you noticed how the vaqueros (only the ones your brother deemed worthy) looked at you differently. your curves were now accentuated by tight tops and dangerously short mini skirts and micro shorts. you’d purposely began to wear your brother’s old army-issued shirts, completely aware of the biting breeze that cut just below the curve of your pretty plump ass … the slight peek of your black thong, leaving the soldiers gripping their rifles just that much tighter.

not to mention, the jiggle when you’d finally get down from your tip toes, flashing the oh so loyal vaqueros a giggly smile.

lieutenant simon riley knew that sneaking around with you, captain price’s little girl, was risky. but, he simply couldn’t resist you. you’d hopped your way into his heart, warming it up just a bit, forcing your way into his day to day, hell, he’d found himself striking up more conversation with price — all surrounding you. how’s your girl doing? is she adjusting well? if she needs anything, y’can count on me … it was pretty concerning, so not-typical of ghost. but, price chalked it up to ghost simply having a curious mind, he was well aware of his loyalty to him, never thinking for once second that his devoted lieutenant would ever think of pursuing you romantically.

let alone ghost being the man who’d been fucking his precious little daughter into any stable surface for the past few months. including his own desk.

so, when you’d brought up the idea of the two of you having phone sex, it was safe to say that ghost was … hesitant. sure, when the two of you were alone, he could take you in any way he so pleased, but he couldn’t be as reckless, not when he had to laser-focused on his mission, not when he’d have to worry about your father barging in on him with his hand shoved in his cargos, at any waking moment. but, you were ghost’s little princess, his soft baby bunny — he could never truly say no to you.

omg.

protective!ghost who wordlessly nods in approval as you twirl around in front of him, glossy lips stretched in a bubbly smile as you model your new skintight dress for him. sure, he was very much secure in himself, i mean he’s a 6’4 swole soldier, but that didn’t mean he didn’t clench his fist just a teeny bit tighter at the thought of his rookies getting a peek of your black g-string at any given moment.

“y’like it?” you beamed, your eyes bright with excitement.

ghost is quick to unclench his fist, clearing his throat, “f’course, lovie,” he forces out a breath, one he wasn’t even aware he was holding in, earning a squeal and sticky kiss from you.

protective!ghost who warns an eager soap ahead of time to not get too overzealous when it came to his compliments to your new outfit. who even goes so far as to keep a rifle in his gloved grip as you approach the two men, his thick index finger tickling the trigger as he watches you greet soap with a platonic hug.

you weren’t exactly sure when, or how you’d managed to get your lieutenant riley’s phone number … let alone how you ended up in his apartment, completely wasted out of your mind, sat criss-crossed on his toilet. lightly swinging your feet back and forth, you smiled up at the masked man above you, your swollen lips stretched into a dopey grin. ghost was dressed comfortably, his sweats and hoodie an instant clash against your dangerously mini lace dress, your tits pushed up just right.

“ghoooost, m’tired,” you whine with a small hiccup, “s-so tired,”

with an old camouflaged t-shirt in his fist, ghost grunts knowingly, a defeated sigh leaving his lips as he watches you gently kick your feet towards his meaty thighs, “c’mon, pet, knock it off, yeah?” he scolds you lightly, swallowing thickly as you slowly slide your foot up his thigh, stopping right under his hip.

cw. porn with no plot

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when mean men are in a mood; one that's less harsh and rough and more condescending and smug, they'll fuck you in a much different way.

he's smug in a way only a man who knows exactly how deep he's splitting you open can be, his weight heavy over you and his cock moving inside so slow it's torture. you feel every ridge drag against your walls and every thick vein pulsing hotly.

you find yourself so overwhelmed that you reach for him without even realizing, hands fumbling up his chest to anchor yourself, but he catches your wrists easily in his big hands and presses them back into the mattress with a soft laugh.

he finds you adorable for even trying. his voice drops to get all soft when he coos, "aw, I know, baby… I know," the tone makes your head spin like crazy.

"ohfff f-feels s'good," you keen. "keeps rubbing s'deep inside,"

he hums in response against your ear as he holds there inside you, letting you feel the way he's buried all the way. the thick head of his cock presses -like you said- right against that soft spot that makes your belly clench tight. he doesn't move or let you squirm away, just keeps you pinned and full until your walls are fluttering around him. then he's tilting his head so he can look down at your face through lowered lashes. "mmhm, see? told you i'd get it in. look at you, so full of me."

your eyes flick down at your tummy distended around him and you can't help the weak little noise you make. "yeah? you feel that, baby? look at where i am. riiiight there," he presses deeper inside you, wanting you to notice the way he throbs where his weighty cock rests in your plush iinsides. "mhm. keep me right there, keep me warm."

his thumb strokes absent circles over your knuckles where he's got your hands pinned.

he finally moves so slow, dragging out with the ridge of his head nudging along your slick walls until you're clenching down. he laughs soft when your back arches off the bed, sliding back in inch by inch. the whole time he's watching your face, obsessed with every twitch and every whine, until he bottoms out again and just holds there. he's rocking his hips barely, only enough to make you aware of how deep he is. your body has no choice but to mold around him.

when you babble out how you can't take it, he only nods along,  "yeah, i know, i know... poor thing can't even think straight, hm?" his hand finally leaves your wrist so he can touch your cheek, thumb swiping over your spit-wet lip while he keeps you pinned with just one hand.

he begins pulling out to just the tip again, stretching your entrance wide, then pushing back in at a crawl, until every ridge of him forces your walls to give way. the stretch burns, but it makes your eyes roll, makes your belly tighten and your toes curl, and he's watching it all, eating it up. your wrists twitch weakly under his hand and you whimper, "w-wanna hold you, please... lemme touch-" e just tuts, leaning down so his breath fans over your mouth. "no, baby. you don't get to hold onto me. you just take it." his tone is honeyed, coaxing, but his grip on you doesn't budge. "you can make all those sweet noises for me, but those hands stay right here."

literal perfection

John being the perfect husband by all means necessary. taking you out to your favorite spots to eat when times get tough and you can’t think and all you want to do is cry.

you don’t want to eat? that’s fine but you will have to eventually, for now he can settle on laying in bed with you and splaying a big warm rough hand on your stomach as he caresses you with gentle soothing circles.

John will even whisper in your ears sweet nothings like: “breathe baby, you’re doing so good. always bein’ good.”

“it’s ok to rest. just close your eyes an’ i’ll be right here the whole time, love.”

“my baby.. just overwhelmed huh? i’ve got you now.”

and you melt everytime because where was he years ago when you felt like no one would ever love you wholeheartedly?

but that’s ok, John will show you just show much he loves his little missus.

Simon didn't care about the fact that he shared a flat with someone. At all.

He was so non-disturbed about it in fact that he put no effort into acting even half-decent.

It wasn't rare to see Simon jerking off in his room with an open door, or watch the tv with his cock out, that a towel should be covering.

He just... didn't give a fuck.

It was annoying. Sure.

But you weren't gonna leave it that way. If he was gonna be an ass. You were gonna be an even bigger ass.

You made sure to put lipstick on every time you made yourself coffee, taking his mugs, pressing the stain in there real good and letting it marinate for a couple hours. Maybe even days.

Borrowed his towels, since you shared a bathroom, and made sure to use them for makeup removal.

When you put perfume on you also made sure to drown the room in it.

Everytime you were bringing out the trash, you took his boots, which made you waddle... but that's not important, what is important is that you made sure to get them dirty as fuck, mud, sand, rocks in them?

You did your very best to be the absolute ass you could be able to be.

Only for the whole thing to be answered with a dirty pair of your panties on your bed, with a heart on them, made of seemingly semen.

"Got you pretty good, huh?" A very proud voice said from your doorway.

That night you learnt that being an asshole was his way of flirting... and he thought you too... were flirting.

Which is also how you ended up bent over that very bed. Those same panties stuck in your mouth while he rearranged your insides and sucked on your neck like a vampire.

By the time he was done with you, you did feel like all the blood had been sucked out of you.

I’m the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean?

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breeding kink - price

price who has such a bad breeding!kink that whenever you two fuck thats all it turns into.

he doesn’t realize how bad his breeding kink is until you tell him about how you had a dream about the two of you having a baby, one that was so real you woke up heartbroken their was no little baby girl running around with price’s eyes. you had complained the whole day, draping yourself over him as he worked on files, begging him just for one. because just one won’t hurt.

its not until he’s fucking into you brutally, palm sprawled out on your flat tummy, does he realize; yeah, his baby needs a baby. his hips are slamming into yours, face contorted and grunting with effort, sounding like an absolute animal on top of you. loves the way you try to push at his stomach, head thrown back as he fucked you raw for the first time. he’s thinking he’s probably never going to use a condom again, not when your pussy clamps down so tight, not when he has to work it into you like a virgin— with you begging him to stop— slow down— literally anything!

he loved feeling your nails drag down his back, creating deep crimson lines that were sure to stay.

whispering the most foul of sentences, making you clamp around him even tighter, “my fucking girl” he grabbed your head, pressing your foreheads together, “y’gonna give me some kids? gonna be my perfect little wife?” “how many you gonna carry for me?”

he didn’t even notice that such things were falling out of his mouth, all he’s thinking of is watching you walk around the house pregnant, laying you down on the bed and eating you out… maybe even fucking you gently while your belly was still round. something primal in him clicks when he realizes everyone would see you like that, fat and sweet, carrying as many babies as he fucked into you. everyone would know that he claimed you.

he couldn’t wait to parade you around the base, and the thought alone made him press balls deep into you, cock twitching in your deep heat as he came— lips pressed together in a tight line. he stayed there for a long while, feeling himself completely empty inside of you. he pulls out to watch it dribble down your folds, creating a mess everywhere on the bed.

he’s stroking his cock while playing with the cum leaking from your pussy, pressing it back inside with his fingers, watching as your over-sensitive body spasms, trying to roll away from him but to never avail.

he grabbed your ankles, spreading them wide before he mounted you again, pushing the head inside with a little force. you came to clutch your entire body around him, arms throwing themselves around price’s neck— anything to get as close to him as physically possible as he settled back into your pussy.

“shh, shh” he whispered “you’re gonna take it baby” “i’ll make a good wife out of you”

ahh im so good at dialogue in my head but not actually writing it wtf. Also not proof read bc im going to bed— will edit later.

Had to get these out of my system because he lives rent-free in my head now, and I needed to figure out how I like to draw his body and unmasked face in case I want to do… more