price could be an asshole sometimes, he knew it. and you knew it too. he always made you cry during arguments, storming out of your shared place by slamming the door and only coming home the next morning with an apology and some flowers.

you always forgave him, much to his surprise.

but today was different, he had been really mean and price knew that he messed up badly this time. he hated how he could be when angry.

"i forgive you" price eyes looked up to you, a hint of hope in it.

"are ya serious ?" he asked with his rough voice, his heart beating a little faster. he released the breath he didn't even realize he was holding when you nodded yes. you opened your mouth, "one condition" you looked at the floor, "I want to spend one night with lieutnant riley." price cringed at the way you said his name, bliking at you with big incredulous eyes.

"she really said tha' ?" price hated simon's smug smirk, the man visibly flattered by his captain's woman's wish. "who am I to disappoint the missus"

price hated even more watching you and simon have sex, even though he insisted on being here.

your body was smashed against the mattress, the bed hitting the wall as the lieutnant's hips roughly pounded into you. you were enjoying it, john knew by the loud moans that were uncontrollably leaving your mouth. he saw how you tried to hide it at first, probably in order to not make your husband insecure ; however as simon fucked you dumb, you became a moaning and drooling mess.

price clenched his jaw as he watched you both make out, he couldn't help but observe intently how simon's angry cock would thrust in and out of your pink pussy, all slick with the previous orgasms you had.

"gonna cum..." you whimpered pathetically as you shut your eyes, your nails piercing the lieutnant's back. a whimper escaped you as you felt simon's hand come rub your clit to help you climax, the delicious feeling making your toes curl.

after you came, price watched you lay on your shared bed, completely cock drunk. he completely ignored the cocky expression simon had on his face.

"next time don't be a dickhead, captain" price mentally cursed as the lieutnant walked out of the room, enjoying the situation too much for his liking.

simon riley who discovered a new passion for coffee lately. curious because he always preferred tea, it certainly doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that the bartender is really cute, right ?

it started few weeks ago when he came back from deployment, he was on his way to the gym when he noticed this new coffee shop, that he believes opened when he was away.

simon always had a sweet tooth, he naturally stopped to admire the numerous pastries in front of him, all of them seeming as delicious as the others. he spent a few minutes in front of the display, wondering which one he should get.

that’s when he saw you, as sweet as the pastries, you were wearing the coffee shop’s uniform and chatting with a client.

he entered the shop, standing in the line and repeating his order in his head to not mess it up. when the client before him noticed a giant man waiting behind them, they excused themselves and as they left your eyes landed on him.

"hello sir, what can i get for you ?" simon gulped at the charming sound of your voice.

"coffee."

"iced or hot?"

he sized you up quickly. "hot."

he mentally cursed himself as you went to prepare his order, cringing at his own behavior. he didn’t only messed up what he wanted, he also managed to act like a prick, not even saying please or thank you.

he watched you intently make his coffee, humming to yourself with a lazy smile, simon shamelessely observed.

his heart was beating fast as he left the shop, his eyes landing on the hot cup in his hands. now what was he thinking ordering a hot coffee in summer ? he reluctantly sipped it, wincing at the bitterness. this reminded simon why he didn’t like coffee in the first place.

he definitely didn’t come back the next day.

"how much time until ya find someone new when i'll die ?"

you stopped in your tracks, turning around to look at simon. you studied his face for a few seconds, looking for any signs of humor, you found none.

"simon" you walked closer to the bed, he was laying under the covers. "you just broke your leg, you're not gonna die" you chuckled, trying to warm the atmosphere a little.

he simply looked at you, watching you slip under the covers with him, cheek flat against his chest.

"no" he exclaimed urgently. "get up, ya gonna make it worse" he put his hands on your waist, preparing himself to push you away.

"make me" you jokingly said, hugging him even tighter. you giggled at his silence, you didn’t even have to look up to know that he had given up. his arms now circling around your waist. it was funny to you how lieutnant simon riley was a huge baby when injured, he hated having to be helped for everything.

"'love ya" you heard him say with his hoarse voice, "love you too, simon".

"but i swear if ya find another bastard i'll fuckin’ kill" you cut him off by hitting his stomach slightly, earning a small huff from him. it was surprisingly enough to shut him up.

older!simonriley who is a little bit surprised when you ask him to sleep with you. you tell him how inexperienced you are and that you wish to learn how to properly pleasure someone. he's not sure if he's gonna say yes but, you're probably going to ask someone else anyway, and the mere idea makes him sick. he doesn’t regret it when he sees your big doe eyes looking up at him as you're on your knees, his fat cock standing proudly before you. he snickers at your intimidated expression before grabbing gently your hair and guiding your lips on his lenght, a sigh escaping him as he feels the warmness of your mouth. even as you gag and that tears are threatning to spill, he doesn’t stop, you'll have to learn the hard way anyway.

it was around december, simon was home after a long deployment at the other end of the world.

christmas was your favorite moment of the year, the lieutnant almost begged price to let him go home early to spend it with you.

the happiness lasted few days, until he eventually found out. it was truly a dumb way, he stumbled upon some messages when he was trying to look up something on your phone ; it was the first time simon ever went through your conversations as he never really felt like he needed to. he started to feel sick in his stomach at the sight of you and your colleague's texts, throat dry.

he walked into the living room to sit down on the edge of the couch, your phone still in his left hand. his eyes roaming on the text over and over again.

that’s how you found him when you finished showering, towel wrapped around your wet hair and the feint smell of your body wash that he liked so much.

you immediately knew by the way his eyes landed on you. your stomach dropped.

"listen, si" you said as you made a few step towards him before he cut you off.

"since when ?" he simply asked.

"few weeks ago" you immediately gave in, "it was just once." your eyes became teary.

simon stood up abruptly, a distressed expression on his face. "you slept wit' him." more like an affirmation than a question.

he felt like throwing up when you silently nodded, some tears rolling down your cheeks. he could hear you try to explain yourself in the background, but his mind was elsewhere. everywhere at once.

this was the first time that simon felt so helpless ; being a soldier he had been trained for every situation, allowing him to always bounce on his feet, but right now he wasn’t sure of what to do. he felt like giving up.

"do you love him ?" he asked again as he was slowly dissociating, his vision becoming blurry.

"no !" you exclaimed, a small silence followed and simon waited for you to continue, even in this situation, he was still so empathetic. "i just felt lonely, you were gone for months..."

simon imagined you alone in your king size bed, feeling cold from his absence even under the big covers. all the nights you must have spent worrying.

he would lie if he said that he didn’t already think of this scenario, but he never actually suspected you of anything, truth was it was kind of hard to with the lack of interaction between the two of you.

he blinked rapidly a few time, hoping that he would wake up soon, but he never did.

simon looked at you again, you looked beautiful, your sobs were mentally torturing him. he knew that he should’ve been mad, he truly does, but part of him wasn’t. a part of him just wanted to hug you tight and let it go, he was already thankful for you staying even with his lack of presence. but the image of you with another man was making him violently mad.

a deep and heavy sight escaped him, "go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow" he told you with his gruff voice. and that’s what you did, he didn’t come in the bedroom this night, you don’t even know if he slept. you didn’t either.

nana's note -> hello pookies, this is in fact not read proof so I hope that you will enjoy anyway 🥹 also, this post was kinda a test to see if people also like the cheating trope (and loser!simon) the way I do...

simon was known to be a very serious person overall. at work, he was lieutnant riley, respected and probably feared by many. before meeting you, he used to kind of be annoyed by jolly people, the only one he could bear being johnny he didn't have much choice.

when he met you, he got stunned by your beaming smile. you were at a bar and simon still remembers the way you'd speak to him. you'd talk most of the time, letting him be silent the way he liked. giggling at your own stories and jokes.

since then, he got used to it. he's used to you showing him dumb videos on your phone, not particularly funny to him but your giggles can't help but make him smile. he's used to the way you squirm when he cooks your favorite meal, hugging tightly his middle. he began to love it so much that he began to trade pub nights with johnny to movie nights with you ; you would lay on his chest and laugh your head off, sometimes until crying. he would rather take a bullet than miss that.

you have no idea but before simon came back few weeks ago, he passed out while being deployed after being shot and he could've sworn he heard your delicious laugh ring in his ears. he firmly believes that this is what made him gain his consciousnes back. when he returned, he almost cried on the spot after hearing your voice.

people in your social environment were probably wondering how could you love simon that much, you, such a lively and carefree person, with simon, lieutnant riley ? you would simply brush them off. but in reality, as someone who always got asked to shut it down as a kid, who always felt 'too much', who felt annoying and like a burden.

simon never made you feel like that, he always made sure to make you feel like you were fitting in, he would wait for you to finish laughing before you started speaking again, never judged you for your weird interests, encouraging you to make new friends. that was your why.

biker!simon who desperately needs a distraction after quiting the military. using his bonus for taking his retirement, he decided to buy a brand new bike to keep him distracted from the loneliness.

biker!simon who takes his new loud bike to go to an appointment downtown, very satisfied by his latest purchase.

biker!simon who parks his bike on the sidewalk, engine still running. he's on his phone to check his new doctor's adress again, eyebrows furrowed under his balaclava and helmet.

biker!simon doesn't notice you right away, he does when you are a few meters away from his bike. he looks up, and you're talking to him, he can't hear anything with his helmet but also the loud ass sound of the engine running. he panicks a little, brows furrowing even more, he can't help but notice how beautiful you look, his eyes landing on your phone in your hand. were a woman like you really asking for his number?

after a few seconds that felt like minutes of him looking at you intently, simon decides to turn off his bike to hear you better. he's a bit excited to hear what you are saying to him, he doesn't know what he was expecting but it was definitely not this.

"can you turn down your fucking engine ? you biker guys are insufferable" you spit at him as you walk away with a nasty look.

biker!simon looks at you as you walk off, his mouth is slightly agap and his phone is still sitting in his hand. he's not even mad, he gets up from his bike and walks to his appointment with a big smile on his face, he has no idea why but he definitely liked that.

sunday afternoon with simon, rain is pouring outside and you are cuddled up on the couch.

your favorite movie is playing on the big tv and your head is resting against his chest, your legs intertwinning. you watch contently, his soft heartbeat beating on your temple.

simon on the other hand, his eyes are on the tv but he's absolutely not paying attention, he doesn’t even remember the first scene of the movie. his eyes are glued on the pixelated screen as his arms are wrapped around your frame.

he's thinking. hard.

and tears are damping his lashes and blurring his vision, he's not sad nor happy. feels like pain, recognition and maybe denial. spending his whole childhood being scared, alone, rejected ; then got accepted into the army after painful school years, wanting to numb the wound as much as possible. he became a soldier, a killer, who presses the trigger when told to. sleeping on base and being involved in missions to prove that he could be useful, that he could be something.

today he doesn't feel scared anymore, he's not afraid of returning home like his young self was. with you he became simon, he's a human being capable of making mistakes, he's much more than just a ghost mask and an assault rifle.

fat tears are rolling on his cheeks, and he closes his eyes hard when he sees you turn to look at him, less painful to see the dark than your worried face. as you always did, you don't make fun of him, you're not scared ; you sit up on the couch and make his head rest on your shoulder, your hands keeping him grounded.

and simon breaks, for the first time. he let everything out, the sorrow after all the violence he endured and the mourning of his loved ones, all of it rolling down his scarred face as you remind him that you will always be here for him.

simon understands it now, how people can become so dumb for love, so weak. he used to make fun of them, but he understands it now.

simon riley was truly a simple man.

after having your first baby, he simply felt like he lived in a dream ; simon never thought that he'd be capable of being a father, a truly loving father. he quickly adjusted to the dad's life, trying to let you rest as much as possible.

you on the other hand, was completely living a nightmare. of course you couldn’t be happier to have you and simon's first child, but you couldn’t help but feel disgusted by your own body. the love handles, the cellulite and even the acne, without talking of your never ending appetite.

however your vision changed when you noticed your husband's attitude, he was completely at your mercy. he couldn’t help but lightly smack your ass as you walked past him, or even grasping your thighs as you were watching a movie on the couch.

he was absolutely starving.

his big hands would keep your thighs tightly open as he would bite your skin, his tongue licking vividly your folds. he would get so horny at the sight of your skin trapped under his harsh hold, but also by the way your breasts would roughly jiggle as he slammed his cock in your cunt. he didn’t like the way you'd hide your face, seemingly embarrassed, he wanted you to see how you were making him feel, how hot you were.

simon couldn't help but snicker when you showed him a positive pregnancy test a few months later.

simon hates when you drink.

he completely trusts you when it comes to cheating, he would never suspect you of anything. however he doesn’t trust other people, especially other men.

as someone who loves being in control, simon hates how jealous he becomes when someone gets too close to you, he hates how weak he feels when you sympathise too much for his liking ; it reminds him of himself when he was young and vulnerable.

he'll rather die than admit that he feels jealous.

but you know, you see how he tightens his jaw when you go too far, squinting his eyes slightly, not even aware of what he's doing. you see how he sizes up people in order to deduce what they are up to. gosh you love it so much.

you love how simon looks at you with a hint of resentment in his eyes, trying his best not to make a scene. you love when he gets mean and mad enough to manhandle you without a care in the world, how he ends up fucking you harshly as he presses your head against the matress.

he always end up apologizing in the morning, guitly that he went too far. little does he know you kind of do it on purpose now...

part 2 of toxicboyfriend!simon

toxicboyfriend!simon who doesn’t bat an eye when you leave the apartment one evening, fat tears rolling down your cheeks after you confronted him about the 'other woman'.

toxicboyfriend!simon who doesn’t text you or call you, convinced that you will come back quicker than you left.

toxicboyfriend!simon who saw red when he came back from work the next day to see most of your essential belongings gone.

toxicboyfriend!simon who acts like he doesn't care, until he hears his colleagues talk about their lovely week end with their wives, until he comes home to a empty house, devoid of an ounce of warmth.

toxicboyfriend!simon who acts as unbothered by your disappearance but secretly stalks you through the gps he put on your car, he also sleeps in his truck parked in front of the hotel you stay in ; making sure to be aware of your every movments.

boyfriend!simon who after a week of spying finally gives in, knocking on your motel door 'get your ass back in the car' despite his harsh tone he sees you crack a smile, you know you won.

toxicboyfriend!simon who is absolutely in gun play. he'll put the muzzle on your temple as he's rutting his hips harshly against your ass in doggy style. is the gun loaded? you don’t even know.

toxicboyfriend!simon who forbids you to reach out to him first, only him can do that.

toxicboyfriend!simon who will make you think there's another woman to hide the fact that he is absolutely obsessed with you.

toxicboyfriend!simon who loves to tie you up to the bed and use you freely, ignoring your cries of pain. he might even leave you there afterwards, forgetting to untie you.

toxicboyfriend!simon who will make you believe everyone is against you so he can have you all to himself. because he's the only one who will ever care about you.

simon had no idea what got into you.

he didn’t recall doing anything bad lately.

the two of you spent the last month enjoying your time together as he had finally a well deserved vacation, he would pick you up every day after work and somehow always find a new place to make you discover. you were also having a lot of sex, leaving both of you even more in love after your intimate acts.

however he noticed you behaving differently since a few days, your kisses were only small pecks, you started to take your own car to go to work and you even refused to do anything, affirming you were tired.

of course simon would never be bothered by you not wanting to be intimate, but he could notice that you seemed a bit dispirited, your mind always somewhere else.

he was now walking upstairs, looking in the hallway's direction curiously ; he had called your name and you didn’t answer. "love ?" he asked as he swung the door open, his eyes falling on your silhouette.

you were in your pj's, sat on the edge of the bed in front of the mirror, you seemed uncomfortable as you rubbed the side of your neck. "i called ya, didn’t hear ?" he softly asked, still holding the doorknob.

his brows furrowed as he saw you looking at you in the wall-mounted mirror, "wha's wrong ?" he asked again, walking slowly to you, almost scared you'll run away.

you got up suddenly, facing him. "do you notice anything new on me ?"

shit.

the lieutnant mentally cursed himself, his eyes frantically roaming on you, same hair, no new nails, not a tattoo in sight. as he was observing you, he noticed your eyes becoming glossy and panicked even more. what the fuck was he not seeing ?

"did y'buy new socks ?" he said with his heart beating a little faster, funny how a high ranked man like him could become so thoughtless in front of you.

you sighed loudly in frustration. "fuck simon !" you turned back to the mirror and tears began to roll down your rosy cheeks as you looked at your reflection. "can’t you see how fuckin’ fat i got ?"

at this moment simon’s brain just short circuited. he frowned, looking at you in disbelief. now your behavior was all making sense, not wanting him to touch you anymore, to get intimate, refusing date nights at the restaurant.

"fuck’s sake baby did ya go nuts ?"

when he realized that he was standing there as you were sobbing in front of him, he quickly wrapped his buff arms around you, squeezing you tightly. you sobbed against his broad shoulder, hands hiding your face.

"please dove" ghost said, feeling strangely emotional by seeing you cry, "you're my whole world, you're perfect" he kept whispering sweet words, trying to shush you.

you only calmed down after a lot of praises from simon, not really believing him, it pained him to see you that way. these beautiful eyes of yours full of tears, lips shivering. the person who helped him open up about his own insecurities and traumatisms.

he wished you saw yourself as he saw you, as he saw his soon to be wife who was the most beautiful woman to him.

john price x price!reader

warning : slightly suggestive at the end.

john didn't even know how it happened.

it was a thursday afternoon, price was typing on his computer since four hours now, trying to go home as early as possible. his head was aching, his back muscles burning, but he couldn't just leave his paperwork just yet.

soon enough, multiple soft knocks were heard against his door.

"come in." john said while clearing his throat, dry after the time he spent working in silence in his office.

a woman entered the room, he couldn't recall her name but he knew she was a secretary, he talked to her a few time at the coffee machine. he raised an eyebrow and slightly straightened up, quite astonished by her unannounced visit.

"sorry to bother you, captain" she first said while staying at the threshold of the door, clearly not wanting to interrupt him in his work. "have you seen mrs price ? i've been trying to reach out to her for an urgent matter, but couldn't find her."

price's eyebrows furrowed even more, he didn't talk at first, trying to see if she was joking. seeing the woman squirm slightly at the entrance of the door, waiting for an answer and maybe a bit uncomfortable by john's silence, he spoke up, "um..." he looked at her up and down briefly, "i'm not sure." was the only thing he managed to say. he watched the woman exiting his office after she quickly thanked him.

after he was alone again, his eyes were on his door. who was mrs price ? he had no idea someone had the same name as him, let alone a woman. and why did the secretary think he would know where she was ?

after thinking about it for a minute, he quickly went back to work and what happened left his mind completely. until few days later.

price was talking to another captain in charge of an unit specializing in close quarter combat and hostage rescue, being a former member, price was quite close with the man.

"how come you never wear your ring ?" captain harris asked him, turning his body to his side.

"ma ring ?" john asked, taking a hit of his cigar, he could see the man observing closely his fingers.

"you're not married ?"

price let out a chuckle at the captain's question. price wasn't married, hell, he wasn't even seeing anyone. he was far from a saint, hooking up with people from time to time, but it's been a long time since he had a serious relationship simply because of the importance his work took in his life. he never had time for his partners, and when he had it, he would spend it worrying about his soldiers.

"bloody hell mate" he said, smoke coming out of his nostrils. "you takin' the piss ?"

captain harris looked at him warily, squinting his eyes.

after that, more of those interactions took place between john and some of his colleagues. he didn't really pay attention to it as he was truly busy.

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this bloody coffee machine. john mentally cursed it. he was already upset by the amount of work he had, the pile of dossiers not getting any smaller, and the only machine next to his office was out of order. in the state john was, he still decided to go in the common area to make himself a coffee, even if it was further away.

when he walked through the door, his eyes landed on a familiar figure, the secretary that came into his office earlier, catherine (he finally remembered her name). when she suddenly turned to him, a friendly smile naturally appeared on his face.

"oh, afternoon captain ! funny, i just saw your wife pass by" she said while gesturing to the small shared kitchen.

"wot the hell are you talkin' about" john's smile faded instantly, replaced by a confused expression.

without thinking he walked towards the kitchen area, leaving catherine utterly confused.

as he entered the room, his eyes fell on you, your back was turned to him, he could only observe you from behind from head to toe. a high range suit and stiletto heels, you were humming a tune, oblivious to the man behind you.

when you turned around, you almost spilled your hot coffee, startled by his presence.

"who in the world are ya ?" price immediately regretted saying that, he talked before thinking. gulping when he saw your brows furrow and the outraged look on your pretty face.

"excuse me ?" you said, gripping your mug with your second hand to prevent it from falling. "who are you ?" price mentally cringed at the way you emphasized the word.

he stayed silent while observing you, you were really charming, maybe the same age as him. despite the unpleasant expression on your face, price could only admire your features. with the way you were carrying yourself, along with the badge around your neck, he could tell you were someone of higher rank.

"hello ?" you called again, watching him with a confused, almost scared expression. you still didn't move.

"mrs price ?"

"and you are ?" you answered almost immediately.

he sized you up again, "captain price".

john felt like a teenager again under your gaze, he was almost uncomfortable, which was a rare occurrence. he quickly looked behind him, catherine was gone. fuck, no one to save him from the mess he put himself into. "they think we're marri-"

"i know" you cut him off, an amusing smile on your face. "i don't even have a ring." you confessed while looking down at his hands, you mentally noted that he didn't either. when you looked into price's eyes again, he had a faint smile on his face.

a short silence, you both looked into each other eyes.

"sorry for scaring ya." he scratched the back of his neck, looking at the floor.

you talked a bit more, even though price was dying under all the paperwork, he decided that a 10 minutes break wouldn't hurt. also, he didn't know how to use the new machine of the common area, and you kindly offered to help. after your small talk, basically laughing at your colleague's misunderstanding (not even knowing where it came from), he saw you look at your watch and straighten up.

"alright, i really need to go now." price felt a hint of disappointment, "thanks for the small talk..." you stilled, looking at him as if you were waiting for something.

"john"

"john." you repeated, a smug smirk on your face. you weren't slick at all.

the captain couldn't help but let his eyes wander on your silhouette as you were walking away. you were truly a gorgeous woman.

refusing to aknowledge the fact that his pants got a little tighter, ashamed by himself and how aroused he was feeling ; he leaned against the counter, looking down at his feet. "fuckin' hell john" he mumbled.

but he just couldn't help it, you were so attractive, and thinking about you as his supposed wife was making him feel things. locking his door as soon as he got back in his office, price unzipped hurriedly his pant as he sat on his chair. no, he definitely didn't touch himself, sure thing is, he didn't last long imagining what he could do to you if you were his missus price.

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nana's note -> ugh i love down bad price, was thinking about making a riley, garrick and/or mactavish version probably