Warnings: Groping, Oral (sevika Recieving), Bottom Sevika, One Slap On The Ass, Cum Sharing?, Im Not

Uhm maybe this is too evil but. I’m thinking about getting a divorce from Price. It’s not angry and it’s not contested— in fact, it’s him who makes the suggestion.

You’ve been trying for a baby for years, with no results. And it’s put a strain on you both. Broken the love you shared. You can’t help but feel guilty— you wanted to have a child, but family was his dream. And you couldn’t give it to him. Blaming yourself just widened the divide wedging between you.

He insists you take the house. You’re the one who tried so hard for so long to make it home. Spent your time there alone when he was deployed. You sell it— not able to bring yourself to face the empty nursery, no matter how many coats of fresh paint it had.

Simon helped you move. As John’s right hand, it was almost like he was still with you. And it’s true— John had asked Simon to make sure you were alright. That you’d had everything you needed. But Simon would’ve done that whether he’d asked or not. He’d always been fond of you. Spent holidays with you both, helped you with Christmas dinners. He knew from the moment he met you why John had fallen in love with you. You just made it so easy.

He keeps visiting. Helping you unpack. Set things up. Do little fixes John used to take care of for you. Taking you out places so you don’t sit in the grief for too long.

It doesn’t take long for something to develop. Maybe something had always been there, like a dormant little seed in cold winter soil, waiting for a spring. It comes to a head right before he ships out for a deployment. The night after you sleep together for the first time is the best night’s rest you’ve had since the separation.

But a few weeks later, you don’t feel so well.

And two little lines look back at you from a tiny screen as you grip the bathroom sink to keep your balance.

we are all sinners

cw: somnophilia, dubcon

They’re his favorite shorts.

Cotton. Gray. Plain.

Hug your ass perfectly.

Fabric resting just right above the curve of your cheeks, reveals just a little of the mouth-watering skin he wants to sink his teeth into.

He thinks he might’ve been able to control himself, climb into bed next to you, and pull you in his arms instead of defiling you. Sleep the urge away and take you in the morning when you’re proper awake. That would be the right thing to do, let his sweet girl get the rest you deserve.

It’s not his fault, really, not when you’re also wearing his shirt, makes something possessive curl in his chest at the ‘RILEY’ printed in bold on your back.

You’re too tempting for your own good; how is he supposed to let you sleep when you’ve gone and done such a thing?

He runs a calloused hand up your calf, spreading your pretty legs just a smidge more so he can crawl his way between them. The jostling doesn’t wake you, never does, but when his fingers brush against the backs of your thighs, spreading his touch wide over your skin you make a sleepy noise, not quite awake yet.

When his hands find claim to your ass, kneading the supple flesh, he has to physically stifle a groan as he watches the fat give away under his touch. Another noise comes from above him, his greedy hands pulling you closer and closer to clouded consciousness.

You feel it, he’s sure, a slight tickling on the backs of your thighs that doesn’t quite make sense yet, not when you’re still in the tight confines of sleep’s grasps, wound in a thick fog. Must be even more confusing when his thumb dips lower, smears against your cloth covered cunt.

That makes another noise slip past your lips, a little more coherent this time, leisured strokes waking you enough that you shift slightly, fingers tightening in the sheets under you.

“Simon?”

He doesn’t say anything, just presses his thumb a little firmer against your cunt. You buck into the touch, a small patch of the gray fabric staining darker, your arousal seeping through the shorts even through your sleep-fuddled mind. You rustle your cheek against your pillow, blinking bleary-eyed down at him, lids still heavy, drowsy and dazed.

You’re so docile, sleep still weighing your limbs down, that you let him slip your shorts and underwear down your legs without a fight. Your pretty cunt bare to him, drenched and clenching around nothing as he returns home between your thighs again. Eager to be stuffed even when sleep borders your irises.

When his fingers nudge along your wet folds, the noise you make is so pretty, that it makes his cock throb painfully in his boxers.

He finds his fingers in your half asleep cunt more times than not when he comes home late. He can’t help himself, not when you’re so pliant and soft, handing your obedience over to him, and letting him bend you as he pleases. Let him take his time without complaint, work you nice and stretched while you just lay there and take it. Lazily rutting your hips in the sheets, too tired to do anything, but enjoy the stretch.

“Simon?” You whimper again.

“Yeah, baby,” He finally hums, “Jus’ relax f’me, yeah? Jus’ wanna play with her for a bit.”

tommy knows the second simon comes home on his most recent leave that something’s up. that something’s different about him. and it only takes the briefest exchange of looks with beth to know exactly what it is.

there’s a dumb, lovestruck glint in simon’s eyes that wasn’t previously present.

of course, simon still greets his family in his usual dry tones; with his characteristic dismissiveness when asked about work. he still rolls his eyes when tommy pokes fun at him, and his shoulders still seem like they’re weighed down from carrying the world, but it’s all done with this look. this expression tommy has never seen on his brother’s face before.

it’s hard to decipher and impossible to find a reason for—at least, until simon is asking if one of his work friends could join them for dinner one night since he’d be in town, during his own transit home in a few days’ time.

as he asks, that spark returns. beth and tommy talk later that night in hushed voices, crawling into bed, and decide immediately that this work friend has something to do with simon’s nearly undetectable change in demeanour.

when they’re introduced to one john mactavish, that assumption proves itself painfully true.

even being the near complete opposite of simon—chatty and loud, though not unpleasantly so, and all smiles—tommy thinks john is perfect for his brother. he must be, if he can get simon to look at him like that. like tommy looks at beth. like john had hung the moon and stars just for simon.

john brings out some unique, hidden part of simon that had maybe never existed before, or had been buried deep. it’s sickeningly sweet, the love with which simon manages to infuse into the nickname johnny whenever addressing him. it’s terribly heartwarming, how john gets simon to open up more than he has in years.

and when john leaves, that spark dims, but never dies. tommy and beth say they’re happy for him, which is met with a confused look and a wave and a disgruntled goodnight.

huh.

clearly the story goes deeper than tommy thought.

he and beth (and maybe even joseph) will certainly be questioning simon about john over breakfast the next morning. if simon thought he could escape, well. he thought wrong.

it’s only fair that simon tells his family about the man that put that new light into his eyes.

I’ve made a diagram

mdni ꨄ︎

loser!ellie who your friends doubted when you gave the geek a chance, thinking she wouldn't have any game or wouldn't even have the balls to try anything.

you could never prove them wrong, because you'd have to tell them how good she gives it to you when fucking you with her tongue "love th-this... pussy..." she hums way too often.

how good she hits it when she easily slides 2 fingers in and out your greedy pussy, stretching you out, with whimpers of her own whenever she feels you clench around her "a-ahh baby, gon need my fingers later, you know?"

how she surprises you too, pulling out a pink strap she spent weeks online browsing for and slurring "wanted to uhh... fill your pussy, babe, you want it?" and how you end up with your leg being held up and ellie's dick stuffing you to the brim.

and of course you'd never tell how loud she makes you. and dumb. when you get a good grade as a result of her awesome tutoring she has to reward you. "my baby's so smart, huh?" not anymore...

ellie's so fucking in love, she loves when your pussy lips kiss hers, she creams on you everytime. you've never had someone so obsessed with your pussy that they draw it on their sketchbook before. you're obsessed with hers too and she tastes good.

Soap who thought that when you called him "Dove", you were just being sweet and affectionate. No ulterior meaning

Soap who only realized that wasn't the case when you called him "Irish Spring" while upset at him one day

The realization finally Dawned on him

currently thinking about the time i absently mindedly started humping his leg cause i was worked up and he was being a fucking tease. didn't even realize i was doing it till he ASKED if thats what i was doing. i went to stop cause fuck that's embarrassing and he just pressed his leg harder against me and told me not to stop till i finished

the whole fucking time he was making fun of me and shit i need him so bad man i am horrendously into everything that man wants

lasted maybe 3 minutes, and he mocked me when i finished.... please.... god please do it again i need that in my life

anyways, now i have to write a fic based on this experience because im just THINKING so hard about it rn.... god damn...

I love that for ec!141 soap and gaz always try to be respectful with reader, but what do you think would break them?

Sleepy reader falling asleep between them on the couch

realizing you feel safe enough to curl up, head resting on Gaz’s shoulder and your feet tucked under Soap’s thighs (bonus points if you’re wearing one of the random tshirts the four of them share)

Gaz trying so hard not to move, but his blood feels like molten lava when your pretty eyes blink open, looking up at him, voice sleep laden as you try to get comfortable again

“don’t move… you’re comfy..” and you’re already nodding off again, tucked safely between two of your newest guard dogs

Okay... all the fucking aside...

I just want to play with and grope Simon's buff pecs reverently, okay? I want to toy with his nipples and make him squirm underneath me while he tries to act like it doesn't affect him that much, but...

Sir, I can see the flush on your stubbly cheeks? SIR, I can feel your thick cock getting harder and larger inside your underwear?

I might (I will) nip at his cute nipple, flick my wet tongue over it, moan around it when I feel it harden between my lips and then bite it gently to make him gasp and then grumble in annoyance, though he still doesn't push me off of him.

And while I suck and lick on one hard bud, I'll play with the other; pinch it between my fingertips, lick my thumb and flick it over it until that cute bud is hard, too.

Meanwhile, I'm getting wet as hell just playing with his massive man tits; feeling his skin twitch and thick muscles flex beneath my touch. I can hear the way he inhales sharply through his nose and then tries to exhale slowly to control himself.

I'm worshipping him again and he still can't wrap his head around the Why?, but that's okay, because I'll do it anyway.

Man's just trying to read a book in our bed and here I am, sneaking up on him (although he saw and heard me coming, ha!) and rucking up his sleep shirt, up to his collarbones to reveal his perfect chest; my eyes darkening as if I found a treasure while he merely peeks over the edge of his hardcover book with an arched and scarred eyebrow, just the tiniest bit curious.

"If ah yer wan' me ta make luv to ya, jus' say so, lovey," he rumbles eventually, closing the book with a loud thud and placing it back on his bedside table with a sigh.

But I shake my head, glancing up at him with fluttering lashes as I shake my head, tongue circling his nipple lewdly, nearly drooling on it.

"Later," I coo softly, not even bothering to hide my amusement and excitement, "Wanna see if I can make you cum like this."

He snorts then, brows furrowing slightly as he cups the side of my neck with one calloused hand, his touch gentle and affectionate, despite the fact that his hand is large enough to wrap around my throat effortlessly.

The thought makes me squirm on top of him and he knows, because his lips crack into an imperceptible smile.

"Go on, then," he says eventually, kissing his teeth in challenge, "Ya jus' 'ave ta try hard enough, lovey."

And oh my God.... I would.

This scenario also applicable for Soap, Gaz, Price, Keegan, and König. 😭