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••.•´¯`•.•• 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 ••.•´¯`••

EXTRA TAGS: NSFW, mlm, handjob, making out, MDNI, no aftercare

WARNING: NEW WRITTER

The secret affair with Simon and McTavish was obvious, a well-known fact. The glances the two give each other. Giving discreet attention to one another during debriefs, hand on thigh. Being attached by the hip, walking, sitting together.

For example, Simon loves tomatoes; yet he lies to let John eat them.

“Hey, Johnny. You like tomatoes?”

"Hell yeah! D'ye no like them?" Soap exclaimed, a grin painted on his lips. Energetic as always, eyes flashing in pure excitement.

“Er.. no.” Riley shook his blonde head, picking the tomatoes off his salad, making sure to get every one. Handing the lad the fruit, others were confused. This was not the behavior or treatment of the lieutenant. Gaz started to speak up, cut off by the glare of Ghost. His devilish brown eyes, the stone cold facade scaring off anymore voices in the mess hall within a five feet radius. Not letting anyone advise Johnny that Simon really loves tomatoes.

Then, the expression that Soap had when Riley finally showed his face, during that mission. That was way before the two have been dating, oblivious to each other's love. Johnny was practically the tomato that Simon would hand him. Like the weight of stress evaporated off of his shoulders when he saw those scars covering Simon’s face, the blonde hair was a little messy due to the balaclava; however, so silky and beautiful. Johnny's eyes wide like a full moon, orbs looking at Riley’s features. Unable to focus his gaze at anyone else in the room, the clock ticking in the background had stopped and all there was one frame, Simon. Sharp jawline and all, how could such a handsome man hide from him? Johnny felt goosebumps in his arms, yet it wasn’t cold in the facility. He couldn’t blink, scared that the sacred sight would disappear when his vision would fall black. Abruptly, his daydream would shrivel away. Hearing the felt when the new mask overlay Riley’s visage. The clock now continued ticking and people around him came into perspective.

After that day, McTavish accepted his undeniable feelings for the British man.

Finally, Price would notice the duo sneak off during training time. Some place hidden, Captain didn’t want to find out. In fear of finding an intimate sight. Seeing Johnny wrapped around Simon, lips interlocked in a passionate embrace. Simon’s calloused hands gripping the Scottish man’s thighs, not able to let go. Even with the cloth of trousers, his clasp could leave swollen marks. Perceiving McTavish's back against the hard wall. As he attempts to clutch Riley’s mask, deprived of Simon’s face. Johnny's body being lifted from the ground, stiff legs wrapped around the lieutenant's strong waist. Hips rocking against each other in hungry arousal, dry humping each other. Desperate for attention and release. Breathy pants coming from both individuals, faces flush and desperate groans at each impact on each other's hard. Bulges rubbing against each other in rough thrusts. Feeling electric waves travel from their tips through their abdomen. Each lightning strike compelling them to propel each other's hips in a monstrous frenzy.

Or that time when Laswell was walking down the hall, past some barracks. Laswell strode by a door labeled: ‘LIEUTENANT RILEY’. Some unnerving noise, muffled behind the door. Groans and sighs when the ruffle of sheets. The familiar voices make Kate stop in her tracks, prior to quickly realizing the activities the two are committing in. Laswell quickly sped up her pace, leaving the two in their time. She didn’t want to be an observer, she’s not that nosy. The sounds of the two men being halfway unclothed, each other's parts moving with sync. Johnny's backside on the mattress, while Simon is on his knees. Muscled legs right on top of Riley’s. Shafts in one hand, attached to a tattooed arm. Simon’s grand hand moving in a tight grip, slow and steady. Eachothers privates twitch in need, using their semen for easier travel to pleasure land. As these events are happening, Johnny finds his strength. He shifts his body up, lips and teeth immediately finding Riley’s breast. Mouth wrapped around his nipple, soaps much tanner hand finding Simon's side. Latching onto him like his life depends on Simon’s body.

“O- oh.. fuck Johnny.. Johnny..” Riley pleas, head falling back. dirty blonde eyebrows furrowed, teeth clenched against each other. Trying his best to hold back the arousal filled weeps. Simon’s body gets needier and needier, his hand going up and down rapidly. Held back sounds becoming unleashed between the both of them, the fluttered closed eyes. Open up, unclothing the brown orbs. Blonde lashes over the eyelids, the brown iris rolling back. Sweet beads on Simon’s nose, eyes watery in indulgence. One another’s mind going hazy, on cloud nine. The stars and clouds of Evan were so close yet so far away. The ecstasy like an electric chair, shocks going through their bodies. Pumping the vast base vigorously.

“I- Simon.. g’nna cum sir..” Johnny whined, absolutely wrecked. Simon could relate, seen in the same manner. “M’too.. P..please- same time,” Simon groaned back, a tense and shaky nod from the Scottish lad.

Suddenly, the gravid rods find release. Spraying their hot, dense output. Simon milking themselves of every last drop, in sync whimpers and whines coming from the men. Each length falling soft, the two minds finding reality. Leaving themself a wet mess, each other's faces in the crook of hickey and bite covered necks.

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╭⊰ Bartending ⊱╮

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Your job was at a local bar, you worked as the barkeeper. You would pour, mix, and serve the drinks at Antonio’s Bar. It was a rather small place, close enough to the military nearby.

You did your job quite well and there’s no arguing on that, but you’ve never really had a favorite customer like most.

Until you met Price, you learned he was actually stationed in the base nearby. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, honestly this place was full of military men and women due to their close proximity.

He was supposed to be a normal guy, nothing strange. But then he came there over and over again. Sooner or later, you were able to memorize his order.

Whiskey, ten shots into a glass cup. On rocks.

A simple order, yet a one that somehow is still engraved into your mind.

One late night, the chatter of drunken people was in the background with much laughter. With the smell of smoke and alcohol that hung in the air, it was a relaxing and pleasant environment. Bar fights were relatively rare.

Price walks in and makes his way to the bar counter where you worked your shift. He sat in the bar stool and gave a smile.

“The usual please.”

He requested. But something was different; His pals were here, how cheerful. One in a mask, one with a Mohawk, and another other guy. You knew them due to Price talking about them. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz.. if you remember it right.

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✧•·.·´¯·.·• Age Gap •·.·´¯·.·•✧

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You’ve joined the Task Force of 141 a couple years back. Your bond with the members was strong, even if you weren’t with them that long. They see your capabilities and none of them use your younger age to make you seen as a disadvantage

Your age was around mid-twenties and no one was too old for you, Soap was 29, Ghost was just 30 and Gaz was 29 as well. Except, Price. The Age Gap was..concerning. A 39 year old with such a young soul, you didn’t care. You rather found his age gap to be quite attractive.

One day you're in Price's well kept office, just chatting. You seem to spend your free time with your little crush. He didn’t mind that, he couldn’t admit the attraction he felt towards you.

The way you talk with such emotion and then the way you have your hair. Those eyes.. They could convince him to commit murder to an orphanage.

Sooner or later, the topic of age came up. Like age a recruit can join, blah, blah, blah.

“So how old are you anyways?” You inquired, with a smile on your face.

“Old enough to be your father, sweetheart.”

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•´¯`•. Last Night .•´¯`•

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When Price added you to the team, you bonded well with the others. Especially a close bond with the lieutenant. Which was weird, he wasn’t known for attachment. However, it felt right.. being with you.

You laughed at his stupid, retarted dad jokes; hugged him when he needed it but never actually having him open up. A silent agreement that you two wouldn’t peer into each other's past, focusing on building a relationship for the future. The future that would burn quick, like a flame to paper.

Laughing, crying, going into battle together. Life finally, finally, felt.. right. You enjoyed it, you had your brother Simon and team by your side. Drinking while saying the most dumb things, but it’s ok because you two are siblings. Family doesn’t stop at blood.

As you and Simon left the chopper for the mission ahead, noise of the battlefield and smell of bloodshed filled your senses. Adrenaline rushing through your veins, you battle together as one. Shooting your enemies down as Simon tackles a soldier behind you.

Abruptly, an ambush happens. Leaving you and Simon hiding; waiting for backup. Simon was in worse condition, hanging onto a cliff. You did your best to stay calm, wrapping up any wounds with his and your mini med kits. The rescue team was sure taking their sweet time, you pray they hurry up.

Simon checks the bloodied up mask and nose, touching it with his dirty calloused fingers, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“Hey,” he started, panting a bit. “Would it be funny if this night was the last time we talked to each other?”

Suddenly the realization of all the possibilities hit you like a brick, is this really the end? Did that paper finish burning, turning into small ash particles? Your ears ring, breathing ragged. Eyes wide, watery. But you hold all that back, feeling a lump in your throat.

”hah, uh yea.” You trail off, looking away momentarily. Not wanting Simon to see you get emotional, before reverting your gaze back to his injuries. Simon hissing and wincing.

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Extra Tags: Sadism, Gore, lewd NSFW topics, M!Reader x Simon Riley, kinky

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A praying mantis may eat their partner after mating, it is a biological phenomenon called sexual cannibalism. Now it’s not very common for most breeds of praying mantis, it does occur. Usually for nutrition and evolutionary benefits, however some rumors say the cannibal enjoys this ritual.

Similar for humans…

The human species have a tendency to pop out some rare beings out of the old baby-maker, mainly due to the environment the offspring were born in. Being used sexually or pained physically may change a child’s thinking. Causing their mind to wander into an almost mindset of ranks. Building the hierarchy of prey and predator.The prey becomes the predator. Or in some cases, the prey starts to enjoy the pain inflicted on them from the predator. Sadism and masochism. 

One predator feeling the blood and seeing the bruises on their prey’s body.The predator’s shit-eating grin with obsessive lust pumping through their veins; eyes practically forming hearts. The prey sobbed tears of arousal looking at the predator with submission. Face flushed and nails clawing at the sheets with their back arched. Purple spots covered their aching skin, gashes looking like consolations. You might find the predator's initials on the prey’s body somewhere. Mixed in with the crimson liquid might be a more lewd white fluid. Coming from the partners' privates.

What happens when two sadists board the train of intercourse? 

Well, they usually inflict pain on each other. Arousal and dopamine fill their wicked minds. Like a drug, the sight of blood and tears on each other become a constant sensation. Frames covered in each other's own intentional pain, addicted to each other. Like merciless wolves, tearing and crippling to each others content. But oh how did you enjoy it. 

The rough childhood and adulthood made you two be surrounded by chaos and bloodshed. As kids, you both would flee the terror. Now you have become what you fear, attacking your victims with arousal. 

The battlefield adrenaline rush became a compelling feeling, soon turning on how you two act in the bedroom. This similarity has caused a bond and arrangement to be formed. Simply, Fuck-buddies. A way to unleash the grim spirit the universe couldn’t handle on each other. 

It was wrong, Simon knew that. But we’ve heard of Anti-heroes.. that’s what this is.. please don’t say this is wrong, it feels too good. Doing the wrong thing for the right reason.

Fucking each other brainless to the sound of pure agony. Although the feeling of pain was alright, the sight of your absolute primitive gaze. Viewing him like a piece of meat, a lamb to tear apart was the ethereal. Then being able to see your ruined body all because of his calloused hands. He could get high off of this shit.