#simon cod

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Simon Riley, who didn't believe in the afterlife until Johnny.

He's not a religious man by any means. He had never stepped foot in a church, and never understood why do people devote their life to religion anyways.

And then a summers afternoon, and Johnny's gone. Simon's His dog tags and cross hanging from his neck, stained with the aftermath of Johnny's sacrifice.

Simon has never understood the concept of an afterlife, never bothered to think much about it even.

But now that Johnny was gone, he could see how people stands in front of an altar for hours now, praying for peace in a god that might not even exist. He could feel the desperation trying to crawl out of his heart whenever he kneels in front of a cross, hoping, trying to believe in an afterlife where Johnny was better off in.

Because he doesn't think he could handle the truth that the man who had painted his life in colours he never knew exists now laid in the bottom of the Scottish Highlands in the form of ashes, his dog tags now just a scrap of metal laying next to Simon's heart, with nobody associated with the name Johnny Mactavish now.

[hidingwhere]

John Prices wife coming to pick him up at the airport after he returns from a mission, but the car is now full of military men.

One look at the three boys, completely exhausted and pulling their phones out to book a taxi had your heart crying. Without thinking, you offered them all a lift to yours and Johns home for them to stay overnight.

So now there’s three men cramped onto your three backseats, John having the luxury of sitting in the front. Simon is on the end (still in his balaclava but luckily not the skull mask because you’d be a little creeped out seeing that every time in the rear view mirror), Johnny in the middle and then Kyle on the other end. Johnny complains for about 10 minutes that he’s squished in and has no room to move but after that he’s completely zonked out on Simons shoulder.

Your music plays quietly through the speakers and they’re happy to listen to anything that isn’t gun shots or explosions.

Once you arrive home, they all climb out the car, grabbing their bags from the boot and dumping them down in the living room.

“Place looks less lifeless than last time I was here,” comments Johnny.

“Finally got a woman’s touch to it,” adds Kyle.

You smile a little at the non-direct compliment. Price also looks around, noticing the little details that have changed or the things that have been added around his house, keeping a hand on your back. He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling “I missed you” against your lips.

“I missed you too. But it looks like you’ve lost weight.” You glance down at his body. “I’ll fatten you up again,” you tease with a little giggle as he chuckles.

It’s around 9pm by the time you’ve cooked dinner for four people who have appetites of bears. They all look at you as if you’re an angel sent from heaven when they see the food, sitting down at the dining table silently and scoffing down the meal.

By 10pm, you go into the living room thinking they’re all watching TV but instead they’re all asleep. You grab some spare blankets from beside the sofa and cover them up except for John. You shake him awake and make him move upstairs into bed with you. There’s no way you’re letting him sleep on the sofa and not with you after weeks apart.

[koling2345]

Simon with a young and soft girlfriend. NSFW

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Boyfriend! Simon who: Was completely whipped for you, would do anything you asked without question, he'd kiss even the ground you walked on, just say the word and he'll do it.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Bought a new cell phone just to talk to you, his old cubicle could barely hold a video call with you, and now he could finally listen to you chatting away with him every time he had free time. And.. You also sent him some really nice pictures, and he kept them all on his new cell phone for his own personal use.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Sometimes it took him a while to catch up with you in all your youth, not physically, but in your interests, hobbies, the games you liked, series you watched. He wasn't that old, but keeping up with everything you did wasn't that easy, but he tried to get into your vibe. Give him a few days, he'll soon have everything in a notebook, the game you're so excited about, he'll soon be talking with you about it. He makes a point of knowing something or other, just to get into your world, to make you happy.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Melted in place when you showed off your new hoodie, which had his name, 'Riley, written right across the chest. You looked so beautiful wearing an outfit with his name written on it, as if it were a ownership, and he was grateful that you wore the hoodie without any shame, proudly showing who you belonged to.

Boyfriend! Simon who: After listening to you nagging him all week to get a hoodie just like yours, with your name on it, he finally gave in and made one. Just like yours, it had your name on the chest, showing everyone what a couple you two were. As much as he thought it was corny to wear matching clothes, he didn't mind if it was with you. He even put a Kuromi print on his hoodie, since you almost cried for him to put something from Hello Kitty on it. Sometimes he hated this cat and her derivatives, but he did it for you. All for his princess.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Always bought things for you, every time he came to see you, he never came empty-handed. Were you on your period? He would bring you chocolates and flowers, along with your favorite snacks. Did you pass through a store and want to buy something? Well, it'll be at your house as soon as possible. If he couldn't bring it himself, you could be sure that the package would arrive at your house the next day. He wasn't petty, he had plenty of money to spend and he liked spending it on you.

Boyfriend! Simon who: When he went out with you, he wouldn't let you spend a penny, no matter if you wanted a simple ice-cream, he would pay for you. And if he saw your eyes glazing over at something you saw in the shop window, he'd go and pick it up with you. Every time you went out together, you always came back with several bags of shopping, along with the plushies you loved so much. Simon didn't even know how you were going to fit more stuffed animals into your room, with all the stuff you already had.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Is a complete gentleman to you, carries your bag, always takes his helmet off you, as well as before you get on his bike, he attaches the helmet in place himself. He's the type to take you on his arms, just to stop you stepping in a puddle of water and getting your feet wet. And if you're tired, he'll carry you like a princess all the way home without complaint.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Is quite jealous of you, you're young, beautiful, and you're with an old geezer like him. Although he recognized his own value, he couldn't help but feel a sense of possession over you every time someone looked at you with ulterior motives. As a result, he would always mark you on the neck, or put a hand around your waist, always putting a part of himself in you so that everyone would know who you belonged to.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Was a completely kind prince to you on the streets, but he would wreck you inside the bedroom. He loved that you were all submissive to him, always taking him so well, accommodating him as if you were made for it. Even if he opened you all up with his fat cock, your tight cunt would stretch to accommodate him, it was like heaven on earth.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Made you bend over all night, fucking you on all fours, your ass up while he admired the new panties you made such a point of showing off to him. 'Simon's' was the writing on the lace, just seeing you wearing it made his cock throb, he took several photos of you wearing the panties, as well as giving you a good spanking session while you were over his knees, just because you loved being his good little girl.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Recorded a video as soon as he had worn you out on the bed, pulling his cock out of you, to see the mess coming out of your pussy that was full, opening your folds just to see his cum running down your thighs. Your cunt full of him, leaking because he came so hard in you. It's not his fault, seeing you on your stomach, your panties written 'Simon's', you were begging to be fucked. And he'd love to watch the video he recorded himself, his time alone at the base would be lovely.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Had a photo of you on his cell phone, bent over his knee while wearing a short skirt and thigh-high stockings, ass up, pink lace panties. On top of that, a bright red mark on your ass, the mark of the slap he had given you minutes before taking the photo, he is very proud to use this picture, and he's not shy if someone caught it. In addition, the lock screen photo was of you smiling while wearing his famous balaclava, one of the few times he let you touch the mask. Not that he regrets it.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Knew he was going on a dangerous mission, he didn't know when he was coming back, or if he was coming back. So a week before going on said mission, he took a whole week to spend with you. No work, no nothing, just him and you.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Fucked you all week, on your stomach, bending over, missionary, cowgirl, on the wall, living room, bedroom, bathroom, table, floor. Any surface he could slide his thick cock into your folds was fine with him. He couldn't stand the sight of you bending down to pick something up, or when you wore his clothes inside the house. The sight automatically made his cock throb, hard as a rock to fuck you again, always making sure to fill you with his seed, to the point where it was leaking out of you. Only then is he sure that he's filled you to the brim, like a good boyfriend does.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Wasn't very good with goodbyes, so he fucked you all night, all night he had you in a missionary, that's when he wasn't burying himself between your legs. He filled you up so well that night, the bed was full of wet spots, your pussy as full as ever, he'd leave you leaking with his cum, mixing your mess with his, just to bury himself in you and start all over again. He was relentless. His job was done, since you slept like an angel that night.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Went out on his mission early in the morning, grateful that you were out like a light, covered in sucks and marks from last night, making him tempted to go back to bed and hold on to you. But he couldn't, so he settled for a kiss on your lips and forehead. His farewell was a handwritten letter, explaining the details and saying that he loved you very much and would come back to you. Even so, it wasn't enough to prevent the tears that fell down your cheeks when you found out everything.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Even though he was on the battlefield, he couldn't stop thinking about you, always trying to maintain some kind of contact, sending messages every time he had a second of time, and if it was possible, when he was resting, he would call you. Every time the mission dragged on, he felt a sense of dread in his chest. Simon couldn't have realized how important you were, and that scared him, because for the first time in a long time, he was afraid that he wouldn't be alive to finish the mission. He promised himself that if he made it out alive, he would ask for your hand in marriage.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Stayed in a very remote area, his cell phone didn't work there, and he had no way of communicating with you, and that killed him inside, not being able to know how you were. And you were worried to death, thinking the worst.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Came home after four and a half months, of those four months he spent three without being able to talk to you. So as soon as he got off the plane that brought him back, he went to your apartment, stopping first at a jewelry store to buy you a ring, and he spared no expense. You were going to be his wife.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Was all giddy about arriving at your house, preparing to give you a surprise. As well as coming back alive, he was going to ask you to marry him, get on his knees for you. Then he rang the doorbell, still dressed in his work uniform, the box with the ring in one hand, and your favorite flowers in the other.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you after all this time. It wasn't just emotion, his eyes caught your form, wearing one of his shirts, which barely did the job of covering your swollen belly. Well, it seems, he wasn't the only one with a surprise.

[manicrouge]

'I'm too old to do anythin' like that now,' Simon says, shaking his head.

'But daddy,' whines the little girl standing in front of him, her small hands tugging at his black t-shirt, 'mummy was telling me all about how you a- and my uncles used to save the world and I wanna learn cause I wanna be just like you!'

He lifts his head, spying you standing in the doorway with a bright grin on your face. 'What you tellin' her that for?'

'Because she wants to know how to beat the boys in the street when they're having water fights,' you say, 'thought your military experience would come in handy.'

'They're always laughin' at me,' she pouts, 'and sayin' I can't fight cause I'm a girl.'

There's a switch that is flipped at her confession and when he looks to her and then raises his head to look at you, you swear you're looking at the Lieutenant instead of your husband.

'Is that so?' he asks, to which your daughter nods her head quickly. He holds his hand out to her and she takes it happily. 'We'll teach them to mess with a Riley, ey sweet pea?'

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iykyk uncolored version under the cut

holy fuck this made me legit tweak out, im never doing lineart of tactical stuff EVER again OG pic:

[madsfrank]

Imagine Simon beating himself up over you…

It’s late at night in the barracks, the task force had almost lost you to a bullet wound embedded in your side, another hour without treatment and you would have been lost for good. You lie in your quarters, having been treated and given fluids that you needed to live, when suddenly you hear a heavy knocking at the metal door.

It’s Simon, his knuckles are bloody from hours using a punching bag without thinking, his mask halfway on his face to reveal him as a panting mess still sweaty with effort. With your permission, he cracks open the door halfway, just to stare out at you in the faint glow of the room.

“You can come in Si, I can’t see you like that.”

He shuts the door softly. Afraid to rouse you anymore from needed sleep. Once enveloped in the darkness you were using to rest, he is dragging himself over to you and leaning over your frame in a manner far too intense for you in such a state.

“Si? What’s wrong?”

As you reach your hand up to his masked jaw, he suddenly takes your wrist in a heavy grip and forces your hand on his cheek.

He says nothing yet, closing his eyes to the touch and letting his breathing slow as he reminds himself you are alive….he had lost himself in hours of training and needed to remind himself that the mission was not a total failure, you were alive.

He would prefer it if you punched him, let him know how foolish it was to let you slip away from him, let him know it was all his fault and—

Instead he settles for breathing you in, muttering that he’s glad you didn’t leave, but the muttering becomes more of a groan as you try to pull him to bed with you, mewling at your gentle touch.

He’d prefer not to be seen like this, but then why would he have come to your room, other than to fall into your embrace and remind himself he’s grounded.

As he lies with you, he tells himself that someday soon he’ll take the mask off, only for you. You’re the only one that can see him like this.

With that thought, he lets himself drift off with you.

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[cantharel]

Whenever Simon spent a lot of time away in a mission, the two of you almost had a ritual when he's back, one that Simon loved with all his heart.

Every time he came home, he craved your food. Each time, he felt his stomach rumble when he smelled what you had prepared for him. And don't even mention dessert, because he loves that vanilla cake that only you know how to make.

He loved the feeling of having sex with you after so long away. The feeling was stronger than ever. But that wasn't all, what he loved even more was having you in his arms, so the first thing he did was hug you, tuck you into his arms and stay that way for a good few minutes.

Simon didn't say anything. He just hugged you and smelled you, a comforting smell, uniquely your own, that made him feel at home.

It took him a while to let go of you, and as soon as he did, he would spend time looking at you, a small smile on his face as he kissed your forehead.

He loved you so much, you could already tell by these actions. A silent 'I love you' every time he kissed your forehead, looking at you tenderly even though he was exhausted.

His favorite part was when you pampered him. He would never admit it out loud, but by God, he loved it when you bathed him, massaging and kissing his body while you gossiped about what had happened while he was away.

His hands on your hips, a warm, lazy smile on his lips as you told him that the neighbor had done something in her apartment. Which always fell on deaf ears. He didn't give a damn about the old lady. He just wanted to hear your voice.

He wanted to hear something that would give him peace, something that was different from the gunfire and explosions of that last mission. You let him grounded, reminding him that he was home.

And when it was finally time for him to rest with you, all he did was throw himself on the bed, and he allowed himself to be the little spoon in these situations. It seemed silly, but Simon felt safe when he was in your arms, the feeling of being held by you calmed him down, and when he was tired like that, he would settle down in the comfort of your embrace for a good night's sleep. And it always worked.

But first, he gave your ring hand a gentle kiss, smiling slightly when he saw the wedding band on your fingers, and then he whispered a "I love you," letting tiredness overcome him. He had married the right person, that was enough to make his heart light, to give him a reason to be happy after getting back from a mission.

He has a reason to come home now. And he's more than content with it.

Simon didn't know how long he would be at home, but he would certainly enjoy most of the time with you, his love.

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[expominds]

mdni 18+!, cw: smut, slight breeding kink, sex in the car

reblogs are always appreciated <3

sometimes simon just can’t help himself. he will dick you down no matter where you are. shower? hot water is long gone. public? you better keep your mouth shut. bedroom? be as loud as you want.

but, christ, this man goes feral over rutting into you in the car.

‘30 minutes from home but i can’t wait any longer, sweet girl,’ he’ll growl as he harshly steps on the brakes, cutting off into a secluded, wooded off area. the car is shut off and he’s ordering you the back seat, to which you happily oblige. his cock is so hard he can’t think straight :(

‘be a good girl and let me breed that tight little cunt of yours, yeah,’ he murmurs into your ear as he eases himself inside of you, your pussy clenching down as he buries himself to the hilt.

10 minutes haven’t even passed and the car is squeaking and shaking, the windows foggy as your sweaty bodies move harmoniously. the air is thick with the smell of sex, your juices creating that wet, juicy sound that he loves so much :(.

your clit gets stimulated every time he thrusts forward, his pubic bone meeting your clit. you whine out in pleasure, your hands looking for something, anything to grab onto as he pounds into you mercilessly.

‘look at that tight lil’ cunt takin me so well, you’re going to be a good girl and come f’me won’t you?’ he growls into your ear as you clench around him, your slick walls holding him like a vice as you cum, him following not too long after.

he stays like that for a few moments, making sure to keep his cum where it belongs <3. ‘lovie, such a good girl for me,’ he whispers as he kisses you lovingly.

[0bonnie-bunny0]

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Drop your mini headcanons or random facts abt Si pls

[skyrigel]

Simon was about to make another cut on the man's already maimed face when the phone rang up.

“Would you look at that ?” He smiled, his grin cocky as he flashed your caller Id, saved lovingly as Babe, a red heart too. The man in question had eyes puffed and bruised beyond vision and Ghost only relished in the torture.

“Now keep your pathetic excuse of a mouth shut while I talk to my sweet love.” His words were dagger sharp, glaring as he wiped his hands, bloodied and bruised.

“Baby !” You chirped on the phone, Ghost smiled, heart melting at your voice.

“Haven't you slept yet darling, come on, it's past your bedtime.” He teased you, you whined, scoffing at bedtime.

“I can't sleep without you.” You whispered softly in the phone, Simon cocked his head as the man, tied and on the edge to death whimpered, his expressions hardened and he brought a finger to his mouth, Simon shaked his head at the man, making a throat slashing sign, the man clamped his mouth shut, a sob dying in his beaten throat.

“I am coming home to my sweetheart, with icecream if you be a good girl.” He added with soft chuckle, Simon bit his lips when he heard you giggle on the other side.

“Be quick, I am waiting.” You purred, he was sure you pouted and he so, so wanted to kiss your lips, softly and delicately, like you were made to be cared for.

Simon reluctantly ended the call, kissing the screen as if it were your face, finally turning with devilish look in his eyes.

“Would you like mint chocolate or strawberry ?” He asked, flexing a gun in his slender hands, the man was shaking his head profusely, sobbing almost, trying to free himself.

“Didn't you hear bastard ?” Simon snarled, the man winced, " she can't sleep without me so you better be quick."

“Mi...mi...min...” He stumbled against his words, wincing at every second.

“Too bad.” Simon said nonchalantly, pulling the trigger, “M' sugar likes strawberry more.”

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[punkierights]

simon being absolutely GRILLED by a blunt psychologist reader…

warnings: like the tiniest bit of sexual implication and simon pops a boner at directness

a/n: i didn’t take my meds today and i was listening to your blood by aurora and this came of it, pls be nice i’m not used to writing and i feel like this is ass anyway love y’all :)

him sitting in your office because price sent him to you as a punishment for not taking the “suggested” leave he refused.

now he slouches across from you as you sit, neatly put together, formal attire fitting you snugly. he admits that he finds you attractive. you have an air of professionalism and cool confidence in your abilities that almost makes simon’s dick hard. almost.

“mr. riley, you mean to tell me that you don’t engage with others outside of necessity when you’re on leave?”

“ ‘s not that necessarily.”

“when was the last time you had a conversation with someone where you felt vulnerable?”

he shuts up very quickly. it irks him how he feels less and less intimidating and more intimidated the longer he sits in this suffocating room.

you close your eyes, rubbing between them, “mr. riley, i realize you probably haven’t been in many sessions like this, but i am not here to make this a difficult process for you. you’ve been ordered to twenty five sessions of counseling and i know that you know your captain is hoping for improvement.”

he nods his head curtly. the next time he sees price, he’s going to punch him.

you sigh as you stand, stepping towards the bookshelf next to your seat. simon feels only a little guilt as his eyes roam over your figure, appreciating the way your slacks curve around your ass.

you sit down again, sliding a notebook across the coffee table towards him, “i’d like you to start journaling. daily. at least once.”

simon can feel his eye twitch as he watches you rip a piece of paper from your notepad and scribble something on it, “i’m also giving you the name of a grief counselor. i’m encouraging you to reach out to him; he’s highly sought after and i’ll put in a word to have you be seen as soon as possible.”

he takes the notebook, tucking the paper into his pocket as he stands. you stand as well, escorting him to the door.

“we’ll discuss what you journal about in our next session on friday.” he turns and silently stares at you.

“wha’ if i don’ write anythin’?”

you shrug, “then i guess these sessions will be filled with silence. have a good day, mr. riley.” you shut the door and he’s left staring at the plaque with your name on the door.

he already feels exhausted thinking about the next time he’ll be in your office, and the tent in his pants isn’t helping.

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Also, also. I think Simon is going to be possessive about Johnny.

I mean, after all, he did spend a majority of his life alone and constantly jumping around from home to home. It's hard to find someone who actually cares and is willing to stay. And so when the sunshine to his life, Johnny walks in, it's almost hard not to keep him all to himself. You're telling him, that he finds a man that's practically the sun? And the man likes him back too??? Nar, you're most definitely joking. Except we're not. And Simon does find Johnny in his bed every night when schedules aling.

And much like a dog resource guarding, he's keeping Johnny next to him, preferably tucked by his side under a blanket. He's only human, with weird chemicals in his brain making happy chemicals whenever he sees Johnny after all. So what if he actually ends up buying flowers for Johnny on their first date (unaware that chrysanthemums means death in the flower language), it's his problem to deal with.

(Johnny thought it was a promise of death from his lieutenant, ends up almost switching teams because the fuck is he going to do against the 6"4 -193cm- man?? Try to bite him?? Fuck him??)

Simon doesn't even realise he has grown accustomed to Johnny being next to him until Johnny ends up training a new batch of recruits on a different base. He quite literally rots around that month on base, calling Johnny whenever he can to get life updates. (And maybe collect wank material. There's something about his heavy Scottish accent coming out after training that Simon shamefully finds hot). He also damn near scares the recruits when he shows up on the last day of Johnny's absence, standing by the doorway as he waits for his husband boyfriend to finish early.

His veins damn near pops when a recruit kisses Johnny on the cheek as she is leaving. Simon might have left finger sized indents on Johnny's hips from the resulting kiss he gave him.

He really is no different from a dog from how he was hoarding Johnny at that moment.

Oh well, god didn't give him puppy eyes for no reason, he supposed.

[hidingwhere]

Simon Riley and you who are complete opposites yet you still love each other to the moon and back.

He’s quiet, reserved and overall a private person. He’s the “moon” in the relationship dynamic. You, however, was the “sunshine”. You were so giggly, always so joyful and full of energy; sometimes quite flirtatious that caught Simon off guard a lot.

It was still early days in the relationship and you two were currently on a date. You were doing most of the talking, which you felt bad about, but Simon told you that he didn’t mind- preferred you talking anyway. What entertaining things could he tell you? He’d been in the military for years and didn’t have the best childhood so always enjoyed when you talked his ear off.

However, you really caught him off guard at one certain comment you made. After a bite into a particularly spicy piece of chicken, he ended up having a small coughing fit. You should’ve remembered him saying he didn’t take spice well.

“Don’t choke, too soon for that yet,” you said with a little giggle.

He paused mid-cough and looked over at you, a little shocked and very surprised. You laugh at his reaction, watching how his cheeks turned pink under the soft restaurant lights.

[koling2345]

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

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Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

[manicrouge]

‘It’s cannae be that difficult,’ Soap scoffed, watching as the masked man fiddled with the pieces of string in his hand.

‘She mentioned in er letter that she’s been buying handmade bracelets from this market back in Manchester,’ Simon said, ‘thought I’d give it a shot myself.’

‘Aye, Lt. but your hands ave only ever brutalised thing… ye no bracelet maker. More of a necklace maker — ye know, like a noose—’

‘Shut it,’ he snarled, looking down at the loosely woven bracelet in his hand, ‘she wanted me to make somethin’ for er, so I am.’

‘Could’ve just asked me to draw er somethin’,’ Soap chuckled, pushing himself up off of the doorframe. ‘Or are ye scared am gonna steal ye missus?’

‘Go away,’ huffed the other, focusing back on his bracelet, ‘I swear to fuck all you ever do is give me a fuckin’ headache, go an’ bother Price.’

Soap disappeared down the hall, leaving Simon to figure out the complicated and strenuous task of making a bracelet, ‘Fucks sake,’ he sighed, finally tying the ends together, holding it in the palm of his hand in front of him.

Part of him was convinced it would have been an insult to send that to you; there was hardly any talent to be found in his creation (at least, that’s what he thought) as the plaited yarn was hardly neat. Only, he bit the bullet and added it into the envelope with the letter he had messily scribbled.

And, for the first time ever, he felt anxious… over a stupid fucking bracelet.

—

It took a while for him to hear back, counting on the fact that after making the bracelet he’d been called by Price on another mission. In fact, he’d forgotten about the entire conundrum until he sat on his bed in his room with your envelope in his hand. When he opened it, a black and white beaded bracelet fell onto his lap, as did a loose polaroid you had taken.

A smile met his face when he saw you wearing the pesky bracelet with the brightest smile on your face. Setting the photo down, he opened your letter.

I love the bracelet so much Si! I thought I’d make you one myself too so we could have matching ones. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to though, I just thought it would be a nice gift for you.

Taking the bracelet in his hand, he closed his fist around it as he continued to read through your letter.

—

‘Nice piece of jewellery you got there, Lt.,’ Soap sniggered, bringing his mug of tea to his lips before adding, ‘how much did it set ye back, ey?’

‘Shut up, Johnny.’

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