Who Do You Think Is The First To Settle Down Out Of The 141? And Who Is The One That Makes Last

me waiting on yall to make these sinner fics 😭🧍🏾‍♀️

obsessed with the idea of onlyfans model! reader x Simon

Maybe you’re one of the biggest creators on the platform and you’re very well known after doing it for a few years. Except, you only do solo content, despite your peers constantly asking to collab or getting requests from fans to see you getting fucked.

Then, one day you post a video showing off some new panties and Simon’s tattooed and scarred hand just appears, squeezing the meat of your ass, claiming and possessive. A subtle message he’s sending to your audience as he spreads your cheeks apart, sliding your panties to the side and shows off your pretty pussy dripping with his cum.

I just know its a pain to get that face paint off…🥲💀

i will not lie, friends in my phone, i have been imagining affection from time to time

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. 😭

not friends not lovers but a secret third thing

Soap who’s so fucking nasty

Soap who does every single thing that your other boyfriends refused to do.

He kisses you after you suck him off. Eats his own cum out of you. Pins you down to get a taste of you when you’ve just come home after a long day— doesn’t let you shower. Likes you unshaven. Doesn’t want you wearing deodorant or perfume on his birthday.

He likes to fuck you when you’re sick because fevers just make your cunt even hotter than usual. And he’ll still shove his tongue down your throat— he doesn’t give a damn if he gets sick.

When you wake up he’ll start making out with you, smearing his cheek against the drool you left on the pillow.

He tells you he can practically smell your sweet, wet cunt. Then when he gets you undressed, he just buries his head between your legs and breathes deep.

Every time you go hiking he wants a pussyjob from you. He wants to leave a sticky mess for you to feel in your panties on the way back down. The leggings you wear just drive him crazy like that.

He likes for you to get each other off while you’re still clothed and then swap underwear.

I can imagine AbsoluteBastard!Johnny keeps his ear out for casualties on base so he can get in on that grieving widow action

He’ll show up to the funeral in his best, tell you some tale about how your man was a good one— saved his ass a few times, didn’t deserve to have things cut short, to be pulled away from such a beautiful woman—

It’s easy for him, in your vulnerable state, to charm you into letting him be the one to take you home from the service. Sits on your couch with you, lets you serve him tea to keep yourself busy, talks about all the things you miss about your man, inching his way closer and closer— comforting hand on your thigh, gently stroking.

It’s not long before his tongue is down your throat and he’s putting the framed photo of your man face down so the poor bastard doesn’t have to watch Johnny ruin you.

best friend!simon ‘ghost’ riley x single mom!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

You knew Ghost would be upset with you once you returned home. Not just because you had tricked him into coming, but because you had tricked him forced him into babysitting. Your best friend that has always insisted he hates children, babysitting your 1 year old.

However, he decided and stay to help you out. After all, you were his best friend. He would do anything for you. Even if that meant spending time with the thing he hated the most.

Once you were home you quickly made your way to the nursery, expecting an angry grumpy ghost to deal with. Instead you were met with the big man sitting in your rocking chair, holding your little one in his strong arms.

You were shocked to say the least. Not just because of his usual dislike for children, but because you had never seen him so domestic. The look in his eyes was soft, just as his voice while he whispered to your child. “I’ve got ya, sweet thing”

For a moment you stood frozen in the doorway. Not necessarily out of shock, but taking in the moment. It looked and felt so right. It was unexplainable, but Simon Ghost looked like a natural.

Though the second he noticed you his demeanor shifted, back to his usual bluntness. He was quick to get up, gently putting your baby back down in their crib. “Y’re late. Don’t ya dare ask thi’ of me again. You said ya’d be home by midnight”

He would never admit what this awakened in him. Not even to himself. But he could never avoid where his thoughts wandered off to as he fisted his cock, wishing he could fill you up with his cum and get you pregnant again. He wouldn’t just pack up and leave, he’d be there for the entire ride. He wouldn’t mind seeing you sick and swollen (the latter might turn him on) with his child. The thought made him finish instantly, cum spurting all over his stomach and hand.

He might not hate children so much after all.

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This is my first work so…don’t expect it to be good. English isn’t my first language so ignore any mistakes lolol.

Man there’s just something about having a heavy breakup with a member of the 141 because they won’t stop flirting with death by playing soldier and you want a family. And then them getting their ass kicked into a desk job by a permanent injury years and years down the line. And they don’t mind it. But they do mind seeing you at a stoplight one day after you’ve just picked up your kids from school. Looking milfy and beautiful with your grey hairs and smile lines, body softened a little more from childbearing.

And damnit they’d been doing such a good job not thinking about you. And now it’s just….

“…. That should be my milf….”