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۶ৎ . . . 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬.

it’s like 3 AM when you randomly wake up. simon’s passed out next to you, doing that soft snoring thing he swears he doesn’t do. the room’s kinda bright from the moon, and you can see all his scars—the gnarly one on his ribs, that weird circle on his shoulder, the line across his collarbone.

you just lie there thinking about all the shit he’s been through.

so you lean over and kiss his shoulder scar. super gentle, not like when you’re both worked up and going at it. this is different. soft. real.

you keep going, giving each scar a little peck. it’s your way of saying i see you, all of you, and i’m not going anywhere.

simon shifts and opens his eyes—does that thing where he goes from dead asleep to alert in like half a second. but then he sees it’s you and his whole face changes. goes all soft in that way that would probably shock the hell out of anyone who knows him.

“what’re you doing?” he mumbles, voice all gravelly.

“loving on you,” you whisper.

and this tough-as-nails guy who literally faces death for a living? he fucking melts. his hand comes up to touch your face, and he looks at you like you hung the damn moon.

this is the side of him nobody else gets. just you.

when he’s off doing whatever classified shit he does, when he can’s tell you where he is or when he’ll be back—this is what keeps him going. knowing you’re here, loving every busted-up piece of him. his sweet thing. his everything.

his whole reason for making it home.

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w: idek, sex? yeah, sex.

hmmm könig acting like an excited but desperate puppy, asking you “does that feel good? do you like it? tell me, is that the spot, my hase?” constantly because he has slight doubt. except he underestimates his size and already, his seemingly ‘slow’ pace is drilling into you so you’re unable to answer him.

now you’re being fucked dumb and you haven’t said anything, by his own knowledge of sex, he simply assumes he’s not pounding you good enough. his ‘slow’ pace becomes almost impossible to take when his thrusts begin to speed up and fuck you deeper.

still, könig is asking if that feels any better but you’re face first burying into the pillow, biting the sheets, given up on asking so you just end up taking his fat cock til you both cum. (aka til you feel like you’ve met death)

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That was the low battery notification

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my best friend kindly gifted me this so i thought i must share

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simon’s rough hands are always so gentle when they’re handling you <3 he’s so sweet and soft with his fingers that curl into your hair, one that pets you while the other holds your jaw between two fingers as you swallow his cock :(( he massages your cheek with his thumb, the fingers in your hair twitching in beat with the sudden pulsation from his member. and he quietly groans only to continue bucking his hips into your face, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth and lower lip to rub the drool you’re leaving on his shaft onto your perked nipple. he makes an effort to squeeze your breast when he feels you moan around him, “tha’s a good girl, so good baby…” breathless and using all of his self control to prevent squeezing you too hard, always treating your lovely locks in his grip gingerly :(( <3

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Ghost doesn't cutesy talk cats, he talks to them like other adult men and it's hilarious.

They're at a safehouse, and Ghost is listening to the radio, Price hears him talking to someone, and he's confused because both of his sergeants are conked out asleep.

So, he walks around the corner and finds Ghost sitting on a step with the radio playing and a stray kitten biting his laces while he talks to her. "I don't believe shoelaces constitute part of a balanced diet."

John just sits down on the step next to him and ignores how his knees click. "What's her name?"

"She's yet to disclose name or rank, but given that she's clearly smarter than those two through there, I'd say she's a lieutenant." He responds so dryly that John can't help but snort.

"Ah, I see. Making her way through the ranks at her young age, impressive." He leans forward to pet the kitten, flattening down the tuft of fur sticking up on her head.

"She's a hard worker, look at those paws. Grubby, she's been busy."

The kitten offers them a mewl in response, and he nods accordingly.

"She's stern, reminds me of Laswell."

That makes Ghost laugh.

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old drawings of ghost

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this too shall pass

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“We can’t just leave the candy bowl out!” You insist to Simon, hands on your hips as he holds the bowl of treats in question in his hands. “I love seeing what costumes the kids pick, some of ‘em are so funny.”

“We’ll be pausin’ the movie every other fuckin’ minute if we have ‘em ringing the bell.” He attempts to argue with you.

This is the first Halloween night you spend together, and after he’d agreed to stay in with you watching spooky movies and handing out candy, you’re learning you had different ideas in mind as to what distributing candy actually meant.

“If we leave the bowl out, some teens will empty it in the first five minutes, and then we’ll still have kids knocking at our door.” You retort, feeling as though you’re about to win this round.

“And how am I meant to eat you out during the scary scenes if I keep getting up to answer the door?”

“…”

“Did we grab enough candy to put two bowls out maybe?”

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Simon Riley is the type to mutter, “Suit yourself,” when you ask him if you can call him something cute.

You could call him Shithead all day, for all he cares. It wouldn’t dent that invisible iron door in his chest, because he doesn’t give a shit what you say or don’t say about him, what you like or don’t like. He’s his own island, he doesn’t need your good opinion or anyone else’s.

But what he doesn’t know about you, is that you’re fucking annoying. It starts soft as little “baby”s and “sweetie”s, and of course he doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Just the usual puppy love bullshit, it’ll wear off.

But then you start slipping in the “my favorite person in the whole world”s and the “precious thing”s, and he’s narrowing his eyes a little, growing uncomfortable with how that settles something stuffy in his lungs. It’s a little too far for his liking, but he did say you could call him anything. And he is, well, incredibly competitive. So he decides he can take it.

“Delicious lil guy,” you whisper into his neck after you’ve given him a good chomp.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” you sigh, running your hands through his wet hair after a shower.

“Sweet little baby cupcake,” you mumble when he wraps himself after you after getting home from work past midnight.

All heartfelt and honest, and unfortunately for him, stone cold sober.

“Have you seen me?” he finally demands one night, after you’ve kissed all over his face and told him how perfect it is.

You frown down at him, a little confused. “…yes?”

“I’ve got— fucking—“ he makes a gesture with his hand, indicating his face.

You narrow your eyes and really squint, trying to figure out what he’s getting at.

“Scars,” he finally huffs.

“Oh, yeah.” You smile down at him, tracing the history of violence with your eyes. “I forgot about those.”

“You forgot?”

“I haven’t really noticed them since like the first few weeks. Aren’t brains funny?”

Puppy love, he reminds himself, as you settle into his arms and sigh happily. This slicing pain in his chest and the burning in his eyes… this is puppy love. It’s totally normal to feel like he’d rather throw himself off a building than see you hurt. It doesn’t matter that he spends his time before falling asleep just thinking about you, inventing new ways to make your life better in any way he can conceive.

That’s normal. Right?

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the way i need deadpool to ram my insides until they’re mush is biblical.

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•°.hate sex with simon.*࿐

rough sex. I need to be put down. I need him in the deepest part of my body.

"I hate you."

Is what pushed Simon over the edge. You'd been tearing into him for the past hour over some dumb text message. He already told you, he isn't good with the phone stuff, so believe him.

Your legs were held to your chest while he sucked sloppily at your clit. You were on full display for him. Your pussy swollen from each of the smacks he gave you prior. You're a whining mess, not daring to move your hands from your legs.

"So fucking greedy," he rasped, plunging his thick fingers into your weeping hole, "Wanting all my attention, every fucking hour of the day." He spat. Your pussy fluttered at his words, biting your lip when he pumps his fingers in and out.

Simon fucked you harshly, his dick ramming it into you. Loud sounds of his thighs smacking against yours. Words of how greedy and selfish you were are whispered into your ear.

He would slow down occasionally, giving you time to gather yourself before fucking you again. Trying to pull an orgasm out of you anyway he can. Stuffing your mouth, your ass, your cunt. He was enraged and he took it all out on you. Finishing deep inside of you he, he took his cock out to watch his cum spill out, entranced, he'd fuck it back into you slowly. Hearing you mewl and cry for him to slow down he was barely grinding into you.

who wrote this 😖?

ʚthanks for reading!ɞ

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you were whining pitifully, feeling a flushed sensation between your thighs as you bounced on his cock. he was leaning back on the recliner, one hand placed nonchalantly on your hip while the other holding a glass of tequila.

his eyes were fixated on the screen behind you, casually sipping his drink while you got yourself off on his lap. your sweet moans mixed in with what he watched on the television, and he’d eventually turn up the volume slightly. yet, you were so desperate to ride him during his down time. he didn’t stop you at all, but that didn’t mean he had to pay you any attention.

though, the way your full tits bounced with each movement soon caught his interest. your hair flowed down your shoulders, pretty mouth agape as you whimpered in pure pleasure. he’d give your ass a hard slap, biting down on his lip with a sharp grunt. you’d squeal at the slight sting, earning a hearty laugh from your partner. you were so caught up in a daze of pleasure that you hadn’t even noticed him staring at you again.

“she is enjoying herself.” he’d chuckle, kneading the thick flesh as you fucked yourself on his thick length. “does it feel good, baby?”

“mhmm..feels good..” you’d babble pathetically, tears pricking your eyes with each languid bounce. his fat tip kept hitting the right place, your quiet mewls gradually turning into pitched cries. “god..simon..pplease!”

a smug grin would paint his lips as he felt your walls squeezing around him. you were such a good girl for him, even when you were being needy. the pad of his thumb rubbed firm circles into your swollen clit, the added stimulation made you want to blank out. you were minutes away from gushing all over his lap.

the squelch of your pussy was delicious, he loved seeing you work so hard for your sweet release. “that’s it, doll.” he cheered. he watched you with dazed eyes as your movements became slow and lazy hip rolls.

“there you go. make a mess on me.”

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