#cod x you

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw

You have an important document from your work that needs to be fixed now, but your poor boyfriend König already got worked up the moment you leant down to retrieve your book from a lower shelf moments ago, your ass in full display to him, so you compromise when he look at you with that heavy cock hanging between his thighs, “liebling, please, I won’t interrupt you doing your work.” he says while pulling you onto his lap, your core rest just against his growing erection. How can you say no when he pleads so nicely?

Your arms wrapped around his neck, typing on your phone and dealing with the job, while König humping like a dog in heat against your clothed pussy, groaning and growling just beside your ear as he prods his tip repeatedly at your clit, still cheekily trying to let you lose control and finish whatever you’re doing now. But he needs to be a good boy, he already promised you he’ll hold back until you have time, so he settles with grinding his cock along your pussy for now.

You hum in approval, sparing a glance at him and his dick when he slide it between your pussy lips, your panties’ already a mess after he pulled down the hem of your panties and pumped a load inside, clinging onto your skin and showing the curve of your mound.

“I can’t wait anymore, Süßer…bitte bitte…” A grin decorates your lips as you see his face, all flush with the desire burning in his body, can’t even think straight and talk coherently, because sweetie, he just wants to sink his cock inside your drenched cunt and fuck you so good, overwhelm you in pleasure so you can forget about your job.

So you finally set down your phone. Actually, you already finished correcting the mistakes in your documents minutes ago, but the sight of him blabbering and moaning, like all he wants in this world is you and your pussy, is just too entertaining.

“Oh…oh my god…” Your teasing words don’t even have a chance to make their way out of your lips, the moment you put away the phone, he already stands up and flip you onto the mattress, slamming his cock inside you in one swift move, legs pressed back to your breast for mating press, pounding into you with the full force of his hips that you’re practically screaming his name in ecstasy.

Just don’t let him discover that you pretend to be occupied by work for a few more minutes, just to see him eagerly rolling his hips against your slick folds, unless you want to walk side to side the next day, from how he teach you a lesson with his weapon that he calls his cock.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Y/N: Soap has been spreading rumours that we're dating Simon: I wish Y/N: What was that? Simon: I said that bitch

[codnasties]

1k special ♡ thanks for 1k of x and 500 on tumblr

exchanging videos w/ghost 👻 (🌽 link)

ghost knows what he wants, and if he misses your tits, he's just going to straight up ask for it. however, he was expecting a pic or two, but when he gets a video of you playing with your boobs and the beautiful sight of your inner thighs, he ain't complaining. but he's gotta pay you back, that's why he sends you a video jacking off -in an actually not so private place- and spilling pure filth out of his mouth.

[veritasangel]

Can you do something with Simon and Price and reader? fluff or smut please:)

warnings: fem pov, contains nsfw content {mdni}, oral (giving/receiving), cum swallowing, handjob, threesome, price x simon

a/n: i haven't written smut in a while so it feels sloppy, sorry ↣ wc: 1.8k

Thinking about being one of the newer members to the 141 and you’ve quickly attached yourself to price and simon.

Late nights, when the rest of the team had turned in, you were often sat between them both. Price lights a cigar; the all-familiar tobacco smell mingles in the night air, the dancing flame casting shadows over his face.

Ghost, on the other hand, pulls you into his side with soft ease, as if it were the most natural thing. His arm falls over your shoulders, his body relaxed in ways you'd never see during the day-not when he's the silent, sharp-edged soldier everyone else knows. But here, in the quiet night on the base, he lets his guard down just enough.

Price's eyes flickered to where Ghost had you nestled against him, a quiet smirk playing on his lips. Though it wasn't just amusement lighting up his gaze-there was something possessive in it, something knowing, like he and Ghost were sharing some silent agreement over your head. 

Price turned to you, "Comfortable?" he asked, his tone layered with something more than curiosity.

You nodded, the warmth spreading through your chest, though whether from the closeness of their bodies or the way the gaze of Price lingered on you-you weren't quite so sure. You shifted slightly, only to feel Ghost's grip tighten, his fingers curling around your shoulder.

"Stay still, love," Ghost said, his voice in that low rumble, the quiet way he always spoke, but unmistakable beneath the tone tonight. His hand slid down your arm, deliberate and slow, leaving a trail of fire behind it. "We've got you."

Price chuckled low and deep as he watched your eyes flutter innocently at Ghost's words. "Poor thing," he said, the humour in his tone bleeding away to something a little softer, "Reckon you're not used to all this attention, are you?"

Before you could even respond, Price's hand landed on your knee, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over the smooth skin. It felt like they were closing in on either side, enveloping you entirely, and you leaned into it.

"You don't have to do much, y'know," Price said again, and though his tone was teasing, it remained soothing. "Just let us take care of you."

Your words caught in your breath, your heart beating just a little bit faster as you tried to make sense of the change in air between the three of them, there was a possessiveness to the way they seemed so attuned to you.

Ghost's fingers brushed against your chin, his fingers tilting your head slightly towards him. "You're sweet, precious," he whispered, his eyes dark with the search for a reaction in yours. The edge in his tone was full of meaning. "Maybe a little too innocent for your own good, yeah?”

“I’m not-”

Price chuckled again, this time leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath against your neck. "It’s alright, nothing to be ashamed of," he said softly, voice almost a purr now. "Simon and I… we'll look after you."

His tone sent shivers down your spine, not out of fear but from the silent promise beneath his words. How their hands seemed to caress your skin in unison, touching you in a way that belied their sharp and deadly exteriors, your pulse racing at just the thought. You felt as though you were theirs-a shared treasure between them, and they had no intention of letting you go.

Ghost's thumb brushed your bottom lip and his eyes darkened just a fraction as he spoke again. "We'll take real good care of you, love. Won't let anything hurt you. Not while you've got us."

Price's hand had moved from your knee, drifting upwards to your thigh with slow, deliberate care. "You've no need to worry anymore," he murmured, the voice rich with the familiar comforting authority. "Between me and Simon, you'll always be safe.”

His touch was a blanket of warmth that wrapped you whole, and you couldn't help but sink deeper between them. By the way they looked at you, it was clear they'd taken it upon themselves to protect and cherish you-so long as you were willing to let them.

And of course, it wasn't long before these nights together turned into a whole lot more.

Price's grip on you tightens as Simon licks along your slit, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to leave marks. He can feel your body tensing, your breath hitching as Simon's tongue flicks against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

"That's it, love," Price murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Let him take care of you. You're doing so well." His hands wandered your body; one cupped one of your breasts, and the other drew circles on your side. He leaned into you, his beard rough against your neck as he nipped at the sensitive skin there.

Simon's fingers join his mouth, sliding inside you as his tongue continues its relentless assault. Price can feel your body seeking more, and he grins, knowing just how much you're enjoying this.

"Look at her, Simon," Price says in a husky voice. "She's fucking gorgeous like this. All flushed and needy." He leans back, giving Simon a better view of you, and watches as Simon's eyes darken with lust.

Price presses his cock against your ass, grinding into you, a low groan breaking free from him. "Fuck, angel," he mutters. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."

You can feel the heat emanating from Price's body; the way he seems to revel in this moment-in your pleasure-is intoxicating. Simon's fingers curl inside you, and you arch your back, a moan slipping past your lips.

Price's hand slips from your breasts down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles in perfect rhythm with Simon's tongue. The dual stimulation hits you at once, and you cling to Price, your nails digging into his skin as you allow yourself to fall deeper into the waves of pleasure that wash over you.

"She's close." Price growls, his voice hoarse. "You gonna’ come for us, pretty?" Simon's mouth works faster, his tongue flicking your clit with renewed urgency. 

You cry out, your body convulsing as your orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling in Price's lap. Simon continues, drawing it out as much as he can before he pulls back, his eyes dark and hungry. Price's hand stays where it is, teasing your sensitive clit a little as he watches Simon stand up, his own cock hard and ready. Price's hand slides away, and he stands too, tugging you up with him.

"Get on your knees, love," Price orders in a strong voice. "Say thank you to Simon."

Still trying to catch your breath, you fall to your knees in front of Simon. His cock, thick and heavy, beading with precum.You don’t hesitate to take him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip..

Price stands behind you, watching you pleasure Simon, his hand resting on your head. "That's it-" he praises, his hand guiding your head, "Take care of him like he took care of you."

Simon's hand finds its way to the back of your head too, guiding you as his hips buck, forcing more of his cock into your waiting mouth. 

Price watches, the satisfied grin still plastered on his face as he leans over, his lips meeting Simon's in a heavy, passion-filled kiss. His hand disappears from your head, now sliding to Simon's hip to pull him closer as their tongues dance.

You continue to pleasure Simon, your lips sliding up and down his shaft, your hand joining the effort to help the parts you can’t reach. The sight of Price kissing Simon only adds to your own arousal, the two looking as though it’s not the first time.

Price draws back from the kiss. "She's a natural, isn't she?" he murmurs-low and husky. "Takes’ to everything we ask her to do like she was born for it."

Simon nods, his eyes meeting yours whilst you continue sucking him off. "Fucking amazing," he agrees. "She's so goddamn responsive. I love seeing her like this."

"And she's ours," he says, a possessive edge to his voice. "No one else gets to have her like this. Just us."

Simon's grip on your head tightens as his hips move faster. "God, yes," he growls.

As his breathing becomes increasingly ragged, he reaches for Price's cock with his free hand. His fingers wrap around the shaft as he begins to stroke it in time with your mouth on him. 

The sight of the two of them, the way they work together is intoxicating, your body humming with arousal. Price's fingers tug your hair gently while Simon's hips buck into your mouth, growing closer to the edge.

Simon's thrusts become more erratic as his orgasm washes over him, ropes of cum coating your tongue, before you swallow, much to his approval. Price observes this scene, his own orgasm not far behind either.

Price groans as Simon's strokes bring him closer to his own release. "Fuck, Simon," he growls, voice thick with desire. "You're going to make me come."

Simon's strokes don't let up, his thumb continuing to tease the head of Price's cock. "Go on then" he orders, his voice low in his chest. "Let go."

You draw back, eyes locked with Price as Simon's hand works him faster. You can see the tension in his body, muscles pulled tight and ready to snap.

Price's breath catches, his body straining as his orgasm rips through him. He groans, his head falling forward onto Simon’s shoulder as his release spills over Simon's hand and some dripping onto you as his body shakes from the force of it.

As Price descends from his high, he looks down at you, his eyes satisfied. He reaches out, hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes away the white glob from your cheek.

"You're such a good girl" he utters in a soft, murmuring tone. "All ours."

Simon pulls you up into his arms, his lips finding yours in a deep passionate kiss. You taste yourself on him, and it only serves to turn you on further.

Price watches, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as Simon takes over the kiss, his hand sliding down your back to your ass.

The three of you fall onto the bed again, bodies intertwined. And in this moment, surrounded by their warmth and strength, you know you're exactly where you're meant to be.

༄ cod m.list

© veritasangel ↣ do not copy or translate any of my works.

[lxvvie]

A silly thought: Simon wakes up by you kissing down his chest, he thinks he’s got lucky this fine morning until you blow a raspberry on his stomach. Man‘s flabbergasted as you giggle. Jokes on you though he flips you over and starts tickling you.

You're giggling because of the look on his face and the fact that he jumped some when you were playing songs on his tummy. Fuck no, he wasn't startled. It was pure reflex, sweetheart.

Whatever, Simon.

He gets you back, though, when he flips you over, calloused hands running over your ticklish areas. Simon nuzzles your neck, his stubble absolutely making you laugh and gasp, and it's all music to his ears. You promise between laughs that you won't do it again and Simon chuckles in response. 'Course you won't, love. You'll keep blowing them so long as there's breath in your body.

And then the tickling and laughter tapers down and becomes something more intimate than that. He keeps his face buried in your neck, you wrap your arms around him tight, and you two just... lay there.

You just lay there and bask in each other's presence.

[the-palelady]

listen. if you don’t like sabrina carpenter that’s fine, but that woman’s outfits are so stunning and i can just imagine ghost going absolutely mad seeing you in them.

especially in something like THIS. that man would go absolutely fucking feral.

normally he would be ripping your cute little outfits and lingerie at the seams, but oh no, not this one. the baby blue just looked so perfect, hugging your curves in all the right places. he had to keep this outfit safe no matter the cost.

one night, you slip it on right before he comes home from work, and set yourself up all pretty for him. your hair fanning out across your face, skin glowing, an angel amongst a sea of blankets and pillows right there on top of his bed.

simon’s angel.

and oh he is on his knees for you.

he’d worship every last inch of your body. those perfect, round tits that he’d suck into his mouth eagerly. he’d kiss down the plump of your tummy, the dip of your hips, until he’s nestled in between your legs.

he’d kiss along your inner thighs, moving his thumb up to rub at your sensitive nub, your back arching up into him, whining out his name like the pretty little thing you were.

simon would take his time with you. always does. he doesn’t want to hurt his girl when he finally does settle himself in between your legs, his cock heavy and sliding against your folds. the lingerie is still on, panties tugged to the side around his thumb.

“all this for me?” he’d ask in that deep, loving voice, reserved only for you. strands of his golden hair, that have grown out a bit more than usual, stick to his forehead. a handsome grin is plastered along his scarred face, lust filled eyes gleam down at you and you’d whine.

god you loved him so much.

and he’d let you know he felt the same, wrapping his hands around the curve of your waist while he pressed himself into you. pressed himself into heaven.

“look at ya. so pretty.” you swear you hear him whine.

“takin’ me so well like a good girl.” this time you whine.

his thumb comes up to rub at your clit again while he pistons into you relentlessly. his tip hits that sweet spot so deep inside that you see stars and he backs off for a moment before hitting it over and over again.

your moans only encourage him further, his free hand roaming you like he can’t keep off of you, can’t get enough of you.

he grabs your jaw, your lips pursing from his grip. simon looks down at you with an expression so feral you could have orgasmed from that alone.

“gunna fill ya fulla me, sweet’art, that alright?”

you whine and beg for him.

yes. please, simon. inside, please.

“sing for me, angel. i wanna hear tha pretty voice.”

and you do sing for him. his name falling from your lips like a hymn, a gentle song only meant for his ears. simon can’t help but hold onto you tighter, gruff hands digging into the meat of your hips as you clench around him so tight he feels dizzy.

and he all but loses his damn mind, fucking you into the mattress despite how overstimulated you are. tears stain your pink cheeks and he thumbs them away, pressing into you so far you can feel him in your guts.

simon’s rambling, his forehead pressing into your temple as you cry out, your tears dampening his cheeks.

“ya look like a fucking goddess in this damn outfit. so beautiful. dunno wha tha fuck i did in my past life, but damned brute like me doesn’t deserve ya.”

he won’t stop talking. it’s all so much, yet the praise is sending you over the moon. your skin is on fire where his thrusts meet your ass, and you know there will be purple hand shaped bruises blooming along the expanse of your body when the morning comes.

“fuckkk,” his hips stutter slightly, your core becoming tight as he pulls himself completely out and slams himself right back to the hilt continuously.

“gunna breed this pretty pussy,” and you clench around him so fucking tight he almost collapses, a guttural moan escaping his chapped lips.

“ya like that, baby? want me to make ya a mummy?”

your back arches and you scream for him, white consuming your vision. simon’s hands grab ahold of your plump thighs and his hips roll down into you one last time. he twitches inside of your warmth while his spend coats your velvety walls. his arms reach up to wrap around your torso that’s still arched, his forehead pressing into your ribs as he catches his breath.

you both sit this way for a while, until he regains his composure and lowers your tired body back down to the bed.

when he sits up right your eyes are closed, long lashes tickling the apples of your blushing cheeks. your breathing is even now, and your skin is somehow glowing even more than it was when he first walked in. your hair cascades out around you like a wave. his palm hesitantly glides up along your tummy as if taboo. as if someone like him was undeserving of someone as soft as you.

and simon swears when he looks up at you, taking you in completely, he sees the glow of a halo above your head and a pair of angel wings nestled against the silk sheets of the bed beneath you.

[paradisewithinpain]

thinking about SIMON RILEY who has no idea how to say no to you and really doesnt want to

you want one of his sweaters? it's yours

you wanna put hair clips in his hair? he's asking you which ones

you wanna go somewhere? he's already buying a ticket or loading up his truck

this is how i personally see things playing out...

"Si! come see this!" you were scrolling through pinterest when you saw a couch that was too good to be true. it was huge, more than big enough to accommodate your 6'2 giant of a boyfriend.

there was nothing inherently wrong with your couch, but you'd be lying if you weren't scared of the framing breaking whenever simon sat down in with all the momentum in the world.

you tilted your head back when you felt a presence looming over you. you excitedly showed him your phone, images of the couch on the screen.

"look at this, it has extra padding and extra bracing at the bottom." you explain, showing him the details of your current find.

he let out a small hum of acknowledgement, gently taking your phone from you.

you had done this enough times to know what he was doing. he was memorizing the product name, the company, probably estimating the delivery time too.

when he handed you back your phone and placed a small kiss on the top of your head before walking away, you smiled to yourself knowing you'd have a new couch by the end of next week.

ultimately, he's pretty much your sugar daddy, boyfriend, and personal plaything all in one

and he wouldn't have it any other way

[tame-the-lion-writes]

Honestly for the dog shifter au I'd probably just assume they're all like service dog rejects ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ when they do sus things. Dogs are crazy smart when and only when they want too 🙄

Although that does raise the question of like... would Reader ever try to train them to do tricks or get them special puzzle toys? Wouldn't want a smart fog getting bored- that's how you loose your shoes and furniture.

(Don’t mind me, replying to another ask instead of reading for my Wills and Trusts class 🤪)

Reader bought basic dog toys at the start (lots of plushies and squeaky toys and chew hides, etc.), but once she noticed they were “above average intelligence,” she started looking into puzzle stuff. When those got solved in half a second, though, she gave up and decided on a one-in-a-million “what if?” AKA playing board games. Nobody would ever believe her that they could play Uno or Monopoly, but the house gets extra loud with barking on Friday nights 🤭

Gaz and Soap share all the luck with chance games like Uno, whereas Price wins Monopoly 95% of the time. Ghost hardly seems to care about either, but he’ll participate if you beg him.

As an added bonus, I think she’d also get them that word board thing where they press a button to say something. It does weird her out sometimes, though, considering how perfect their grammar is 🤷‍♀️

[kyumisyumi]

Trying to write more eldritch Nikto

But my brain keeps thinking about him letting us put makeup on him 😮‍💨 running champagne lipstick over what's left of those soft, pale lips. The near translucent skin readily adapting the bloody red tint. He sat beneath you as you straddled him with one firm hand on his chin to keep him steady.

You didn't think it would end up like this. He'd helped you with your make-up since you'd gotten your nails done and was still getting use to their length.

"Thank you." You beamed up at him as he tilted your head to survey his work. In jest you said; "Do you want me to do yours next?"

There was quiet but then a soft 'yes' followed, the tone a strange mix of confusion and hesitance. You'd looked into his eyes for a long while, vulnerable and wary but he was serious. And so, here you were, putting lipstick on a man you adored. Your fingers trailing his bottom lip to remove the excess.

You weren't an expert with makeup, only ever doing minimal looks. But you could manage some eyeliner and eyeshadow, maybe blush. It was probably for the best since you didn't know if the products would irritate his skin.

He stayed still for the most part, say for the occasional flexing of his fingers on your hips. Those fingers digging into you for security when you asked him to close his eyes. It wasn't painful but it bordered on it. As if he was afraid that when he opened them, you would be gone. That you'd realise his flaws were too much, that there was someone out there with less baggage who could take care of you just as well if not better. Someday he would understand that a knot is tied at both ends; that you were as smitten with him as he was with you but for now you'd let his trembling fingers ground themself into your flesh.

And done.

With the lipstick mostly dry you planted a gentle kiss against it. You wouldn't make assumptions, if there was something you needed to know he would tell you when he's ready. For now, you'd just love him.

[splendsay]

COD FIC // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 20: Heat Signature

sorrryyyy she's so late, I got zatted today so I was outta commish for like five hours. this chapter is another ouchie. poor ghosty is having a rough go of it.

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 20: Heat Signature

CWs: Explicit language, canon-typical themes

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Captain John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Chapter Summary:

Ghost grapples with the heavy reality in front of him -- and vows to get you back in one piece, with a lil help from his friends.

..................................................................... Links to: Spotify Playlist Full Fic

[whaleofatjme1920]

WhaleOfATjme's Kinktober Masterlist 2024

yeah.

Everything on this list is subject to change if I feel it necessary.

MINORS DNI, GET OUT

Reblogs are appreciated

Exorcisms [Slender Man X GN!Reader]

Terms and Conditions [Toby X F!Reader]

White Rabbit [Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

Gone Fishing

Still Fishing

Gas Station Bathrooms [Masky/Tim Wright X GN!Reader]

Red Light District [Hoodie/Brian Thomas X GN!Reader, AFAB]

Step Right Up! Win a Prize! [Laughing Jack X F!Reader]

False God [Jeff the Killer X GN!Reader]

Binoculars [Kate the Chaser X F!Reader]

Invited Fish Over For Tea

We're Going Thrifting For Costumes (And Getting A Sweet Treat)

Until I Say So [Toby X GN!Reader]

Coping Mechanisms [SCP 682 X GN!Reader]

Bad Habits [Alex Kralie X F!Reader]

Sharing Occasionally [SCP 035 X F!Reader X SCP 049]

Open for Requests!

Out For Lunch With The Fish

Fish And I Are Making Halloween Cookies

Open for Requests!

Outbreak [Ghost X F!Reader]

Open for Requests!

Bad Decisions [König X F!Reader]

Open for Requests!

Fish And I Are Going Trick or Treating

We're Enjoying All Of Our Candy

Urban Explorer [Pennywise X GN!Reader]

Open for Requests!

Hers [Jane the Killer X F!Reader]

In (the) Heat [Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

Happy Halloween! [A surprise,,,,, maybe?]

(Fish's Mom Came To Pick Them Up)

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (consent)

Sleeping with Simon means you might wake up from the tingling yet comfortable feeling coming from your breast, still disoriented from the slumber, letting out a sleepy whimper as the pleasure keeps coursing through your spine like tiny lightnings.

“Morning.” Simon doesn’t even detach his lips from your nipples as he greets you, lapping lazily and rolling the little peaks with his hot tongue.

“Simon…” Your fingers card through his locks to encourage him, he’s always extra horny in the early morning, but the eagerness in his movements is more evident now than the other days, practically burying his face in your breasts. “What got you so worked up today?” you ask him between the moans caused by his antics, his intentional sucking on one of your sensitive buds makes you unable to hold back a whiny cry of bliss.

“Wake up and see you sleeping in my arms, safe and sound…” Simon huffs out a laugh when he gives your nipples a nip, eliciting a yelp on you “You wearing my shirt, leaning against my chest, just the right angle for me to peek in the collar and see those cute nipples of yours…”

“It’s not my fault, you told me to wear one of your shirts last night.” Your pouty facade can’t be kept on for long, not when he finishes taking good care of your now fully hardened nipples, peppering kisses on his way downwards, as if memorizing your body and claiming his territory again with those pink love bites.

“And you’re the one who chose the thinnest and loosest shirt, ain’t you?” Taking your clothed clit between his lips, he smirks as he dart out his tongue, pressing down forcefully at your core and toying it skillfully, so you’ll throw your head back on the pillow and grind your needy pussy against his lips, begging for more with those sugar-coated pleas. “Fuck, all greedy and soaked just from me worshipping your tits, sweetheart? Who’s the eager one now, eh?”

“Just…Just pull down the panties already, god…” Not enough, your mind screams for more, yearns for his lips directly touching your wet folds.

“Bossy.” He chastises you, like you’re an impatient girl craving for candies, but he won’t deny you—or deny himself, from tasting what he’s been wanting since he woke up this morning.

Pulling down your panties and let it pull around your ankles, not even sparing time to take it off properly, he dives back between your thighs, wet tongue gliding through your core, drinking down those nectar as you reach out and push his face down further, the crook of his nose nudging your clit so good that you roll your hips to meet his consistent onslaught.

“Bloody hell, princess…smells so fucking good.” He groans, a low and half-growling one which only worsen your insatiable desires. Even when he lifts his head slightly to speak, his hands immediately move in, sliding two thick and long fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and pressing the correct spots to make you scream out his name.

“Trying to wake the neighbors up with those cute moans, huh? ‘m not sure if they’ll feel grateful.” Thumbs spreading your pussy lips, he latches onto the now-exposed clit, bringing you another level of joy by sucking that twitching little thing.

“Simon! Si- oh, gonna…” You try to warn him before you get pushed over the edge abruptly, liquid gushing out and smearing his face, only for him to moan contently and make sure not to miss any drop.

“What a sight…” Straightening up and looking at the pool of mess staining the bedsheets, before his gaze travel to you face, eyes still blurry and cheeks tinted with rosy red, panting and quivering after squirting so hard for him, Simon smacks your pussy teasingly, earning another delectable whimper from you. “Squirting all over the sheets, will have to change it later.”

“Can’t go another round, baby…” You look down at him the moment his lips touch your puffy folds once again, big eyes meeting his dark ones with satisfaction and tiredness, but your protest is cut off by a soft smack on right on your trembling clit, and further words are replaced with moans when he ducks down to resume devouring his favorite meal, pressing a reassuring kiss to your pussy and croon. “Won’t stop until you squirt again for me, you can do it, love, and you will do it.”

[codnasties]

1k special ♡ thanks for 1k of x and 500 on tumblr

exchanging videos w/soap 🧼 (🌽 link)

soap loves gifting you stuff while he's away, specially clothes, and equally loves getting little pics after you try them on. but he's surprised when, after getting you a skirt, he gets a video of you riding a dildo in it instead of pretty pics. and he ain't complaining, he's for sure sending another gift for you, like one fucking his fleshlight until he cums -because he strikes me as the kind of dude to have one-.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Ghost: I cut my finger Y/N: I can kiss it so it'll get better Ghost: That works? Y/N: Yeah my mum used to do it when I was little *later* Ghost: I need you to punch me in the mouth Roach: Fucking finally

[lxvvie]

I can’t fall asleep when I’m excited so I would definitely wait for Simon to come home from deployment even if it’s at 3am. I couldn’t go to sleep even when he’s finally knocked out next to me snoring up a storm.

Felt. I'm like this, too, nonnie, especially when I have to wake up early to travel the next day.

As for Simon snoring, he snores loud enough to wake the dead (god knows how many times he's injured/broken his nose). Bonus points because he's a clingy gremlin koala so a Blanket Named Simon covers you and not only do you hear his snoring, you feel it reverberate throughout your body.

But it's all good because he looks rather peaceful now that he's home in good hands.

Doesn't stop you from running a finger lightly across his stubbled cheek, though, making him twitch and grunt some before he leans into your touch and grumbles, "Mmm..." like the sleepy blanket gremlin he is. You do it again, bleary dark eyes open and look at you, and he looks comically owlish. You grin and cup his cheek fully.

"Go back to sleep, Si."

And he closes his eyes without hesitation. Leans into your touch like it's the last thing he'll ever do. And proceeds to wake the dead back up with his snoring.

It's good to be home again.

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“You look like my boyfriend.”

Simon raises a brow at that statement and sits down in the nearby chair. His eyes on you. “Is that so, lovely?”

“Mhm,” you agree with a confident nod and loopy. “No. My boyfriend is prettier than you.”

He isn’t sure if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult, for now Simon decides to not comment on it. “You must be lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend then.” He grins and sips his cheap hospital coffee.

“Oh, I am! He’s pretty and cool and strong. And you should be careful because he’ll be here soon!” You pout, shoving your lower lip forward.

Cute. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before he shows up.” Simon reassures you and pats your thigh.

You don’t reply, the remaining anesthesia must still be running its course through your body after the surgery in which the doctor took out your inflamed appendix, snoring softly in the otherwise quiet room. “Good thing your boyfriend is already here, lovely.” Simon chuckles before tugging the thin hospital blanket higher over your chest and keeping watch as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “And he will be here when you wake up again. He will always be there, my lovely.”