Sending you lots of love!!๐๐๐it's always a good idea to take a step back and put your health and needs first! You're a very amazing writer, I'm new to the cod fandom and haven't read everything you've shared yet but the level of detail and care you put in your work??? I can imagine it can get draining bc it must not be easy to keep on delivering such quality work!! I am looking forward to see you back on Tumblr after you feel comfortable again!! Take good care of yourself dear!! xx โค๏ธ
๐ฅน sweet anon, youโve absolutely warmed my heart to the fullest! yes, while I love writing, it is pretty draining trying to convey my exact ideas into words. my imagination is quite massive lmao, and I care deeply about the fact that these characters bring such comfort (and entertainment) to people. so, I kind of have the tendency press myself and make sure I donโt โhalf-assโ even a second of it. I want my readers to feel loved, powerful, sexy, all of it!
my goal this year is to give myself the same amount of grace that you, and many other sweet anonymous readers have. thank you so much, and I am wishing you a warm welcome to the fandom!!! sending infinite amounts of love!! โก
i donโt usually leave asks or anything, but iโve been struggling with my mental health recently. after i read โa sweet morning with simonโ i couldnโt stop smiling and giggling like an absolute fucking idiot, and i literally spent the entire day thinking about it. it just made my mood so much better. iโm glad i found your post when i did - your writing is so beautiful and i canโt wait to read more in the future! โค๏ธ
wow, I??? can I give you the biggest hug ever? thank you so much for sharing that with me. these characters have been a great source of stress relief for me personally, and Iโm beyond grateful to know that my writing was able to help you in such a way. I appreciate you for taking the time to send this, and sincerely hope that the rest of this month & rolling into the new year begin to feel much brighter and lighter for you. โก
John can tend to be considerably protective over you, though it is never from an angle of control. Through his work, he has witnessed the worst in others; abuse of power, and how evil can manifest. His fatal flaw is constantly imagining you being caught in the wrong place, at the wrong time. It is enough to paralyze him with fear. But, this is John. He takes those worries, and turns them into something productive, effective.
Since he knows that not only him alone can keep you safe, he taught you how to properly shoot a gun. He was stern, living up to his title as Captain. Watching your aim closely, and critiquing you accordingly. At the end of your training, he gave you that proud, adoring grin that rattles your heart. โAttaโ girl, I knew you had it in you.โ
He offers infinite amounts of encouragement. Whether you are pursuing goals, recovering from burnout, or painting a mental picture of what you want your future to look like, John will support you, through thick and thin. You will never feel like a disappointment, not in his presence.
He will make time to write you letters, regardless of deployment. That is a promise he has kept for years, unwaveringly so. You keep them wrapped neatlyโstored in a memento box for safekeeping. An evocative, warm reminder of the very first sparks within your connection to him.
Although he rarely finds the time for music, he has a playlist that consists of songs that remind you of him.
You found out about it while he was home one day, peacefully napping in the afternoon with his laptop still open. It is simply titled โMy girl,โ and you noticed that he fell asleep listening to the first song. โFor All You Giveโ by The Paper Kites, playing on a loop, volume low. You quickly looked it up, curious to explore this hopeless romantic side of John.
The soft, acoustic melody filling you with emotion; lyrics making you feel loved endlessly. Once you told him you heard the song, he seemed bashful in acknowledgmentโyou hardly ever will see him this shy. The tips of his ears burning scarlet, rubbing the back of his head. โWell, what can I say? You keep me grounded.โ
Even as your relationship became more established, John still courts you as if you are a princess he is desperate to earn the heart of. He surprises you with flowers, and not only bouquetsโtowering arrangements of all of your favorites. Cozy winter trips to his cabin, and planning dates that take up an entire day.
Imagine taking a painting class with him. He would be incredibly relaxed, carefully trying to match the art prompt to the best of his capabilities. His focused expression is so handsome, eyebrows knit with determination.
Afterwards, he would treat the both of you to a candlelight dinner, or a trip to a milk tea cafรฉ. His order is usually honey oolong, or a peach green tea with jelly boba.
While his soldiersโahem, Gazโoften tease him about the way he so obviously spoils you, he feels unruffled by their banter. You are the person he loves the most, the one he has invested his complete trust in. Why would he not pamper you?
Like, if you text him items that you found really cute, you will end up with them in 3-5 business days. To all of my Squishmallow angels, he will secure each and every last one that your heart calls after.
After returning home from a physically exhausting mission, a warm bubble bath with you is what he needs.
The soreness in his quads, lightning bolts of pain shooting up his wrist, into his fingers. You always know when he needs your gentle touch; lathering him up with body wash, playfully foraging a hat made out of suds for him. He leans into you, leaving a kiss against your shoulder. โThank you for this, darling.โ
As a result of handling weapons for over a decade, I strongly believe that he may struggle with arthritis. His fingerless gloves are meant for compression, and he has mastered ignoring the ache; for the sake of his team, and not appearing weakened by it.
With you, though, he opens up and admits that it does take its toll mentally. You offer to give him little hand massages once in a while, and he happily accepts.
If you are one to occasionally be indecisive about what to eat, his suggestions consistently hit your bullseye. He has a strange ability to make anything sound appealing. John prefers to cook for the two of you, rebuking most fast food chains.
Nonetheless, he is the one that steals fries in the relationship.
I see him as the most phenomenal kisser. John is adamant in his use of a quality chapstick, lips tasting like mint with vanilla subtleties. He often takes the lead, holding you by your waist, hands roaming to grope your ass as he slips his tongue into your mouth. The light scratch of his beard is only the cherry on top.
He maintains his facial hair to a great extent, having a simple post-shower routine to keep himself as smooth as possible for your comfort. His balm faintly smells of citrus and sandalwood, another definite plus. You adore the feeling, giggling each time he lingers against your jawline or thighs.
John has honed in on his brat taming, to a point where his punishments are devastatingly addicting. He is ungodly, at best. Yes, your acts of rebellion are his fault, we have established that he spoiled you rotten. Regardless, he can not tolerate your back-talk, nor any presented attitude and misbehavior.
His spanks leave you in tears, the sting combining with a staggering euphoria. No, you may not cum, and if you fail to hold it in, you immediately lose the feeling of his thick cock rutting into you. Your pussy will be soaked with arousal, puffy and aching for a sweet release. If you want it, you need to get on your knees and beg for it.
You strain your voice in attempt to speak properly. He edged you countless times; โtil words fall off your tongue, into a whirlpool of pathetic whimpers. โSir, p-pleaโplease, โm sorry.โ
โItโs always all bark, no bite with you, pup. So eager to run your fuckinโ mouthโnow, look at yourself. No effort and youโre already fucked stupid, unable to get a word out.โ
He is infatuated by your body; every gorgeous stretch mark roving your hips, the way your breasts sit. When he sees you dolled up in lingerie, the great amount of patience he holds is reduced significantly.
John will adore you in anything you purchase, though sets with garters, and various see-through floral prints against your skin leave him awestruck.
His fists are clenched, knuckles turning a pale ivory shade as you grind into his clothed hardness. โFuck.โ He pauses with an unsteady breath, harshly man-handling you, guiding your hips back into him. You feel spread out on his lap, leaving a wet spot on his jeans. โYou have no idea how bad I want to tear that off of you.โ
John is a tactical man, and he preys after what he seeks with precise intent. Your pleasure is a target of high value, and he will take you in whichever way you desire.
He can be tender, if you like. Passionately kissing you in between moans, delicate when caressing your beautiful figure. Maintaining eye contact as he stretches you out, making you take every inch, and feeling him throb inside of you. His thrusts are earth-shattering, the wet sounds of skin on skin only to be heard over your soft repetitions of โsโshitโyes, yes, yes.โ
โThatโs it, baby. God, I love the way you sound.โ
There is also the version of him that will fuck you โtil you can not think straight.
John wants you to unravel, come completely undone before him. On his time, though, only at his command. When you are fucked out and mumbling for mercy, he will make you ride him, telling you to use him to get yourself off. โGive me one more, love. Cum for me one more time, nโ Iโll fill you up just how you want it.โ
The second that he feels your pace faltering, messy and fluttering around him, he will pound into you with reckless abandon. You fall apart on top of himโlosing yourself in a starry, soundless bliss as he bounces you up and down on his cock.
Our beloved Captain has an exhibitionist streak laced into him. He is purely enthralled by multiple scenarios, overwhelmingly hard at the thought of someone catching a glimpse of you. The slightest hint of possession blackens his eyes.
While attending a banquet, he once snuck you away from minglers and military wives; the dress you chose was a fiery spotlight for your assets.
He had you bent over the bathroom counter, one of your legs up lifted up, hips thrusting into you relentlessly. His cock stroking a sweet spot that only amplified your volume, struggling to contain your moans as he forces you to keep eye contact with him in the mirror. You both knew the door was left unlocked, sending a white hot thrill coursing throughout your veins.
โSo fuckinโ wet. You like the idea of being caught, donโt you? Want everyone to know how much of a whore you are?โ
Afterwards, you made your way back into the crowd. No one seemed suspicious, you had made adjustments to Johnโs suit, and applied a new coat of gloss to your lips. Soap shot you both a glare from across the massesโa tincture of fresh trauma washed over him. He mouths three short words in your direction, and you can nearly hear his accent over the loud chatter. โYeโ sick bastards.โ
Kisses are, in fact, a requirement after you give him a blowjob. He is a grown man, carrying zero level capacity for fragile masculinity; especially not after you were gagging on his length, so pretty and dewy eyed from deep-throating him.
John sometimes likes to treat himself to a cigar after sexโopting for Montecristo Classicsโand he looks divine when doing so.
You watch him as he steps out onto the balcony, boxers low on his waist, moonlight accentuating his v-line. The faint flicker of his lighter meets the air, then smoke follows shortly after. The smooth aroma is pleasantly familiar, almonds and butter toffee. You associate it with him. He gives you a knowing look, one that fully dismantles the calm taking shape over your last storm.
๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. Very often do Twitter porn accounts get suspended, or their posts will disappear. This is the case for some links in this post, as it was made in December. I will not be updating them, and if anything, I will make another addition in the future. Thank you.
โค ๐๐๐๐๐.
sensual, slow fingering.
and this one, because of his arms and hands.
eating you out as if youโre his last meal.
spanking his little rope bunny.
then fucking you, all pretty nโ tied up.
worshipping your sensitive nipples.
riding him โtil he cums.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ one ใป two ใป three.
โค ๐๐ฬ๐๐๐.
teasing you until he finally slides in.
toying with you during foreplay.
fucking you from behind and pulling your hair.
part deux. and another.
facesitting a handcuffed sub!kรถnig.
some very cute mutual masturbation.
the afterglow.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ one ใป two ใป three.
Picture yourself waking up with Simon, his strong arms holding you close to his chest. You turn over to get a better look at him, the early morning sunlight forming patterns on his bare skin; faintly illuminating through the trees outside your window.
He truly looks at peace, soft lips parted ever so slightly, eyebrows relaxed. Untroubled. Simon loathes the scars that envelop his face, one scaling his right cheekbone. Itโs partially sunken in, a direct result from being hit by debris in the midst of fleeing from an explosion. He deems it unsightly.
You believe otherwise. His complexion is stunning. He has a natural flush, with the bridge of his nose graced by faded freckles. Unconditionally enamored with his features, watching the warmth of the sunrise make itself knownโhis dirty blonde hair appearing honeyed in its undertones. You can see some scruff growing in, too. So contrary to what anyone would think of him to be underneath the balaclava.
Before he met you, Simon experienced horrific nightmares that resulted in him drenched in a cold sweat, panicked in the middle of the night. Near tears, even, and it broke you to pieces witnessing him in that state. They lingered for months after you moved in together, and gradually seeing him be able to rest so comfortably makes your heart swell with happiness.
To him, you are an angel that came to his rescue. His sunshine. You taught him how to destress properly, to let his mind be at ease.
He sleeps soundly with you by his side, and if you leave your space next to him, he will end up following you around. Half awake, clinging to you from behind with his face nestled snug into your neck. Plan on bathing? He wants to join you, no matter how lethargic his body may feel. Afterwards, you always end up lured back into bed. His hushed words โcome back to bed, princess,โ ringing in your ears, drawing you in with ease.
Simon rarely wears much during his off daysโwhich you enjoy eminentlyโfinding it liberating to roam around your house in his boxers, or sweatpants. Itโs understandable, given he is so used to bearing pounds of his protective gear and military equipment. You feel the inviting heat of his body, and snuggle closer to him, as much as physically possible.
It feels safe, and you run delicate finger tips across his ink, drawing tiny hearts. He sighs in content as he stretches out his lower half, slowly waking up to process his surroundings. Cat-like, despite his physical appearance.
He looks at you all curled up next to him, and pulls you in to place a kiss on your forehead.
โGโmorning, pumpkin. I take it you slept well?โ His voice is somnolent, angelic. Being in such close proximity to him, you can feel the vibration of how deep it is. Butterflies flurry almost instantaneously; dancing wildly, contained in the base of your stomach.
You recollect a particularly strange dream to him, and a small grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. Seemingly amused by your rambling, and his half-lidded eyes have a loving glint to them as he takes in every sentence, every syllable. As you continue on about it, he neatly tucks your hair away from your face.
Blood rushes to the apples of your cheeks, and you lose your train of thought when he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip.
โI donโt mean to interrupt you. I just felt the need to kiss you. May I?โ Your heart does backflips at the sudden request. God, you want to bite him. How is it possible for him to be this sweet? Without even trying, in this case.
โPlease do.โ You give him a meek smile, an attempt to disguise how eager you are.
Simon repositions himself to be on top of you, and the weight of him is indescribable. You find yourself on cloud nine, allowing your hands to over prowl his toned abdomen. His muscular build covers you entirely; making you feel small, protected. He settles in between your legs with a pleased โmm,โ giving your thigh a squeeze once satisfied with his placement.
He cups your face in his hand, equally in awe of your bare-faced beauty. With any flaw you could dissect in front of a mirror, he could provide endless reasons to why is he in love with each detail. When he presses his lips to yours, you want to melt into the sheets you lay upon.
His kisses are never lacking in passion; his hands exploring your body in depth, kneading at your breasts as he deepens the kiss with a smooth slide of his tongue. You lift up to grind into his crotch, only wearing one of his long sleeves, and a pair of baby blue cotton underwear, adorned with white polka dots. Simon moans into your mouth, able to feel your heat faintly against him.
Following his lead, a lightweight when filling up on his affectionโdrunk on him, his scent, every movement leaving you aroused to the boiling point of impatience. You want him so bad. You start tugging at his waistband hastily, and he chuckles at your abrupt shift in demeanor.
โRelax, love. Iโm not going anywhere.โ Simon coos at you, placing a soft peck on the tip of your nose. He undresses you first, clothes discarded off to a corner, basking in the beautiful curvature of your body. You take his breath away, no matter how many times he has you this vulnerable.
โSimonโฆ Youโre staring.โ You bring him back down to earth, shyly caged beneath him.
โCanโt help it. Not when someone as beautiful as you is all fuckinโ mine.โ
He begins to leave a trail of kisses, from your neck, stopping to give your nipples some attention, then working his way down to that perfectly wet pussy that he reveres so vehemently. You can feel his warm breath against you, and you tense with anticipation.
โNeed you to be a good girl for me โn cum in my mouth. Understand?โ Simon licks a slow, teasing stripe along your centerโhe knows the exact amount of pressure to add, you never had the chance to fully process the question as is, deciding to store it in the back of your mind.
You inch yourself closer into him, needing much more than what he gave you. Greedy for it. He pins you down before you can act further on your thoughts, annoyingly one step ahead of you.
โDonโt make me repeat myself.โ Fuck, you throb from the dark timbre of his words.
โYes, Lieutenant, I understand.โ
With one simple word, you lit up a wildfire within him.
He spits on your cunt, letting it spill over until reaching your entrance. He spreads you open, pushing it deep inside with his middle finger. Once pleased with his work, he rubs the remaining wetness into circular motions over your clit. His pace is rough, though meticulous. You cry out for him as you feel the swell of your climax blossoming, a tight knot threatening to come undone.
He alternates back to using his mouth, feverish as he tongue fucks you. A yelp wants to escape you, and nothing comes out. You paw at his broad shoulders, desperate for some sort of leverage, something to hold onto. Anything.
Simon takes your hands, and you hold them tightly, fingers interlocked with his as you buck your hips up. His lips stay connected to you; sucking and lapping at your sensitive bud, small groans hummed against your pussy as you ride his handsome face.
Your thighs close in on him as you reach your orgasm, and he pushes them back apartโkeeping you in place, until he takes you to no point of return. Tears well up in corners of your eyes, unable to withstand the sheer amount of ecstasy rippling through your core. Any cries of pleasure are broken up into moans, and you feel like you can barely breathe.
Once Simon comes up for air, the same moment he releases his hold on you. You whimper at the sight of him, mouth glistening with a slick sheen of your arousal.
All of your limbs feels weightless, and he massages the areas where his grip will leave bruises. You feel out of body, temporarily unwillingly to put together a coherent sentence, besides a quiet โlove youโ with your face buried in his chest. This never bothers him, allowing you to recover in his embrace.
โI love you more. You did so well fโme, tasted so fuckinโ sweet, angel.โ His next few kisses are slow, heartfelt; you can taste yourself on his lips, making your head spin. A few repeated smooches for your cheek, โwant to eat you up,โ and you laugh from the slight tickle of his facial hair.
Simon scoops you up bridal style, carrying you to the shower. He gives a gentle smack to your ass once he sets you down, your legs still wobbly as you use him for support. Picking out your preferred productsโhe pays close attention to what you likeโand testing the water so that it is the perfect temperature.
Such a gentleman after devouring you, you think to yourself.
โAโright, letโs get you cleaned up, then you can decide what we do for the day. Sound good?โ
Your boyfriend is stationed in front of you, wrists tied behind the chair heโs sat in. He knows not to move, not to speak, only to be a good boy. For now. Tough it out, โtil youโre the one whoโs pitiful and needy. His eyes are densely clouded with lust and frustration. Through that resilient faรงade, you can see how tragically desperate he is. With his strength, he could get out of his restraints effortlessly.
But, you both know that he loves this game of yours. You tempt and wind him up, until his self-control breaks the thin ice itโs built upon.
You prepare by using a generous amount of lube, wanting to be sinfully wet for him. Lightly teasing your slit by gliding the smooth glass up and down in slow, deliberate passes. The slick sounds taking space in the white noise of your bedroom, making him restless. He fidgets in his place, hopelessly mesmerized by your naked body. His legs spread far apart to provide some relief. Heโs so unbelievably hard for you that it aches; the friction against his grey sweatpants makes him tremble.
You moan his name as you push the wand in for the first time, pumping experimentally as you adjust. Whimpering in a kittenish tone about how it feels so good, but not even nearly as good as his him. Each time you pull out, he can see how your tight cunt fucking grips the toy; earning a groan and a shaky โheilige scheiรeโ (holy shit) from him. He knows how that feels all too well, he hungers for it constantly.
You quickly find a delectable pace, and maintain eye contact with Kรถnig. Chasing the orgasm you feel bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Heโs captivated by how creamy your pussy becomes with every swift thrust.
All of your arousal mixing in with the lube, creating a heavenly white ring around your entrance. Lewd, mouth-watering squelches meld with your sweet sobs of pleasure. The words โplease, wanna cum so badโ escape your semi-glossed pout, no regard to the effect it would have on him.
โDo it.โ He growls through his teeth. โCum for me, you little fucking slut.โ
His demanding tone sends you over the edge in an instant, your release washing over you in immense waves. Ears ringing as you allow yourself to go limp, and neon stars temporarily filling your vision. Aftershocks of your orgasm hit you, making you involuntarily clench around nothing.
In those blurry moments of euphoria, Kรถnig rid himself of the ropes that held him. You suddenly feel his feather-light touch brush over the wetness sticking to you. He pushes two fingers into you, massaging your clit with his thumb in painfully careful motions.
You grab his wrist, eyes pleading with him. โSโtoo sensitiveโฆโ Your voice is barely a whisper.
His expression is unreadable, a sign that you are in for a mind-numbing night of him fucking you senseless.
โItโs sensitive, baby?โ He repeats, feigning concern and continuing his actions. You just nod, offering a timid โmhmโ in response. Peeking up at him through your pretty lashes, acting coy.
He grabs your chin, pulling you closer to him. His lips inches away from yours. โAw, thatโs too fucking bad, isnโt it? โCause Iโm going to make you cum on my dick, over and overโฆ until thereโs nothing left in that pretty little head of yours.โ
Observant, and very thoughtful, which you appreciate greatly. John fully recognizes that distance can be taxing, and picks up on the days where you need a little extra love. A date night out, binge-watching a series in bed, or a long drive with a good playlistโyou name it, he will provide for his mโeudail.
Much to everyoneโs surprise, he cooks very well and thoroughly enjoys preparing romantic dinners for you. They are somewhat bittersweet, as they usually happen nights before he has to leave for his next mission. Which, to him, that is all the reason to make it even more special for you. He wants you to know exactly how loved you are, even when he canโt be right there beside you.
I can just hear him saying: โHold it down for me, yeah? Be back nโ nae time, promise.โ
โGet your ass over โere, needโta kiss you one more time before I go.โ
John pretty much has a sixth sense for your missing accessories, this also includes scrunchies. He seems to know the exact location, how, when, and why you left it in a certain spot. His attention to detail is immaculate.
โOh, that? Put it in your jewelry box after yeโ went shoppinโ last Saturday.โ So nonchalant. Like, you remember last Saturday?
Going back to leaving for extended periods of time, I can definitely see him getting emotional once he sees you again. John cherishes you dearly, and you waiting for him in the airport will never fail to make his heart skip a beat. It snaps him back into reality. He picks you up and spins you around, always as if itโs your first time meeting each other.
John is your biggest cheerleader, as he should be. You can feel like a total wreck; bedhead in full view, breaking out and irritable from stress or your period, all while he wholeheartedly thinks you are the sexiest human on earth. Like, god damn. Thereโs no brushing him off about it, youโll feel the wrath of a man that could smother you in affection โtil the day ends.
If you do have a menstrual cycle, John is a complete sweetheart, and considerate of how your symptoms may change throughout the day. He will happily take over your chores or errands, and feels totally unbothered if he has to buy you pads, tampons, et cetera.
I bet he goes through โsympathy painsโ as well, developing headaches or even experiencing the same cravings as you. He cares about your well-being so much, he canโt help it. Nothing is worse than seeing his baby doll in pain.
Your designated seat is his lap. He will be personally offended if you choose to sit anywhere else on your couch. Anyways, how could you pass it up? He typically ends up playing with your hair, and pressing tender kisses along your neck. You tell him to focus on the show you put on, and he just hums in responseโpaying it no mind as he proceeds to give you a hickey, hidden just enough.
John has a hard time keeping his hands off of you, and feels mildly guilty over it at times. He definitely is the sort of partner to get affection boners, and it kills him on the inside.
You only feel flattered knowing that such simple kisses, and mid-afternoon cuddle sessions make him that flustered.
He would be mortified if he ever made you feel uncomfortable, or as if he turns everything sexual. So, his rule of thumb is to double-check if youโre okay with what heโs doing, or how he may be touching you. Not once will he overstep your boundaries.
Most of the time, heโs the big spoon. Though on some nights, when heโs stressed or worn out from a long flight, you get the honors of taking his place. Heโs so big and burly against your frame, and your favorite part is having your legs sort of intertwined with his.
Ugh, Johnโs hairy all over and itโs fucking tantalizing. You revel in having him in your armsโsleeping peacefully, and heโs freshly showered, soโฆ He smells like heaven. I imagine he gravitates to sharp, wintery scents. He uses Dirty Springwash, a pleasant find from one of your Lush trips together.
So, I see John as a dreamy combination of everything one can seek. He is not so much on the submissive side, though he would never complain about you taking control as you ride him. Dominance comes naturally to him, and parts of it are irregular as he isnโt one to take himselfโnor your sex lifeโthat seriously.
I say this because he is very conscious towards making it a fulfilling, gratifying experience, rather than something that could feel like a one big performance. Basically, go with the flow and try not to overthink about what pleases him. You have his full attention.
Has a kink for clothed or half-clothed sex, and this quickly lead to a reoccurrence of quickies in your relationship. The urgency puts his thoughts into a lustful frenzy, and pushing the hem of your skirt up, or pulling your panties to the side is a titillating sight to behold.
Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl are his favorite positions. For you, he is both a tits and ass man, and either view is the ultimate prize for John. He loves to have you on top, putting in the work as his calloused hands are softly holding onto your waist; assisting you with your pace.
You could practically freeze from the way he looks up at you, eyes hazy in equal parts love and lust. Heโs vocal with you like this, dangerously near losing his composure every time you ride him faster.
The pretty boy moans this man has, and an absolutely filthy mouth to match. Deadly. You can almost quiver at the husky tone that coats his voice; a sharp and distinct contrast to the carefree voice you are met with otherwise.
โLookโat you, whining for my cock like a little bitch in heat. Need me to fuck you dumb, hm? Aye, you do.โ
โChrist, yโfeel so fucking tight. Makes me wantโta ruin you.โ
He means business about making you cum on his fingers, in his mouth, and on his dickโin that order. Over, and over. His needs are at the very bottom of his list of importance, and he would still feel incredibly satisfied if you had to tap out before his own release. Seeing you writhing in pleasure, sobbing out his name with your thighs shaking at every touch is quite enough for John.
He will never, ever talk down to you for needing to stop at any time. That switch flips as soon as you say the word, and heโs instantly reverted back to his sweet, kind-hearted mannerisms; checking if youโre okay, if you need water, or maybe a warm washcloth. You cuddle up next to him, and he rubs the small of your back as you decompress.
You could say he is, uh, obsessed with creampies. Thereโs a rapidly budding breeding kink there, and if you tell him to cum inside, oh. He will. Heโll fuck his cum deep into you, practically torturing himself from the residual sensitivity.
Eats pussy as if heโs been deprived of it for a lifetime, for his own damn form of stress relief. There is no โskipping foreplayโ with John, thatโs blasphemous. He will make sure you are downright soaked for him.
Heโll spread your legs just how he likes โem, leaving a trail of kisses across your supple skinโright to down to your core. Teasing with his first several licks, adding short pauses in between them, his mouth everywhere except where you want it. A mischievous smirk plasters his expression as you attempt to buck up into him, whimpering for the warmth of his tongue against you.
โTell me what you need, babe. Let me hear you say it.โ
John gives you exactly what you desire, sucking on your clit while he finger fucks you at a dizzying pace. He knows your body like a Celtic hymn, and how to make you forget everything except his name. His free hand gently pressing down on your lower stomach, then adding a second finger and curling his two digits just right to send you into overdrive.
If readily available, he loves using a vibrator to overstimulate you after your first orgasm. Either way, he will make you squirt at least once, and John is so enthusiastic when you let it all out for him. You feel slightly embarrassed under his gaze, flushing a pinched red.
โFuckโn hell, made such a mess out of this pussy. So pretty, love. Sโall mine, too.โ
Simon is a gentle, loving partner. Heโs well aware of the darkness that weighs on his shoulders; never will he let that overpower him or have it to result in hurting you. No matter what, he strives to keep you feeling safe, there is not a moment where you will not feel completely and utterly adored.
At the beginning of your relationship, he was very reserved with his feelings.
Affection was easy to offer to you, yet he felt selfish if he emptied out his bottled up emotions. Communication from his side was difficult, he would much rather listen to you. Regardless, you could always tell by those beautifulโbut wearyโdark brown eyes that he carried a lot of pain. He knew he could be vulnerable with you; your softened gaze only rendering him shy, speechless.
Simon has never experienced that, the way you look at him as if he placed the stars in the sky every night. You could never judge him for struggling, and so, you held him tight, and reassured him that you would be there to listen when he feels ready.
Since then, he allows himself to melt in your arms each time he comes home. You are his safe haven, his darling, his princess. Each sentence he vents out to you is locked safely in your heart, for you alone. In your presence, his soul is soothed, and healing those mental wounds doesnโt seem like such a lost cause.
He frequently refers to you as โmy love,โ but there are many other terms of endearment in his rรฉpertoire. Angel, sweetheart, darling, muffin, et cetera. Hearing such syrupy words, paired with the deep rasp of his voice, never fails to make your heart flutter.
To most of the outside world, Simon is coldly stoic and calculated in his actions. With you, he lets his guard down, and you practically gleam during moments where you get a little smirk out of him. A small huff of laughter, shaking his head in amusement at one of your stupid puns. Thereโs nothing he loves more than seeing you happy, and it is beyond contagious to him.
Simon loves kissing you. I mean, loves, and especially when you add a little playfulness to it. Bite his lip, run your fingers through his hair, pull him closer. Itโs intoxicating to himโjust feeling your plush lips against his, the pleasant subtlety of your lip balm thrown in the mix is an immediate turn-on for him.
Forehead kisses, cheek kisses, nose kisses, all of the kisses from this oversized teddy bear!
Oh, and if you kiss down his neck or over his jawline? Yeah, that man is hanging on for dear life.
Speaking of lip balm, he probably bought a duplicate of yours, simply because it is comforting to him. Your scent in general, from perfumes to a whipped body butter, is something Simon tries to keep samples of if possible. Itโs a reminder that youโre alive, safe from what heโs enduring; waiting for him with a smile that warms his self-proclaimed cold heart.
Whenever heโs away on a mission, thereโs not much time for him to try to get in touch with you. He barely gets the chance to slow down, and acknowledges that it could potentially be dangerous. This resulted in him leaving notes for you to find around your shared home. Theyโre short and sweet, for example:
โIโll always come back to you, love. You are my home.โ
โI love you, and I canโt wait until I can see that pretty face of yours again. Be good for me.โ
Frequently falls asleep with his head in your lap, arms wrapped around your waist. Heโll have you stuck on the couch, and you feel bad by moving even slightly. If you do try to get up, heโll cling to you and let out small, dissatisfied grunts when you try to slip away. Heโs such a big baby.
That ties into my firm belief that his primary love language is likely physical touch. No matter when, no matter where, Simon is going to have you close to him, and is not even moderately ashamed of light PDA. If heโs in a particularly good mood, heโll be cheeky and smack your ass if youโre walking in front of him.
He loves to hold you from behind, lightly resting his chin on the top of your head. Yes, heโll even do this while youโre in some home goods store, mindlessly looking at a vast display of whatever holiday decorations.
Imagine showing him an adorable little trinket, and he observes it for a brief second likeโฆ โMm, sโvery cute, much like yourself. Would you like me to buy it for you?โ
Simon smells very crisp and autumnal, maybe with a hint of cinnamon. The notes on Tom Fordโs Tobacco Vanille match up to my idea of it. I donโt see him using heavily fragranced body wash, it can all become somewhat headache inducing. His skin is fresh, with a natural musk that you adore.
The man is beyond smitten with you. You can patch up some of his smaller cuts or scrapes with Hello Kitty band-aids, and heโll walk around proudly likeโฆ My baby took the best care of me, better than any of you wankers could.
The death stares his fellow soldiers receive if they flirt with you, man. Lethal.
Takes mental note of food and drinks you enjoy, from most to least. He encourages you to eat well without being overbearing, and is very proactive in keeping you within a healthy mindset.
Heโll carry snacks for you if youโre both away from the house for a while. Let his princess get hangry during an outing? Impossible, heโs ready and equipped.
Much of Simonโs work revolves around being in control and showing dominance, thus why he experiences the utmost pleasure through submission.
You have his full consent to overstimulate him, edge him, deny his orgasms, all until it breaks him down into a desperate mess. He will beg for you to keep going, whispering out broken pleas; followed by hushed cries of pleasure. He finds power in giving himself to you completely.
Letโs examine a bit, shall we?
โPlease, baby, fuckโJusโ want to cum so bad, please. Iโll do anything.โ
โS-shit, your mouth feels so fuckinโ warm, princess, donโt stop.โ
โGod fuckinโ damn, I need to taste you right now. Please, baby, will you let me?โ
Thereโs a perfect balance he allows himself, and through his actions, as gentle as they may be, you can still tell he is in charge in his own way. You always end up with faint bruises on your hips, and love bites along the dip of your breasts.
Simon likes to follow what positions you will find most pleasurable, as well as comfortable, butโฆ No doubt, missionary is his weakness, because to him, there is nothing better than being able to see you so overwhelmed with bliss as heโs fucking into you. You look beautiful in the moment; cheeks flushed with a cherried tint, and eyebrows furrowed as he makes you watch yourself be filled up to the brim.
Face-fucking is a sport to him, and it makes the man go absolutely feral.
Itโs borderline sinfulโthe way he is obsessed with every detail. The feeling of your throat constricting around him, the sounds of you gagging, sticky saliva dribbling down your chin in glistening strings. What sends him over the edge is your nails clawing into his thick thighs, so pathetically eager to hold on just for him.
You receive endless amounts of praise throughout itโฆ
โThatโs my good girl. You always take that dick so well, donโt you?โ
โJust like that, doll. Show me how bad you need my cum.โ
โFuck, โm so close. Youโre doing so good, angel. Always perfect fโme.โ
He is freely vocal with said praise, though his moans are very minimal up until he reaches that peak where heโs closest to his own release. More often, he groans, grunts, and growls depending on how rough the sex is.
But, his moans when heโs about to cum are delicious. You wouldnโt think itโs possible for him to sound so needy, then his thrusts become fervid. He loses the control he held onto, and his body responds to yours; nearly in perfect sync, and heโs whimpering as he tries to silence himself by kissing you, or burying his face in your neck.
Inarguably, Simon has a size kink that he likes to exploit by man-handling you to no end. There is almost zero effort put into carrying you, and positioning you right where he wants you. You look delicate beneath him, all doe-eyed and unconditionally trusting. Heโs fucking addicted. It takes everything in him to resist turning you over, and pounding you into the mattress.
A solid 8.5โ inches with a slight curve. Circumcised, thick with a prominent vein pathing up his shaft, stopping before his rosy pink tip. His balls are plump, heavy, and smack against your clit perfectly whenever he takes you from behind.
He is very consistent in making sure you are feeling satisfied, protected, and properly attended to. Providing aftercare is his fortรฉ! Heโll run you a bubble bath, light one of your favorite candles, and carry you to the tub. If you want him to, heโll join you and help wash your body. In between rinses, your shoulders are peppered with chaste kisses.
Heโll give you one of his big shirts to sleep inโit faintly smells like his cologneโwith your coziest fuzzy socks, plus a much needed thigh massage once youโre all snuggled into bed. And, of course, you get to pick what movie to watch.
When it boils down to it, Simon is very much a sentimental, making toe-curling love kind of guy. He craves the pure intimacy of โvanillaโ sex, and making you feel and savor every inch of him is his motivation. He typically initiates this through cuddle-fucking; heโs devilish, and knows all too well that the angle is prime for reaching your g-spot.
Itโs practically over for you when he reaches around to rub your sensitive clit in light circles. His fingers are nimble, skilled, and he coaxes you on by nibbling at your neck and ear, whispering sweet nothings. He wants to have you trembling in his arms.
Your cunt just clenches around him, pleading for more. You ask oh so sweetly for him to go fasterโtell him youโre close, you can barely take it.
Simon hits you with the โI know, baby, I know. Just let go for me.โ
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