Simp^3

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
sugusatodyke
sugusatodyke

I find it so cute how lesbians are the closest thing to real life a/b/o. Stealing eachother clothes to make a pile on their bed. The need to make the other smell like them so everyone knows they"re taken! Random biting to claim their partner! Loving each other"s scent to the point where it gets them horny! How they court each other with random gifts!!! Lesbians are truly like alphas and omegas!

bunnis-monsters
bunnis-monsters

NSFW


a/n: another kofi request!

Your deer hybrid lover had been rather antsy lately, not very keen on letting you leave after your weekly visit.

It was late December, Christmas had just come and gone and you’d come with treats and presents. He enjoyed your company more than anything, but the soft red scarf you knitted for him and sweet pastries you shared also made him incredibly happy.

But when you got ready to leave, he shook his head, reaching out to pull you close to him.

“No… please, don’t go. It’s not safe…”

His antlers lightly rubbed against your shoulder as he clung to you, his fluffy little tail twitching. He was sensing something you couldn’t, and you trusted his instincts enough to listen when he said something bad was about to happen.

“Alright, alright. How long do I have to stay?”

The deer hybrid looked away, his hood scraping the ground shyly.

“… all winter,” he murmured, his freckles cheeks a light pink. “Preferably.”

He was terrified of you being away from him, knowing the first big freeze was coming. It was a buck’s duty to make sure his doe stayed warm and safe during the winter, keeping you well fed and happy would make him feel like a good mate.

“All winter? But I have a job, I can’t-“

“P-please, just until this blizzard is over,” he pleaded, grabbing hold of your hand.

You let out a sigh, allowing him to guide you back into his cottage by the meadow. “Fine… but I’m leaving once the blizzard lets up.”

He let out a happy whine, curling up with you in bed as the winter’s first snow began to fall.

At first it was peaceful, watching the snowflakes dance in the wind, twirling about… but that’s when it began to come down harder.

Within minutes you could barely see out the window. All that was visible was a white blur, and now you understood that if you had attempted to walk home, you would have gotten stuck in a blizzard.

“You understand now,” he murmured, kissing at your cheek and jaw. “I just want to keep you safe with me. It’s dangerous during the winter…”

When the temperatures began to drop, your lover rubbed his hips against your plump ass, pushing his erection into you.

“I can keep you warm… if you’ll let me.”

He lifted your leg, letting you feel his bulge right on your clothed cunt. His deer legs were so fluffy and warm, brushing against you as he rocked his hips.

You let out a whimper, growing wet from his touch. The air was growing cold, even with the fire burning in the hearth nearby.

“Please…”

With that he was pawing at your clothing, helping you undress until your cunt was bare. “I’ve heard some humans say skin to skin contact is the best way to stay warm when the weather is bad…”

He was purring, his deer ears flicking excitedly as his cock slid between your thighs. “I always spend winter all alone, you know? All year I’ve been hoping this time you’d be here with me…”

Soft nibbles were left along your neck as his cock rubbed against your hole, desperate to sink into you.

“I wanna have a fawn with you… don’t you think you’d be a good mama?”

You whined as he pushed in, feeling his cock drag against your velvety walls as you moaned together.

His chest was pressed against your back, his warm breath on your neck. “T-that’s it, my little doe… my mate…”

Your mate’s hips slapped agaisnt yours, making a lewd ‘plap, plap, plap’ sound. The feeling of his ears wiggling and tickling your head made you feel so warm.

He was too cute!

Every time he got close to cumming, his ears would wiggle and his tail would twitch. You had learned this during your time with him, so you let yourself go and began meeting his thrusts.

“Ahh, right there…” you mewled, causing his pupils to dilate. Just the smallest big of praise had him slamming into you, hitting the spot that made you cry out in pleasure.

His cum was thick, filling your womb and making you feel sleepy. With your belly feeling all warm and stuffed with his seed, you knew it would be time to curl up with him soon.

He draped himself over you, his tail twitching as he licked at your cheek. “Did I do good?”

You scratched under his chin, giving the base of his antlers a scratch. “Mhm, perfect.”

The deer hybrid let you pet his fluffy legs as he began grooming and preening you. If you didn’t know any better, you might think he was a cat.

The two of you spent the rest of the blizzard together, snuggling and fucking for warmth.

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succubusvalentine
succubusvalentine

Simon Riley who doesn"t know how to comfort you. So, he does the next best thing.
CW : fingering, praise, dirty talk

Simon has never been good at communicating. Especially after growing up in an abusive household. Problems were solved with fists, not words.

He"d gotten better at communicating over the years. Though, he still struggled. Especially when it came to comforting people.

So when you came home, clearly pissed off, Simon was internally panicking. He had no idea what to do.

Simon remained silent as he stalked to the bedroom, looming in the doorway like a shadow as he watched you change into your shorts and singlet top.

"What, Simon?" You snapped, eyes flickering with frustration.

"What"s got your panties in a twist, lovie?" Simon asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

"Don"t talk about my panties, Simon!" You say, which makes Simon raise a brow at you. You really weren"t having it today.

"Alright" Simon sighed, his brain finally flickering with an idea.

He pushed off the doorway and walked over to you. Picking you up and ignoring your protests. Carrying you to the living room and sitting on the couch with you between his legs. You"re back to his front.

"Up we go" Simon hummed, lifting your legs to spread them and rest them over his thick thighs.

"What"re you doing?"

"Fixing your attitude"

"My attitude does not need fixing"

"Sure it doesn"t, lovie"

"It doesn"t!"

"Whatever you say"

You go to protest but then there"s two thick fingers rubbing at your clit. Making you go lax and whine in a mixture of relief and frustration.

"Tell me about your day, darlin"" Simon growled in your ear, his fingers slipping down your folds and into your cunt. Fingers curling up and pressing firmly against your g-spot repetitively. Making you gasp and a moan to be forced from your chest.

"Fucking-Sherry wouldn"t stop bothering me" you whimpered, grinding your cunt against Simons hand. "She was such a bitch today always on my ass about-oh my god there!-everything!"

"Sounds real stressful lovie. But look now, you"re doing such a good job grinding that pretty cunny against my hand. Soaking your panties and shorts like a good girl, hm?" Simon whispered in your ear, nipping the flesh gently.

""m being good" you nod dumbly, gasping as Simons fingers speed up. Your hips moving on their own accord. Heat quickly pooling in your lower stomach.

"C"mon baby, come for me. You can do it. You"ll be such a good girl if you do" Simon whispered, his free hand moving from your thigh to under your shirt, tugging roughly at your nipple, sending you over the edge.

You soaked Simons hand and your panties in your release. Crying out in pleasure. Head tipping back and eyes squeezed shut as you whine and moan.

"good fucking girl, huh?" Simon growled as he kissed your neck "attitude just needed to get fucked out of you"

So yeah, maybe Simon wasn"t good at comforting you. But he was really fucking good with his fingers.

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ghostslollipop
ghostslollipop

Ghost was never one to care about eating while on missions. His head too far in the game and fingers itching to do what he came for. But a starved soldier is as good as a dead soldier, so MRE’s it is!

Usually, he would just pick randomly and never really cared too much about what he chose. Growing up like he did, any food is better than no food at all. Needless to say, he isn’t a picky eater. However, Price had NEVER seen Ghost act like he did one hot night in July.

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machveil
dmitriene

simon riley with an oral fixation, it"s harder when he"s on a base, or in the field, used to mindlessly tongue at his cheek beneath the mask, gnaw his lips, anything he can do to soothe this ache, until he"s not home, in the comforting warmth of your home, the cotton smell of bedding and your arms, where you"ll take care of his need.

let him slip the thin, satin fabric of your nightie with needy, grasping fingers, tugging down until your plump, round breast spill over the lacy, triangle neckline, inches away from simon"s face, as his lower, thin bruised lip opens up to suckle at your perky nipple, hardening on his tongue from the touch and wandering air.

simon rarely does anything more than just suckling, letting his tired eyes glaze over, lids heaving, as his blonde, stained with black lashes swoop under his sunken eyes, where his skin is bruised lilac, webbed over with tiny veins, the flat of his tongue sweeping, brushing over your nipple, rolling the tender nub in his warm, wet mouth.

it"s takes time, while simon"s heavy weight downs on you, holding you beneath him, with his face nuzzled against your supple, smooth breasts, your fingers tangling, messing through the roots of his askew hair, scratching at his scalp carefully, before he releases your nipple with a wet pop, wiping away the glistening line of drool at his chin, before lifting himself up.

simon crawls down on you, to settle himself between your spreading, pretty legs, pushing your nightie up with his face, nudging his crooked nose against the fabric to end up against your sopping, aching pussy, fiddling with your panties before pulling them to the side, ready to take care of you too, folds glossy from smeared slick and fluttering for him.

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machveil

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thanks for the meal, eating this up

fishsinsareacknowledged
fishsinsareacknowledged

Something about having cuteness agression with simon is that he fucking loves it. He should be worried really when your nails dig into his face, cheek smeared over every inch of his eyes nose cheek and all over while you gush about how "cute" he is. He just...can"t find it in himself to care when he"s under your attention like this.

Even if he wants to argue that he"s not cute. He doesn"t wanna miss the opportunity to nuzzle his own stubbly cheek back into yours. Stealing a kiss for himself in the middle of all the fervour.

He"ll just nod and murmur yesses when you ask who"s a good boy, ignoring the familiar call of his phone when you grab at his neck. Craning his head a bit so you can nibble and let out your energy on him. Just let it out lovie, just let it out. Ignore the hearts in his eyes and bite down harder wont you?

princesssmars

Anonymous asked:

can you do submissive reader x vi

princesssmars answered:

oh my god vi who just loves how submissive you are for her…nsfw.

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it was the little things that tipped her off about the other side of you she’d yet to on see.

your relationship was new, only a few weeks since she’d asked you to officially become her girlfriend. the two of you still hadn’t had sex, only a few intense make outs that were promptly stopped when she notice your tense posture. she made sure you knew that she’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

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machveil

Anonymous asked:

Y/N, over text: I"m so sorry for drunkenly yelling at you

Simon, over text: Do it again.

machveil answered:

actually hear me out

TF141 going out for drinks after a deployment, just to unwind and drink after surviving a nightmare of a mission, and Simon gets completely wasted - just drunk off his ass. he’s not a lightweight, he can hold a couple drinks, which is why Soap and Gaz are having a laugh over him slurring out incomprehensible sentences and wobbling in his seat

but, through his thick accent and hoarse voice, Simon manages a couple mumbled words, “Where— where’s m’doll?”. his eyes are as cold as ever but his voice is suddenly so desperate. Price is watching it unfold as Johnny tries to ask Simon what he’s talking about. after Simon grumbles at him that his ‘doll’ is missing and, “Soa— Soap, need m’doll—”, it clicks for Gaz

they’re trying to get Simon to unlock his phone, he’s being stubborn about his mask being tugged down and Soap is trying to get him to tell them his password. somehow, after a couple minutes, they finally manage to break into the man’s phone. yeah, when Simon sobers up he’ll probably mouth off at them, but right now they’re scrolling through his contacts. Simon’s contacts are just people’s numbers, no names - except for one simply labeled ‘Riley

as soon as Gaz clicks the FaceTime button he hands it off to Simon. he’s not really paying attention until your voice rings in his ears, then he’s quick to look down at the screen. suddenly he’s sated, gaze smitten as his shoulders relax. you can tell he’s had a few, his head dipping ever so slightly as he slouches over, face a little too close to the camera. you’re about to ask why he called you but he cuts you off, muffled by his mask and voice a couple octaves deeper from the alcohol, “Hi, dolly.”