#Just a little something

[hunnam]

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

Just a Little Something about how Zane is PIXAL and Cole's impulse control

PIXAL: Drill through the road >:)

Cole: Drilling through the road >:D

Zane: No drilling through the road >:[

PIXAL and Cole: No drilling through the road :`(

(~*~)

To the cart driver

PIXAL: Go as fast as you can >:)

Zane: Within the legal limit >:o

[glitchedcosmos]

Ghost spot

[fox-in-trash]

Saw @gigizetz warrior Penelope au and this is all I could think of, enjoy

[beasttrash]

happy new year!!

[velvet-paradox]

Oops!

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female reader Summary: you accidently call Simon while taking care of yourself. (got inspo from lovi on twitter) Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 21+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, porn with very little plot female masturbation, male masturbation, descriptive actions, anal mentions, toy mentions, A LOT of dirty talking, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

It's not that his phone is ringing in the middle of the night. It's not even the fact he'd just finally drifted off to sleep either. When he fumbled and grumbled, (of course he was grumbling) Simon Riley wrote the book on the Art of the Grumble you were certain, he was just relieved it wasn't Price. He was exhausted and was thisfuckingclose to telling the captain to pound sand if he had to pull another fifteen hour shift on base!

But no, it was not captain Price and it wasn't Johnny either. The screen of his phone stark white, taunting him in the dark of his room, as the time and your name and picture popped up. The one he'd taken of you and König in Vienna.

What was this about now? Simon huffed, dark blonde brows forming together. You better not be calling him from the bar again, needing a ride home, not trusting anyone else to swoop in to the drunken rescue. You saved money on Uber's and he got to look after you.

WIn - win.

" 'ello bird, what is it this time?"

Silence.

"Foxy, come on now, it's late. If you need a ride jus--"

"Oh yeah, oh that feels so good." You said through your teeth, hissing from a bit of a distance. What was that? Were you getting laid? Jesus H. You sounded breathless, out of it until some more rustling and now your voice wasn't so clouded in mystery.

You whined out something fierce which both confused and interested to the masked devil.

"Fox, can you hear me? Bird answer m--"

Another low whine followed by a low and quiet buzzing. "Oh fuck, I wish you were here. Oh fuck that feels so good, bet you would have a fucking ball using this one me. Oh Simon… please!"

He sat up quickly, his ear to the phone burning hot, a blush of discovery rising through his naked body, Ghost ran hot most nights, even in the winter months and said fuck it about four years ago and slept nude. Either you were having a decent fucking shag with another man named Simon, or you were thinking about him.

Well what have we here, you little sly little fox?

"So glad I got that princess plug, this feels amazing. Oh Simon, if you only knew, if you only fucking knew the things I want from you. What I'd let you do to me, what I want -oohhh fuck too much too much--" you cried and the buzzing stopped abruptly. You were panting and humming and without a second thought Simon's hand was stroking his waking cock through his sheets.

And just what did you want him to do? Simon bit his lip as he listened in, pulling his phone away only for a moment, making sure the volume was at it's highest before he put it on speaker.

"O-oh god, yeah. I don't wanna' cum again just yet! Want you to tease me, tie me up and make a mess. Mmmm maybe you'd make me clean it up too. I'd ride your fucking boots if you asked!"

Oh. Simon was not expecting that sentence or the filthy way you moaned, satisfied with saying it out loud.

"Can I? Can I L.T. can I ride your boots, I'll clean up m-my mess, I promise. Mmm, sitting under desk, your personal desk bunny you're," you really started breathing hard then, whimpering as he could now make out a wet, splotching sort of noise. Oh fuck- you were fingering yourself now. "Your fucktoy. Oh god! Yeah, I wanna' be your little fuck toy. Use me. Use my mouth, use my fucking pussy, I am so wet right now, oh shit!" You giggled wetly to yourself, gasping and Simon could only imagine you adding another finger into your spongy hole.

A fucktoy? boot riding? a plug in your asshole with fingers in your cunt? You were a nasty, freaky little thing. Oh this was better than any video he had watched recently! Interactive as he continued to stroke himself with you, the sheet had earned a wet pre-cum spot and had to be pulled away, Simon put his head down and spat on his cock, smearing his saliva around the girthy crown of it.

You were a dirty girl.

He loved it.

You were demure in the halls, paid close attention to detail, slick and sly when you need be, hence your call sign being Fox. You were quiet but funny, witty and no one had a bad word to drop about about you. Your lore on how you ended up with the 141 was something of legend, a myth that one day you just appeared like an apparition and no one questioned why. Just roll with it. You didn't cause trouble, kept your nose down but you knew things about each team member that soldiers could only dream of knowing. A book of secrets. Clearly.

Simon chuckled darkly to himself all the things you could come up with, possibly thing he hadn't even heard of. Simon wasn't into the BDSM scene, he knew a variety of knots of course but to use them on someone, never given the opportunity. As he spat on his cock again, the image of your face appeared. Maybe you liked to be spat on in too. The cute little whimpers and gasps you were doing on your end might suggest you like a lot more than just spit.

"Simon please! Bet you feel good, I know y-you're big, you'd stretch me out. Make me gape for you, oh fuck that's so hot!" You're erratic, your sheets are rubbing together faster and you're now on the verge of squealing like a stuck piglet. "Hold me down, pull my hair, those big fucking hands of yours on me, in me. Oh baby, finger me nice and deep, deeper than I can reach."

You wanted him so desperately and that made the lieutenant fuck his fist faster, slippery and noisy and wet. His hard cock just sloppily going up and down his shaft, he squeezed the mushroom cap like head of it, felt himself jerk and twitch before going hands free. Slapping it against his messy palm.

"Talk me through it baby, tell me what to do, how to do it. How fast, how slo-ow, oh yeah that's nice. Oh fuck I can feel it coming, I'm gonna' cum again. Shit." You grunted and made the most delicious sound Simon had ever heard in his whole damn life.

You were moaning, tapping the gem of the plug if he were correct.

Tap tap, tap tap.

"Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, finger my pussy, make me cum. Make me squirt, shoot your fat fucking load all over my face. I'll be your best girl, I swear it I swear it! I'm gonna' cum if I pull this out now." You cried, panting to your little hearts' desire. Simon was close too, he did his best to match your moans and sobs of pleasure, planting his feet and bucking his defined hips.

"I'd cum just about anywhere on ya', Foxy." Simon grunted quietly to himself. "Foxy fucktoy. Mmmm that does 'ave a bit of a ring to it, aye? Bad fuckin' girl."

You slapped something then. Your face, a tit perhaps, your pussy but you were whining and carrying on and Simon had to shut his eyes, imagining you working the princess plug in and out.

Oh for fucks' sake, he'd sell his left nut to see your pretty face, worn out, fucked out, in bliss and pleasure, sticking your pink tongue out. Eyes rolled back as you continued to fuck your fingers in tandem with his own fist.

"Gonna' cum oh shit, I'm gonna' cum again. For you. Only for you, sir!" He could hear your sloppy fingers plunging in and out of you pussy, faster and faster, louder and louder you became.

"Oh fuck yes, Simon! Yes, sir!"

You came with a shout, groaning and grunting behind your teeth. You sounded absolutely feral, pornographic. He couldn't hold it back any longer either, Simon bit into his cheek and came into his hand, it shot up and onto his stomach, muscles tight as he coaxed the last dribbling bits of cum onto his skin. He gave his palm a 'good game' type slap with his cock, laying back further into his pillows.

God damn.

"Fuck that was good. If only, if only you were here mmmm." You finally huffed out. You rolled over, to whatever side of your bed or maybe just readjusted yourself and your toys but he heard a clank of something and then your voice, clear as day. "What the fuck…oh my god. Oh no! Oh please don't be a voice note!"

Simon had to chuckle at your change in attitude.

"Oh for the love of… please be asleep. Pleasepleaseplease L.T. be asleep. I didn't mean to call --"

"On the contrary love," Simon held up his phone to his mouth, he heard you gasp on the other end. "I heard every last word and you sounded so damn fine. Bet you're glowing after coming so damn hard," you scrambled for words on your line, mumbling out a sorry excuse for an apology. He clicked his teeth at you like one would a horse. "Ah ah, Foxy. If there's a green Post-it on my door when I wake, your wish will be my command. And I am often fond of those aren't, Fox?"

"Very much so, sir."

"That's a girl. Now why don't you go get cleaned up and get some rest. Depending on your answer, soldier, you just might need it."

Simon chuckled to himself when he rose that morning, his entire door was covered with little green Post-its and none were the wiser when you passed each other in the mess hall.

[tasteofchaos2005]

i'll be here waiting, babe

[aracfox]

Hear me out, a rodimus who believes that hot rod is dead (he doesn't wanna believe that he is hot rod).

Whenever he talks about his past before becoming rodimus, instead of saying "I did" he says "so hot rod...". And nobody knows why he talks like he isn't hot rod.

They don't understand until Megatron gets so annoyed by that, that he starts demending rodimus to stop talking like he isn't hot rod.

And rodimus just looks him, dead in the optics, and says: "But I am not hot rod, I am rodimus. Hot rod is dead. Don't you remember Megatron? You were the one who killed him after all, weren't you?"

And after he says it there is just silence. Because nobody knows how to react or what to say.

Nobody knows how to react to finding out that too become a prime, their captain literally died (I like to believe that rodimus doesn't like to talk about how he became a prime). That he died at the servos of the mech who became his co-captaim years later.

Or that he believes that who he was before is still dead. and not even the matrix can bring him back.

[kortac-sweetheart]

hehehe Johnny taking care of all the goats and sheep and highland cows his sweet little love is so enamored with: its not much but it's honest work -simp anon

hehe yeah you and him elope when he retires and you two settle down in the countryside on a quaint little farm and cottage straight out of a fairy tale🥹

it’s another version of idyllic and marital bliss, he’s never been so grateful to live and be alive. he doesn’t know how he made it out alive and well but he is, and he’s certainly not going to let his second chance at life slip through his hands.

every morning he wakes up before you naturally and he just, likes to watch you snooze. admiring your cute little face squished against his bicep or chest and slightly drooling too, you’re positively adorable.

he moves just the teensiest bit and you whine, sleeping face crinkling into a displeased one and he has to hold back his chuckle, slowly pulling up the duvet to your cheeks to keep you warm. his hand stays soothingly planted on your back, finger idly tracing little hearts as he thinks about today’s schedule.

he’s pulled from his thoughts when he feels you move, you pull yourself closer to his chest, blinking sleepily up at him and he can feel his heart melt when you smile at him.

“g’mornin johnny…” your hand rubs the sleepiness out of your eyes and he has to resist the urge to squeal and pinch your cheeks. he instead settles for squeezing you tighter and planting a firm kiss to your forehead.

“good mornin’ sweetheart.” he wishes he could freeze time and just stay like this with you. together forever in your cozy bed, full of warm cuddles and sweet nothings, but there’s life to live, things to do, places to see.

he loves mornings with you, but he adores afternoons even more.

there’s almost nothing better than pulling you to take a nap with him under the giant tree in your field. he lays himself down on the blanket made from your beloved sheeps’s wool and lays you on top of him, right against his chest to reassure you he’s still here. he’s right here with you and he’s not going anywhere, it’s a promise.

the feel of the sun peeking through the tree’s canopy, the kiss of wind against supple skin, and the weight of you on top of him, what’s not to love? sometimes a sweet little cow will join too, curling up right besides him for a nice nap. and this is what heaven on earth is like, he thinks.

he took his life for granted once, he’ll never do it again.

[hallowshumour]

New ref for my gengar pokesona, Dross 💀😈🖤☁️

[cowplantbebop]

ts4 cc download: burglar alarm (deco)

your sims can now leave their homes without fear, thanks to this 100% effective burglar deterrent!

download: sfs

[yummycrummy]

teasing~

[cerisereids]

forcing spencer to do yoga with you…he’s never been in an environment so calm before…so zen. it honestly kind of freaks him out, his wide brown eyes scanning the dimly lit room full of people breathing deeply and stretching in ways he didn’t know the human body could. when his gaze gets back to you though…oh, does everything change. the twist of your waist as you expertly shift in and out of various poses, the little hairs sticking to the back of your neck, it nearly drives him insane. he’s so stunned that the second you reach the car after class, he’s pulling you into him.

“spence-oomph!” you squeal as he smushes his lips into yours. he sucks your bottom lip between his, a move that’s now instinctive whenever he kisses you. you pull back to leave a few quick pecks before pulling away completely. spencer groans, his fingers still supporting the back of your head, scratching lightly at your scalp. you close your eyes and smile at the sensation, leaning into him and resting your cheek on the car seat. your eyes flutter open to find him looking at you with an intensity that could melt the sun. you knew from that look alone that you were in for a long night.

[lulurubberduckie]

Guys hear me out… Johnny got honorably discharged because of the brain damage he suffered from surviving a gun shot wound to the head,right?

Well he was prescribed medical marijuana to deal with the chronic migraines and other negative side effects from said wound.

Imagine being on your knees sucking him off with him above you, smoking a joint.

Tw: mentions of marijuana, usage of marijuana, oral(M receiving), lmk if I missed any!

“Fuck,” he groans, head falling back as his hand brings the joint to his lips, “Just like that, fuck you look so good on your knees for me, pretty girl.” He exhales a plume of smoke in your face.

You pull away to catch your breath, using your hands to pump him instead. Johnny grins down at you as he grabs your hair, he pulls so you’re looking up at him.

He brings the joint down to your lips, his head tilting and his eyebrows tic up in question. You nod your head a little letting him put the paper in between your lips.

Making eye contact you take a deep inhale of the drug. While holding the smoke in your lungs you bring your face back to his cock. You wrap your lips around his leaking tip and slide down as far as you can handle, keeping eye contact the whole time you start a slow and teasing pace while exhaling the smoke through your nose.

“Bleeding Christ, bonnie” Johnny all but whimpers, the fingers that are curled in your hair tighten.

Idk idk I just think it would be really hot 🤤



[choccorin]

his love language | ft. rin

tags. fluff , itoshi rin x gn!reader

rin isn't the greatest when showing affection. words of affection are definitely a no-go because he may come off as mean, even though he's only being honest. gift giving, eh — maybe. he's scared that you'll dislike it, or maybe he'll mess up it up, so he rarely gives you anything.

physical touch? also a maybe. it would take a long time for him to warm up to you, but when he does expect to always have him by your side when you're in private, he'll be your own personal blanket cause of how he's always wrapping his arms around you.

acts of service? definitely. since he's not the best at words, his actions will speak for him instead. he'll open every door for you, he'd clean your apartment, make you breakfast in bed or cook your favorite meal, he'll blow dry your hair after you showered, and he'll surely take care of you when you're sick.

[brosef-von-dudehomie]