Caoimhe

Hi I’m Caoimhe! Welcome to my blog! I mainly write for TF141 + König, but will write for other COD and multifandom characters too.

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18+MDNI

Simon was insatiable. He had been buried in your pussy for hours now, whimpering and whining above you, desperate to feel even more of you.

Your co-worker had been a little too flirtatious at the company picnic. Simon couldn’t stand to see another man being so blatantly interested in you. Simon wanted to storm over and rip the man’s head from his shoulders when he touched your waist. How dare the bastard disrespect you, your marriage like that.

Simon had waisted no time when you two got home, kissing down your chest, giving you orgasm after orgasm. He had to prove to you that no other man could make you feel like this. You would never cheat. Simon knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. He was like a man possessed as he fucked into you, cock rubbing you just the way you liked.

His tip hits the gummy wall of your cervix over and over, drawing long, needy moans from your lips. Simon presses his lips to yours, swallowing your pleasure.

“So good f’ me, Lovie. Need- need you.” The moan he lets out is almost embarrassing. So high and desperate, drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Gghh fuck fuck yes.”

Your head tilts back from the pleasure, smiling at his desperation to prove himself to you. “You jealous, Si?”

“No. Not jealous. Never- ughhh yeah- never jealous.” He lies, eyes rolling back as he nears orgasm. His large hands squeeze your ass, pulling your hips even closer to his, hitting a whole new angle.

You cry out lewdly, “Simon! Oh god! Please, Si!” You come hard on his thick cock, gushing around him and walls clenching. He reaches down to rub circles on your puffy clit, making you writhe below him.

His thrusts start to falter as he finishes inside you, spurting warm cum into your eager pussy. His face is flushed a deep red and his breathing is ragged as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling what’s left of your perfume. “My pretty wife.”

18+MDNI

Simon's cock was throbbing. All day he had been desperate for you, itching to get his meaty paws on you and fuck you into the mattress.

You had worn that pretty summer dress again. The one he got you last year with the pretty yellow flowers and hugged your breasts just right. It was his favorite and you knew it. You purposefully stuck your ass out higher as you bent over to pick some fresh flowers from your garden.

You knew what it did to him. You could feel his eyes locked onto your figure, practically drooling at the sight.

“Lovie,” he called out “c’m ‘ere.” He beckoned you closer with two thick fingers.

You smiled innocently and patted on over to him. “You okay, Si?”

His hands are quick as he grabs your waist. “Fuckin’ teasin’ me? On purpose, Birdie?” His hands waist no time slipping under your skirt, pulling at your panties. He nearly rips them in his haste. “Gotta get these off, Pretty.”

“Simon!” You squeal and twist, giggling as he hauls you onto his lap. “Let me do my gardening, you brute.”

He scoffs coyly. “Brute? You said yes to marryin’ me. Don’t go switchin’ up now.” He presses your back against his chest, pulling your legs apart so your slick pussy is out for him to see. He slips two meaty fingers to your clit, rubbing slow circles.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, head tipping back to his shoulder. “Feels good, Si.” Your hips buck into his hand, chasing the pleasure.

He chuckles almost cruelly, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smug smirk. “Awww so sweet, Birdie. Knew ya needed this.”

You moan, mouth opening in pleasure. “You needed this,” you correct him, but there’s no real heat behind it. You just need him to keep rubbing you like that.

He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your perfume. The scent of it only makes him harder. “Fair play, Love. Fair play.”

His fingers slip lower, dipping into your eager pussy. He curls his fingers just the way you like, making you cry out in pleasure. “Simon! Yes yes yes- fuck!” Simon had always been so skilled with his fingers, knowing exactly what you liked. He was generous with it too. Always so focused on your pleasure.

You whine pathetically. Simon had a knack for pulling the most needy and pathetic sounds out of you. If it didn’t feel so good, you would be embarrassed. “Si, please.. Mmmhhh fuck. Please make me come.”

He curls his fingers deeper into your desperate cunt. “Come on, Baby. Wanna see you come all over my fingers.”

With that he has you coming, pussy clenching around his fingers, legs shaking and back arching desperately. You could feel the hardness of his cock under your ass. You grind against him as you come, already needing more.

“Want me to fuck you, Birdie?” He asks as he adjusts you on his lap, ready to pull out his rock hard cock the second you nod yes.

Your eyes are glassy as you nod with growing need. “Mmmm yes yes”

He smirks again, rubbing his still clothed cock against your bare ass. “Say it, Pretty.”

“Please fuck me, Simon,” you plead, wet pussy leaving a wet mark on his jeans.

Simon always loved the sight of your slick, knowing he was the one making you feel so good, making you so needy. He always knew he was in for a good night. 

18+MDNI

Simons hands roamed your skin hungrily. He had woken up insatiable for you, determined to fuck you like he had something to prove. To you or to himself, you weren’t sure.

That didn’t stop you from whining and pushing yourself against his hard, heavy cock. He had already made you come several times, the count long forgotten. But, here you were, wanting as much as he was willing to give.

His rough grunts echo in your ears as his cock rubs against your eager pussy. “Lovie, relax. You’ll get what ya need.” He huffs, placing a sloppy kiss above your breasts. “Let me take my time, Pretty.”

You buck your hips impatiently, wanting more of him. “Siiii, don’t be mean.” He was being mean. As mean as Simon could be to you at least. Each orgasm was always met with his reward. Really it was just his excuse to tease you to the point of insanity.

He knew it too, chucking, endlessly amused with himself. “Mean? Me? Never.” His scarred hand grabs the underside of your knee, pushing it up to your chest.

The tip of his cock leaks onto your wet folds. His eyes widen at the sight of it, narrowing in on the lewd sight, utterly transfixed. “Mmmm fuck, Lovie. Could fuck you just like this.” He says almost breathlessly. It’s probably the closest you could ever get to seeing Simon off his guard.

“Do it, Si. I want you. Please.” He has you begging now. It’s pathetic really, but you couldn’t care less. You want him. Need him. If begging is what finally gets him to fuck you again, you’ll do it shamelessly.

He presses his tip into you, making your head roll back against the soft pillows below you. Your hands grasping the sheets in a death grip. “Simon. Please.”

The whine in your voice finally makes him cave, pushing his full length into you, watching your face closely for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he rocks his hips, drawing out the pleasure. “Ya like that, Birdie? Tell me how much you like it.”

You gasp, eyes rolling back I your head as he gives one hard thrust before going back to his gentle rocking. “Love it, Simon.”

Death/Mentions of Death - ☠︎︎ Smut - ❀ Canon typical violence - ✧

COD Thoughts:

18+MDNI

It had been far too long since König had gotten a whole day alone with you. Work always tied him up, endless deployments, endless meetings always frying his head and stealing his time.

Finally, here you are in front of him. His for the day. Just like you promised.

He had been planning it for weeks. Even got you a pretty new lingerie set. Nothing flashy. König hated flashy. For him, there was nothing better than a simple soft set that complimented your soft skin.

He has you on his lap, straddling him as he runs his large rough hands over your soft skin, occasionally grazing the lacy panties.

His lips run across your neck and collar bones, placing slow kisses along your skin. He wants to saver every second he has with you before he’s being shipped back off somewhere, some place he can never tell you about.

“Du bist serh schön, Schatzi.” He rumbles. His hand slips down from your hip to cover your clothed clit. He rubs small circles, making you gasp softly, pressing closer to him.

Your hips grind slowly against his fingers, savoring the feel of him. “Mmmfh right there. Köni,” you sigh, head lolling forward to rest on his shoulder.

He swears he could come in his underwear just from the sight of you. Months worth of fucking his own hand in empty barracks could never do for him what you do.

His breath is hot on your skin as he pants, desperate to feel more of you. His fingers slip into your panties to touch your clit, fingers moving faster over your sensitive skin.

“Love- love you, Schatz. Does it feel good?” He nearly whimpers the words as he finally lifts his head, using his free hand to make you look him in the eyes.

Fuck.

He’s so whipped.

18+MDNI

Simon couldn’t help himself.

Not when you looked like that under him.

Your legs are spread, pussy glistening in front of his face. He had been at it for hours already. His mouth hot and desperate against you, making you writhe and scream in pleasure.

It had been months since he was last home, a hard deployment keeping him away. He had been so desperate for you. Each day an agonizing ache in his chest, yearning for your voice, your touch again. He was on you in an instant, eager and ready to pleasure you until you were shoving his face away.

You quiver and clench around nothing, begging him for more.

“Christ, Lovie. So good f’ me hmm.” He grumbles into your wet skin, eyes nearly rolling back at the sound of your moans.

You cry out, legs shaking around his head, “oh god… mm fuck- SI!” You didn’t think you could come this many times, but he’s already worked you through three before this one.

“Jus’ one more f’ me, Love. Jus’ one. Know you can.” He coos. It’s almost cruel the way his fingers work you open, tongue lapping at you with hunger.

With one more curl of his fingers you’re coming, back arching off the mattress and fingers gripping his sandy hair for dear life. God, he’s perfect.