#cod headcanons

It all started one night after Simon got home from the bar. The only thing he wanted was to be surrounded by you. So he took u right there on the kitchen counter. And it was particularly rough. back arching, voice high, and nails deep into the soft flesh of his back. The pain of the bright red welts forming in his skin only diving him harder into u. And that night after a long evening in a sweaty dance of love, he look in the mirror to find scratches splayed across his pale back.

After that he was more aware of the pain u inflicted on him. Your playful hits that didn’t hurt, or the random times you’d bite him. And he liked it. Every time he’d feel his cock slightly firm in his pants.

After weeks of denial he finally confessed. It was early in the morning, right after your shower and his run as you both were sipping coffee in the tiny kitchen that he blurted out “I like when you hurt me.”

It took u by surprise, almost choking on your coffee as he said it.

“I like when u run your fingers down my back till I bleed, and I like when you bite me, and when you hit me, in that playful way. It, it just makes me wanna fuck you so hard. Till you’re screaming and I’m bleeding from your nails scraping my back.”

You look up at him with surprise. “You have a pain kink?”

“Yea, yea I think so.”

With a body like that, it would be hard not to stare 18+ mdni tf141 x reader

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In the absolute back-ass of some godforsaken country on a mission, you and the rest of Task Force 141 finally managed to crawl back to a proxy safe house. You’d been awake for forty-eight straight hours, your skin caked in layers of sweat, field dirt, and dried blood.

You wanted nothing more than a boiling hot bath to ease your tense, aching muscles. Instead, you were going to have to settle for a dingy, makeshift shower setup. 

The safe house was far from luxurious, but it offered the team enough sanctuary to rest up and scrub the grime of combat off your skin before continuing the op.

The one major drawback of the temporary base was its size. It offered virtually zero privacy, but none of you had ever really cared. 

The professional respect and tight-knit bond among the team ran deep. It also helped that the men treated you as one of their own—or, at least, that’s what you had assumed.

As the gruelling team debrief finally wound down, you decided to make your move with impatient haste. Wanting to be the first one in, you grabbed a change of clothes and called out to the room that you were heading to wash up.

The shower cubicle was actually situated just outside the main structure. It didn't offer much in the way of shielding—just a single brick wall. If anyone felt like walking around the corner, they’d get a completely unobstructed, full view of the stall. 

Stepping onto the cracked tile floor, you stripped down out of your heavy tactical gear. Since there were no locks or even a proper door, you just threw a loud warning shout out to the yard to let the guys know you were showering.

Simon kinda has a crush on you. The only time he sees you is on field, you two work on a different task force that occasionally teams up with the 141, but every time he sees you it reminds him of his crush on you. Most of the time he just ignores it, he only sees you during missions so there’s no point in dwelling on it. That is until on a mission your captain gets injured and so your whole team goes back to the 141’s base because it was closer. Shouldn't be a big deal, Simon just needs to ignore you for a few days, then he’ll eventually forget about you again like he always does.

Until he walks into the locker room and he realizes, other than your face he's never really seen your skin. He’s only ever seen you on the field, when you are fully covered. And now Simon is learning you are absolutely covered in tattoos, much like him. He just stands there in the doorway staring at you, he can't stop himself. “Need something lieutenant?” Simon ran a hand over his face, fuck you were hot. He shook his head and just walked out. It was weird but you brushed it off.

Simon couldn't sleep that night, couldn't stop thinking about you and those tattoos and how hot it would be to fuck you senseless. Simon got out of bed earlier, hoping a long run would get you out of his head but of course you were also up and getting ready to run. He couldn't even think of anything to say while he looked over your body, you had tattoos all over your arms and legs, the top of your chest and your stomach, it seemed like you had tattoos everywhere except your face. “Lieutenant?” Simon's eyes snapped up from your tattooed thighs, you were smirking at him “like what you see?” Simon's face went bright red and he attempted to walk away but you stopped him “I like your tattoos too Simon” if he didn't have a hard on from staring at you he definitely had one after you said his name. 

Simon absolutely couldn't get you out of his head no matter what he did to distract himself, he spent days avoiding you, and even still he got hard just at the thought of you. It got so obvious Simon was avoiding you that Price even asked if something had happened between you two. You were so fed up you went straight to his room. Simon didn't argue as you came in “what's your problem Simon?” he didn't look you in the eyes, he was just looking over your body “do you have a problem with my tattoos or something” Simon shook his head finally looking you in the eyes. He pushed you back against the wall “I want ya to tell me about each tattoos while I fuck you senseless” 

PDA is way off the table, even around his mates, for the most part, he looks all but indifferent to you. Especially at the beginning of your relationship. The only indication that he has some regard for you is that he had a tendency to stare.

On your first dates, he would stare. He would speak quietly, and in short sentences. If you didn’t know Simon as a person like you did (you were introduced by a mutual friend before you started dating) there wouldn’t be a second date.

But he’s not. His eyes were either on you, or checking the exits. He was feeling you out. Observing. Which would be the common theme of most if your dates: in an insignificant spot, his face covered with a surgical mask, watching you like a hawk.

His activities weren’t much better either. His idea of “quality time” is sprawling on the couch, turning on Man Uni and calling you into the room to sit next to him. Sure, bring your phone too, he doesn’t mind. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll probably explain to you what’s happening. Quality time also applied in the car. You were going to listen to his nü metal,and you were going to like it. Maybe, you’d find a calloused hand on your leg.

So, painfully mediocre on the surface level.

But here’s the thing: if you look past his indifference, he will mirror your reciprocations to your interest. Say you’re on the couch before him, and watching Drag Race UK. This time, he’ll sit with you, without complaint. If you’re driving, he’ll listen to whatever you’ll listen to.

Something people tend to overlook about Simon is how guarded of a man he is. Even around people he’s supposed to trust with his life. (For the most part, he doesn’t trust the 141 with his face.) He’s the kind of man who you truly need to know as a person and know that his aloofness is not personal. It’s him protecting himself.

He’s the kind of boyfriend that rehearses what he wants to say to you someday when you fall asleep against his arm. The type who isn’t embarrassed to bring you around his mates, because you’re simply another person close to him. He’s the boyfriend with the perpetual scowl when his partner is next to him, in public, or otherwise, but in actuality, he’s having the time of his life, and is enjoying your company so deeply.

On the outside, a horribly bothered RBF. In reality, on the inside, “this is my bird. I love her so much.”

warnings: +18 meaniesimon!, teasing, reader gets shy, they get nasty to celebrate him coming home from deployment, smut

simon has you on your back.

Your legs are pressed up to your shoulders in a mean mating press. he’s on his knees between your thighs. the moonlight illuminates both of you on the fluffy rug on the floor through the living room window.

you didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

the second he came home and opened the front door, his heavy gaze landed on you. you were lying on the couch, watching trash tv like you do every evening when he’s out at work.

he slipped off his shoes, dropped his duffle and took some steps towards you on the couch.

which landed you both here.

“fuckin ell’ baby, this pussy’s so fuckin pretty” he praised as he taps the strawberry red tip of his cock against your glistening clit.

you were already so wet just from his touches. and he was sickeningly hard, he was breathing heavy just from feeling your wetness stick to him.

“look at us kissin’ baby”

you leaned your neck up a bit to see him rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit in circular motions. clearly taking pleasure in this as a string of his pre cum connected you two each time he taps against you.

“mmh- fuck, so wet for you” you gush shyly looking at how nasty you two were being.

“been waiting all day for this pussy. hardly could wait to get ere” he grumbles as he stares at your pussy in awe. almost as if he couldn’t believe he was really here. your pussy was truly a dream come true to him, and he wanted nothing more than to savor this moment.

you relax into the soft rug as you look up at him. he looks so blissed out and he didn’t even slide in yet.

his normally blank face contorted in an expression of desire as he rubs his tip on your clit repeatedly. letting it mess with the bundle of nerves there before dragging it lower between your pussy lips and letting it catch on your clenching hole. 

“i think m’ mad at ya” he huffs.

easing the head in softly and then pulling back out again. you squeal softly at the brief intrusion. looking at his face as he breathes lowly through his mouth.

“why si?” you ask.

“kept this away from me. should’ve known i would lose my mind without this while on deployment” he groans as if the memories pain him.

“got into some squabbles with the lads, been on edge lately, aven’t been myself… cause’ i been needing this” simon admits lowly while slipping the head in completely this time. sinking lower and lower until he’s half way in and your quivering on the floor trying to steady yourself.

he pulls all the way out again, and goes back to “kissin” your clit with the head of his dick.

you groan miserably at him at from this. his scarred face only twisting into a mischievous smirk from your reaction. “see ow it feels? doesn’t feel good does it sweetheart?” he says flatly as he holds his painfully hard cock.

“m’sorry si” you say softly while batting your lashes. knowing exactly which tone to use to have your way with him. it works every time.

he looks at your faux innocent expression. half of him knows it’s a ploy to get your way, but the other half just doesn’t care and wants to give in to your every whim. and like always, he succumbs to his better nature when it comes to you.

“it’s ok baby—know you didn’t mean to” he lets out a relaxing sigh as he lets the head catch on your warm hole again.

“you’re gonna make it up to me right?” he tilts his head as he looks at you with a blank face, although his eyes are lighted with a cheeky glint.

“…how?” you ask as your heartbeats pick up.

simon leans down over you now, one hand bracing over your shoulder as he uses the other to pull your leg over his shoulder. your lower lip jutting out in a pout instantly as you can tell what kind of night it’s gonna be.

his shoulder shake in a small chuckle, “don’t pout now baby. thought you said you wanted to make me feel better?” he says patronizingly.

he doesn’t wait for an answer as he goes ahead to slip his cock in you. you both gasping in relief as he moves his hips until his balls hit your ass. he leans down over you, his hand gripping the rug over your head as he starts to slowly thrust in you.

his nostrils flaring as he works up to a good pace.

the living room filled with the sounds of your activities. wet squelching noises from him plowing into you and loud—

plap! plap! plap!

noises from your skin slapping constantly. “ah! si!” you moan as you hold his shoulder. enjoying the motions as you relax into this situation. the rug beneath you two growing a wet spot from your juices splashing around.

“what baby? wan’ some kisses?” he looks down at your lips. hinting to you that he wants to kiss you too.

you nod at the idea immediately, knowing that his kisses always take you to a giddy head space. simon just smirks and leans down, going belly to belly with you and forcing your leg back more. you lean up for kisses, but he pulls his mouth away just far enough that you can’t reach him with his weight on you.

“wha-“ you begin when he slowly pulls out.

you watch as he goes to tap the head of his cock on your clit on again, “softest lips i ever felt baby” he smirks looking at your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.