Dove
@cedardove.bsky.social
He/Him 🏳️⚧️ || 30s || Verse 💀🧼 || NSFW fanart/fanfics for CoD || It takes me forever to finish anything, bear with me || MDNI🔞
pfp by @teabones
pfp by @teabones
🥰 thank you! They're just having a damn good time 💕
November 26, 2025 at 4:28 AM
🥰 thank you! They're just having a damn good time 💕
I think having a hefty dose of booze and a mind-numbing orgasm certainly helped with that 🤭 Think Johnny might have a difficult time getting rid of him now
November 26, 2025 at 4:27 AM
I think having a hefty dose of booze and a mind-numbing orgasm certainly helped with that 🤭 Think Johnny might have a difficult time getting rid of him now
YEEEAAAH! They're gonna be so sticky in the morning 🤭
November 26, 2025 at 4:23 AM
YEEEAAAH! They're gonna be so sticky in the morning 🤭
Hell yeah, that's what I like to hear! 🤭💕
November 26, 2025 at 4:20 AM
Hell yeah, that's what I like to hear! 🤭💕
I can fucking hear this gif in my head! 😂 (Now I need to go watch that video again)
November 26, 2025 at 4:19 AM
I can fucking hear this gif in my head! 😂 (Now I need to go watch that video again)
New Neighbors Pt 7
#ghoap
cw: drunk hand jobs
Well, this was /not/ how John was expecting his day to go!
He'd been surprised enough that Simon had even consider taking him up on his offer of coffee this morning, let alone stay the entire day.
#ghoap
cw: drunk hand jobs
Well, this was /not/ how John was expecting his day to go!
He'd been surprised enough that Simon had even consider taking him up on his offer of coffee this morning, let alone stay the entire day.
New Neighbors Pt 6
#ghoap
Johnny's living room is in a bit of disarray, vaguely labeled moving boxes stacked in one corner, some opened and partially gone through.
#ghoap
Johnny's living room is in a bit of disarray, vaguely labeled moving boxes stacked in one corner, some opened and partially gone through.
November 24, 2025 at 11:32 PM
(think there might be one or two more parts after this one 😊 hope you enjoyed the lads getting a bit messy!)
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
(think there might be one or two more parts after this one 😊 hope you enjoyed the lads getting a bit messy!)
Gradually, he slows, eyelids growing heavy, sticky hand falling away. Simon's face is nuzzled against his throat, but John doesn't hear his muffled snore over his own.
//END//
//END//
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Gradually, he slows, eyelids growing heavy, sticky hand falling away. Simon's face is nuzzled against his throat, but John doesn't hear his muffled snore over his own.
//END//
//END//
John falls against him, still holding their softening cocks in his hand, mindlessly working his hips in little thrusts. He buries his face in Simon's damp hair, both of them luxuriating in the dulled jolts of over-stimulation.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
John falls against him, still holding their softening cocks in his hand, mindlessly working his hips in little thrusts. He buries his face in Simon's damp hair, both of them luxuriating in the dulled jolts of over-stimulation.
All he's trying to do is breathe. He snaps his head to the side, a line of saliva connecting their mouths as he pants through the comedown, hardly able to keep his eyes open.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
All he's trying to do is breathe. He snaps his head to the side, a line of saliva connecting their mouths as he pants through the comedown, hardly able to keep his eyes open.
And John's right over the edge with him, at the last second knocking Simon's hand away so that he can press them both together and /squeeze/.
Their spend mingles on Simon's shirt, now thoroughly ruined with no hope of saving, but Simon doesn't seem to care.
Their spend mingles on Simon's shirt, now thoroughly ruined with no hope of saving, but Simon doesn't seem to care.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
And John's right over the edge with him, at the last second knocking Simon's hand away so that he can press them both together and /squeeze/.
Their spend mingles on Simon's shirt, now thoroughly ruined with no hope of saving, but Simon doesn't seem to care.
Their spend mingles on Simon's shirt, now thoroughly ruined with no hope of saving, but Simon doesn't seem to care.
Simon cries out, muffled with John's tongue practically down his throat, and jerks his hips off the couch. He comes over his black t-shirt, so hard that it spatters against his chest, and drips down John's knuckles.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Simon cries out, muffled with John's tongue practically down his throat, and jerks his hips off the couch. He comes over his black t-shirt, so hard that it spatters against his chest, and drips down John's knuckles.
Simon doesn't seem to mind either, tongue slipping across the corner of John's mouth, smearing drool over his cheek.
It's the messiest kiss he's ever had.
Yet, it's the /best/ kiss he's ever had. Completely unfiltered, yearning overcoming any sense to keep things clean.
It's the messiest kiss he's ever had.
Yet, it's the /best/ kiss he's ever had. Completely unfiltered, yearning overcoming any sense to keep things clean.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Simon doesn't seem to mind either, tongue slipping across the corner of John's mouth, smearing drool over his cheek.
It's the messiest kiss he's ever had.
Yet, it's the /best/ kiss he's ever had. Completely unfiltered, yearning overcoming any sense to keep things clean.
It's the messiest kiss he's ever had.
Yet, it's the /best/ kiss he's ever had. Completely unfiltered, yearning overcoming any sense to keep things clean.
Simon nods, hardly able to whisper, "Me too," before palming the back of John's neck and dragging him in for a filthy kiss.
John thinks he feels a line of spit trickle down his chin, but he doesn't care. Let it drip down his throat and soak into his shirt.
John thinks he feels a line of spit trickle down his chin, but he doesn't care. Let it drip down his throat and soak into his shirt.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Simon nods, hardly able to whisper, "Me too," before palming the back of John's neck and dragging him in for a filthy kiss.
John thinks he feels a line of spit trickle down his chin, but he doesn't care. Let it drip down his throat and soak into his shirt.
John thinks he feels a line of spit trickle down his chin, but he doesn't care. Let it drip down his throat and soak into his shirt.
To feel each other spill over their knuckles, saving them from stripping the other raw.
"Jesus fuckin' christ, Simon," John nearly keens through his teeth, fingers laced into Simon's hair to ensure he can't look away. "'M gonna come."
"Jesus fuckin' christ, Simon," John nearly keens through his teeth, fingers laced into Simon's hair to ensure he can't look away. "'M gonna come."
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
To feel each other spill over their knuckles, saving them from stripping the other raw.
"Jesus fuckin' christ, Simon," John nearly keens through his teeth, fingers laced into Simon's hair to ensure he can't look away. "'M gonna come."
"Jesus fuckin' christ, Simon," John nearly keens through his teeth, fingers laced into Simon's hair to ensure he can't look away. "'M gonna come."
The way his lips part and eyes tear up, overtaken by the pleasure of John's hand sloppily stroking him.
It's not great, per se—is downright rough on both their parts. Grips too strong, strokes too uncoordinated and frantic, with no finesse. Only the desperate /need/ to get off.
It's not great, per se—is downright rough on both their parts. Grips too strong, strokes too uncoordinated and frantic, with no finesse. Only the desperate /need/ to get off.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
The way his lips part and eyes tear up, overtaken by the pleasure of John's hand sloppily stroking him.
It's not great, per se—is downright rough on both their parts. Grips too strong, strokes too uncoordinated and frantic, with no finesse. Only the desperate /need/ to get off.
It's not great, per se—is downright rough on both their parts. Grips too strong, strokes too uncoordinated and frantic, with no finesse. Only the desperate /need/ to get off.
He's so pretty. So goddamned /pretty/, that John could crush him! He grabs Simon's jaw, tilting his head back so he can see the dusting of pink on his face, dipping below his collar.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
He's so pretty. So goddamned /pretty/, that John could crush him! He grabs Simon's jaw, tilting his head back so he can see the dusting of pink on his face, dipping below his collar.
He's so lost in alcohol soaked pleasure that John has to encourage him to jerk him off too. Has to take one of the death grips on his hip and lead him around, jumping when Simon finally takes the hint and latches on.
"Johnny…" he moans, head lazily resting on his own shoulder.
"Johnny…" he moans, head lazily resting on his own shoulder.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
He's so lost in alcohol soaked pleasure that John has to encourage him to jerk him off too. Has to take one of the death grips on his hip and lead him around, jumping when Simon finally takes the hint and latches on.
"Johnny…" he moans, head lazily resting on his own shoulder.
"Johnny…" he moans, head lazily resting on his own shoulder.
He makes the prettiest noises, so light and airy, like he's gonna float away if it weren't for John's weight on his lap. Not at all what John expected, but he eats it up like a man starved.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
He makes the prettiest noises, so light and airy, like he's gonna float away if it weren't for John's weight on his lap. Not at all what John expected, but he eats it up like a man starved.
John doesn't even bother to do more than scrunch his pants back until he's fully exposed through the opening. Just wants to—
Simon throws his head back and groans when John slicks his hand up in his own precum and wraps it around his cock.
Simon throws his head back and groans when John slicks his hand up in his own precum and wraps it around his cock.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
John doesn't even bother to do more than scrunch his pants back until he's fully exposed through the opening. Just wants to—
Simon throws his head back and groans when John slicks his hand up in his own precum and wraps it around his cock.
Simon throws his head back and groans when John slicks his hand up in his own precum and wraps it around his cock.
It's a mad scramble, both men in a heated struggle to wrestle Simon out of his jeans, until they're pushed to mid-thigh. His cock rests heavy against his hip, twitching under John's slack-jawed gaze. He's not small, but Simon's packing.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
It's a mad scramble, both men in a heated struggle to wrestle Simon out of his jeans, until they're pushed to mid-thigh. His cock rests heavy against his hip, twitching under John's slack-jawed gaze. He's not small, but Simon's packing.
He rocks his hips, transfixed as he smears it in, leaning his forehead against Simon's as they both watch.
"Simon, can I?" he can barely get the words out as he paws at Simon's cock, fumbling to get at his zipper. "Wanna touch you… Please."
"Simon, can I?" he can barely get the words out as he paws at Simon's cock, fumbling to get at his zipper. "Wanna touch you… Please."
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
He rocks his hips, transfixed as he smears it in, leaning his forehead against Simon's as they both watch.
"Simon, can I?" he can barely get the words out as he paws at Simon's cock, fumbling to get at his zipper. "Wanna touch you… Please."
"Simon, can I?" he can barely get the words out as he paws at Simon's cock, fumbling to get at his zipper. "Wanna touch you… Please."
Matted the trail of hair on his lower abdomen into slick, shiny curls. Another pulse dribbles onto Simon's belly at the sight alone.
"Oh fuck," John breathes, not able to tear his eyes away.
"Oh fuck," John breathes, not able to tear his eyes away.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Matted the trail of hair on his lower abdomen into slick, shiny curls. Another pulse dribbles onto Simon's belly at the sight alone.
"Oh fuck," John breathes, not able to tear his eyes away.
"Oh fuck," John breathes, not able to tear his eyes away.
"Huh?" John stupidly mumbles, before realizing he's worked himself nearly halfway out of the button fly of the flannel pajama pants he never changed out of that morning.
He's smudged precum all over Simon's jeans.
He's smudged precum all over Simon's jeans.
November 24, 2025 at 11:31 PM
"Huh?" John stupidly mumbles, before realizing he's worked himself nearly halfway out of the button fly of the flannel pajama pants he never changed out of that morning.
He's smudged precum all over Simon's jeans.
He's smudged precum all over Simon's jeans.