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yawnderu · 8 days

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Since you love the big man so much so imagine after he has fucked you full of his cum he eats you out then kisses you so you can taste yourself and him while also giving you his cum to swallow while droplets roll down your lips and chin before he gets the run-off on his fingers so you can suck it off

Sorry if this makes no sense but I have thoughts after you kept encouraging me

Your hands go down to grip a fistful of his curly red hair, his low groan vibrating all over your fucked-out cunt, way too sensitive to stand the way his long tongue laps at your cunt like the greedy dog of a man he is, not a single ounce of care on the way he's licking his own cum, his large hands gripping your inner thighs to stop you from squirming so much despite your whining.

“Please...” You're not even sure what you're begging for, knowing fully well that he could eat you out for hours, his stamina matching his behemoth height, yet relief is painted all over your face the moment his hungry lips let go of your sensitive cunt, his large body resting comfortably on top of yours, his half-chub resting against your thigh.

Your breath hitches the moment his lips meet yours, a thick mix of his cum and yours taking over your senses as his tongue wraps around yours, his hands desperate to grasp every single inch of your body no matter how sensitive it is after he fucked you.

Your greediness matches his, the grip on his hair tightening only to hear a whimper come out of the 7’11” beast of a man, his size a sheer contrast to how needy he can be. He's a messy kisser— too much tongue and not enough self-control, pushing himself to break away just to admire you. The thin layer of sweat covering your face, your lips glossy with the mix of body fluids, and the droplets of cum that managed to escape your parted lips, slowly rolling down your warm cheek.

His index and middle finger come together to gather the hot, thick fluid just to bring it back to the place it escaped from, the corners of his lips tilting up into a cocky smirk the moment your lips wrap around his thick fingers, sucking them clean with no hesitation. He can feel the blood rushing down to his large cock, your legs parting out of pure muscle memory in a quiet display of acceptance, ready for another round despite the growing ache between your thighs and what you're sure is a bruised cervix.

>I'm so obsessed with Ozzie's OC Jack-Pot so I had to. Thank you for listening to my daily rambles about wanting to get him pregnant even when I have a pussy. HBJEFJHBEFJHB 💗💗💗

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the-whispers-of-death · 1 month

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Reader who, despite looking like a raccoon who just crawled out of a dumpster (looking disheveled and dark eyebags) actually gets a lot of sleep and sleeps almost everywhere

On couches on floors on roofs in loud parties but his most favorite place to sleep is in Stone's arms

Reader just hobbling over to Stone and crawling into his lap to sleep

Stone kissing his tired raccoon boyfriends forehead as he snoozes while rubbing under his eyes admiring his eyebags

Reader nuzzling his face into Stone's pecs they're like 2 soft pillows!

(I NEED TO CUDDLE STONE SO BADLY! also I need a nap :<)

Stone loves his sleepy boyfriend! He'd gladly carry you around with him so you can sleep in his arms (he much prefers you sleeping in his arms than anywhere he can't protect you). Someone tries to interrupt your nap and Stone almost pulls out his sidearm to shoot them, because he doesn't mess with you getting your sleep.

It's perfect, your sleepiness, because then he can cuddle you for hours on end without feeling like he's so clingy. Rest your head on his soft pecs, he has you.

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krypticcafe · 3 months

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"drenched" - hound / gn!reader (blurb)

a/n: just a snippet of something I've had in the drafts for a while. idk if people would want to see me write Hound / Reader so I'm using this to see if it gets any positive reception.

"Hound!" You yelled over the pouring rain, darting towards the shooting range that was void of people except him. No response. You knew he could hear you, even through the rain, he probably knew you were there the moment your shoes splattered the puddles beneath you with those canine senses of his. So this was how his were gonna act.

"Hound!" Hissing, your tone was laced with venom and disdain, "The hell are you doing out here, lieutenant?! Do you even know how cold it is right now?!"

Hound' finally tore his gaze from the range, watching you storm towards him while glaring daggers. You were in such a rush that you didn't even grab an umbrella or a coat. Meanwhile, he was just in his everyday wear, all soaked from being outside for who-knows-how-long. Setting down his gun, he stood there without a word like a deer in headlights.

Honestly, what were you expecting from him, going out to train in this weather? Of course he would, that dumbass. You had to bicker with him every time you found him in the gym instead of staying in the infirmary like he was supposed to (he had a bullet wound in his side, for fuck's sake). He once came to you with his head bleeding out in the middle of the night, scaring the shit out of you just to return something you didn't even remember lending him. All he had to say for himself is that he had a "small headache" to describe a concussion from nearly getting blown to bits by a grenade. Of course, you shoved him into the infirmary to treat his head and if anything, your near heart attack.

"You know, there's recklessness, and there's outright stupidity. Care to explain yourself and tell me which one you are?"

As to be expected, he had no answer. Your question caught him off guard, and he didn't exactly have a way with words. Wasn't the first time you scolded him like this, and it wouldn't be the last. Maybe this was how Price felt with you all.

"Why do I even bother?" You huff, turning your heel to walk back into base before you got soaked as well. Once inside the building, you hear another pair of squeaky footsteps and the dripping of water behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you bit back a frustrated groan when you saw that mask looking right back at you. The moment you didn't hear the door immediately close, you already had an idea who it was anyways. Eye twitching in irritation, you turned with your arms folded and your brows furrowed.

If you weren't so annoyed with him, you would've found the way they stood there like a drenched puppy almost laughable.

#x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #call of duty #cod #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #hound x reader #hound cod #cod oc #cod oc x reader #oc x reader

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homicidal-slvt · 10 months

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Choose which OC for my OC x Reader. Just go based off the name- so it's like a fun little surprise what their like and what the story will entail. LMAO

#cod ocs #cod oc x reader

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simonzmama · 5 days

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daddy bod simon anyone? 🙏

your face presses deep into the soft, feathery pillows, simon’s breath hot against your cheek as he lays the side of his head against yours till your temples kiss.

your hands lay above your head, simon’s thick, hands laid flat against your knuckles till the nerves in your fingertips zap as he digs his nails deep into the flesh of your palm.

his body mushes against yours, his plush belly pressed flat against the pretty arch of your back as he presses his cock to the absolute hilt in you.

n you can feel it, every vein, every twitch that has your toes curling n body reeling away from him when the tip lays a kiss against your cervix.

“si-simon, oh my god, baby, mhpm,” the pretty noises leaving your parted lips only fuel simon further, his warm body fucking into you deeper if even possible at this point.

your hands tangle away from his, nails dragging deep into the back of his soft thighs. the toned muscle now fatty with age, drinking n the damn way you feed the man like he ain’t ever ate.

he hisses, teeth baring against the edge of your cheek n he presses his hips extra deep, sure that there’s lines of blood pouring from his thighs n ass with the way you scratched his skin off the bone.

“be nice, baby,” he huffs in a puff of breathless rasp, fingers settling against the arch in your waist. “tryna make ya’ feel good, don’t make me leave ya’ high n dry, bunny.”

my lil mutual feedin a mffff sorry to disappoint wit this shi, bout ready to fall df to sleep over here. probs gon rewrite this

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ghouljams · 3 months

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The first time it happens wasn't on purpose, but Ghost spills over your pumping fist with a low desperate groan that makes you pulse between your legs. "Good boy." You file it away, make a mental note that he came without his usual warning.

The second time it happens is on purpose. You're riding him, grinding your hips down against his lap, feeling the rough curls of his hair against your clit. You press your hands against his chest, stare at him with a smile as he hits all the sweetest parts of you and coo out, "Such a good boy for me." Ghost swallows thickly, tips his head back with a shaky breath, and groans out a swear. He doesn't come, but you can feel his cock twitch, can see the way blush blooms down his neck and over his chest. "Does my good boy want to come?" You ask, succor sweet. The hitch in his breath is the only warning you get before he fills you, spills his warm come into you with a low groan and a mumbled apology. You've never heard Ghost mumble before.

You ask him about it, apologize quietly in the morning when he's got an arm slung over his eyes to shield them from the sun streaming in through the windows. "S'fine," He'd grumbled, still half asleep, "liked it. Got my tail waggin'."

The next time you say it is when you wrap his leash tighter around your hand, just to tug the thick leather around his neck as he fucks you like a dog. "Fuck," you drool against the bed, "my good boy." He fucks you so deliriously hard, too hard for the desperation in his voice when he leans over and tells you, "I am. 'M yours."

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #this is about Goose lol #oc: goose #sub!ghost #goose should clicker train this man

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squishycheekanon · 29 days

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Price, price and more price🌸🩵

Imagine being John’s pen pal. It’s starts off so innocent, strangers, with you intent on staying that way after a recent nasty break up with a rather nasty man.

You just wanted something to take your mind off of everything while you wallowed away in self pity. Your work had sent you home for a month, said you needed time to heal and get your mind right.

So here you were with nothing to do when one of your friends suggested being a pen pal. And who of all people were to take up your request but John Price.

A simple, name, favourite colour and asking how his day was going was all you wrote. He replied with exactly what you’d asked word for word. Very straightforward and almost strategic and of course asked you the same things.

Then it was age, favourite food and how tall he was. A little description of his face. And again he replied with exactly that. You knew then that you’d have to work hard to get more out of him.

The weeks went by and slowly but surely, John began to become looser. Open up more. Genuinely talk to you. It helped not only you start to heal but also help John heal. He didn’t even know he needed to heal in any way. Maybe the loneliness, the fighting, the pain, the emotionlessness had finally caught up to him.

Work decided you still weren’t ready which was quite honestly bullshit, that’s what you told John anyway. He completely agreed and asked for your manager’s name and social security number. You thought it was a joke, he wholeheartedly wanted to teach the man a lesson.

This week you decide to paint the spare bedroom in your apartment and you told John all about it. You felt almost giddy as you sent letters back and forth deciding paint colours. He loved the domesticity of it all, felt like his little woman was asking what colour to paint a shared home while she waited for him to return. What he wouldn’t give….

He loved the little things like that. Loved when you’d tell him about what you were getting from the grocery store and he’d suggest something he thinks is good. Loved when you’d tell him about a new outfit you bought. He’d tell you how much he’d love to see it and how he bets you look beautiful.

You feel ecstatically nervous when he asked for your phone number. You obviously gave it to him. Impatiently you waited, staring at your phone for it to ring. When it did you jump up, palms sweaty, lump in your throat, heart beating so loud you could heard it in your head…then you pressed answer.

“Hi love.”

“Hi John.”

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milkywayhou · 11 days

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Lick

I always imagine König as someone who wouldn't hesitate to licks your face like a dog hahah

#könig cod #konig mw2 #cod mw2 #konig call of duty #könig #könig x you #könig x reader #cod oc #cod x oc #könig x oc #i need sleep #yes this is an old art #if you ever see it before. it was probably form my X or my second Tumblr account

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victoryverse · 3 months

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simon says*

here it is-->

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He didn't like the idea at first. It seemed to him just like a regular childish game, but when you told him it was horny simon says, the glint in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Horny, you say?"

"Hmm, you can say anything, that begins with Simon says, and since you're Simon, I have to listen"

He nods, gulping down. This should be fun.

"Simon says, unbutton your shirt"

You oblige, unbuttoning it till the front of your chest and your pink lace bra is visible.

"Simon says, stand up"

You were sat on the bed, and get up quickly, standing beside the bed.

"Simon says walk to the table"

You do, walking to the table you have at the side of the room for your work. You face him, and he smirks.

"Simon says turn around"

You do. Easy.

"Simon says bend over"

It's getting interesting.

You bend over quickly, and since the skirt you're wearing is too short for your own good, it rides up.

"Open your hair"

Your hands jerk, almost listening to what he said, and you realize quickly it didn't begin with simon says.

"Good girl"

You can hear him get up, the bed creaks beneath him. He walks to you, smoothening his hands on your ass.

"Simon says spread your pretty legs"

You do, and you can feel him pull your skirt down, till it pools at your ankles.

"Simon says hands behind your back"

You do, and he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your cunt, which is glistening with wetness.

"Remove your panties"

You keep your hands where they are, and he grabs your ass, pulling them down till they're above your skirt.

"Good at listening to orders, aren't you?"

You blush, feeling him unzipping his pants.

"Simon says spread your lips apart, open them to take daddy's cock"

Your heartbeat rises, but you listen quickly, reaching your shaking hands and spreading yourself apart for him. To take him in.

"Good. Look, so wet for me"

His cold hands makes contact with your folds, and you shiver. He pushes a finger inside, making you bite your lip.

"Yeah, that's it, all nice and warm"

His self-control is reeling on the edge, and you can feel it. He pulls his cock out, the length throbbing, leaking precum.

His one hand strokes himself lazily, while the other fingers your tight pussy. It's so hard to stay bent over at the edge of the table, while his finger is making you feel so good. Your legs are shaking, but he doesn't seem to care.

His cock lines up, and he pulls out his finger, spreading your wetness all over his cock, which it will soon be drenched in.

He pushes in with ease, the stretch making you cry out. His hands find your ponytail, and he grabs it, pulling your head back as he pushes into the hilt.

"You're gonna get fucked so good"

He promises and begins his rough pace. His balls smacking with your ass with each thrust in, your moans and cry filling the room as he grunts continuously with how good your warm heat feels.

"So fucking good. Tight and warm"

He spanks your ass, hard. Your eyes fall shut, the sting of it spreading all over, making your toes curl.

"You're gonna cum?"

He asks, as he feels you hushing around him. There's so much wetness dripping down to the floor, it's embarresing. His hand finds your clit-red and swollen-and he begins to rub experienced circles on it while you fall apart around his cock.

"Come for me, then, who's stopping you?"

You do, and it's so good. Your tight walls squeeze him hard, his cock twitching as he feels a rush of wetness escapes you, with your orgasm.

"Jesus, fuck. Who knew you're so horny for me, huh? Could've played this months ago if I knew this made you so wet, listening to my orders? Doing exactly what you're told?"

You're too fucked out to reply. The orgasm was incredible, but the overstimulation makes your pussy tingle.

"Simon, it's too much-"

He stops, his girth inside you, making your mouth fall open. He pulls your head up, asking, "Do you want me to stop?"

You don't, because it feels so fucking good. You feel like you're going to burst.

"No-it feels good, but I'm so close and I feel like I'll burst-"

"You won't burst. You're going to squirt all over my cock, and then you're gonna clean it up with that pretty mouth of yours, understand?"

You nod, and he resumes. Fucking you deep and hard and fast. Each thrust feels like heaven, and you grip the edges of the table, as another orgasm washes over. You definitely squirt, and there's wetness everywhere.

There's so much of it-his cock twitches. But he doesn't want to cum. Yet.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl. Yeah, give it to me, baby. Give me all you got. That's it-squeezing me so good. What-what did I do to deserve you?"

He's rambling, his moans mixed with your name as he praises you for being a good girl. Soon, he's pulling himslef out, and you get up, legs shaking, as you get down on your knees, and take him in your hand.

You pump him hard and fast, and as soon as he twicthes, you take him in your mouth.

"Fuck...-I', coming, I-"

He grabs your head, guiding you as he leaks inside your mouth. You stroke the base of his cock and massage his balls, till he has given you all he has-your mouth full as he watches you gulp it down.

"Fuck, so hot-you can't just do that and expect me to not get hard again"

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@ilovehobi101

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yawnderu · 5 months

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''You're such a fucking asshole and—'' Your words are interrupted by a whiny moan when Keegan starts to thrust up, not letting you get distracted by anything despite your rant.

''Yeah? Keep going, baby. Ride this fucking cock.'' You do as he says, getting on your feet to be able to ride him harder and deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spongy cervix every single time he goes all the way in. One of your hands is on his hard chest for support, while the other one is holding his jaw, keeping his mouth open to hear the downright lewd groans leaving his lips.

''And... annoying. Cocky. Arrogant—'' Each insult is punctuated by you dropping on his cock, walls tightening up even more when you feel him throbbing inside you.

''Horrible.'' You keep ranting about him despite how good he feels inside you, despite the way his fat cock has your lips gripping on him for dear life. He is all of those things and more, but the tension that has been building up to this day was impossible to ignore. You're impaling yourself down on his cock and he's letting you, mouth open slightly ajar and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

''Fuck— yeah?'' He finds the energy to speak despite the way you're destroying his cock, not even thrusting up anymore and simply letting you do all the work. His hand trails up your spine, grasping at the hair on the back of your neck and keeping your head in place, letting you ride his cock despite his rough hold.

His hand lets go only to slap your face, making you ride faster despite the stinging pain. What a fucking asshole. It doesn't take long for you to return the favor, hand coming up to slap the annoying smirk off of his face— and it works shortly, he looks shocked at getting slapped back, yet pure amusement is soon written all over his annoyingly handsome face, seeing it as a challenge.

You know you fucked up when his calloused hands grasp your waist, holding you in place before using his strength to switch positions, now on top of you. His cock thrusts even deeper like this, hitting your cervix over and over at an almost punishing pace.

''Acting like a fucking bitch all day—'' He groans out, words interrupted by the sharp hiss leaving his lips at the way your pussy tightens more around his cock. He looks down at your lips, leaning closer while managing to keep his brutal thrusts.

''Open that fucking mouth, baby.'' You obey, too fucked out to even think much about it. You're barely able to register the way he spits into your mouth before kissing you, tongues wrapping around the other in a disgusting mess of spit. His hand comes up to grope your tit, fingers squeezing and pulling on the nipple every few seconds as he kisses you, ignoring the way your mixed spit is dripping down the corners of your lips.

The air is heavy with the smell of sex and the sounds of your muffled moans, his grip on your body bruising, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you with an almost animalistic hunger. He doesn't stop making out with you even when his thrusts become even more brutal, spilling into you with a final, deep thrust. His hot white cum filling you up only makes your body tense up, riding out your orgasms together before he collapses on top of you, his weight keeping you pinned to the bed.

''Get off of me, fatass.'' Your protests go ignored, the asshole only making himself even heavier on top of you even when you try your best to get him off.

#call of duty ghosts keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan smut #keegan p. russ x fem!oc #keegan p russ x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #cod ghosts keegan #cod ghosts #call of duty ghosts #cod keegan #keegan russ #cod ghosts x reader #keegan x reader #cod smut #smut

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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okay but like-

older omega reader already having children from a past relationship (their past mate cheated on him and left him that's why he's aprehensive about alphas). all his kids are grown and resemble reader very closely (like someone hit ctrl+C and then edited them slightly to the left in photoshop) and are also built like reader, same height or maybe even taller and have inherited readers death stare except it's x100. all readers kids work physically demanding jobs (hard labor, firefighter, warehouse work, maybe working on a ship) so they're all powerhouses and all turned out to be alphas and ridiculously protective of their "mother" (ik reader is male but in the omegaverse the omega is the birth giver and reader lets his sons call him mom or mama). when they first meet Kali they're immediately distrustful and staring at him with laser eyes like: "mom, who's this?". (think dad Stone with troublemaker reader). readers sons will not let reader and Kali be alone when they're visiting just.... existing in Kalis and readers general vicinity waiting for Kali to so much as breathe wrong at reader so they can snap him in half. they get all pouty and grumbly when they see that reader is genuinely appreciative of Kali and is showing interest so with time they back off but still keep an eye out "just in case"

Alpha!Kali would love omega!Reader's kids. They're his pups now, he doesn't care that they're grown. He's doing everything he can to get in their good graces. He wants to take care of them as much he wants to take care of Reader.

He's not threatened by so many alphas around him, he works with one alpha, so no need for all of these alphas to clash.

Hopefully Kali can get them to like him though, cause he really wants their "mother" to be his mate. He swears he's a good step-father.

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 2 months

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don't mind me just thinking about how a pre-wedding photoshoot with Ghost would look like

Since Ghost needs to keep his face a secret, they're gonna need to make a... creative approach to the photoshoots.

...I'm having thoughts 😩

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #brainrot time #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley #call of duty au #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x oc #ghost x jade #ghostjade

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homicidal-slvt · 10 months

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"A Warm Welcome"

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Part 2

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Alec 'Everest' Amanzi x F!Reader x Aiden 'Vortex' Dunbar

Rookie|Y/N

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Warnings: Unrealistic, Fluff, OCs x Reader, Love Triangle

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To say you were nervous would be an understatement- you were definitely qualified. You were here for a reason.

Yet that didn't quell the knots and churning in your stomach, the thought about 'what if I just don't fit in?' or 'What if they hate me?'... After all it wouldn't be the first time you've had some difficulties related to people.

Sucking in a deep breath you felt eyes on you, shifting you saw the ever so quiet 6'2 soldier known as Jaws glaring at you from across the room. Those stormy blue eyes of his pierced right through you, almost as though he would eat you whole (and not in the good way). He doesn't trust you.

There was a certain unease that this particular man created that made even hardened soldiers shudder. Pale skin with a light tan- deep scars from what looked to be near death experiences lined his face and dark brown nearly black hair cut to standard.

"Are you okay, Rookie?"

A calm and warm voice dragged you out of your trance, turning to face possibly the biggest man you've seen up close. The sheer size of him rivalled even fucking König.

Having to tilt your head back at an awkward angle to meet his eyes- his gaze much different from Jaws. Those eyes were a deep soothing hazel that spoke of a certain kindness lying beneath, his dark skin lined with little scars all the way up his thick arms, black hair cut in a vaguely messy way but short nonetheless. A small smile graced his face.

"Alec Amanzi but everybody calls me Everest."

"I can see why."

You blurted out without meaning too, a soft chuckle rumbling from him- at least he found it amusing. Perhaps you could get along with this guy.

Before you could say anything else an incredibly bubbly voice called out to Everest, causing him to turn his head and eye the 5'3 man quickly approaching.

That must be Vortex- right?

Your internal question was answered when Everest greeted him.

"Vortex."

"Here to see the Rookie!"

Vortex chimed out while holding out his hand to shake yours, you took note of how his pale skin was absolutely covered in freckles and he had bright natural ginger hair. Those light green eyes of his held so much life, glistening in the sunlight while he beamed.

"Nice to meet ya!!!"

You accepted his hand with a smile... Maybe being here wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Nice to meet you too... Both of you."

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{This is just a quick introduction lol I hope y'all like it. I tried to describe the characters decently. I would also like to say I know nothing about the Military and I don't really care enough to learn so there's bound to be things that don't make sense. If you don't like that this will be unrealistic that's entirely fine but don't come at me.}

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simonzmama · 16 days

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‘magin sweet virgin simon finally hittin it.

your legs sit hiked up on the thick muscles sittin’ atop his hipbones, his fingers digging deep into the sheets, practically twisting em off the mattress as he breathes out lowly.

his hips press forward further, his cock burning n stomach rolling into taut knots that have his nails digging holes into your pretty pink sheets.

you drag your hands up his chest slowly watching as the muscles pull tight n his hips stutter. his eyes flicker up to yours, skin breakin out in a mess of tender of goosebumps. “breathe, baby. you’re goin’ red on me, si.”

he laughs lowly, throat thick as he bottoms out. his thighs press against the back of yours, neck rolling as he tries his absolute best to contain the way his orgasm shivers down his spine.

“oh my… fuck,” he groans, teeth takin ahold of his tongue to silence the multitude of noises rising up his throat. his eyes flutter to a shut slowly as he tries to get the image of your sweet body outta his mind, or the fact that your cunt is suckin’ n holdin’ him there so tightly.

his head drops into the crook of your neck as he slowly pulls back, teeth nippin at your soft skin as your head arches back. his teeth bare in a soft hiss, jaw ticking against your chin. you drag your nails down his back gently, a pretty moan spilling free off your lips at the soft drag of his thick cock against your warm, silky walls.

n that’s what does it for him, the sound of that melodic whine. it plays n plays in his mind on repeat until he’s suddenly forcing himself back into you, hips a shaky stuttery mess.

n the groan, the drawn out whimper that tumbles off his lips is cruel. his teeth sink down into your skin as his hips ground forward, desperately attempting to fuck his seed into you. his eyes roll and his fingers grasp at the soft hair lining the nape of your neck.

“simon?” you murmur softly feeling his thick, hot release fill you full. “lemme look at you, wanna see that pretty face.”

zamnnnn. dis sounded better in my head 🤦‍♀️✌️

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ghouljams · 2 months

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Oh to hold Simon's face gently and tell him how good he is. He's a good boy. Your good boy.

It knocks him into that soft space every time you do it. He can have you by the neck, your ankles by his ears, and your sweet screams filling the house. He can growl and spit in your mouth and tell you what a good little whore you are. He can smack your ass and tell you how good you look split open on his cock. As soon as those two words leave your mouth he's gone.

"Good boy," it's worse when you repeat it, "my good boy."

He can't hold up under that sort of pressure, shaking and trying not to come inside you as soon as those words drip down his spine. His hips stutter as you reach to hold his face, as you coo and sweet talk him. "You're so good for me, fuck me so well, my pretty Simon, my good boy." He hangs his head, feels the shiver of his shoulders, turns and kisses your palm, blurry eyed and unfocused. He leans down close, blankets you with soft pleas, presses his face to your neck as you wrap your arms around his chest and whisper your honeyed words in his ear. He fucks you shallow and impossibly deep, grinds his cock into you, back and forth until you're shaking under him.

It's almost as bad laying in bed after, when you force him to look at you, when you hold him so softly it may as well burn, when you tell him what a good job he did. God you twist the knife like no one else, you know exactly where to hit him so it hurts and keeps hurting. "All mine," you tell him, "mine to love and care for, my perfect boy, my good boy."

Yours, he tries to say, but it comes out, "More." And you call him baby.

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Another sweet sweet price thot💋

Okay but let’s talk about Mountain man Price. He retired a few years ago and decided he much prefers the solitude of the beautiful mountains, with the tips of them all covered in snow. He likes the quiet, knowing he won’t run into anyone here. No one from the little town at the bottom of the mountains would be brave enough to hike the mountain trail.

He remembers the day he built his nice log cabin with the help of his trusty lieutenant of course. Simon helped his Captain one last time, before parting ways. Price wanted to be alone, after everything he’d experienced in the military, he wanted it to be just himself and the weather to keep him company.

He’d have the survival skills no doubt about it, but the more time he spent up there the more his social skills began to fade away. He’d have to come down every six months or so to restock his food, he make his trip down the hike trail to the little town at the bottom of the mountains and through the woods.

But the shop workers weren’t his biggest fans. He’d practically clear them out of their stock, the poor little local shop. They didn’t like his attitude either, found him strange and unapproachable. Though that’s exactly what John was going for. The less people that spoke to him, the better.

Until he met you of course.

It was only your second week at your new job, you’d just moved to the little town around a month ago and this was the only job available after some woman called Darlene went of maternity leave.

My gosh the way you’d be so nice to him having no idea the stigma that surrounded him and how suprised he’d be at the kindness you showed him. He’d actually look forward to coming down to the town.

He’d come more often as well, saying he’d ran out of supplies and yet he’d only buy a bag of fruit or some meat. Then he’d start to tidy up his appearance too, trim his over grown beard and moustache back to its former glory. The blush that would spread across your cheeks the first time you see him like that.

Hair trimmed too, you’d be able to see his perfect lips and crooked smile. It provoked a feeling in you that you’d long forgotten. Slowly but surely he’d start trying to flirt. Trying. Though you found it endearing how bad he was at it. Finally though he’d succeeded asking you out on a date and fuck the moment he’d turn up in his dark blue jeans, black shirt and dark brown leather jacket and boots. You swooned.

He had the charm turned on, especially after his phone call with his ex team. They could all hear how nervous their former captain was for this date. It made them very intrigued to meet you one day.

John didn’t miss a beat, almost as if he’d laid this date out like a mission. Going step by step to win your heart. He made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt, made you smile until your cheeks ached. Ordered the food and drinks impressively, no umming or stuttering.

He gave you butterflies when he reached over the table to grab your hand in his larger one. The skin was rough and calloused, but it felt amazing against your hand. He loved how soft your skin felt against his. He traced around the palm of your hand with his thick index finger, those gorgeous ocean eyes gazing into your soul.

After dinner, John took you to a local bar that you were pleasantly surprised with. A few drinks later you tipsily confessed how handsome you thought he was. The longer the evening went on, the more longing looks and teasing touches were shared.

The evening ended with the two of you slow dancing until last call. The way your bodies pressed together, the intimacy and warmth. The way he’d always make eye contact, almost as if he was trying to read you. The way he held you so tender yet tight, his large hands on your body. It all just felt so right.

John walked you home, looking so sad when it was time to part ways. “Please, let’s do this again sweetheart.” When your manager Billy had called you that, it made you feel sick. Had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, disgust shivering down your body. But when John said it, damn. Your body shivered in delight, the deep mumble entangled with that delicious accent of his made you gulp back a lump in your throat. You swear your underwear was a little wet too.

You nodded leaning forward to kiss his cheek goodnight, John was quick to take your cheeks into his hands and press his wanting lips against yours. He was hungry and almost vicious when he kissed you, it made you wonder what kind of lover he was like as he pressed you against your front door and kissed you like he’d never get the chance again.

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