schtrambotik - Tumblr blog

schtrambotik · 8 days

Text

I hate that everything takes so long. I hate that the time will pass anyway

I hate that I didn't start early enough. I hate that there's always time to start. I hate that it's never too late.

I hate that I feel so strongly. I hate that it's not a bad thing.

I hate that i am dissatisfied with life. I hate believing that I deserve better.

I hate that I'm stuck. I hate that I have to fix it.

I hate that I can't settle. I hate that I keep dreaming.

I hate that I can't be ignorant to all the possibilities. I hate that I strive for much more than I can give myself.

I hate that I grab more than I can take. I hate that I think I can always make it.

I hate that I let everything break me down. I hate that I care so much.

I hate that I have to keep trying. I hate that I'm tired.

I hate that I'm full of anger. I hate that there's no one I can blame.

I hate that I have to care for myself. I hate that I have to be tender.

I hate that the person I want to be can't be built from pain and resentment. I hate that it'll take patience and love.

I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate.

And that's okay. I'm allowed.

#I'm tired #nothing new #mine

1 note · View note

schtrambotik · 9 days

Text

BARK

BARK BARK

#i'll never get over this #his hand- please #save me from this hell #barry sloane

15 notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 9 days

Text

3K notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 10 days

Text

Little late night blurb of a thought I can't get out of my head. NSFW.

-

The urge to have a readily available tall, big, beefy man who needs to bend down to be face to face with you, smiling and talking to you in a way that’s so terribly condescending, you’d hate to admit it makes you impossibly wet.

Who purposely slides in small praises in almost every conversation, with a patronizing tone that should make your blood boil, but only makes your breath hitch and your thighs squeeze together instead.

Who, despite often acting like you’re a fragile doll whom he has to look after at all times, won’t hesitate to manhandle you whenever it pleases him; not caring if his grip gets a little too tight or his actions a little too rough.

Who says he could never even think of being mean to you. Which is why he’d make sure to praise you and encourage you endlessly whenever he’s using you like a toy.

“That’s my girl.” Locks of your hair would be wrapped around his fingers as he guided your head up and down his thick length.

“Doing so good for me. Don’t disappoint me now c’mon” Voice so deep it'd make you moan around him while he started thrusting himself deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with a low groan.

#cod smut #captain john price #john price #simon riley #ghost smut #mv sort of writes ? sometimes #send help #or a cod man

112 notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 10 days

Text

The way this makes me feel is something I can't explain if I want to stay morally correct in this silly little life. But GOD. Mountain Man Price I want you.

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.

#captain price x reader smut #john price x reader #my fav reblogs <333 #BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

2K notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 10 days

Text

competence gets me hot. fix my car. open a jar. kill a man. idgaf just do it well

705 notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 11 days

Text

84K notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 14 days

Text

A 40 year old man has complimented so I will now spend the night writing about dbf!Simon. And yes, those things correlate in a completely regular mentally healthy way.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley save me #ghost smut #ghost cod #cod smut #cod angst

67 notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 15 days

Text

if you don’t like agegap fics i’m sorry not all of us have great relationships with our fathers, no need to brag!

565 notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 15 days

Text

I think movies need more sex and i also think that actors need to be uglier and less in shape

28K notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 15 days

Text

45K notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 16 days

Text

I think too much when I can't sleep. This is definitely not proofread but please enjoy a tiny look into my never-ending neighbor fantasy. nsfw 18+ Neighbor!Price who tries his best to hide his attraction to you knowing he’s too old for you but often fails miserably. Looking at you up and down when you wave at him from your front porch, his eyes fixed on your exposed legs while giving you a tight-lipped smile. A raspy “Good morning, doll” leaving his lips as he walks past your shared fence towards his car.

Neighbor!Price who’s been positively obsessed with you since the day you first moved in. He can remember everything from the day you two met, all the way from the innocent smile you gave him as he introduced himself, down to the small tank top you were wearing, and the way your sweat made it stick to your body from the effort of carrying in your boxes.

Neighbor!Price who let you know you could count on him for anything you might need, telling you he wants to make sure you do okay. A sweet young thing like you living in that big house all alone, it’s not odd for him to care, or something like that he said.

“I mean it, love. Anything, anytime.” his deep voice, along with that signature stern look on his face easily sent chills down your spine ever since. You softly nodded your head, assuring him you won’t hesitate to call him.

Neighbor!Price who was delighted to see you that evening when he opened his front door. His eyes immediately darted to your soaked shirt without any shame, clearing his throat at the sight of your wet cleavage that was practically begging for his attention.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked with a low tone once he met your gaze again, noticing the distressed look in your eyes. A deep loud laugh left his lips when you explained how you noticed your sink was leaking, and in the process of fixing it, you seemed to have made the problem worse.

Neighbor!Price who went to help you without a second thought, walking into your home as if he had been there a million times, going straight to your bathroom to find and hopefully fix the mess you made. Working in silence and pretending he couldn’t tell you seemed to be in a trance staring at every part of him while he worked, his arms certainly catching most of your attention.

Neighbor!Price who felt a fire erupt in his chest when you engulfed him in a quick hug once he was done. The softness of your voice when you thanked him not helping at all as he tried his hardest to be a gentleman. But God was it hard when your tits pressed up against him like that.

Neighbor!Price who snapped out of his daydream when you asked if there’s anything you could do to thank him.

“A drink would be good” he hummed in response, following you into the kitchen while trying to push the nasty thoughts to the back of his mind and ignore the growing ache in his pants.

Neighbor!Price who was practically torturing himself by staying next to you, only having half a mind to hear the words to whatever silly story you were telling him. Nods and hums were his only response while he finished his glass.

Neighbor!Price who decided to be quick with his goodnight, knowing it was only a matter of time before he gave in and did something stupid.

“Thanks again,” you said with a sweet smile, looking up at him with those doe eyes while you stood next to the door.

“It’s my pleasure.” the rasp in his tone gave away how much he was restraining himself, but thankfully you were oblivious to his current predicament, at least that’s what he told himself.

“If you need me, you know what to do” he gave you a playful wink before stepping out, feeling your eyes follow him while he returned to his house.

Neighbor!Price who couldn’t go to sleep that night until he stroked his cock at the thought of how he could’ve bent you over that kitchen counter and showed you exactly how much he wanted to help you.

Your name fell from his lips like prayer while he pictured how you could’ve thanked him with your pretty pink lips wrapped around his leaking tip, looking up at him with those innocent eyes that made him ache to ruin you.

Neighbor!Price who came with a loud grunt that vibrated through the back of his throat; eyes tightly shut as he imagined his cum dripping onto your big round tits instead of his bedsheets.

Slow strokes and deep breaths helped him come down from the high; head falling back against the soft pillows as he opened his eyes again. Swearing to himself this would be the last time he thought of you like that, just like he did every night.

#call of duty smut #cod smut #captain john price #captain price #captain john price smut #captain price smut #mv sort of writes ? sometimes #price smut #john price #john price x reader #price x you #price x reader #this is what a little bit of free time does #this is like 1% of my thoughts about neighbor price

2K notes · View notes

schtrambotik · 16 days

Photo